Tomin in The Alien World

The third war against Bessa was a war of national power. It could be said to be the most difficult battle in history, and it had lasted for more than ten years. The war had gradually turned from a war of military power between two countries into a war of national power.    

    

In the end, Bessa had not used up any Feng Country, and during this battle, the Feng Country had swallowed all ten or so counties of land in Bessa, forcing her to move more than a thousand miles away.    

    

From the map, Feng Country could be said to be a huge being, with a vast territory and a large population. All of the neighboring countries were afraid of Feng Country, afraid that they would raise their troops to attack.    

    

Although Tang Yin had never been called Emperor, he was viewed as the founder of the Wind Empire by the later generations. On the other hand, Tang Yu was the successor to the Emperor. It was customary to classify Tang Yin and Tang Yu into one generation, thinking that their era was when the Wind Empire expanded and expanded, Tang Yin laid a solid foundation, and Tang Yu completed the achievement of expanding his territory.    

    

It was just that during Tang Yu's time, the consumption of Feng Country was severe, and the citizens of various places had to bear the heavy burden of labour and military service.    

    

Only after the third emperor of Feng Country, Tang Zeng, took office did the Feng Country begin to truly settle down and head towards Golden Age.    

    

Tang Yin hoped that Tang Yu could rule the country benevolently, but the tyranny that Tang Yu was imposing on him, was just an illusion. He was even more brutal than Tang Yin, but of course, in order to maintain the war with the outside world, he could only use the high-pressure, iron-blooded wrist.    

    

After he ascended the throne, he changed the national policy of war in the outer world. Outside the country, he took the initiative to repair the peace treaty with the neighboring countries, and within the country, he reduced the rewards for disarmament and carried out the benevolent government of Huai Rou.    

    

From Tang Yin to Tang Yu, then to the later Tang Zheng, his Feng Country had completely transformed from a mere small Duchy to a vast empire.    

    

During this process, Tang Yin, Tang Yu, and Tang Zheng were recognized as the three great warriors, but Tang Yin's position was a bit higher.    

    

As for the later generations, there were even more legends about Tang Yin.    

    

Some people said that he was living in seclusion in the wilderness, some people thought that he had cultivated the Spirit realm to the Immortal Realm, and there were even people who thought that his disappearance was a chance for Tang Yu to become an emperor.    

    

No matter how people guessed, Tang Yin's whereabouts would always be a mystery, so no one could say for sure.    

    

Tang Yin's background was a mystery and his whereabouts a mystery. What he left behind for Feng Country were those hot-blooded, surging, and magnificent twenty years, which were an eternal legend.    

    

At the end of the day.    

    

Twenty years.    

    

Fifteen, full moon night. Zhenjiang, Feng King Palace.    

    

A young woman dressed in white sat in a pavilion in the garden, looking up at the bright moon in the night sky.    

    

The young woman looked to be in her early thirties, and she was extremely beautiful. Even using the words' a phoenix flies with its tail between its legs', it was impossible to accurately describe her beauty. From afar, she looked just like a fairy that had walked out of a painting.    

    

She stared at the night sky for a long time before letting out a faint sigh. She muttered, "I don't know what Yin is doing now ?"    

    

Hearing her mutter to herself, one of the servants standing beside her spoke in a low voice, "Princess, why did you bring up that heartless person? Now he's holding on to the Princess and he's forgotten about her. "    

    

The young woman in white looked at her in dissatisfaction and did not speak again. She was none other than Yin Rou, who had been sent to the Zhenjiang by Tang Yin. The maid who had been talking to him since he was young, who had always been by her side.    

    

Hearing Xiao Min's words, Ao Qing's face turned ugly. If she said that the King was a ungrateful person, of course she wouldn't be able to accept it. But with the truth in front of her, she didn't know how to speak up for Tang Yin even if she wanted to.    

    

"Princess, Zhenjiang is not comparable to Shang Jing, it's too cold tonight. Princess, you should go back to your room and rest!" Seeing the sadness on Yin Rou's face, Xiao Min's heart felt even worse. He didn't want the princess to think about Tang Yin anymore, so she changed the topic.    

    

"Xiao Min, why did you call me princess again?" Yin Rou's tone carried hidden bitterness and resentment.    

    

"Tang Yin doesn't think of the princess as an imperial concubine anymore, and the princess still ?" Saying that, Xiao Min could not continue any further. Her eyes turned red and tears rolled down her cheeks.    

    

Yin Rou softly sighed, and said: "I'm not cold, I still want to sit here for a while longer."    

