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A cavalry commander died in the Tianlang Camp under General Shengwei, and when he was changing shifts in the city, none of the more than twenty cavalry had survived.

This incident undoubtedly alarmed Wang Mang, who was not stable in his heels, was cautious in occupying Qilianguan. Wang Mang did not guess that it was Luo Changfeng's actions, but only thought that Ziyunzhou's cultivation master was hidden in the city, and he couldn't stand him in Muge's battle

Despicable means and miserable.

Wang Mang disagreed with this except strengthening patrol and security.

At this time, it is not as good as during the war. The rich and wealthy merchants in the city need to be comforted, and it is not advisable to raise troops and kill them.

However, even Luo Changfeng's figure with ordinary military cultivation was missing. After solving Zhou Gong's resolving, Luo Changfeng looked for the little farewell mother and son in the city, and the old senior, grandson and grandson of the Medical Fumu.

...

Zhao An's ancestor lived in Qilian Pass, and his family made a living by operating silk cloth. His ancestral property has been passed down for seven generations and has accumulated a lot of Shanyuan's family businesses. Now he is one of the three major merchants in the city.

Two years ago, Zhao An, who was not the head of the family, traveled all over the East Xinjiang by studying. On the way back, he passed by Yuanshan Town and suffered a cold. Fortunately, he was rescued by the grandson of the Mu family, and was safe.

Later, the head of the Zhao family returned to his hometown, and Zhao Anzi inherited his father's business and took over the silk business and various branches that were passed down from generation to generation. Although he was influenced by the scholars and students since childhood, he had received a lot of influence. But when he was truly responsible, he was really responsible.

Only when I take on the burden of family prosperity and decline can I realize the absurdity of my thoughts.

Fortunately, the scholar was stubborn and stubborn.

Zhao An, who was determined to carry forward the family business and shine his family, worked hard for two years, and finally became one of the three major merchants in Qilianguan with his own hands and wisdom.

Zhao An, who had time to take time, recently wanted to find an opportunity to visit the grandfather and grandson who had saved his life in Yuanshan Town, but the weather was not good, and the war was approaching.

The cavalry of the Great Yan Empire besieged the city, and the huge Qilian Pass finally fell in battle.

The Zhao family's business also suffered heavy damage, and the war was difficult to escape.

Fortunately, the general Shengwei of Dayan, although his character was rough, did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. After seizing the city, he issued three consecutive laws to appease the people who survived in the city.

Last night, the shogunate military advisors under Wang Mang convened several major merchants in the city to discuss the policy of rebuilding their homes after the war.

As a rare young hero in the city, Zhao An was naturally invited. This is why the three major merchants opened granaries this morning to give porridge and cotton.

Hundreds of people who were affected by the disaster gathered in front of the Zhao family's mansion.

Zhao An, who was in a twentieth year of age, followed an old slave. The mansions stood with his hands behind his back. Looking at the refugees lined up in a long line to collect porridge, Zhao An felt a sense of sympathy and sorrow.

Just when I was depressed, I suddenly found two familiar figures in the long refugee team.

Zhao An was overjoyed and rushed towards the crowded crowd without caring about the image of the head of the family.

Zhao An felt rude and dressed up beside the old and the young, bowed and said, "Senior Mu, Miss Mu..."

Mr. Mu and his granddaughter, who were dispersed by the war, looked quite embarrassed.

Mr. Mu stared at Zhao An for a long time and asked in confusion: "What are you?"

Perhaps it was because he was young, maybe he had never forgotten it, and his memory was much better than his grandfather, and he remembered the person in front of him: "Zhao An, Mr. Zhao?"

Luo Changfeng stood at the corner of the street.

Looking from a distance, the young Zhao family head personally supported Mr. Mu, who was inconvenient to his legs and feet, and entered the luxurious Zhao Mansion, one from left to right.

A hanging heart finally settled.

In this chaotic world, what exactly does a person seek in his life?

It is just a tiles that can shelter the wind and rain, a cotton coat that can protect you from the cold and keep you warm, and a bowl of rice porridge that can fill your stomach and resist hunger.

