Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1365 The pit is 351 meters deep, the finale ([-])

That year, the spring was waning, and the piano was burned and the wine was cooked, and there were people who were human and others who held hands.

That year, the summer sun was scorching hot, and soldiers came to Kyushu. Some people said goodbye and others stayed together.

That year, the autumn wind was bleak, and with the sound of wolf flutes, some people left while others stayed.

That year, the winter thunder was shaking, and the beacon fire was on the top of the city. Some people were killed and others were named marquises.

That year...

Too many things happened that year.

That year was full of wars and wars, and that year of immortality...

In troubled times, people are not as good as dogs.

Regardless of sackcloth or brocade and silk gowns, in the endless years of waiting, I just want to find a place that is safe and secure, so that I and my family can eat and drink without worry.

Therefore, no matter how many men Mo Jiu has married and killed, no matter what her reputation is, what she is like, what kind of heart she is, and no matter what role she plays in this chaotic world full of wars, Is it the angel who protects the living beings, or the original sin that caused the war... She, and Xinglong Mountain, her jurisdiction, have become the shelter of the world and a pure land for escaping from the world during the three-year war.

With the influx of a large number of war-torn refugees, Xinglongshan Town, a small town from scratch, developed into a prosperous haven in just three years, which is larger than Jinzhou City, rich in Lin'an Mansion, and ahead of the rest of the world.As a result, it was called "the pearl of the Huai River" by Mo Jiuxiao.

Time flies.

The earth rotates three springs, autumns, winters and summers.

The war has not stopped, the war has not stopped.

This is a result that no one wants to see.

The mountains and rivers are broken.

Precarious.

Everyone is looking forward to the end of the war.

Beimeng vs. Nanrong, Xiaoqian vs. Song Xi, they thought they would see the result soon, but it was delayed until three years later.

The little Nan Rong, who had always been weak and the people weak, and whose king had long been eaten away to a corner, lasted for three full years in the conquest of the mighty Beimeng army with strong soldiers and horses.

……

Three years later.

In the eighth year of Jingchang in the south, in the third year of Yuanzheng in the north.

In Xinglong Mountain Town at the end of the twelfth lunar month, snowflakes as white as silver floated.

Another year is approaching.

The coldness of the north wind cannot stop the people of Xinglong Mountain from looking forward to the new year.

Although, this year's big year will become a little unusual.

After three years, the war between Beimeng and Nanrong seems to be coming to an end soon.

The elite cavalry of Beimeng Khan Xiaoqian arrived in Changzhou ten days ago.

Soon the army will come to the imperial capital, and Lin'an Mansion has become an isolated city.

Wanderers far away, even thousands of miles away, seem to be able to see Song Xi sitting alone in the Golden Palace Hall.

It is said that the world is sad, one is the aging beauty, and the other is the old age of the hero.

Song Xi will be the last emperor of Nanrong, but in the hearts of the people of Nanrong, most of them have a very high opinion of him, and even silently set up a heroic monument for him in their hearts.

Three years!Resist Beimeng for three years.Never surrendered, never made peace, and even visited the forefront of the war several times in three years, and fought hand-to-hand with Xiao Qian, no less.

Many people think that Song Xi's defeat is certain.But he just lost to the current situation, to Nanrong's already riddled rivers and mountains——

The vast land, the long river of time.

The whole world is waiting for that result.

Even in Xinglong Mountain, which is a place to hide from the outside world, the teahouses and restaurants are crowded these days, except for the New Year's goods, the Spring Festival is to discuss the war situation in Lin'an.

People who have not been poisoned by the flames of war are always at leisure.

Even when it comes to war, amidst the sighs, there is always a bit of pride and joy that cannot be concealed.

Proud to be in Xinglong Mountain.

Fortunately, in Xinglong Mountain.

The people live and work in peace and contentment, and industry, agriculture, and business are all blooming with vitality.

Putting the world aside, who dares to call it a city of prosperity except Xinglong Mountain?
Spacious and level streets, row upon row of houses, a wide variety of goods, bustling crowds, endless stream of travelers, polite students, rude and savage strong men...

Xinglong is the most open city in the world.

