Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Before the age of six, Li Zhongqian had almost no troubles.

He was the most beloved son of General Wei Jun Li De and Xie Manyuan's daughter Xie Manyuan. He was the nephew who was personally raised by the world-renowned immeasurable son.

The world is in chaos, whether in the north or the south, wars are raging, the people do not live, and there are often rebellious forces outside Jingnan City, but the sorrows in those troubled times are far away from him.

He grew up in Jinxiuhe.

The wall of several feet high outside Jingnan city kept all the pain outside. He grew up carefree. Although Xie Wuliang taught him how difficult the people’s livelihood was, he often took him out of the city to help the people and let him understand the troubled times. His life is like a must, and he also knows that people are like ants in troubled times, but he hasn't really suffered anything in the end.

His father is one of the overlords in the world. His uncle has a wealth of money and can always raise food and grass when Wei Jun is in a hurry. He is exceptionally talented and powerful. He can write poetry at the age of five, and he can also use a golden hammer to make fun of his cousins. Kneeling down and begging for mercy.

The tribe said that his father would definitely choose him to be his son.

This is almost a certainty.

His eldest brother, Li Xuanzhen, was unremarkable. Li Xuanzhen’s mother, the Tang clan, had a humble background and an odd temperament. He had a fight with Li De every three weeks. Whether he followed Li De’s uprising, the Wei Jun family or later defected to Li De’s family. Treat Xie Manyuan as the mistress.

Only Xie Wuliang didn't think so. He reminded Li Zhongqian: "Dalang is your elder brother and Tang is your eldest mother. Don't be disrespectful to them."

He also warned Xie Manxuan: "Don't treat her too slowly because of her low birth. She is the general's wife. The general is calm and calm, and his brother was killed. He can also wait for an opportunity to retaliate after two years and learn of the death of his wife. , Even ignoring his subordinates to block impulsive use of troops, shows his love for his wife's eldest son. You respect the Tang family and love Da Lang, the general will see it, you wait for them, the general will not say anything, you must remember to be clear in your heart. "

Xie Manyuan is not a jealous person, so naturally he will not embarrass the Tang family. However, as Li Xuanzhen and Li Zhongqian grew up day by day, and as the forces of the Wei army grew, more and more people believed that Li De would be the last winner in the Central Plains, and that the first son of the Li family would be the future prince. He quickly made a choice to support Li Xuanzhen and Li Zhongqian respectively. The two hidden forces were at war. Li De's backyard was also unrest. Frequent frictions began between the Tang family and Xie Manyuan.

The Li family’s cousins ​​support Li Zhongqian, and the family that has made friends with the Xie family can’t wait to propose marriage.

Li De often praised Li Zhongqian in public, saying that he not only has the style of thanking the family, but also inherited the talent of the Li family for martial arts. He is a Qiliner.

In Zhengdan of that year, the Li family of Wei County worshipped the ancestors. Li Della took Li Zhongqian's hand on the altar and pointed to the thousands of horses standing outside the city. With merit, you can keep the old hill. Erlang, when you grow up, you must be diligent and hardworking.

He gave Li Zhongqian a short knife that he had used in the past.

At that moment, Li Zhongqian seemed to hear the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat, excited, nervous, and anxious. He took the short knife and held his head high, "My boy will not disappoint Aye!"

Li De smiled slightly and touched the top of his head.

Below the altar, the bells and drums rang, and the sound shook the sky.

At that time, Li Xuanzhen was standing in an inconspicuous corner, her face blurred.

Everyone said to Li Zhongqian: Erlang, the seat of the son must be yours.

For a long time, Li Zhongqian was a little airy.

His father ordered the world and led the heroes to quell the troubled times, and his uncle will help him out of the chaos. When he grows up, he will be like his father, uncle, and Xie family ancestors. The father was disappointed.

Not long after the sacrifice to the ancestors, the Tang family set himself on fire and died.

Li De turned his head overnight.

He hurried back to Li's house with a face full of frost and blood, and he drew his sword to cut his gratitude: "Jealous woman! You killed her! You forced her to death! Am I not good enough for Erlang? Why are you still killing her? she?!"

Xie Manyuan had never suffered such fright and humiliation since she was a child. Her husband, who slept in the same bed and treated her like a jewel, changed himself overnight and gritted his teeth to kill her.

She stared at Li De blankly, forgetting to dodge.

As the soldiers tried desperately to stop him, Li Zhongqian also stepped forward to persuade Li De, but was pushed aside.

The cold sharp blade was less than a finger's distance from the tip of his nose.

Li Zhongqian would never forget Li De's eyes with a sword pointed at him.

Indifference, disgust, without a trace of warmth.

Sure enough.

The father had never liked him before, and his love for him was pretended. The only son he really liked was Li Xuanzhen.

In fact, Li Zhongqian had already noticed it.

