Chapter 1 Merits and Flaw

The sunset leaves an endless sunset in the sky. Under the sunset and sunset, the wind blows through the mountains enjoying the sunset. The petals and new leaves that have already landed can't stand the loneliness and rise with the wind. After performing the lingering and accompanying dance again, they are relieved to draw a beautiful trajectory and sleep on the ground again.

The breeze on the mountain may blow away the indifference and soft light, but it doesn't seem to blow away the sadness of the next person and the hesitation of another person.

In the sunset, two elongated figures were reflected. The slightly older man is named Tang Haotian. He is dressed in Confucian clothes and elegant. Because of his deep cultivation of Xuangong, he is not old at the age of 40, and his handsome face or a trace of smile exudes a warm and close atmosphere. But at this time, he was full of sadness and stared silently at a tomb on the top of the mountain.

This tomb is very simple and has no gorgeous exterior decoration. The only thing that can prove that this is a tomb rather than a mound is a tombstone standing in front of the grave. It is written: The tomb of Lieyun in Tangfu is not filial. Perhaps because of the too long age, the last word "li" on the tombstone has been eroded by wind and frost, and now the lower part is faintly difficult to distinguish. There is a long sword in front of the tombstone, which is three feet long and rusty.

The one who also stared at the tombstone was a teenager next to Tang Haotian, who was seven points similar to him, compared with Tang Haotian. The teenager is less chic and more elegant, just like a warm jade, restrained but steady. Although he is young, his handsome face has shown infinite vitality. Facing the tombstone, the teenager's face was the same sadness, because the person on the tombstone was his grandfather, but when he looked back at Tang Haotian, his eyes still flashed with a trace of puzzlement.

At this time, Tang Haotian was silent to the tombstone for a long time. The teenager knew that his father was thinking about the past at this time, which was inconvenient to disturb him. Suddenly, Tang Haotian's eyes changed, his expression was bleak, and a legacy independent temperament slowly emerged from his bones. The teenager frowned slightly, and the breath of independence made his back feel too heavy, which made him a little breathless. At this time, he seems to feel that the person in front of him is too strange, as if he is not his father. He has never seen through his father and can't see through it. Tang Haotian sighed slowly and said slowly to the tombstone, "Dad, I think it's right or wrong for us to defeat Dali, Pingbei Han, retreat to Tibet, break Daliao and destroy the white tiger..."

The teenager was puzzled. He looked at Tang Haotian's expression slightly. Finally, he couldn't help asking, "Dad, you, uncle and grandpa and others forced the foreign enemy to retreat in exchange for peace for the Song Dynasty. It is a model of our generation. How can it be said to be wrong? Naturally, it's right."

Tang Haotian turned around and smiled and looked at the teenager dotingly. The depression and loneliness just now disappeared in an instant. His eyes were full of tenderness, as if loneliness had never appeared on him. He said, "Yan'er, you're right. We have forced the foreign enemy back, but this has to pay a price. The 3,000 Yan children we brought out were all killed and killed. Although your grandfather often said that 3,000 soldiers broke through the sky and shed blood in the sky, every time he recalled the bloody battle in Liaoning, he remembered that when my son of the rosefinch died in the battlefield, he still had astalgia for his eyes, but he could no longer see his hometown. At that time, he still had mixed feelings and burst into tears. After a pause, he sighed, "Just because the White Tiger people are unwilling to participate in the war and want to go north to avoid chaos, Song Taizu felt that they wanted to help Liao attack Song and let the four ethnic groups rise and destroy them. The five good ethnic groups have now become four ethnic groups. It was because I couldn't let go of the battle that was almost slaughter that I sealed my sword.

Another cool breeze hit them lazily. The teenager looked at his father quietly, but felt a deep sense of melancholy and vicissitudes on his father. He couldn't help but be infected by him and said, "But these are over after all. Isn't Song still calm now?"

Tang Haotian came over and patted Tang Longyan's head gently and said, "Indeed, now the four ethnic groups are guarding the border. The Xuanwu family guarded Liangzhou, the Qinglong family guarded Jingzhao, the Qilin family guarded Jianzhou, and my Zhuque family guarded Daizhou. It seems that the world is peaceful, but the world is finally in chaos. Today is calm, but I don't know if it is the prelude to tomorrow's battle. If the surface of the lake looks as calm as a mirror, the bottom of the lake is still rough. Peace and prosperity of the country, what a peace and prosperity of the country. Seeing that Tang Longyan seemed to understand, Tang Haotian smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand now. In the future, you will understand what world is impermanence and what the world is in security."

The teenager spit out his tongue and wanted to wait for it, but he heard a silver bell-like sound at the foot of the mountain, lingering in his ears: "I said it's time for you two to go down the mountain. The dishes are almost cold." The voice was soft and indescribably pleasant. Tang Haotian smiled and said, "Yu Ning, we're coming." After saying that, he took Tang Longyan's hand and floated down the mountain.

As soon as I got to the mountainside, I saw a woman coming softly. However, I saw a beautiful and small melon seed face, beautiful and beautiful eyes, looking forward to life, long nose and cherry lips, and a light smile. If it hadn't been for the waterfall green silk tied with a hair bun, others would have said that she was a beautiful woman who was 18 years old and waiting for the word girl. At present, the breeze is light and the sunset glow is slightly shining, which is even more delicate and charming. There is a soft holiness, which makes people dare to look at it. It is embarrassing, but it can have a sense of intimacy. When the teenager saw her coming, he stepped forward and nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Mom, today is my birthday. What good food have you prepared?" The sadness in my eyes has been changed to a naughty color.

Yu Ning smiled at the child in front of her, stretched out the delicateness and gave the teenager a shudder, and said with a smile, "At this age, you can only be coquettish. I will punish you well later. Naturally, there will be no less. You go down the mountain first. I have something to discuss with your father.

The softness seemed slender and tender, but as soon as the teenager saw her take action, he knew that it was difficult to escape. Seeing this, he immediately took the opportunity to flash back. Although this move was fast, it still did not escape the control of Yu Ning, but when he saw that his body was still in the air, his head was already on. On the one hand, he muttered, "It's still hard to escape your mother's palm" and slowly retreated away from his parents. He knew that his parents had something to discuss. Since it was inconvenient for him to disturb him, he would go down the mountain first.

At this time, the couple stared at the fading back of the teenager. At the same time, there was infinite love and pity in their eyes. Slowly, they saw that Qin Yuning's face was solemn. The tenderness when they just laughed was replaced by the worry of frowning. They only heard her whisper, "Sanlang, every time I go to Yan'er's hanging day, I will panic. It's not today, 18 years, 18 years have finally arrived..." When I thought of this, my heart was full of mixed feelings, and my body was trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Tang Haotian took Yu Ning's waist in one hand, held her in his arms, let her head rest on his shoulder, patted her back with one hand, and comforted her, "It doesn't matter, I have everything." But he also sighed in his heart: "Oh, 18 years is really a flash."

At this time, Yu Ning was held in Tang Haotian's powerful arms, leaning on his solid shoulder, recalling the past, but she felt that the difficulties would eventually pass, and the current hanging heart was finally relieved. So he raised his head and smiled at Tang Haotian and walked down the mountain hand in hand.