Mountains and rivers are waiting for you to return

Chapter 115: Ju Yan Extra - Sadness of Separation
"Where's Nell?"

What kind of struggling and painful three words are those?
My grandfather finally cured his muteness. His throat seemed to be filled with iron sand and he couldn't shout very loudly, but he seemed to have exhausted all his strength to utter these three words.

Just like a child who is just beginning to learn a language, he tries hard to pronounce his favorite name.

But that person could no longer hear.

The poison had not yet completely dissipated from his body. He had no strength left, but still stumbled out of bed and tried to rush out the door, as if he was determined to find his wife at all costs.

Until one of his subordinates knelt down and cried, "The deceased is gone, please accept my condolences, my lord!"

For his health, everyone stopped him, risking being killed by the pressure.

He just knelt on the ground, crying hoarsely until he vomited blood again.

Before the master woke up, many people thought that the death of his wife would only make him depressed for a while. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, the master and his wife were arranged to marry by the late emperor, and he had always been cold towards his wife. This was just a marriage in name only.

It was not until they saw that Ye was almost collapsed that everyone realized they were wrong.
The master just never reveals his emotions. Because of his muteness, he has had to live under the eyes of others since he was a child. Later, as he was involved in politics for many years, he became accustomed to hiding all his emotions and would not show his joy on his face. At the same time, because he had never cared about his wife's feelings before and did not know how to express them, he restrained all his emotions.

In any case, the master must not have expected that when people underestimated the importance of the lady in his heart, some things would become uncontrollable.

The master ordered the execution of Ji Wei's nine clans, Jiang Wentao and the three clans of his supporters. During those two months, the Meridian Gate of Chaoyang City was like hell, with a pungent smell that spread three streets away, and the scarlet blood never dried up.

People all said that Marquis Duan Ding was crazy.

Ju Yan thought so too.

During those days, the master could not sleep all night long, and had difficulty swallowing food. He did not ask about official business, did not touch books or writing, did nothing, not even communicated with others. He just stayed in his and his wife's bedroom, and locked himself up.

In just one month, he became so skinny that he was almost unrecognizable, and he was only hanging on to his life thanks to his Huo Jiang Yin Gong.

Ju Yan remembered that the reason why the master could hold on was because of people's persuasion. "The third prince Xiao Mingyi is still young and immature. How can he protect the country alone after he ascends the throne? Master, even for the sake of the third prince and the well-being of the world, you must take care of your health! If the lady were alive, she would definitely advise you like this. She is a descendant of the eternally loyal Pei family. How could she be willing to see the world in turmoil and the people suffering?"

The Third Prince does not have a strong foundation. If he loses the protection of his uncle after becoming emperor, people who covet the throne will rise up and the world will be in chaos.

So with this reason, I managed to hold on.

Grandpa forced himself to eat, but halfway through the meal, he would look at the table full of dishes and the empty seat next to him, put down his chopsticks, close his eyes, and cover his face with tears.

After the Battle of Yagu, Han Ruize took away the bodies of nearly half of Pei's army and his wife, Lin Hua retired and disappeared, and the other half of Pei's army, led by General Zhou Weiguo, returned triumphantly with full of honors.

The only person I care about is my wife.

But what General Zhou Weiguo brought back was only his wife's spear.

The master didn't even get to see his wife's body.

He once saw the master holding the lady's spear, kneeling casually on the ground, crying.

Because of his wife, he saw the humane side of Marquis Duan Ding, and it was also because of his wife that he saw the fragile and vulnerable side of Marquis Duan Ding.

People all praise Mr. and Mrs. Yang for their achievements, but who cares about how much they have contributed to the common people?

In wars and troubled times, people seem to have become accustomed to the separation of love.

But who has ever really felt sorry for this lonely person, leaving only the sadness in the world.

Nine years ago, on their way to Huayun Village, he also accompanied his grandfather to the site of the Battle of Yagu.

The blazing sun overhead painted the sandy rock walls red and yellow.

Passing through the towering stone formations that were so high that they covered the sky, under the guidance of the former soldiers of the Pei family army, they saw the huge pile of stones that the soldiers had built for their lady after she died in the battle, one stone at a time.

The lady's body had already been moved by Han Ruize and others.

Only the pile of stones remained in place, and the blood stains on them were washed away by rain and sand over the past year, leaving no trace. "It was there that General Pei used his abdominal flesh to block the Xihan Knife, pierced Tuoba Huo's throat with the Zhubei Spear, and led us to victory."

Former soldiers of Pei's army recalled their experiences a year ago and told them about it.

The master dismounted and walked over slowly. Everyone stood behind him. No one could observe his expression from the front, and no one dared to peek.

The grandfather walked away very slowly, step by step. He could imagine how heartbroken the grandfather was.

The grandfather knelt down in the center of the pile of stones and crawled down.

He even saw that his grandfather's shoulders were shaking slightly until his face gently rested on the cold stone.

It was as if I had traveled through a year, crossed the boundary of death, and touched the cheek of my lover.

Cherish and be pious.

Although Ju Yan couldn't see the grandfather's face, just by looking at his back, he knew that he was crying in extreme pain.

After they found Huayun Village, Han Ruize said that his wife was buried in an unnamed green mountain.

Everyone knew that Han Ruize was hiding something, but the master was unwilling to force him to do so at the cost of the safety of the villagers and the former soldiers of the Pei family army, so he withdrew his troops.

On the way out, every time the team set up camp to rest, I would climb to the highest nearby mountain, sit there quietly for a long time, looking out at the mountains in the distance, facing the direction of the road from Stonehenge to Huayun Village, doing nothing but staring blankly.

He was looking at his lover lying among the vast mountains and rivers, and looking for the last trace of her left in the world.

He had the whole country in his hands, but he didn't even know where his wife's small coffin was.

There are many helpless things in this world, but the most helpless thing is separation between life and death.

Tianyao's territory is vast and boundless, how can it compare to the undying love of the one who left?
Even so, people say the sea is as deep as my love for you.

There is still an end to the sea water, and there is no limit to the longing for love.

The years pass by day by day.

He often wondered, what kind of emotion could create such a deep obsession?
Let me think about it all the time, and it will not be diminished in the slightest year after year.

I seldom revealed my inner thoughts to him, but there was only one time when I revealed to him my memories of my wife.

He finally understood how deep this love was and how it would never fade away.

That day, he went to Duke Duan Ding's mansion to report something, but was taken to the back garden by the housekeeper.

The old man sat on a rock by the lake, his back straight, moving only his arms, skipping a flat stone in his hand towards the water.

Although it was clearly a playful activity, he did not look like he was just having fun. Instead, he looked extremely serious.

It's like doing something sacred and inviolable.

Hearing him coming, the master recognized his identity from the sound of his footsteps and glanced at the rocks beside him. "Sit down."

The grandfather's hands did not stop moving. The stones kept jumping, and the water waves swayed and rose and fell, echoing in circles.

He looked at his grandfather's strange behavior but didn't dare to ask.

Unexpectedly, Grandpa took the initiative to explain. He slowly began, "I didn't know how to play water skipping before. She taught me. She also asked me with a smile if the past 18 years were boring and without entertainment."

My grandfather's voice was steady, but everyone who heard it could not help but feel sad.

"I didn't answer her at that time, but what she said was right. She took me through many things for the first time, and then I realized that life could be so colorful."

(End of this chapter)