You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 238 Wan Jun
The sword in Ying Yu's hand was handed down from Marquis Yongwei in the past, but this sword spike has changed for several generations, and it has long since lost its original appearance.

There are not a few red ears left, the color is dark red and black, and the joints are already fragile and precarious.

Ying Yu tore off the tassel of the sword from the hilt, and handed the hilt to Wen Qing'er.

"Ayu is a rough man, and he can't do such delicate work, so I asked Qingqing to help tie the fringe of the sword."

Wen Qing'er looked at it for a moment, and saw that the body of the sword was simple and unsophisticated, and the scabbard was engraved with patterns like fish scales, which faintly glowed coldly and solemnly under the light.

Before the sword is out of its sheath, one can feel the faint chill and serenity from it.

Although the hilt of the sword is slightly worn, it is not difficult to see that the owner has cared for it with care, and it is rare to find obvious scratches.

Wen Qing'er's fingers fluttered, and she fastened the tassel of the sword firmly. She was inevitably curious about the sword that Yu never left her body.

"Does it have a name?"

Ying Yu stroked the scabbard, his expression and words were full of honor and sincere respect.

"It's called Wanjun, under the pressure of Wanjun, everyone will be destroyed. This is a mighty sword."

Wen Qing'er rested her chin on her hands and looked at Ying Yu's nostalgic expression seriously.

"Defending powerful enemies from the outside and suppressing leopards and wolves from the inside is the mission of the Yongwei Hou Mansion and the Ying Family Army for generations. Zhi Wanjun wipes out all enemies with the force of thunder and defends the prestige of the Great Qi."

Wen Qinger's fingertips touched the icy hilt of the sword, and she seemed to be able to feel the clank and iron bones of the Ying family army and the shouts of fighting.

"If the father dies in battle, it will be passed on to the son. If the son dies in battle, it will be passed on to the soldiers under him. As long as there is one person in the Ying family army who is alive, he will hold his hand and defend the country."

"Yingjun is immortal, Wanjun will last forever."

In Wen Qing'er's memory, Ying Yu always smiled in front of her, or looked at her gently, and rarely showed such a sharp and powerful aura.

This kind of momentum of going forward bravely in the face of thousands of troops and horses immediately pulled Wen Qing'er's thoughts back to the day when they first met.

Gold and iron horses, sharp and armored, full of vigor, swallowing mountains and rivers with arrogance.

No wonder she captured the hearts of thousands of young girls as soon as she returned to Beijing, and it turned out that she was already one of them.

Ying Yu's words also made Wen Qing'er's blood boil instantly.

The stability of Daqi and the prosperity of the capital have always been like this man in front of him. He used flesh and blood and unyielding faith to build up Daqi's defense bit by bit.

How many people fought back in ancient times, buried the tears of hero loyalty!
Perhaps Ying Yu's ancestors, Ying Yu's father, and even Ying Yu will end their lives in this way.

Leaving a name in the long river of history, a few words of records, will soon be lost in the vanity of the world, without a mark.

Wen Qing'er didn't dare to think deeply about how lucky she was to have Ying Yu's love, and how lucky she was to fall in love with Ying Yu.

Since she chose Ying Yu, she would be happy with everything that Ying Yu brought her, whether it was sweetness, grief, or being alone.

Ying Yu is destined to bear many burdens in this life, such as glory, pain, and death. The battlefield is always changing rapidly.

Wen Qing'er suddenly felt some pain and bitterness in her heart. No matter what the prospects were, she would be satisfied even if she only spent one day with A Yu in front of her.

Now, she finally vaguely understood the meaning of what her mother said that day when she had a heart-to-heart conversation with her mother.

It's superficial to only fall in love with one of Ayu's many faces.

(End of this chapter)