Heavenly Star

(Yelling again: Happy New Year! Today's theory is third best.

Tianchen mainland, dark clouds surge. The big, undisguised action of the Great Wind Nation holds the hearts and minds of people all over the world. A fateful and enormous smoke of nitrogen is about to unravel. There has never been a complete cessation of war in the heavenly continent. The age of smoke is not uncommon.

After a few days of preparation, the 800,000 troops of Tianlong Nation descended from the vast expatriation of Tianlong City. Ye Anger's pride in old age was undiminished. When Ren refused to let himself hang handsome, his son Ye Wei naturally followed. In all these years, the external wars of the Tianlong kingdom have never been spared, and the shadow of the Ye family cannot be spared.

Dragon Phoenix personally sent the army 10 miles away from Tianlong City, then sent them far away. Everyone's heart is heavy. Because the outcome of this expedition will determine the future of the Tianlong kingdom, even life and death.

And as a vice general of Ye Fu, there is no shortage of Zhuge unintentionally. Zhuge did not intend to march, he would certainly not be without Zhuge Xiaoyu. At this time, she was wearing silver armor, Liu eyebrows stirred up, and her English temperament forced her. A pair of bright eyes that had become wise in the grinding looked ahead. There was no hint of silence and repression in it. Instead, she couldn't wait to fight early and the Great Wind Country. She gets bored at home every day and thinks about strange ideas that can be won more or less often than not. Because she understood a long time ago that a real duel between them and the Wind Nation would begin sooner or later. Again, as a result of the change in the sunflower nation, the confrontation was different from 20 years ago. At least, the other side has an overwhelming force.

“General Zhuge, General Zhuge will stay for a while! ”

Not too long after leaving Tianlong City, suddenly a shout came from behind. Zhuge, who was in the tail army, turned his head unintentionally, and the man who called him had marched before him.

“General Zhuge, at the behest of my son, I entrusted one thing to General Zhuge.” After that, Ye Er removed a roll of paper on his back and presented his hands respectfully to Zhuge's unintentional hands.

“Mr. Ye?” Zhuge didn't mean to be confused, but she looked at Zhuge Xiaoyu more often and found that when she heard the words "my son”, her eyebrows clearly jumped, then “Yi” looked away, pretended not to hear anything, nothing cared. He reached out and asked, but Ye Er hastily said: “The son has spoken, this painting bothers General Zhuge to hand over to you in his spare time. I bid farewell to General Zhuge's journey without delay. May General Zhuge return triumphantly! ”

Without intending to give Zhuge another gift, Ye Er's eyes seemed to look at Zhuge Xiaoyu, dressed as a soldier, and went away. The fact that Zhuge Xiaoyu has been traveling with his father for years is actually an open secret that no one has ever told.

Zhuge's paper roll was caught by Zhuge Xiaoyu. Zhuge didn't mean to stare, and then said with a smile: “Cough, this leaf boy's stuff...”

“Don't talk, don't interrupt, don't ask, I want to see for myself!” Zhuge Xiaoyu glanced back at him, snorted softly, but couldn't even get to grief. The soldiers around him would be countless. He couldn't wait to tear that fine rope apart, then slowly unfold the paper roll carefully. Her heart began to beat wildly, constantly calling out in her heart: this is what he gave me, he originally remembered me, didn't forget me... really didn't forget me...

Paper rolls open, this is a painting, a painting of a teenage girl.

The girl in the painting was sixteen or seven years old, dressed in goose yellow clothes, revealed half beaded palace shoes under her feet, her posture was luminous, her eyes were pale, but her delicate face was dotted with a little tear marks. Despite the tears, the girl did not show any crying state. Her lifted lips and tight eyebrows contained intense stubbornness. Zhuge Xiaoyu's eyes were set in the painting, and he didn't move for a long time...

“Huh? Good girl, isn't that you? Looks like this is the portrait that Mr. Ye painted for you. ”

“...........................”

The scroll was closed by Zhuge Xiaoyu, who had just lost consciousness, she suddenly drowned and her soft shoulders trembled violently. Despite her endurance, the cries spilled out of her mouth, and the tears fell on the scroll and horseback.

Zhuge unintentionally hasn't seen his daughter cry in years. At this moment, her hands and feet panicked after sudden tears and crying. He knew his daughter too well, and she would not have shed tears in any case if it had not been extremely sad. He rushed to comfort him: “Good girl... don't cry, good girl, did Mr. Ye use this painting to piss you off again, or Dad and I... I..."

Zhuge didn't mean to “I” for half a day and didn't hold one out, so he came and slapped himself on the forehead. Speaking of which, he really doesn't understand why a painting can make his daughter cry, but does it save Xuan machine?

