Loyal servant

The girl's name is Fanta, and she is just 15 years old this year. Her father, who is the leader, gave her a beautiful pony.She seems to have endless sources of fun, such as bouncing around chasing butterflies among flowers, combing a pony's mane while humming, or just watching the changing clouds with interest.

Like right now she's pestering me, asking weird questions.

"Yoli Danmu! They all say you came from it, what is the Central Plains like?"

"Yeli Danmu! There is no grassland in the Central Plains, so what do their cattle and sheep eat?"

"Nori Danki! Why are you called Nori, why aren't you called Harvey?"

"Yoli Danmu..."

Sometimes I will seriously explain to her, and more often I will perfuse her with amnesia.She felt that she was not taken seriously and was angry, so she just gave me an angry look, and the next moment, she rolled happily with the lamb again.

Most of the Qiang people are warm and friendly, and I don't want to have too many fetters with them.After all, we are on different sides of a brutal war, and one day I will say goodbye to all of them.

The peaceful land of Qiang Daying will surely be trampled down by Daliang's iron hooves in the near future. I despicably hope that day will come soon.

I don't have the position and ability to defend my "saviors". All I can do is to be handcuffed and captured together with them, just to be charged with collaborating with the enemy.

The injury is gradually getting better, I am ready to leave, more greedy things dare not think too much.

Maybe, maybe I can go back.As a treasonous minister, kneel lowly in the court and accept the final judgment given to me by my emperor.

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On the day my father told me that I had to leave the imperial capital, I chopped down a yard of alpine rhododendrons that my father had carefully planted in the yard. It was the first time I disobeyed my respected father in this cowardly way, and I was kicked out as I wished. out of the house.

I didn't tell you these things, as usual, I dragged you to the west of the city to drink, the door of the west of the city was blowing the cool wind from the northwest, the cool wind didn't blow your face, which was reddish after drinking the sweet wine, your face Your eyes are brighter than the stars.

I sang the ballad from my mother's hometown, the tune was melodious and circling, washing away the distant and romantic imagination.I look at you quietly, and the twinkling evening star expresses this timidity.

You sway your toes gently with the tune in the evening wind, stretch your back, and smile calmly.You are the proud son of heaven who was born noble, wearing brocade and cloud-patterned clothes, never feeling the embarrassment of hunger and cold, and not yet infected by dark plots.Although he was once bullied, he grew up so beautifully and completely.

I admit defeat to myself, if my allegiance is to you.This hateful and irresistible fate seems to have become a predestined luck.

The gate to the west of the city blows the cool wind from the northwest, the cool wind did not cool my fiery beating heart, where your eyes are brighter than the stars.

life experience

My memory gradually recovered, and the incomplete past gradually became brighter in my mind.Most of the time I stayed in the yurt and closed my eyes to sort out my thoughts, not talking to the clansmen.

This morning, as usual, I opened my hands obediently for Lin to change his dressing.I don't know what kind of herb it is - Qiang people always have lots and lots of weird things.Lin carefully applied the poultice to my half-healed but still horrific wound.

I don't dislike these Qiang people who are stationed in the camp and do not go to the battlefield. I am grateful for their care for me.But I will not be grateful to Dade for saving my life. Sometimes, hatred cannot be let go easily. I don't want to keep malice, but I will always remember the hurt I have suffered.

I waited for the price to come for the goodwill I had gained.

I recovered very well, but the knife wounds and arrow wounds crawling all over my back were still hard to see. He looked at the horrific scars on my body and sighed softly, "In the end, war hurts innocent civilians."

I lowered my head and didn't speak.I thought bitterly: Isn't the origin of everything the Qiang people's greed?The thrill of looting and killing is unforgettable.

The Qiang people are already at the end of their strength, which is not difficult for me to detect.There were not many defensive fighters in the entire camp, and those who remained seemed to be on guard for something, falling into a tense atmosphere.I think it should be time to close the net.

The accumulation of Daliang's pride, while becoming a stumbling block, is also a strong support. The small border herdsmen are not enough to shake his majesty.

But these have nothing to do with me, everything is a foregone conclusion, and now I am out of the center of the battle, I just need to watch and accept the final judgment.

After changing the medicine, I accepted Lin's suggestion to take a walk on the clear autumn grassland.

The reeds by the river grow very tall, slowly swaying the sun, interweaving with the sparkling waves of the river, casting a picture scroll of light and shadow.I stood silently beside the rolling river, crossed patches of grasslands, layers of mountains, and looked at the east I was nostalgic for.

Fanta was sitting by the river, her long hair was loose and her cheeks were red.She stared at the river with an innocent and romantic expression unique to girls.The crisp voice hummed an unknown foreign tune.Here, only she has such leisure time.

She raised a handful of fluffy reeds, took a breath, and blew them toward the river with a sweet smile.

The white and light reed catkins fell on the river and fluttered in the air.Still standing by the river, for some reason, my eyes are moist.

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Some people ridicule me for my alien blood, and some people ridicule me for not having a mother.It stands to reason that I should be a poor wretch with no name or distinction.But no one has ever "bullied" me. In fact, those dandies who speak badly have become homeless dogs in the end, thinking about how to get around me.

In addition to the father and family's support, the reason is more important, and it is also very simple: I am very strong.Yes, extremely strong.I learned from my father's befriended master of the hidden world, and since I was a child, I have received daily guidance from my father, the number one general in the defense of the country.The cold and heat are not farewell, and the ten years are the same.

My hidden master said that I made rapid progress, and my elders praised me for my extraordinary talent.For me, it's just something I've been doing since I can remember, and it just came naturally. It has nothing to do with my choice, let alone my pride.

I am a young talent with high hopes, the eldest son who is not loved by my brothers, I don't understand and I don't like the ability of my first brother to be both right and wrong.I have a mind like my mother's who can't tell the difference between twists and turns, but fortunately, I also inherited my father's clarity of distinguishing good from bad and not being swayed by impulse.

Those who oppose me must answer with my sword.Therefore, although I am dazzling, I still rely on martial arts and swordsmanship to stand crookedly.

My father has never shown his approval of me, but I know that I am the most important child of my father, even more than my first brother who grew up under my father's knees and received so much love. I am the most like my father.

Compared with the younger generation of the 15-year-old family, the result of the competition did not have too many surprises.That day, my father handed me the Chiyan Sword that had been sealed for 12 years without saying anything.

The red flame sword is made of black material, and the sword body is engraved in small characters near the handle: Yeli Danmu. It shines coldly with sharp silver light, and instantly ignites my imagination about historical myths and rivers and lakes.

I held the sword and threw out a beautiful sword flower. From then on, the Chiyan sword became one with my heart, and there was a young swordsman with a sharp long sword in the imperial city.