freenovelworld Chapter 171 Extra 1
Chapter 171 Extra 1
(Which one do you prefer if you write a sequel from a different perspective?)
Zhan Nanchu coaxed the crying second baby, and then he gently rocked the first baby in the cradle to coax him to sleep. When they were all quiet, he kept writing today's notes.
The notebook on the table is as thick as a book. One can tell from looking at it that it has been recording for quite a long time.
The book is yellowed, and each page records all his past events:
In the seventeenth year of Genghong, the first battle in the northwest was a great victory. My father stuck his heavy sword into the land where the soldiers shed their blood.
That was the first time I saw my father cry in front of so many people. My mother also cried inconsolably while hugging me.
The sacrifice of tens of thousands of people finally brought a brief peace. I couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in my chest.
In the winter of the eighteenth year of Genghong, my father touched my head and whispered to me that I would be the next him in the future.
Because I was very good at spear dancing, I could compete with my father's young generals in the army. At that time, I was full of expectations for the future.
At the beginning of the 19th year of Genghong, my father once again expanded the territory and finally drove the Turks back to the other side of the mountain.
The military camp reveled all night, and my father got drunk. He smiled and stuffed a small jade pendant into my hand, saying that he had found a marriage partner for me.
I didn't understand what it meant, but I just felt that nothing was more important than the fact that I lost two teeth.
In the winter of the nineteenth year of Genghong, my father happily showed off the memorial sent from the capital to my mother, and his words were full of respect for the person on the throne.
My mother was feeling uneasy, but my father held her and comforted her for a long time. I felt sick of watching him, so I ran to the snow to practice with my gun.
In the 20th year of Genghong, our army won a great victory. My father received a report on his work in Beijing. He jokingly said that he would let me guard this frontier alone, and he would take my mother back to enjoy his old age.
I was really angry for a long time at that time, but later I thought about it and regretted that I couldn't stop him.
In the winter of the twenty-first year of Genghong, the winter was exceptionally cold, with heavy snow falling for two months in a row. The entire military camp was on high alert for this natural disaster. The only way for the Turks to survive was war.
As expected, a large number of people poured down the mountain. I was killing them with my eyes wide open. Suddenly, I heard someone shouting my father's name.
My scream failed to save my father from falling, and it even caused the enemy leader to discover me.
When I came to my senses, I saw my mother kneeling on the ground in front of me, blood splashing into my eyes. At that moment, I felt as if the sky was falling apart and the earth was splitting apart.
Overnight, I had nothing, nothing left but hatred.
In the blink of an eye, I was twelve years old. I looked at this peaceful border and sneered.
The deceased was posthumously conferred an official title, but his most trusted brother refused to find out the real cause of his death until his death.
Ridiculous, pathetic, father, are you hateful?
In the spring of the thirty-first year of Geng Hong's reign, I deliberately drank the poisoned wine he handed me. I thought to myself, it's almost time. All these years of sleeping on straw and enduring humiliation will soon bear fruit.
Sure enough, after drinking the poisoned wine, he no longer guarded against me. In just two years, I used the names of people he trusted to clean up the court and undermine his power.
When the great revenge was achieved, I still remember him asking angrily why.
I also want to ask, why does he believe in him so much?
In the first year of Longning, the young emperor came to power. I felt that life was boring after my great revenge. There was nothing in this world worth my attachment. But I didn't want my father's hard work to go to waste. I had a responsibility on my shoulders but I had nothing to live for.
Ben wanted to settle an old relationship, but he didn't expect his peaceful life to be broken.
When he first saw her, she was dirty, small, and pitiful. This was all his impression of her. But when she held the same jade pendant in her hand, I felt pity for her.
The helplessness and resentment in her eyes made me feel like I was looking in a mirror. I didn’t know what I was thinking at the time.
Maybe he felt that he shouldn't let this stubborn little thing disappear from the world, or maybe deep down he actually wanted someone to truly belong to him.
So I took her hand, solved her problem and brought her back home.
When I learned that she was covered in wounds but still insisted on following me for a long time, an inexplicable emotion arose in my heart and made me feel very upset. At that time, I didn't know that kind of feeling was called heartache.
So I insisted on her to be bold, took her to the street, bought her the things she liked, and ate the dishes she liked.
It was just that her boldness seemed to be used on me. Although I said it tough, I was happy in my heart. I raised her little by little and taught her to be a good person. It was quite an achievement.
She had a fight with someone else, and she was angry with me. She cleverly helped me resolve the troubles she had caused, and her understanding made me feel anxious.
I couldn't help but vent my frustration, but the little girl started to get mad at me, too.
I couldn't understand why the good kid at first turned into such an annoying person, and I childishly got angry with her.
I punished all those who bullied her. I don't know if I was venting my frustration or because I felt sorry for her understanding.
She was as stubborn as I was, and even refused to tell anyone when she fainted during a thunderstorm. Looking at her unconscious face that could not be woken up, I was surprised to find that I was afraid that she would not wake up.
At that time I hadn't realized that I was treating her differently.
I felt bad but I didn't know how to comfort people, until she kicked me out of the room, Qin Sheng laughed and said I was stupid, at that moment I was unwilling to admit that I was wrong,
But when I thought about the possibility of being estranged from her, I couldn't help feeling upset.
I followed Qin Sheng's advice and did what he said. As expected, she finally stopped being angry. I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, not realizing that she was becoming more and more important to me.
As she grew up, I would lie on her bedside from time to time to see if she had changed recently.
Her skin became whiter, her forehead, eyelashes, nose and mouth, her body rose and fell with every breath, and she became more and more the beautiful person she had hoped for.
I raised her as if she were the life I wanted to live but could not live. I wiped her face, helped her put on clothes, combed her hair, and took her to practice martial arts. Without my realizing it, we became more and more dependent on each other.
She was really good at martial arts. She could even remember everything I taught her after just one try. I saw myself in her again and again. At that time, I was still thinking that since I raised her so well, she would definitely be happier than me in the future.
We went to Qingzhou together and solved the flood together. She told me about the shining points of the little emperor. I was very depressed. I didn't know it at that time, but I had already started to feel jealous.
Qin Sheng said that I was raising a child bride. How could that be possible? I am not an animal that gets horny easily. How could I have dirty thoughts about a child of twelve or thirteen?
Apparently, I was slapped in the face again. We lived together, ate together, and ate together in the middle of the night.
I feel more and more that she is lovely, strong, cheerful, kind, and intelligent.
I can even say that all the beautiful words in the world are not too much to describe her.
I couldn't help licking her fingers, thinking that I must be crazy, so I forced myself to leave her side under the pretext of cleaning the iron ore.
Maybe it was to see his own heart clearly, or maybe he wanted to prepare himself for the fact that even if he had to travel thousands of miles, he still couldn't let her go.