“He remembers me... he tells me he remembers me... this is the way I cried in front of him three years ago, he painted so fine... so fine. I haven't seen him in three years, but I remember him all the time. He hasn't seen me in three years... and I'm just like I was three years ago. He is using this painting to tell me that he has always remembered me so deeply, not only has he never forgotten it, but he often remembers it and hangs it in his heart...”

Three years ago, the last time she saw him, was when she was stabbed by the heartless words of Ye, walked out of the Ye family with great grief and tears, then kicked back, to face him with the stubborn face of still hanging tears, and swore to him a young girl... The girl in the picture was her then. Ye Mitsune saw her last face three years ago.

Zhuge didn't mean to look slightly, but his suspended heart finally let go. He laughed: “My good daughter, my father always knew that Son Ye would not be a thin person... In other words, my daughter is so good and proactive, it is strange which man is unwilling. All right, all right, you should be happy. Don't cry. ”

Zhuge Xiaoyu was deaf and still crying in an emotional release. And who knows how much this apparently permanently sad teenager has pressed in her heart over the past three years? Ye Wuchen returned, but never went to see her. She was so grieving. She did not have the appearance of Ye Shuiyao and the tender inclination of flowers, and had always thought that Ye Wuchen had no intention at all of her. Three years later, I feared that I had forgotten about her and could not remember the existence of such a person. She wanted to see him, but her stubbornness kept her dead. Teenage girls' dreams were broken three years ago into pieces that could not be glued together. She marched with her father and focused all her attention on the marching formation. Why didn't she try to divert her mind?

Today, Ye Wuchen's painting lets her know that he has not actually forgotten her, but hangs her in his heart... for three years. That was suppressed for a long time, and the emotions that boiled up all of a sudden came out with tears that she had saved for too long, hurting and happy...

“Father, can we go faster...... I want to defeat Windy Country sooner, come back sooner......”

Zhuge Zhuge unintentionally: “…”

Looking behind his daughter, he suddenly realized at this moment that his daughter had grown up. Because she didn't choose to turn back, but still followed his lead, knowing that it might be a battle of death.

At the same time, Ye Wuchen had just woken up from his sleep. At this time, he was already on the third pole. The snow around him still pillows on his arm and doesn't wake up.

“They've left Tianlong City, haven't they?” Ye Wuchen looked to the West. Today, Ye Wei and Ye Fu left home in Xizheng, and Wang Wenqiao secretly wiped tears several times in the past few days. This war is unprecedented, if it fails, if it dies, if it wins, if it does not know what month it will take to return, but it is a war that is doomed to be inescapable.

The movement of the windy country attracted the attention of all Tianlong nationals. When the Emperor collapsed, the Lin rebellion was left behind. This hidden truth has also become a permanent secret. Not long after the news of Ye Wuchen's blindness spread, the rumors spread that his eyes had been healed by the Sword God. Although he was "crippled” and deliberately silent, he rarely went out on weekdays, but after all, he was a fighter of the gods of war and his legend was spread in various forms for three years, and there were still too many followers of his news. But no one will know that the demise of the Lin family and the death of the dragonfly, as well as the queen's reign, are all due to his covert manipulation. His initial action against the Lin family was not simply a revenge, but the beginning of a series of plots.

And the vows made when the Queen came to power swiftly wandered the folk. There are doubters, there are covert mockers, and more is admiration. And the wave of public opinion that was supposed to be boiling did not cause much turmoil because of the Queen's vows. If we can truly defeat that greatest threat under the guidance of this queen, then folk will not only have a disturbing voice for the queen, but some will only embrace it.

With eyes lying quietly and quietly like an ice doll, there was no sound. Ye Wuchen reached out his hand and gently covered her face. “Eyes, rest well, I'll protect you later. ”

Soft sounds and movements awaken the snow. She rose and rubbed her eyes in her half-waked sleep. She asked confused: "Brother, is it late? ”

Two white lights appear on Ye Wuchen at the same time. Cichen appeared in the arms of Ye Wuchen, with a tender laugh in his mouth, shrinking his body into Ye Wuchen's arms. On his shoulder, he stood a smaller man with a lovely fragrance that seemed to dissipate from her.

“Shichen!” Snow's sleep suddenly disappeared without a trace, shouting softly, twisting his body close to Ye Wuchen's thoughts, his hands on her back seemed to want to hold her up. When she first met Si Chen, she went from surprised at the way she appeared to Si Chen, to staying, to loving - the kind of love that never lets go.

“Snow... auntie.” Shichen waved his hands at the snow, smiling lightly on his naive face. The existence of Shichen in the Ye family is a secret, and only Ye Wuchen and Jie Xue know it. It's not Ye Wuchen who doesn't want the Ye family to know, but can't. Because now Shizen sleeps every day for ten hours, and he must sleep in his body - like incense. To this day, Ye Wuchen still doesn't understand what kind of secrets are in Shichen's body. He could only look in silence.