"well, let’s not talk about it. It is my happiest thing to meet you again today. Although you have changed, I am no longer the former Ye Yun. We all have our own new identities and lives in this era, but for me, you will always be my dearest brother. Let’s get to know each other again. My name is Wang Chaoyan."
I smiled and held out my hand to him
He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment with a complicated look and asked, "Can you accept that I was a gentle, considerate, kind and elegant person in my previous life?"
"No matter what you become because you are him, my feelings for you will never change." I will never forget what you have done.
Duan Ciyu’s eyes drooped and her mouth tightened, and her face was pale and desolate.
"I’ve been left alone since I was twelve years old after the massacre. Even if I tell myself I don’t care, I’m lonely living alone in the world. I still hope to have a family heart. So would you like to be my only family?"
I nodded with tears in my eyes. "You are my brother."
I threw myself into his arms and cried bitterly, at the same time lamenting that the sky was unfair.
In my life, Shuwei and I both lived a miserable life. In this life, I got a good life, identity and love for my mother, but Shuwei continued to be miserable.
But I won’t let his fate continue to be miserable. I must help him to make him happy.
Although I really want to know more about this, it is different from Shuwei Duan Ciyu’s idea that the palace door should be locked when he thinks about it. I’m afraid he can’t leave the palace and let him sneak out after talking about our life for a while.
Although today’s things are not as perfect as expected, I am so grateful that Duan Ciyu can accept me so quickly. I am still thinking about how to say it. He didn’t expect his acceptance to be so strong.
Soon to the war day, Bai Xihuang led the civil and military officials to set up a road banquet in the ten-mile pavilion outside the capital, and the South County Wang Baiwan Southeast Army sent off.
I heard that the scene was very touching, and many brave men left tears in their eyes.
Alas, you are drunk and lying on the battlefield. Don’t laugh. How many people have been fighting in ancient times? It is estimated that the soldiers who went to war would have been ready to die in the battlefield.
Jingyan has been looking in the direction outside the city since she got up early, and I don’t know how wet her tears are. I know that her heart is always worried and she can completely calm her mood.
I don’t know what Xiao Ling Mo is like. Although he has a strong personality and the whole adult is still a child and Ling Mu is his only relative, he will probably still be worried!
The next day, I immediately went to see him at Nanjun Wangfu, and I also visited the mysterious figure.
Ling Mo was really unhappy. His bright eyes were dim and shiny, and his round face looked haggard. See me a little bit.
"Are you coming to see my father’s friends?"
I sat beside him and patted him on the back, smiling and pulling up his depressed head.
"No, I’m not. I’m here to see you. Stop pulling a long face. Your father’s battle-hardened Huns will be terrified when he sees him. When his army is killed and the night emperor joins forces, they will surely win the Huns soon."
"But anything can happen on the battlefield." Ling Mo was still worried.
"Bah, Bah, you can’t say these unlucky words. Who is your father? He is the famous and ever-victorious king of Daqin. Even if everyone falls, he won’t fall. He is a strong man with strong character and won’t be easily defeated. You should have confidence in him."
Ling Mo finally smiled after my passionate comfort.
We chatted in the garden, and I tried to bring out some interesting topics to ease his spirit.
"By the way, my father told me to give you a letter before he left." Ling Mo suddenly remembered the letter delivery and went back to his room to bring me a letter.
I’m surprised that the king of South County left me a letter. Is it that he told me to treat his friend well?
I opened the envelope wax and took out the letterhead, which was vigorous and powerful, and the style of pen penetrating the back of the paper was quite consistent with the general demeanor of Nanjun Wang on weekdays.
However, whether I appreciate his letter or not made me frown and my heart was shocked.
"What happened? What did Father say to you?" Ling Mo looked at me strangely.