His father always drew him to praise him in front of his subordinates at banquets, and said something that he had high hopes for. His father didn't seem to care about Li Xuanzhen at all, but it was the first time that Li Xuanzhen was ill when he was omnipotent. Panic and anxiety were seen on his father's face.

That night, Li De guarded Li Xuanzhen for a day and night, and even went to the temple to set up prayer flags for Li Xuanzhen.

Li Zhongqian finally understood why worry passed in his uncle's eyes when his father praised him in public.

Father loves him so much because he is afraid that Xie's family will poison Tang's family.

Everything he got from his father is fake.

How ridiculous.

He actually sympathized with the eldest brother Li Xuanzhen who was ignored by everyone... As everyone knows, he is the saddest person.

Tang Ying was dead, Li De tore off his disguise, named Li Xuanzhen as his son, and took Li Xuanzhen to take care of him personally.

Xie Man was willing to wash her face with tears. Fortunately, the news that she had been pregnant for several months soon came out. Li De's anger calmed down and apologized to her, saying that the day he just came back was impulsive.

She couldn't believe his words anymore, and Xie Wuliang cried out: "Brother, in the future, Alang will become the emperor and Dalang will be the crown prince. What should Erlang do? Will they let Erlang go?"

Xie Wuliang sighed, "It's too late."

"The Tang family died, and the general raised a sword to kill people like crazy. As a son of man, Da Lang was young. He witnessed the tragic death of his biological mother, but he was able to calmly deal with the funeral of the Tang family, detain all his servants, and collect your usual disputes with the Tang family. Investigate the Xie’s family. While doing these things, he respected you as a mother nonchalantly. When he saw me, his attitude was respectful, as before, even more respectful than before... This son should not be underestimated."

Li Xuanzhen, who was enrolled as the eldest son, behaved decently and spoke generously, and everyone was surprised and surprised. In the subsequent martial arts competition, he shot and killed a black bear with his own power, shocking all of them.

Li De no longer concealed his preference for Li Xuanzhen, and his secretive family began to publicly support Li Xuanzhen. He has already defeated half of the country and will no longer be easily restrained.

Everyone realized that Li Xuanzhen was not unremarkable, but had been keeping a low profile.

Li Zhongqian's childhood ended at the age of six.

Almost overnight, he found that everything had changed.

In the past, Pidian Pidian followed his cousin and became Li Xuanzhen's follower. The rich family who had been vying to accept him as the son-in-law of the East bed turned their attention to Li Xuanzhen, and even the acquaintances who depended on the Xie family turned to Li Xuanzhen.

Human feelings are warm and cold, and the world is cold.

Xie Wuliang took Li Zhongqian to the battlefield, told him to put down his books and follow the family general to learn to line up and fight.

"Erlang, don't be afraid, no matter what happens, come to uncle and uncle will protect you."

Li Zhongqian held his uncle's hand tightly.

He is a child who is not loved by his father.

It doesn't matter, uncle loves him.

The uncle is frail and sickly. Uncle is a son of a family, but he is ridiculed secretly, but as long as the uncle is there, he and A-niang can rely on him.

Three years later, the sound of Nanchu attacked the east and trapped Wei Jun by the Yangtze River. The seriously ill Xie Wuliang put on his battle armor and defended Jingnan, dragging down Nanchu's forces and falling into a situation of isolation and helplessness. After struggling for a few days, he asked his subordinates to cut off his head to calm Nan Chu's anger and begged Nan Chu not to massacre the city.

None of Xie’s males escaped from Jingnan.

The Xie family members also died tragically.

They had a chance to escape the city in the chaos, and they were recognized by the people.

The butler was terrified and fell to his knees.

The women burst into tears and prayed silently to the people.

In the silence, a sharp voice sounded from the crowd: "They are thanking the family!"

The housekeeper collapsed to the ground.

A simple sentence decided the fate of the daughter of the Xie family.

A few days later, Li De defeated the Chu army, led his troops back to Jingnan, and recovered Xie Wuliang's head.

On the day the coffin was sent out of the city, people all over the city rushed to cry for delivery. The long street was ten miles away, everything was plain.

Nine-year-old Li Zhongqian held the tablet of his uncle and scanned it coldly.

Among these crying people, who is really sad for their uncle? Who is stopping the family members of the Xie family and wanting to use them to please the people of Nanchu?

Uncle is so stupid.

A life of sincerity, painstaking effort, generosity and justice, only a few tears in exchange.

does it worth?

If Xie Wuliang is still alive, he will definitely answer that it is worthwhile. He said that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, how difficult the people's livelihood is, and how chaotic the world is, how can the Xie family take care of himself?

That day, Li Zhongqian did not shed a tear.

My uncle regards the world as his own responsibility, but the world is full of heart and soul.

Uncle is dead.

Li Zhongqian's ambitions, beliefs, and everything he believed in since childhood, also died with his uncle.

He became a walking dead.

