I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man

About three or four years later, on the way back from the border gates of Wu Ling, we passed this hillside road in Guangdong.

White Light West slowed down.

His heart was filled with confusion and pain, not only because of the increasingly difficult fighting at the border crossing, but also because of news from last month, Wangshuo and Chen 's only child, the two-year-old prince, died.

When he received the news, he was bitter, and despite winning the war, Nanchen's soldiers and horses were devastated.

Full of exhaustion and exhaustion, he couldn't help but fall and close his eyes. But really at night, lying on the bed, I couldn't sleep.

Walking down the hill, he turned in that familiar direction. - Not for a few years. I don't know what happened to the mothers and daughters. In the midst of the wind and rain, if there is a pair of people who are safe, it is at least a comfort.

However, Zema came next to Yu Jia Jiao Wang, and Bai Guangxi found that although the wine wang was still open for business, the whole thing was broken through a crowd.

The already rudimentary table and chair benches are even more ruined, combined with dusty surroundings.

In my memory, Yu Zhen has always been a clean woman. Although her clothes and daughter's clothes are worn out, they are tidy and tidy. The small wine shop is very clean and refreshing.

Three years later, how could it have changed so much?

White light hurried off the horse and went into the bar. Mrs. Yu Zhen was behind the counter and looked at it. This young woman looked like she was 20 years old. Her horns were pungent white. Her face and demeanor were stiff and dull through the elderly. As if she were a dry flower, she had lost all vitality and moisture.

Why is this happening, Anfu? Is it in the last three years that this child is sick again?

Madam Yu Zhen carefully recognized that the young man in front of Jun-soo was the juvenile general.

She finally had a glimmer of light in her dead grey eyes.

But after listening to White Light's inquiry, the light quickly went out.

“Amphet, I think you're still alive, perhaps in happiness, rather than following my mother. ”

From Yu Zhenxi's upside down description, Bai Guangxi finally knew that just a year ago, Yu Zhenxi sold Anfu.

He sold the teeth of a passers-by for two taels of silver before paying last year's taxes.

If a thunderbolt struck White Light's heart, he could not ask why he had to sell his biological daughter, who depended on her. Yu Zhenma loved her child so much, he knew very well, and the more she invented it, the moment she sold her daughter, how desperate and painful she would be.

“If you can't pay the taxes, it's for sale by the officials, they are all sold anyway, the merchant seems to have a kind eye...” Sister Yu Zhen said ruthlessly, "I hope she can work honestly, eat a bite of rice, it's better than staying here and waiting for death. ”

Her eyes filled with gray death. “Nothing, nothing. ”

Bai Guangxi suddenly felt a heartache, a feeling of suffocation that drowned his entire human being.

Even in the face of the thousands of battle slaughters of the Confederate Army, he had never been so afraid of suffering.

He rushed out of nowhere and threw his personal cry far behind him.

He raced along the hillside and finally stopped in a wilderness.

He looked around blindly. What was it all about? The struggle along the way...

The personal guard followed, and Fong Yuan said in a hurry: "General, don't worry, there are always signs of selling this kind of thing. If the general wants to locate the child, he can blame the local government for searching for merchants, and he will find it. ”

Another soldier also persuaded, "If the general pities the mothers and daughters, he can buy them for ransom and bring them back to the house for resettlement. Being a liquor cook in the White House is not a hundred times stronger than throwing their heads outside. ”

Search, find, resettle...

Even if he can save the mothers and daughters and give them a happy life, what about the tens of millions of Yu Zhenma and Anfu on this land? How many can he save?

He did not respond to the words of the protégé around him, and he walked obsessively forward, on the top of the mountain, his sight was everywhere, and his eyes were sore. The villages beneath the mountains are abjectly poor, the people are invisible and the people are depleted.

After all these years of fighting, why? The day was filled with war and slaughter, and there was no time to take another look, and the scenery behind it had become what it was.

White bones are exposed to the wild, with no chicken chirping for thousands of miles.

* * * * *

Long after he came to the man, listening to his reading of Nanchen Liu County's life books, he exclaimed: “It is difficult for Nanchen Xiao Dynasty to have the energy to support it for so many years. ”

The young emperor explained to the confused gaze of White Light West: "The people of the six counties are dying, almost to the limit. It can be seen only by the number of people registered, and in a stable country, the population is multiplying, and the number is increasing gradually. At the beginning of the Nanchen court, there were still more than six million people in the six counties, and more than a decade later, less than four million. While the South has enjoyed good weather, plenty of food and no natural disasters over the years, the population has fallen so sharply that it has become overburdened. ”

Shortly after the poisoning program, the court was excited and ready to start a war with Nanchen. Qin Noh carefully reviewed all aspects of Nanchen's people's health affairs and issued this outcry.

“How hard the people live, how hard the people suffer, how pathetic and lamentable. ”

At that time, Baiguangxi, who had become Fangyuan, realized even more deeply how cruel the people of Nanchen Six Counties had been for more than a decade.