Here, people can express their opinions and express their views on the world and current affairs. People here don't pay much attention to the defense between men and women. When they meet someone they like, they can go forward and pursue it boldly, even if they are a girl. arouse the resentment of anyone.Because of the Ninth Master of the Mo family, Xinglong Mountain has also become the city with the highest status for women in the whole world.Women here have the most equal rights with men.They can choose to go to work, or they can choose to take care of their husbands and children at home, they can choose to grow old together with their husbands, or they can take the initiative to ask for a divorce from their husbands.And the reason why they have the right to speak and take the initiative is, of course, also because of Mo Jiu——

In Xinglong Mountain, the Mohist law is the law.

In Xinglong Mountain, people are not subject to any imperial court except to abide by some etiquette and moral laws formulated by the Mohist school.

In other words, the Mohism here is actually an independent small imperial court.

And Mo Jiu is a king.

No one can control her, even if that person is Xiao Qian.

Therefore, everything here is too beautiful, but anyone who has been to Xinglong Mountain will be reluctant to leave.And the governance of Xinglong Mountain has almost covered all the ideal life that Mo Jiu thought about in his previous and present lives.Except that science and technology and productivity are still not up to the standards of the later generations she lived in, other aspects are even far beyond the later generations, and even the air is not polluted at all, as fresh as washing.

however--

When people are enjoying the prosperity and prosperity, no one thinks about it. Mo Jiu spent eight years in total to build this free country and dream garden.

After spending eight years, she finally made the Xinglong Mountain eight years ago and the Xinglong Mountain eight years later into two completely different worlds.

Of course, she was not satisfied with the present.

Her dreams, poetry and distant places, and clearer landscapes in her heart——

The life copyright she created for Xinglong Mountain is the template she plans to "copy" to the whole world in the future.

——And this belief, or this idea, is also the highest value and purpose she can give to such a war of devastation after three years and three years of war.

Otherwise, those bones and rivers of blood would always leave her confused and empty when she woke up in the middle of the night—right?wrong?

……

"Selling firecrackers! Firecrackers! Firecrackers!"

"Candied haws!"

"Flower Lantern, the most beautiful lantern in the whole town belongs to our house! Pass by, don't miss it!"

"Come here! Miss, young master, come to my house and have a look?"

The yelling of vendors on the street came one after another, and pedestrians walked on the street as if they were in the scene.

It is the scenery that sets off the people, and is also a person, embellishing this prosperous scene.

"Mom, I'm going to buy firecrackers -- the ones from Zhizhi's sister last year, which can soar into the sky."

"Mom! This, this, I want this!"

"That too!"

"Mom, I want it too! I want it too! I want to be the same as Brother Chong'er!"

"..."

One after another calling mother, delicate and crisp like a pigeon, it melts people's hearts.

Three women with a few children, talking and laughing, squeezed into the endless stream of people doing New Year's goods.

Children are of different heights, big and small, but they all like the lively things like going to the market. They chase each other among the adults, screaming, and occasionally bump into the stalls of the merchants, attracting shouts and questions. I didn't care about it, just cared about playing.

A few women occasionally scolded a few words, but most of the time they were left alone, just smiling and chatting about their own private conversations.

"I don't know if Xiao Jiu will return to Xinglong Mountain to celebrate the New Year this year?"

"Yeah, I didn't send a letter either. I don't believe it. I just took a nap yesterday and called my mother."

"I will come back, maybe she will give us a sudden surprise. Wasn't it like last year? She definitely wants to be straight too."

"It was different last year. This year—it's all because of this battle, and it's been three years of trouble."

"Hey! I don't know when this battle will end—"

"That's right! For some reason, although Xinglong Mountain is not on the battlefield, the battle is endless, and my heart is always in a panic."

"Hurry up! Didn't everyone say that the Northern Meng Army is about to hit Lin'an Mansion?"

"I'm just looking forward to that day. Whether it's good or bad, at least make it real."

"Who isn't? If we don't finish the fight, we'll all be old."

"Why are you so old? Hehe, your face is so tender. Didn't you see that young man just now, who kept aiming at your face?"

"It's you, right?"

"No way. It's not me."

"That's looking at Yan'er..."

"That's right... our Yan'er is getting more and more beautiful."

