Six Hundred and Five: Nansheng Legacy (4)

"My surname is An, and the name is single."

Even though he was wearing the clothes of a soldier, this man still saluted and said hello with demeanor, without being rude.

"Under Liu Xi." Jiang Pengji replied, and then asked, "If I'm not mistaken, brother An is from the south?"

An Jing thought of the conversation between Jiang Pengji and Wei Ci and the others when he came, and she had given up trying to hide it.

He said with a haggard face, "Exactly, people from Nansheng."

Although An Jing hadn't heard of Liu Xi's name when he was in Nansheng, how could he not have heard of Liu Xi after he fled to the north of Dongqing?

He thought that Liu Xi should be a rather stable man from the old city, but now he saw that the other party was a vigorous young man, even though he had a heroic face, he still had a bit of indisputable immaturity, looking at himself, An Jing could only sigh with emotion.

An Xing, An Duoxi.

Those who are depressed are also worried.

The elders named An Jing as "Duoxi". It sounds tacky, but it is full of wishes.

It's a pity that An Jing's whole life changed completely from the day the four tribes of the Nanman captured the imperial capital.

Wei Ci sighed inwardly—it really was him.

When Jiang Pengji was talking with An Jing, Wei Ci lowered his eyelids calmly, and secretly grasped his hands in the long sleeves, leaving several months of white nail marks. Wei Ci remembered that when he met An Jing in his last life, that person was still a little-known little guy.

To use An Xing's own words to laugh at himself, that is - after more than ten years of hard work, when will he stop going around.

The old country is gone, and the temples are covered with hoarfrost.

He was running around, and before he knew it, he was over forty years old.

If there is no accident, most of his life has passed, but he still wants to take revenge on the four parts of the Nanman.

An Jing and the four tribes of the Nanman do have blood feuds that cannot be resolved.

Wei Ci sat on one side with downcast eyes, listening to their conversation, thinking about his own affairs.

After rebirth, it's not that Wei Ci never thought about this old master, but he knew that An Jing was not his master.

This man's desire for revenge is too strong, especially after more than ten years of wandering, his hatred for the four tribes of the Nanman has penetrated into his bones, and revenge has become his inner demon and obsession. Wei Ci still remembers that An Jing ordered the massacre A scene from the four parts of the Southern Barbarians.

As a native of the Central Plains, Wei Ci did not like the barbarians, but this did not mean that he could sit back and watch An Jing issue the order to slaughter the clan.

However, just look at the result and you will know the outcome of the dispute between Wei Ci and An Jing.

Wei Ci lost.

The 630,000 barbarian people, men, women, old and young, were all slaughtered, and several big rivers in Nansheng were blocked, and the rivers were completely dyed red.

An Jing didn't give an order to stop the soldiers, what happened before the massacre, and what happened to the barbarian people, Wei Ci knew very well.

After this dispute, Wei Ci gradually separated from him.

What Wei Ci wanted was a wise master who would unify Kyushu, a sage who would save the common people from suffering, not a butcher who was blinded by the hatred of his family and country and also committed numerous crimes! What is the difference between what An Jing did in the end and the four tribes of the Southern Man?

Wei Ci admitted An Min's accusation against him, saying that he has the kindness of a woman, and that he doesn't hurt his back while standing and talking.

After all, it was An Jing who lost his country, killed his wife, and lost his children, not him.

However, this is not an excuse for An Jing to use the same reason to retaliate back.

Sanctioning the four tribes of the Southern Man, and some other methods, can also take revenge.

Why did An Xing choose the cruelest and most disgusting way?

Wei Ci understood An's feelings of revenge, but he did not approve of An's behavior.

An Min's army was only for revenge, and his vision was only for revenge. What happened to the people in the world has nothing to do with him.

Such a person who gave up everything for the sake of hatred is not the master Wei Ci is looking for.

Different road non-phase plan.

Therefore, Wei Ci did not pay special attention to the situation of the old master after his rebirth.

It's a coincidence that they met so many years in advance.

At this time, Nansheng had only destroyed the country for more than a year, and An Jing had only been homeless for a few months after escaping from his homeland. His face was still young, with a residual majesty between his brows, and he could barely maintain his only self-esteem. More than ten years later, although he was in his forties at that time, he had white beard and hair, a weather-beaten face, and his shoulders were sunken.

Feng Zhen noticed Wei Ci's strangeness and secretly tugged at his sleeve.

"Why are you distracted?"

Wei Ci lowered his eyes and said, "It's probably because I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm sleepy."

Feng Zhen tactfully followed his words, "If you are unwell, go back to the carriage to rest."

A sick person should have the self-consciousness of a sick person, and go to rest when he feels uncomfortable.

The body is the capital of doing things.

The voices of the two startled Jiang Pengji and An Jing.

An Xun followed the prestige, and was startled by Wei Ci's appearance and demeanor.

Today's An Jing has not experienced more than ten years of wandering, Wei Ci's appearance is quite in line with his aesthetics.

Jiang Pengji said the same, "Don't hold on if you're not feeling well, let's talk about it after resting."

Wei Ci didn't force himself, got up and left.

Feng Zhen's eyes flickered, he bowed to say goodbye, and quickly caught up with Wei Ci's footsteps.

"Why did you follow?"

Wei Ci wanted to be alone for a while, Feng Zhen, a cheeky man, followed him into the carriage.

"You know this An Jing." Feng Zhen said firmly, "What is the background of this man? Look at his face, he is not a good match."

Wei Ci did not deny it, but said, "An Jing is a native of Zhejiang County, Jiangzhou, Nansheng. He is also very famous in the country. His mother is the youngest sister of the Nansheng king, and he has some relationship with the Nansheng royal family. On the day Nansheng was destroyed, the whole family of Anxi..."

Feng Zhen didn't wonder why Wei Ci knew so much, this guy was always well informed.

"Is An Jing the only one who escaped?"

Wei Ci nodded, "Yes."

Today's An Jing should be in his 27th or 27th year, which is the proud stage of his life. If there is no invasion of the southern barbarians, he will be a winner in life.

It's a pity that An Xing's parents and relatives died tragically, his wife committed suicide unbearably humiliated, and her daughter and son died without whole bodies.

He was left alone to survive.

Putting himself in his shoes, Wei Ci could understand why An Min hated Nanman so much.

Understand doesn't mean agree.

If An Xing was just a commoner, he let his enemies pay with blood, Wei Ci praised him as a man, but An Xing was one of the princes chasing the world at that time, bound by hatred, ignoring reason, he gave the order to slaughter all the Nanmans How can such a person become the co-lord of the world?

Even if you are lucky enough to be elected, how many years can this country last?

Feng Zhen sympathized, "It's very pitiful, I'm afraid I will hate those barbarians to death."

Wei Ci said, "It's more than that...Maybe they can fight back to Nansheng with their own abilities."

Feng Zhen thought of the flame pattern on An Xing's arm, and seemed to understand something vaguely.

He said, "This person's ambition...is not small..."

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