And these, Luo Changfeng, who is like duckweed, cannot give anyone!

Luo Changfeng turned around and left.

When he turned around, he saw the only small figure in Qilian Pass that he could not let go.

"Brother Junior High School..."

Tears were on the gray-eared face.

Xiao Xubei stood alone in front of Luo Changfeng, his thin body was about to fall, but he was still holding his favorite wooden knife in his hand.

"Brother Junior High School! Mother, she is gone..."

Xiao Xun farewell to hold Luo Changfeng's legs. After a night of his life, the man finally started to cry.

Luo Changfeng, who was sad in his heart, rubbed Xiao Xibei's head.

Thinking that sometimes, people should not pursue too many luxury, because living is often the greatest luck.

"Just be alive."

...

A new grave was erected in front of him.

A little farewell to erect a monument for my mother.

Luo Changfeng stood with his hands behind his back and said goodbye, feeling a lot of emotion.

He did not intend to place his farewell in the Zhao Mansion. After all, Mr. Mu and Mulan should have their own lives.

Luo Changfeng does like this knives.

After worshiping the little mother, Luo Changfeng took Xiao Xijie's hand and left Qilian Pass.

Luo Changfeng took Xiao Xu Farewell to Yuanshan Town. After temporarily settled the latter in the deserted town, Luo Changfeng went to Lishan Sect alone to find Xue'er's whereabouts.

Unfortunately, Han Rong, who came to report the news, did not finish his words, otherwise Luo Changfeng would not have been as clueless as he is now.

Among the eight hundred sects in Tiandong, Lishan Sect is just a small sect. The sect leader in the sect has the peak of the Yuanshen realm, which is rarely a threat to Luo Changfeng. Luo Chang, who has been involved in the Lishan Sect, has become a sect.

The wind searched all the way inside and outside, but unfortunately there was no news about Xueer's whereabouts.

No news sometimes means good news, which means Xueer has not fallen into the hands of Lishan Sect.

But Tiandong is so vast, where is Xueer?

After striking a disciple of Lishan Sect with one palm, Luo Changfeng felt lost.

...

Xueer, who had escaped from the pursuit of the mountain sect by Dean Zhuang's sacred weapon, had been in exile in Tiandong for half a month.

She didn't know where she was, but only remembered that after walking out of the mountains, she followed the guidance of the North Star and headed north.

Then, she encountered a wave of refugees.

The war between the Qizhou Region and the Great Yan Empire became more and more intense, as if there were always an invisible hand pushing behind it, and both sides had almost reached the point of never ending.

Along the way, Xueer saw refugees fleeing the scourge of war more than once.

Princess Ningxue, who has been fond of food and clothing since she was a child, realized what kind of displacement and suffering the cruelty of the war brought to the innocent people!

This is an experience she has never had before.

So she experienced these things personally. Like these displaced refugees, she suffered exactly the same hardship along the way.

She suddenly didn't want to leave the people alone!

She is among the refugees.

A purple dress is no longer as bright as before. The agility revealed in the flowing eyes of the green eyebrows and eyes is filled with unconcealed sadness, which is the innate love and sorrow in the bloodline that regards the people as children.

She didn't know how long she could last, just like these pair of feet that had been worn out through countless miles of mountain roads, and didn't know how far she could go.

She thought that as a daughter, she could not share the worries of her father and could not wear armor to help her brother retreat to the enemy to protect the territory of Dayan. Even if she returned to the Bailou Gate, she could only be trapped in the majestic and prosperous palace city.

, she could not see the sufferings of the people, nor could she hear the wailing of war... She felt that she was in vain for Princess Ningxue!

She wants to stay in the refugee wave.

She wanted to take care of these innocent people of the weather-beaten Dayan.

That is her people.

(PS: Actually, I still like Xueer very much. I grew up slowly from a carefree and innocent princess who has never set foot in the world, cherishing her people and even finally carrying the burden of the rise and fall of the empire... It cannot be said that it is too

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