Loyal servant

I sneaked into your bedroom secretly as usual, and you sat at the table as usual, reading an unknown travelogue, and on the table was a cup of tea made just for me.

I wiped my sword boredly, while secretly looking at your handsome face, the lively new buds of early spring sprouted quietly, and the spring scent made my face a little hot.You are a prince, you will not laugh and play with me, but as long as I am by your side, I feel extremely happy and free.

"Nori, have you ever seen snow?" You raised your head and looked at me seriously.

"No...no." The Chiyan Sword almost fell out of my hand, it was a false alarm, I thought you had caught my sight.

You propped up your chin and looked out the window, "Really...the book says that there is a lot of snow every year in the territory of the mother clan. The vast and pure white world must be very charming." A rare look of longing show up on your face.

I'm a little depressed, why do you always think about your mother clan?Is the imperial city not good?All kinds of prosperity in spring and summer fill the street corners, the solemn and orderly city, there are silks and satins, there are lively markets, and... me.

I put the sword back into its sheath, and said angrily, "Don't be crazy, our status is never possible!" I could only accept my own fate.

You gently smoothed the rolled up book feet, and said calmly, "Yes."

"But if I have a chance, I really want to see this picture." Your imperceptible loneliness lingers in my mind, making my heart a little stuffy.

Two months later, I quietly stole you out of the palace at night—this is the most daring thing I have ever done other than beating up the prime minister’s son in public!Maybe it's because it's my birthday, you, who are always meticulous and polite, didn't ask too many questions, it seems that you made up your mind to go crazy with me.

I had planned this for a long time, but when the time came, I was at a loss.I walked with my head down, holding the already tall black water horse with my right hand, and I didn't know when my right hand was holding your hand in the tension when I left Miyagi.

I didn't dare to look at you, and I didn't dare to speak. The two of us walked quietly on the moonlit path in the west of the city.

I don't know what to think or what to do, my heart is beating like a drum.I looked at you awkwardly, and you looked at me too.You smiled at me softly, naturally without other impurities, just suitable for our friendship.It's just holding hands, isn't it common among friends?I am relieved.

We will be confidants for life, I said to myself.

We climbed to the highest attic of the house, and as I expected, there was a brilliant white in front of my eyes.April is the time when the catkins are flying, the white catkins flutter in the wind and fall on the swaying branches, the clusters of willows breed countless catkins, flying and falling, pure white, like a A brilliant winter snow.

The white moon gives 'Snow' a psychedelic misty blue, like a light gauze skirt, floating gently around us.My mind has never been brighter and softer than it is right now.

Pure white catkins fell on your dark hair, you smiled and reached out to catch a piece of pure white catkins, but tears flowed down your face, in the pure white snowy night, we hugged each other without saying anything.

I'm happy, never been happier.It turned out that it would be such a beautiful thing to pay for one person.

I am also a little guilty, sorry, I actually lied to you.It's actually not my birthday.Since my mother left, no one remembers my birthday anymore.

For a long time, no one asked me if I wanted to be my father's child and continue the family's glory, and since a long time, I have never remembered my own birthday.

But it's okay, because I decided to make this day my birthday.

----

The chief returned with his wounded warriors.

He was a typical Qiang man, with a burly figure, his beard and hair covered most of his face, and his eyes showed the determination to endure the wind, sand and war.

I did not greet the return of this enemy lord with excitement and joy like other Qiang people.

This seemingly bloody man was surprisingly tender.After seeing me, the facial features were instantly tangled together due to full emotions, and tears welled up in my eyes.In my astonishment, he strode forward and hugged me.

With a trembling voice, he said, "I finally see you. My child, this will be your home from now on..."

The leader announced the shocking fact to everyone: the clansmen who were taken in by accident were the sons of the lord and his beloved wife, as evidenced by the names and personal tokens agreed with his beloved wife.The young lord lived in the Central Plains in his early years, and his father and son have been separated for many years.

He put his arms around my shoulders and said to everyone: From now on, Danmu will be my only son and the future leader of the Qiang people.

That night, the camp swept away the previous haze and held a grand banquet.The clansman slaughtered sheep and cattle, brought out good wine, the girls put on gorgeous dresses and danced, the men changed their armor and picked up the piano, singing and dancing to celebrate the peaceful return of the soldiers and the return of the young lord to the family .

The clansmen couldn't hide their curiosity and looked at me, the airborne visitor.How could I not hesitate and doubt my mottled memory, how could that 'loyal' subject in my memory be the child of the leader of the enemy clan?

The leader was so drunk that he held my shoulder and told the romantic story with my biological mother more than 20 years ago.When he talked about the moving part, he wiped away his tears with rough palms, then looked at me and said: "Fortunately...Danmu is back and back to me...Abba hopes you will be like You are as free and vigorous as a wolf, may God Kali wolf bless you..." Lin supported the leader, reproached him a few words, and helped him back to the tent.

I just sit not far from them.

The leader looked at me, but it wasn't me he saw.He saw the past through me, saw another person.For him, I am not me, I am a collection of his memories of the past.

The sincerity in his eyes is enough to make anyone moved by the affection of waiting, maybe I will return to my home with tears in my heart.

—if I don't get my memory back.

I remember my real father, and I remember how I grew up under his discipline, who was definitely not attached to love.

I am the general guarding the border of Daliang, not the young leader of the Qiang people.

I am a person who will not have warmth, not the sustenance of other people's emotions.

Through the bonfire, dancing girls, bright colors, rich smells twisted warmly.I am more tired than ever.I have lost the purpose to which I have been devoted, and yet I step into a previously unfinished story, into a new mystery.

My emperor, how should I choose?