Ridiculously, for more than a decade, the most bland pity I've ever heard came from the mouth of an enemy emperor.

* * * * *

That night, he wandered in the wild, immersed in pain for a long time, until the dawn of the distant sun, and he finally remembered his responsibilities.

Dragging a tired heart, he returned to the capital.

He thought that he would tell Chen and discuss with Lord Wen whether local taxes should be lowered to ease the burden on the people.

Since the establishment of the South Chen Xiao dynasty, Bai Guangxi has adhered to his status as a martial arts general and has rarely expressed his views on political matters other than military affairs. He is now in charge of most of the elite soldiers, and then he is in power. Although no one will say anything about his affair with Chen , he feels uncomfortable himself.

Today, however, he feels compelled to say something for a struggling people.

However, he really saw Chen and found himself unable to say anything.

It was already midnight when he returned to the palace, and ministers such as Chen and Wen Xiao were discussing their military salaries for the new year.

White Light Xi entered the palace and listened to them silently, sometimes fiercely, sometimes softly, in contention.

I made it to midnight and I finally got this thing done. A few gentlemen retreated.

Chen raised his head from the book full of tables and smiled bitterly at his friends: “I really couldn't imagine before, counting the days of tomorrow for thousands of taels of silver. ”

This resistance to the invasion by the Yugoslav Army led to more protracted fighting and greater spending.

Chen 's eyebrows are all deeply tired and painful.

He stood up and threw the fold in his hand, as if to leave the mixed government aside for the time being.

“I'm glad you're okay.” He approached his friend and fastened his hands to his shoulder, laughing, "Me and Wangshuo have been worried all these days. ”

His eyes were still bright, but his lean figure seemed to fall as soon as it blew. After the death of the little prince, he did not eat or drink for a few days, but did not relax for a moment, approving folds and front-line dispatch.

Bai Guangxi suddenly felt that the words to his throat could not be spoken. He hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: “I just heard Lord Wen talking to Wang Sang Book in the household about taxes. ”

“It was Wang Amin who proposed to raise taxes, which I rejected, and raise taxes. Where else could anyone survive?” Chen bitterly smiled.

“It's a tough day, when's the head?” Chen eventually sighed with indignation.

White Kwangxi didn't answer, yeah, from the king to the people, to the soldiers in the battlefield, which is not painful?

Why is this path of return so painful and difficult?

When's the end?

Out of the palace, not long after, he went to the front again.

Through that highway, the former wine restaurant was only dusty. The woman who struggled in her misery died silently in an old cabin the day after the departure of White Light West.

Suicide or sickness? Nobody wants to explore.

White Kwangxi's own soldiers tried to take her away and find her a safe and light livelihood, but they saw her remains. Soldiers were helpless and buried.

The information was then sent to the General's desk. White Kwangxi was silent for a long time, all he could say was a plain sentence: “I know. ”

* * * * * * * *

Everyone's dead. Why are you here? Standing in front of the grave, Bai Guangxi gazed at the distant liquor storm. Without a caretaker, the original poor house quickly became damaged and swayed in the wind and rain.

As if it were a silent tombstone, sacrificing the mother and daughter who struggled to survive in the cold, windy rain, but could not help but wither away.

“Why the restoration?” He couldn't help but ask.

The protégées around them were amazed at how the General suddenly talked about it.

Fong Yuan first opened his mouth, seemingly not even thinking about it. He bit his teeth: “Of course it was for revenge.” The Fang clan, the southern famous gate, was slaughtered most of the time when the country was exterminated. Only the remaining parents of Yuan helped the elderly to flee to the south.

This revenge elicited the response of most people. Most of the people around Bai Guangxi, mostly from the South Chen Shi family, experienced deep blood feuds, and even a few people, fled to the South Chen Xiao Dynasty only in recent years.

After occupying the embroidered land, looting and oppression became increasingly brutal. While the six counties of the south were depressed, the rest of the homeland was no better. Not only do they bear harsh taxes, but they can't even protect their wives and children from breaking down their homes sometime. I heard that he was released to the prestige and parishes of the capital, and that he was miserable.

The road to return is difficult, but it does not seem easy to survive.

In the summer weather, the white light is cold.

The whole world is cold, unable to see hope, unable to see the way out.

Being born is such a painful thing?

The wandering of the heart did not last long, and the end of the road arrived, and even had to struggle by itself.

The Confederate Army did its utmost to defeat the Nan Chen Xiao dynasty, seemingly trying to remove this obsessive obstacle.

Unprecedented pressure, enormous force, in contrast, is futile in any magical layout.

The counties of Guangdong and Wuling were defeated successively, and the South Chen Soldiers' Festival was defeated. At a moment under the city, Bai Guangxi allowed a few elite guardians to protect Chen u and Zhongzhen to split up and evacuate first and stay behind.

Hearing nine years of intense slaughter, smelling nine years of bloody nostrils, has never been as intense as it is now.

