Chapter 1386

Wang Hunu was someone she had watched grow up since he was a child.

They were all fellow villagers from the same village.

"My husband sees Sister as the closest person; no one can replace this, so I want to ask Sister to go and comfort my husband."

Diaochan nodded slowly after hearing this and replied: "Hmm, don't worry, Sister, I'll go right now."

Dong Yi stood up after hearing this and bowed to Diaochan: "Then I'll trouble you, Sister."

Diaochan quickly reached out to support Dong Yi: "Sister, what are you doing? We followed my husband from Jinyang to Liangzhou, and now we've come to Chang'an. We've experienced many life-and-death tribulations along the way, so why do we need such empty courtesies?"

Dong Yi was supported by Diaochan and felt quite moved in her heart.

If Diaochan hadn't voluntarily given up competing for the title of Princess of Liang, it would be hard to say who would have become the Princess of Liang.

Dong Yi knew this clearly in her heart.

When they were in Liangzhou, Diaochan had already started to voluntarily give up all this and let her handle the external affairs of the Jihou Mansion outside the city.

Although the Liangzhou-based generals of her father had crucial positions beside Duan Yu today.

But there were not a few Bingzhou generals who were fellow villagers of Diaochan, such as Chen Qing'an, Liu Bai Tu, Wang Hunu, Tie Shitou, as well as Gao Shun, Zhang Liao, Zhang Xun, Hao Zhao, and Lu Bu.

Therefore, even after becoming the Princess of Liang, Dong Yi still respected Diaochan as she always had.

Central courtyard, in the octagonal stone pavilion.

The wind and snow grew heavier.

A layer of snowflakes had already fallen on Duan Yu's thick black cloak.

The whole person looked like a snow sculpture.

In the garden where all the flowers had fallen, his figure appeared exceptionally lonely.

When Diaochan, wearing a red dress and a cloak made of fire-fox fur, walked over slowly, like a flash of bright red blooming in the snow-covered world, it formed a sharp contrast with Duan Yu in the stone pavilion.

"Husband..."

Diaochan's gentle voice awakened Duan Yu, who was dazed in the stone pavilion.

"Why did you come? It's so cold outside."

Diaochan walked to Duan Yu's side and sat down gently.

"I heard from Sister Yi'er that you have been sitting here for a long time."

Diaochan said while starting to take over brewing tea from Duan Yu.

Duan Yu inhaled and sighed, the heat exhaled from his mouth condensing into white mist in the cold air.

"Husband, a few days ago I dreamed of Hunu again, dreamed of when we were together in Jinyang. Hunu was just like that year when he followed you into the mountains to hunt, wiping his nose and following behind your ox cart."

"And Shitou, Qing'an sitting on the cart..."

"Gao Shun was tanning leather in the courtyard... everyone was happily gathered around the bonfire lit in the courtyard, eating together."

Diaochan's words pulled Duan Yu directly back to the quiet and peaceful afternoon several years ago.

"Perhaps... if we hadn't left Jinyang, so many people wouldn't have died, right?" Duan Yu turned his head to look at Diaochan: "If Hunu had always lived at home, he wouldn't have died miserably in Hedong, right?"

"When I brought him out of the five villages, my original intention was to let them live better..."

Diaochan used a wooden spoon to pour hot tea into Duan Yu's cup, then added new hot tea to the other two empty cups.

"Husband, didn't you say that some things always need someone to do them?" Diaochan's gentle voice sounded: "Husband also said that everyone must die, either lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai."

"If Husband hadn't left Jinyang, could the commoners of Liangzhou have lived the peaceful and contented life they do now?"

"Husband, with great righteousness, brought a million Jizhou refugees into Liang, saving the lives of a million people. But if it weren't for Husband, what would have happened to these million people?"

"Husband, Chan'er doesn't have much learning, nor has she read many books."

"Most of the commoners in the world are like this, but every time in Liangzhou, seeing the smiles from the bottom of the hearts on the faces of the commoners on the long streets, Chan'er feels incredibly proud."

"Because the person who made them smile, who made them able to eat, able to wear clothes, able not to freeze to death, and not be slaughtered by the Qiang tribe is my husband."

"What Husband wants to do is to make the commoners of the world all like this."

"Husband said that the continuation of life requires sacrifice, like women giving birth; in this process, there will always be accidents, but no mother will regret it, even if she might die."

"Hunu is like this, and those millions of soldiers who died for Husband and for the peace of the world will not regret it."

"Perhaps they won't feel regret because they couldn't witness Husband covering the thirteen provinces of the Han with his ideals, but their descendants, their relatives, will all witness for them, witnessing that their choice at the time was correct."

Duan Yu shuddered, and a few snowflakes fell from his clothes.

That's right.

The most perfect regret is an ice-crack pattern on a piece of blue-and-white porcelain that stops just at the corner of a dragon's eye.

History books from more than two thousand years later have already recorded their stories.

They have become heroes and villains familiar to people.

But the Three Kingdoms exhausted the spirit of heroes, the two Jins were full of cowards, the Southern Dynasties performed court dramas, and the Northern Dynasties left only the feelings of sorghum.

The Three Kingdoms were indeed brilliant, but it cannot be denied that this magnificent picture scroll woven with blood and mountains and rivers was dyed with the blood of the commoners, and this vast land was built with the bones of the commoners.

Later generations only remember the eighteen lords attacking Dong, gathering the heroes of the world.

But who knows that a great fire burned Luoyang, and hundreds of thousands of commoners lost their lives because of it?

Without sacrificing oneself to this era, one cannot see the common people under one's feet.

The Battle of Guandu was vigorous and vast, the Battle of Red Cliffs was a story for the ages, and the Battle of Yiling exhausted the brotherhood, but in the end, it was millions of commoners who sacrificed, yet who left a stroke for them in the history books?

After the Three Kingdoms came the two Jins, the Rebellion of the Eight Princes, and the foreign tribes invading the Central Plains.

If he really let history repeat itself, what would be the point of him doing all this?

It would be better to stay in the mountains of Jinyang to hunt and watch the success or failure of the world.

Duan Yu reached out and gently held Diaochan's slightly cold little hand.

Diaochan turned her head to look at Duan Yu.

"Chan'er, thank you."

Diaochan smiled shyly, just like when they first met.

"Husband is a person of great wisdom; I am just a little girl from the village. Being lucky enough to meet Husband, it should be Chan'er thanking Husband."

Duan Yu raised his arm, shook off the snow on his body, and took Diaochan into his arms.

Spring came.

The snow inside and outside Chang'an City began to melt quietly.

Beside Taiye Pond outside Zhicheng Gate, a very conspicuous thatched cottage stood by Taiye Pond.

At this time, a huge building complex was being built around Taiye Pond.

The materials piled up around it and the outline of the surroundings had already appeared.

But right in the middle, beside Taiye Pond, the thatched cottage appeared exceptionally abrupt.

And at this time, beside the thatched cottage, there was another figure wearing black robes and a golden crown, waving a hoe, appearing even more out of place. ===== CHAPTER 1388 =====