What is the joy of life, what is the fear of death.

People shook their heads and sighed, persuading him to sorrow and change, and then began to draw a clear line between Xie Wuliang and Xie Manyuan overtly and secretly-Xie Wuliang died, he and Xie Manyuan lost their backers, and the son gradually revealed the appearance of the emperor. They must make the right choice for the family. Can no longer interact closely with him, lest he be regarded as his supporter.

Everyone sees his eyes with sympathy and compassion, and they helplessly hint that they are also compelled to do so.

The destruction of the Xie family happened to be a symbol of Li Xuanzhen's stability.

Li Zhongqian sneered coldly.

He returned to Li's house, walked to Xie Manyuan, and knelt down.

"Aniang, uncle is gone."

Xie Manyuan looked at him with a dull expression, "Who are you? Where's my brother?"

She asked Li Zhongqian over and over again: "Where did my brother go? Did he go to do business with Nanchu people again?"

Li Zhongqian climbed up to Xie Manyuan, grabbed her sleeves, and pushed her hard, trying to shake her up: "He's dead! A-niang, uncle is dead! You wake up! Uncle will never come back again! You and me are left, and we are the only ones left!"

No one sheltered their mother and son from the wind and rain, and no one told him when he was hesitating that everything had an uncle.

Uncle is dead!

She is his mother, and he has only her now.

Xie Manyuan laughed, and pushed Li Zhongqian away: "How could my brother die? My brother is still alive, and my brother wants me to wait for him at home. There are wars everywhere. All the tenants at home are gone, and he is going to raise money. ..."

She stood by the door, looking at the promenade.

"My brother will be back tomorrow."

The servant standing in the room wailed loudly: "Erlang, your mother can't stand the stimulation, don't scare her."

Xie Manyuan was sometimes sober and sometimes confused, living in the memories of the past. The doctor said that if she was forcibly awakened, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Jiro, be considerate of your mother..."

Li Zhongqian lay on the cold floor tiles, closed his eyes in despair, got up, and walked out without looking back.

He sat in the mourning hall, guarding the spirit of Xie Wuliang, neither eating nor drinking, and staying awake.

Chang Shi knelt before him, crying and begging him to eat something and drink some water.

He doesn't move.

What's the point of being alive? Sooner or later, he will die at the hands of Li De or Li Xuanzhen.

The cold wind slapped the prayer flags, and the coolness was deep into the bones. Li Zhongqian stared at Xie Wuliang's tablet, not feeling cold or hungry, his body had already lost all consciousness.

There was a rustling sound from the corner, a cloud of shadows wriggling.

Li Zhongqian remained motionless.

Shadow continued to move groaning, stopping for a while when he was approaching him, and after a few exhausted gasps, he approached him a little bit.

He seemed to recognize the petite figure, and it didn't seem to be, there was no wave in his heart, his mind was empty, full of wind.

The little guy used his hands and feet together, and finally climbed up to him, let out a long sigh of relief and clicked, patted his lap with his little hand, pulling up his sleeve.

"Brother..."

She looked at him with her face up, round face and plump cheeks, her eyes were black and shiny, and she showed a sense of dexterity.

Li Zhongqian ignored her and did not help her.

She stared at him for a while, grabbed his sleeves, and got up.

The small ball leaned against Li Zhongqian, soft and warm.

Warmth passed through his clothes, warming his stiff arm little by little.

Li Zhongqian remembered that this was his younger sister. She was weak at birth and could not walk until she was three years old. She was all carried by nurses and maids.

He wandered out of the sky, in a trance.

The jaw suddenly became hot.

He frowned slightly and looked down.

The little guy leaned on him, raised his head, staring at him scorchingly, and slowly took out a warm cake from his arms and handed it to his lips.

"Brother, eat."

Li Zhongqian looked at the bread in her hand.

Her clear eyes reflected his pale face, and she cautiously said: "Brother, don't be hungry."

Li Zhongqian looked at her and the cake in her hand, closed his eyes for a moment, lowered his head, and bit the cake fiercely.

All the senses returned to the body, and the stomach cramped and cramped.

He gobbled it up.

Something hot and moist slipped from the corner of my eyes, and got into the teeth with the biscuits. It was salty and astringent, and my throat was fierce and painful.

"Brother, I still have it here."

Seeing that he was finally willing to eat, she curled her eyebrows and took out a piece of Daigoi.

Li Zhongqian didn't say a word, but swallowed all of them.

He also has a sister.

The mother was delirious, and the younger sister was so young. He was a man. He had to take good care of his younger sister and protect her so that he could not fall down.

After Li Zhongqian had eaten, he carried Yaoying on his back and strode out of the mourning hall without looking back.

He respects and loves his uncle.

But he is destined not to be someone like his uncle.

What's the matter with him?

He only cares about his family.

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The verses in this chapter are quoted from the "Poems of the Post-Five Ceremonies".