On the last day of the seventh year of Chuping, snowflakes began to float, brand new lanterns hung on the street, fireworks rose to the night sky, bursting out in groups, reflecting the red sky above Bianliang. Countless people took out pots and battered at the door, and children chased and ran away in the snow with the scolding of adults.

The news of the Jurchens seeking peace came north, and countless people exhaled the turbid air that had been aggravated in their hearts on this day. At that time, the Jin Kingdom fought outside the city, and countless people died to drive the other party away. Their barbarity could hear the screams of women in the Jin camp outside in the city.

In the news of this great victory, the tragic situation about Dading Prefecture is naturally attributed to retribution. Although some people criticized this practice for being inhumane, it is never the mainstream in such public opinion, and no one will care about it.

The crowded people on the streets rushed to the gate of New Taipei. On the last night of the year, the soldiers from the Northern Expedition returned. Seeing the weapons at their mouths and the armor stained with blood, many people burst into tears and waved their hands wildly to congratulate them on the triumph. In the five years since the Jurchens left, the court removed the obstacles and worked hard to govern the country. The national strength was thriving, so that they could have the ability to fight the Northern Expedition after the family was destroyed.

In the middle, many people also asked for their appointments.

A broken military flag walked into the city gate. It was a wolf flag of the Jin Kingdom. Niu Gao, holding the flag, sat on the horse's back and told the people around him that this was Wanyan Zonghan's handsome flag, which was cut off by Niu Gao. There were countless cheers sounded on the nearby streets and buildings. In fact, they had no impression of Zhanhan. Among the Jurchens who went south, Zhanhan was injured in his eyes and was recuperating when he was bombed at Yanmen Pass, but it did not prevent the people from being happy about the Jurchen Marshal's defeated under his own army.

In the crowd, a figure was supported and stood there looking at the broken flag passing by in front of him. He turned silently and returned to the sedan chair and returned to the small courtyard of the Bai Mansion. He sat on a recliner and looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky. The servant came over to cover him with a blanket, and was suddenly thrown to the ground by him.

His eyes were ecstatic, as if he saw the broken wolf flag again, his fingers tugged together, turning blue, "How can you die in his hands... Whether you die of illness or being killed by Zong, how can you die in his hands--"

Wanyan Zongwang closed his eyes in pain. He had feelings for his nation and country. Even though he wanted to make a fight, he just wanted to gain some internal position.

Now everything is different.

At some point, he looked north and burst into tears.

The news of Jurchen seeking peace and Zhan Han's death in battle is still spreading. At the same time, in a town not far from Bianliang, someone heard this, drunk in a wine shop, and burst into tears in the puzzled and strange eyes around him. No one understands this sacred man who had been glorious, depraved, and cowardly.

His name is Huang Xin.

He was originally an officer of the court, but later he was forced to Liangshan by someone to become a bandit leader, and surrendered to the court again. He was appointed to guard Yanmen Pass with Qin Ming... Thinking of this, he suddenly burst into laughter with tears in his eyes, a little crazy. When the shopkeeper saw him, he asked his friend to blow him out.

Carrying the wine jar, I walked staggeringly on the simple street, and the wine spilled out.

The sky was dark and the hazy lanterns extended away. Two children waved sticks at the door of the family to chase. One seemed to be playing the Jurchens, and the other was a soldier from the Wu Dynasty, who was sweating all over. Their mother leaned at the door and smiled and chatted with the other woman.

"Aunt his aunt... Now that the war is over, your family should be back soon. Now that the family has support, you are not panic."

The woman smiled shyly, and looked at the figures of the two children even sweeter.

"Don't be too happy too early..."

Huang Xin walked over staggeringly and said something randomly. The woman who had comforted her before took out a broom from the house and chased her, shouting and cursing: "Where did the dilapidated house come from? Others' husbands fight on the battlefield to Weiguo, how can you, a drunk man who only knows how to talk nonsense, don't you go away."

The drunk man who had been hit a few times continued to walk without caring, standing on the bridge outside the town, looking at the dark river water below, with tears in his eyes.

It seemed as if Qin Ming's voice that night could be heard in his ears.

"Can't hold on..."

"I'll buy you time... and help me kill the golden dog in the future..."

The man suppressed his emotions and lay on the guardrail. The snowflakes in the sky floated in the river. He leaned forward and wanted to jump into the river, but he suddenly threw his arm out.

Plop!

The water splashed, and the wine jar swayed and sank into the water.

“Ahhh—”

He squatted down and leaned against the guardrail with his head in his arms, and cried loudly, crying very sadly. Soon after, he set out on the road alone and went to the north to fulfill his promise.

Bianliang, Baifu.

Stepping on the snow on the ground, the festive lanterns reflected two figures holding each other through the garden. Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, it was quiet. Occasionally, Bai Di's eldest daughter would come over with a rabbit lantern, and then look at the two of them and run out with a smile.

Behind him, a girl who was already fifteen or sixteen years old followed behind with grievance, looking at the woman's weak back, tears rolling in her eyes. Before, Xifu told her to talk quietly in the room.

"Mom didn't want to fall asleep... But when she thought, if... once she left, no one could let him calm down... Linglong didn't cry... Mom just had a sleep, maybe tomorrow, maybe she woke up the day after tomorrow. During the time when Mom was away, you should watch your father more, don't let him stay alone, you will have random thoughts..."

"If you can't persuade me, you can leave the capital. The outside world is also very big. You have grown up and it's time to go and see you everywhere. If you miss your mother one day, come back to see you. Also, don't learn from the father-in-law in the East Factory to do things like girls. Don't fight and kill. You like to use needles, and you can also save people..."

"... Let my mother watch for a while, let your father wait outside, no hurry, I really want to wait one day when you open your eyes, you have become a real big girl, wearing beautiful clothes... I think, at that time, my mother must be the happiest time... Be good... Be good, I must be fine, my mother will always wait for you at home and wait for you to come back."

...

Linglong walked behind, unable to suppress her emotions, and she covered her mouth and started sobbing quietly.

In the snowy sky, the bright fireworks were flashing. At some point, Bai Ning sat down with Xifu, and the two of them leaned against each other, and the light of different colors flashed across the bottom of their eyes.

This will be her last day.

"... The guild is always guarding you. When the flowers bloom, the lady will not be lonely. When you get up, my husband will let the whole city set off fireworks for you only."

Xifu didn't say anything, but just held the man's hand tightly, leaned against his chest, and watched the lights rise and disappear in the sky... Seeing this refreshing scenery, it continued over and over again.

The garden was quiet and they were all left, without saying anything, and they didn't need to speak.

Time passes slowly.

History will also turn a new chapter.

ps: third update.
Chapter completed!