win.

win.

ended.

ended.

When every general, every soldier, and every commoner in Chilan yelled happily, they didn't notice that beside the hero in their hearts, there was a handsome young man with sadness and joy in his eyes. Infinite sorrow with changing and intertwined.

That person is Wanjing in men's clothing.

"Che, accompany me to see uncle."

The lush green trees in the mountains showed the beauty of nature, and the flowing stream sang cheerfully. Her heart buried in the haze was suddenly filled with light.

In fact, as long as there is love, as long as you treat yourself and others with heart, beauty will be your best reward.

The beauty is as simple and fresh as the mountains, and it will always be with you.

……

"Uncle." When she affectionately called Feng Zhuqing who was trapped in the mountain hut by this folk name, the man only showed shame on his face.

Every time, he yelled "Kill Qin Wanjing" to every warrior.

Each time, his order never hesitated.

But today, if it wasn't for her, thousands of feather arrows would have pierced him into a honeycomb.

When the failure came, he realized that he was wrong.

Although this knowledge was bought with the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Shang Kingdom.

However, knowing that you are wrong is already a kind of improvement in itself.

Sometimes, too many expectations and requirements will only push people to a dead end, and the road ahead will only get narrower and narrower.

It's too late to regret it.

At this moment, looking at his younger sister Feng Zhuxiao's daughter, he suddenly felt that she was so kind and beautiful.

"Jing'er, come here." He softly called her name.This time, it was not the oath of ordering the samurai to kill, but his sincerity.

"Uncle." She once again called out to him sincerely.

He slowly took off the red wrench on his thumb, shaking Wanjing's hand, and slowly put the wrench into her slender fingers.

But the wrench slipped off in an instant because of its size, and rolled into his palm again.

"Uncle, look, this finger has already recognized its owner, and that is you. Jing'er will not want it, and Jing'er will never return to Shang Kingdom in this life." Her firmness cannot be doubted.

"Jing'er, father is right, I have no heirs, I am cruel and innocent, I, let the people flee their homes."

"Uncle, when you talk about this, it proves that you already know your mistake. God has punished you. Every day of your life, those souls who died in the war will scream in front of you, so you just Be able to repay, and use your diligence and love for the people to make up for your mistakes."

"Jing'er, uncle is wrong."

"Uncle, go back and make atonement to the thousands of people in the Kingdom of Shang. When you are old, Jing'er will give you a healthy and kind child, who will take over your unfinished inheritance."

She looked at Xuan Tuo and spoke with infinite affection.

Children are the continuation of life.

The child is her and his expectation.

Children are also the future of Shang Kingdom.

……

Feng Zhuqing left, taking all the haze with her.

All the secrets have become phoenix flowers that bloom suddenly in the world, blooming with the same beauty as before.

……

The class teacher returned to the dynasty.

Return with victory.

At that moment, Xuan Tuo and Wan Jing were delighted.

Xuan Tuo, he has always wanted to tell her, in fact, he is the little boy in the reeds back then.However, he was more looking forward to when the two were facing each other in the reeds, he took her hand and told her that he was the reed boy she was thinking of.

After waiting for so long, I just waited for another moment.

So, is it too late?

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