Did the struggle to kill accompany him all the way from a teenager to a young man finally come to an end at this moment?

Okay, close your eyes, and you won't have to worry about those anymore. Perhaps the world after death is brighter than the living world.

However, things were volatile, with the remnants of the soldiers around them, and they were slaughtered to the last minute, exhausted until they fell from the walls of the city.

After a long painful coma, he was able to open his eyes again.

At that time, he was already in the capture camp of the Confederate Army at the Great Chow. Nearly exhausted, the lamp was covered with blood stains, and he raised his hand and found several strands of vertical and vertical wounds on his face. And what is in your hand is the identity plate of the pro-Garden source.

He had a hard time remembering the last moments, as if they were close relatives, who shouted in despair: "General, you must hold on, you must not die! ”

Then there was the severe pain on his face, and it seemed that he still had a few hands, hurrying off his armor...

He knew what had happened during the days of the coma from the lamentable discourse of the captives around him and the screaming of the guard soldiers.

Admiral Nan Chen, Bai Guangxi, with several close family members stubbornly resisting until the last moment, was slaughtered by the crowded Confederate army, even the body was not complete. And Chen escaped with Chaoshen. This operation by the Confederate Army eventually sank the trident.

It was Fang Yuan who finally changed his clothes and armor and died for himself.

How could he, a life, have so many people willing to live and die to maintain it?

Raise your head and look up at the light of the sky, and White Light does not know why you can continue to live. Perhaps I just don't want to fail the source of their sacrifice.

The FRY attacks did not continue. The battle was devastating and the FRY was badly damaged.

Chen fled the territory of Uli State, soon became the son-in-law of Uli State, and dispatched Nanban soldiers to the north to reinforce him. After several confrontations with the Confederate Army, Yu Wencheng could not take advantage of the price and could only help to recruit troops.

This prisoner of war, 780,000 Nam Chen Junma, was taken back to the capital as a trophy.

Dark days continue, falling into captivity camps, every day is worse than hard labor, from abandoned mines, to the battlefield of the capital city, the day passes, most of the wounds on his face disappear, the only one that crosses the nose beam, perhaps thought too deep, still deeply on his face.

Why are you still alive? White Light Xi, who has become the source of Fangyuan, can't say what it feels like. It is clear that after the news of her sister's death came, there was only a dark, hopeless piece of life left, but she was still breathing.

The days of the battlefield are empty and boring. He is about to be abandoned after a series of defeats. Perhaps soon, he will be stabbed to death by his opponent in a battle, or he will be abandoned in the battlefield, and then sent to a hard-working mine, where he will die.

However, the day when there was no hope, there was a ray of light that suddenly broke through the clouds and came to him.

He was bought.

The gentle, sophisticated teenager has been his owner ever since.

Years later, the young emperor was saddened to say that he was the luckiest thing in his life. Without this encounter, he had already been stabbed to death.

White Light Xi listened quietly beside him, and he wanted to say that you saved my life, not just my life, but more importantly, his entire life.

It was from that meeting that his already depleted life finally resurrected, and his lost life finally found its way.

He was his brightest light.

Like the sun in front of us this spring, it's full of vitality.

……

Open your eyes, it's a dense, lush forest.

The warm spring sun falls on you, and the ocean is warm for everyone.

He is sitting in the gazebo behind the Qianyuan Hall enjoying this rare time of tranquillity.

It's been a long time since I've remembered the past, and these days have been busy with little free time to remember the past.

More than four months after returning from the north, countless administrations have been on the agenda since the beginning of spring, with enormous complexity.

One of the things that needs to be busy is the restructuring of the Confederate Army.

He was promoted directly from Vietnam to Zhennan General by virtue of his credit for his defeat of Nancheng Lancheng and his recovery of Nancheng Liu County, from an inner court guard to a genuine second-grade. It's kind of sudden, actually. But most people in the middle of the dynasty now know his true identity. As Admiral Nan Chen, he surrendered to Dazhou and set up such a solemn military service. A generous seal is what it should be. So this rugged promotion of the emperor did not elicit much opposition.

Since the successive defeats of the Confederate Army, combined with the covert actions of collaborating with Shu Wang Qin Hun, the original troops have been almost abolished.

Now regroup, everything starts from scratch. Plus the future Confederate army in the emperor's conception, there will also be a fleet of sailors, local pirates in Jingping, to protect shipping. Sources can predict that they will be busy for years to come.

But this is a busy thing that he enjoys seeing.

There is no more confusion and darkness in the mind, replaced by busy enrichment.

Standing in the woods behind the Qianyuan Palace, Fangyuan looked up to the bright light coming through the thick branches of the seams, and his heart was at peace.

Like that little boat that sailed for a long time on the pitch-black sea, it finally found a berthed Bay of Light.

Shortly afterwards, Li Wan rushed over and shouted: “General Fang, the inner palace of the book of Marchant has already been negotiated, Your Majesty announces your past. ”

The source turned her head and responded with a smile. Get up and walk to the Qianyuan Palace.