Chapter 10 — Trung Trinh Guest

Liu Shao and Ha Gian Vuong led the wolf into the house, Luo Duong fell and was recovered. Just lose it and get it again. Take it and lose it again. In the end... there is still no way to avoid desolation. Southern families came one after another. But... there is always good news transmitted to Giang Nam. In the tea shop. Someone patted his thigh and exclaimed: "Trieu Ky Thanh is truly a rare talent!" "The An Dinh border gate was so dangerous, yet he still took it back from the hands of the Ho people and maintained it!" Guests in the restaurant were talking loudly. "The sixth lady of Giang Dong is an even more heroic middle-class woman!" "In the fall of that year, she personally led the army into battle." "A fire burned down Tay Nhung's big camp." "Just avenged her husband and also rescued her husband." So many Han people were forced into slavery." "Admirable!" "Admirable!" It's New Year's Eve. All over the streets and alleys, red lanterns hang. Each snowflake silently fell and landed on the crimson flower lanterns floating on the water. I squatted on the riverbank to pick up the flower lanterns whose names had been written by the maid and then dropped them into the water one by one. The first one is for my father. The second one is for the mother. The third one is for the singer. Then came... Nga Nhi, Dich Ba, Buffalo Dung Tu... The last one. For the innocent wandering souls. For all people who are suffering and struggling for life. Everyone stood quietly looking at the flower lanterns on the water surface like countless stars. Thousands of lights, thousands of shadows and the Milky Way shine, drifting towards the endless night. A piece of clothing suddenly fell next to me. Another flower lantern gently enters the water. I turned. Vien Tu Quan quietly withdrew his hand. On his face was a handprint that had not yet dissolved. During the day... I slapped her with my own hand. "She's dead." "Do you know?" Vien Tu Quan was silent. "When you knew she was sold... did you ever look for her?" Vien Tu Quan's fingertips trembled violently. He struggled to turn away. I shook my head in disappointment. Then got up and left. Behind. Vien Tu Quan called out in panic: "It's because..." "In my heart from beginning to end..." "There's only you!" How ridiculous. I never stopped walking. Catch the wind. Sigh softly. "Before I died..." "She once destroyed your flesh and bones..." Behind him, the wind suddenly picked up. Vien Tu Quan remained silent. Stand still for a long time. The Vien family has also fallen into decline. I heard it was on the way to the South. The Vien family's group met the Tien Ti Doan army. The patriarch of the Vien family himself boarded the enemy's ship. Planning to use support for the leader of the Doan Ministry to declare himself emperor in exchange for a way to survive. Unexpectedly, that leader basically despised the puppet military men who sold their country. He almost killed the entire Vien family. Vien Tu Quan was lucky to keep his life but lost an arm. Escape in misery. From then on... he could never write Kim Thac Dao's pen strokes that people once revered as his core character. The rest of your life. We won't see him again. … After the flock of Northern swallows passed back and forth to Giang Nam for a few more autumns. The pages on my desk are also getting thicker and thicker. I know that I don't have any skills, I can only read a few history books and write a few lines of words. If you have ever experienced turmoil. Witnessed firsthand the suffering of Le people. At least... we should leave a few lines for ordinary people... to reclaim those who are only mentioned in history books with a few pen strokes. The Co family is famous for many literary generations. Every generation has great grapes. My grandfather did not look down on me because I am a woman. On the contrary, he wholeheartedly supported and stood up to shield all external detractors. "Once upon a time, there was Ban Chieu who wrote history." "Now my mother joined the army." "Before, your uncle always said that you were infatuated with gold and stone, calligraphy and painting." "I was worried that you were reading books to the point of being old-fashioned." "Now that I see you know, it's because of the hundreds."

People's nature... because of the weak women, I let out a sigh." "It was not in vain that the Co family gave me a lifetime of education." Looking at the trusting eyes of my grandfather. My eyes lit up and nodded strongly. From then on. Every day I buried my head in a pile of books and ink. So many times the skirt of my dress caught the coal pot... but still didn't know it. The maid pushed the door and entered at first, full of joy. But as soon as she saw me, she immediately changed. sharp. "The dress!" "The dress is on fire!" "Oh, my lady!" "Why is it on fire again?" She hurriedly ran to put out the fire. Coal dust was flying. I didn't pay much attention. I just bowed my head and asked her what was wrong. "General Zhao and our wife... have taken back Quan Trung!" "All over Giang Nam is in an uproar! The royal court is also discussing moving the capital back to Luoyang!" The maid smiled and helped me stand up. "The old man heard the good news so much that he even put his shoes on backwards." "Young lady, hurry up and get ready." "The lieutenant ordered to bring the lady's letter waiting in the main hall!" For six years. Finally... waiting for this day. I jumped up. I didn't even have time to put down my pen. Regardless of the maid's calling after me. "At least wash your face." "There's also a very important guest today!" I grabbed the pen, my face smeared with ink stains. Running along the snow-covered hallway after a clear storm. Two lives. Overlapping years. Many ups and downs. I panted, arriving in front of the main hall. Seeing a back... the other guest slowly turned his head. His eyes were clear, his shoulders were covered with frost, his body was thin. The corners of his beautiful lips, which rarely smiled, softly smiled. With a graceful and handsome demeanor, he still carried an old scented bag and an old sword. He said... he came to fulfill an engagement... that had been promised for a long time.