On the eve of the siege, Xie Julan and Xu Ningchen came to the hilltop outside the military camp to drink and admire the moon together. Xu Ningchen took a sip and turned to look at Xie Julan
"Xie Julan, the shadow guard will follow you. The engagement will be terminated after you become a monk, so there is no need to worry."
"Hey, General Xu is here to lay out the funeral arrangements. You haven't fought this battle yet, why are you saying such depressing words?"
"And the Xu family, help me guard it. When Huai'an enters the military camp in two months, you won't have to guard it anymore."
"Any more?"
"He Qing Haiyan, remember to help me take a look."
Xie Julan drank it all in one gulp and said, "It's a deal."
Xu Ningchen stood up, dusted himself off, turned to face Xie Julan, and said, "Xie Julan, if I die in battle..."
Xie Julan interrupted: "Then I will pick up the sword and armor again, trample through the Beidi River and Mountains, and bury you with you."
Xie Julan thought that he had nothing to worry about except the common people in the world. But ever since he met the little girl in red uniform riding a horse on the grassland in Beidaying when he was fifteen years old, Xie Julan could no longer let go of other people in his heart. After becoming a monk for some reason, the abbot of Zhenguo Temple asked, "Shi Chen, your earthly destiny is not over yet." After three years of monastic life, Xie Julan figured it out and decided to leave Zhenguo Temple and set out for Beidaying. His friend Yi Zhen once asked: "Think clearly."
"Well, I, Xie Julan, dedicated the first half of my life to the common people in this world, so the second half of my life belongs to her, Xu Ningchen."
*The content is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
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Purpose: Feelings of family and country