    

"Princess ?"    

    

"It's getting late, Xiao Min, go and rest first!"    

    

Yin Rou refused to leave, so how could Xiao Min possibly leave? She stood there motionlessly, her mouth also tightly shut.    

    

The night once more returned to peace and quiet.    

    

After an unknown amount of time, a gust of night wind blew past. It was cold and chilly, and Yin Rou couldn't help but shiver.    

    

Seeing that, Xiao Min tried to persuade her to return back to her room to rest, but seeing her looking up at the sky, the words that were about to leave her mouth was swallowed back, and she said softly: "Princess, I'll go get a cloak."    

    

Yin Rou nodded slightly. Xiao Min turned around and walked towards her sleeping quarters, wiping the tears at the corners of her eyes as she walked.    

    

As if she didn't know that Xiao Min had already left, Yin Rou sat stiffly on the cold stone bench, staring at the bright moon which was surrounded by the stars in a daze.    

    

Once upon a time, she was the same as the bright moon in the sky, surrounded by all kinds of people. But now, only Xiao Min and Ao Qing were left by her side.    

    

Sha, sha, sha! Footsteps came from behind her. Yin Rou did not turn her head and just sat there like she was sculpted, not moving at all. The footsteps disappeared, followed by a warm cloak draped over her shoulders.    

    

So warm. Yin Rou finally regained her senses and turned her head slightly to look at the cloak on her shoulder. At the same time, a familiar smell entered her nostrils and spread throughout her body.    

    

Yin Rou's body trembled, following that, her eyes became covered by a layer of mist, and the cloak around her shoulders also became blurry.    

    

She did not look back at the person standing behind her, or perhaps she did not dare to look back. She was afraid that it was just an illusion.    

    

"Rou Er, I... I'm back! " A warm hand rested on her shoulder.    

    

? What a familiar voice, the years of wind and rain I have walked with, never to be remembered, never to be forgotten.    

    

Yin Rou could not hold it in any longer, and tears began to roll down her cheeks like pearls that were cut off strings. They dripped down to her chest and wet her pure white clothes, and also hurt the heart of the person behind her.    

    

"I... "I thought you didn't want me anymore ?"    

    

"?"    

    

That person slowly bent down and wrapped both arms around Yin Rou's body, pulling her into her embrace. It was so tight, so tight that it seemed like he wanted to merge her into her body.    

    

At this time, Ao Qing, who was standing by the side, was already in tears. Xiao Min, who was holding onto her cape and walking out of the pavilion, was completely dumbstruck by the scene in front of him.    

    

"How could I not have Rou Er? My heart may seem very big, able to fit under the heavens, but it's actually very small. It can only hold one person, unable to squeeze into anything else. "    

    

"?" Yin Rou couldn't hold it in anymore, and broke free from his embrace. She turned around and threw herself into his embrace, crying loudly.    

    

As he hugged Yin Rou, unknowingly, his tears also fell onto her bun.    

    

Without her, he felt that his heart had been hollowed out and he was just a mindless zombie. Only by holding her in his arms would he be able to recover his heart.    

    

? When I first saw you, I lost myself.    

    

"I'm going to take you away from here, to a place with just you and me, to a life with only you and me."    

    

After Yin Rou heard this, she grabbed onto him even more tightly. After a long time, she finally stopped crying and slowly raised her head. Looking at his handsome features, her tears turned into smiles as she asked, "You ? "Can you really bear to part with your throne?"    

    

"Never mind."    

    

"Where are you taking me?"    

    

"Maybe it's the horizon, or maybe it's the sea horn. As long as you're here, no matter where you go, it doesn't matter."    

    

"I want to go to Divine Pool first!"    

    

"Why?"    

    

"I heard that the women from your past life were buried there."    

    

"?" He caressed Yin Rou's long hair and said softly, "My previous life was too far away, everything was a thing of the past. The future generations are too difficult to understand, everything is unpredictable.    

    

"Who is it?" Yin Rou smiled as she looked at him.    

    

He did not answer, but bent down slightly, and picked Yin Rou up by the waist. With a flash, she floated out of the pavilion like a leaf in the wind.    

    

"Rou Er, guess!" As he spoke, his lips were on her delicate, fragrant neck.    

    

"Cluck, cluck ?" When the two of them disappeared into the night, all that was left in the air was Yin Rou's clear and gentle laughter.    

    

In his previous life, he had lived in a different world from his previous life, and his fate had been sealed ?    

    

The old story ends here, and the new story is born, and what the new story is, the storyteller has not yet thought it through. ? ^