The years I was in the human world

A few days later, news of war came from the border. The Wuxiang people broke through three cities in a row. Xiao Ling ordered the border city generals to avoid fighting and avoid additional casualties.

Lin Shuyang was so angry that he flipped the table: "The Northern Army has defended Xiangyang for so many years, and Xiao Ling just handed it over to others like this?"

Calling him by his name shows how angry he is.

Xie Huaiyu also frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he asked, "Is there any news from Prince Ding'an?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier who brought the news from Chu Zhaoli came in and said, "General, Master Xie, His Highness said that the border cannot be invaded and he will lead his troops to the battle in three days. I hope the Xie family can help hold His Majesty hostage in the capital."

"Three days later? So hasty?" Xie Huaiyu said. It would be great if Chu Zhaoli was willing to lead the troops to the battle, but the time was too tight. Xiao Ling was not a fool like Chu Zhaoyun, and the other families had their own considerations. It would be difficult to arrange everything in three days.

"Three days is indeed a bit urgent, but it is also a helpless move. The war on the border can't be delayed any longer. After we leave, all matters in the capital will depend on Huaiyu." Lin Shuyang said. Although he was not familiar with political affairs, he had considered matters such as battle strategies more than Xie Huaiyu. Before the soldier who brought the news came, he had already made plans with Prince Ding'an in advance, and now he was just acting according to the plan.

"You are leaving too?" Xie Huaiyu looked at Lin Shuyang in astonishment. He was reluctant to let the latter go to the war, but Lin Shuyang was a general of the Northern Army, and he could not find any reason to let Lin Shuyang stay behind.

"Yes, but I won't leave too far." Lin Shuyang nodded. The man who was always honest in front of Xie Huaiyu also showed his military edge at this moment. His high bun fluttered in the evening wind like a flag waving on the territory. "I'm in Jingkou, and I'll guard the city for you."

Lin Shuyang made an appointment with King Ding'an, who would lead the Northern Army to resist Wu Xiang. He stayed behind to guard the city gate, not because he did not want to make achievements, but because he was afraid that he was too far away from the capital and would not be able to rescue Xie Huaiyu in time.

Three days passed in a flash, and Xie Huaiyu knew very well what happened afterwards. These few days were almost the deadline for farewell. He wanted to say all the words that he had not spoken for a hundred years, just to fulfill his own illusion, but it was ultimately a luxury -

Lin Shuyang was very busy. After Chu Zhaoli's messenger came, Xie Huaiyu almost never saw him again. Soon Xie Huaiyu himself had little free time as he was busy persuading his clansmen and other noble families to hold Xiao Ling hostage together to prevent this biggest traitor from obstructing the expedition.

The sunrise in autumn is gradually coming late. When Lin Shuyang followed Chu Zhaoli to the battle, the sky was still dark black. The marching horns sounded desolate, and the land south of the Yangtze River revealed the desolation and loneliness of the Gobi Desert. The army lined up silently and waited, as they were about to embark on a road where they did not know whether they would live or die.

The march would make a lot of noise, so Xiao Ling naturally couldn't hide it. However, the expedition of the Northern Palace Army and Prince Ding'an's army was not just the plan of Xie Huaiyu and Chu Zhaoli, it was also the consensus of the aristocratic families - in the past three days, Xie Huaiyu had put a lot of effort into convincing the aristocratic families.

This is how the relatively peaceful situation exists today. Xiao Ling is imprisoned in the palace by the aristocratic families, unable to stop the army from going on the expedition; Chu Zhaoli leads the troops to fight the enemy, Lin Shuyang goes to the pass to guard the border, and Xie Huaiyu stays in the Forbidden City to control the situation. This is a gamble that is feasible for anyone.

"Huaiyu, I'm leaving." Lin Shuyang had put on his armor early, and the red helmet tassel rustled in the wind. This time he saw the obvious reluctance and hidden pain in Xie Huaiyu's eyes. He didn't understand where the latter emotion came from, but it didn't prevent him from hugging Xie Huaiyu for the first time.

Xie Huaiyu hugged his shoulders back, with thousands of words in his heart, and in the end he could only say with a sigh: "Be careful."

The young master of the Xie family, who was proficient in poetry and prose in the past, could not say a single sweet word when he said goodbye. Lin Shuyang was happy to hear it. He finally moved Xie Huaiyu, nodded heavily, and made a promise that weighed more than a thousand pounds: "I will definitely come back."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back." Xie Huaiyu nodded in response, and his gentleness was completely different from the nobleman who used to be so high and mighty. He actually couldn't quite remember what he said when Lin Shuyang went to the battle, but it was probably something bad. He remembered that when the general left, there were fallen leaves all over the ground, which was inexplicably desolate.

At least this time, he saw his general off properly, Xie Huaiyu thought to himself. He looked at the tall figure getting on the horse and suddenly wanted to cry. But all this was fake. His Lin Shuyang had indeed died alone in the past, and no one saw him off when he went to the battle.

"Let's go." Chu Zhaoli rode on the white horse in silence, watching the two say goodbye. His eyes were empty and his thoughts seemed to drift far away. When he saw Lin Shuyang getting on the horse, he came back to his senses. Then he said lightly, raised the whip, turned the horse's head and rode forward.

He was also a lonely traveler between heaven and earth. When he rode his horse and whipped the whip, there was no one behind him to see him off.

"Is Chu Zhaoli going to the battlefield in person?" Lu Zhouxue saw that the gloomy man was also wearing armor, and he was as righteous as Lin Shuyang.

"Shuyang has to guard Jingkou, and Prince Ding'an won't go, so the Southern Dynasty will have no commander-in-chief." Xie Huaiyu said, looking at the army gradually moving away. He suddenly remembered the battle that year. The Southern Dynasty was destroyed, and the Wuxiang people lost their country. In fact, no one won.

Lin Shuyang failed to defend Jingkou, and the monks' magic weapons destroyed tens of thousands of Northern Army in a blink of an eye. The bloodthirsty and greedy Wuxiang people drove straight in from the downstream, trampled on the palaces, slaughtered the people, and the aristocratic families that had lingered for a hundred years were uprooted.

The monks of Zhongting said that the Xie family had the blood of immortals and that eating it would bring immortality, so all the sons of the Xie family were captured and cooked to death in the Jinluan Palace. In order to live in peace, the noble families took the initiative to report to the Wuxiang people, and no one in the Xie family was spared.

But Chu Zhaoli won. The man who was once regarded as incompetent went all the way north and massacred the king city of the Wuxiang people.

"Azhuo, King Ding'an has never been treated well, so why can he still fight for the common people?" Lu Zhouxue thought of Chu Zhaoli's back as he rode away alone. He also remembered the story Xiao Fengzhuo had told him. What was the reason for such a lonely man to sacrifice his life?

"Because he doesn't want to become as shameless as those people. What has the sins of the Chu royal family got to do with the common people?" Xiao Fengzhuo said. However, in fact, this was not the main reason. If he was completely trampled into the mud, he would surely become even more filthy and vicious.

But just before his conscience was lost, he was helped by someone, and he felt that there seemed to be room for his fate to get better. For the sake of the person who helped him, he did not want the other person to regret helping him, so he chose to leave the quagmire instead of dragging his benefactor into ruin with him.