Several people were talking and laughing when a sharp shout suddenly came from a lantern stand in front of them.

"mother--"

"It's Li'er?" When Shang Ya yelled out, Song Yan's people had already rushed over.

But it was still a step too late, Song Li stumbled back from the crowd and fell to the ground.

Song Yan felt a pain in her heart, and rushed over to help the child in a panic, only then did she see a little boy about his age standing not far in front of Song Li.

He was dressed in brocade clothes, white and fat, with jade ornaments on his head and waist, and he looked like a pampered child.

Seeing Song Li fall to the ground, he hummed in satisfaction, put his hands on his hips, his eyes widened, and mocked disdainfully.

"It deserves it! How dare you come and grab the lantern that my master likes? Don't die!"

Song Yan was familiar with that arrogant look.

When she was young in Lin'an, she had seen too many children of the royal family, even she herself was one of them.

After wasting time for several years, she has already seen through it.Sighing in his heart, he didn't want to argue with the child, so he lowered his head and asked Song Li.

"Li'er, did you fall somewhere?"

Song Li's two rows of eyelashes were long, he blinked aggrievedly, shook his head slightly, and tugged on Song Yan's skirt.

"Li'er is fine. Mother, let's go..."

"Okay. Good boy."

The child's sensibility made Song Yan feel relieved and sad at the same time.

Song Li didn't like to fight with others since he was a child. On Xinglong Mountain, no matter how much he likes something, as long as other children want it, he will choose to let it go silently.This kind of personality makes Song Yan feel very heartbroken sometimes, but after thinking about it, this is fine, isn't it?If Li'er becomes a domineering bully like she did when she was a child, how can anyone protect him?Know how to advance and retreat, know how to be patient, at least you will suffer less.

"Stop!" The mother and son just turned around when the little boy shouted from behind.

Song Yan was startled, and looking back, the child seemed unhappy, glaring at Song Li and walked towards them.And beside him at some point followed a few men who looked like guards. Although they were all wearing casual clothes, they were not from the Central Plains, let alone ordinary people.

She trembled slightly in her heart, glanced at Peng Xin and Shang Ya who were not far away, then turned her head and smiled at the child.

"I don't know what other orders the young master has?"

The child snorted, "You want to leave after offending the young master?"

Song Yan's eyes were slightly heavy, and her tone was still smiling, "Otherwise? What else will the young master do?"

The little boy rolled his eyelids, as if he was very dissatisfied with her "ignorance", snorted, and pointed arrogantly at the bluestone ground.

"Kneel down! Kowtow and call out, Lord, admit your mistake, and I will spare you!"

Ah!Where did the royal grandson come from, so arrogant?

Song Yan smiled in her heart, but she had a lukewarm expression on her face, and she was not rude, "Young master, my son accidentally offended you, and I apologize to you on his behalf. There are a lot of sons and lords, don't care about..."

"Kneel down!" The little boy raised his chin, very surly, "Young master doesn't like to hear this! Say something on your knees."

Song Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, she slowly said, "Apologizing is the limit, kneeling... I'm sorry."

"You are so courageous!" The fat boy rolled his eyes and raised his head to indicate to the left and right, "What are you doing in a daze? Is it very pleasant to see my young master being bullied?"

"My subordinates dare not!"

"Don't dare! Don't dare to hold him down."

"My lord..." The head of the guards next to the boy was about forty years old, and he was more sophisticated.When he saw Song Yan and the others, he felt that she was not like an ordinary woman. He was a little worried, so he persuaded him in a low voice: "This is Xinglong Mountain, the master has explained it...you must be careful in your actions, don't act recklessly. Of."

"Do you dare not listen to me?" The fat boy didn't seem to expect that the guards would refuse, and his mouth became ruthless. "Believe it or not, I will sue you later, saying that you bullied me and asked my father to take your dog's head off."

The head of the guard was startled, and quickly lowered his head.

"Yes, sir."

In the end, he was just a five or six-year-old child, but he was perverse and willful, and he had made these guards suffer a lot.

Seeing his aggressive appearance, the guard had no choice but to obey.

The head of the guards looked at Song Yan with helplessness in his eyes.

"You! Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to our young master to apologize?"

(End of this chapter)