Zhang Wen'an knelt down on the ground, burst into tears, and cried: "I am incompetent for my brother, and I am incompetent for my brother..."

"Old man..."

The old lady looked worried and couldn't help but scatter a stream of true energy to calm her mood.

"Damn it, kill it!"

The old man coughed repeatedly, and his fingers were getting cold:

"Where is the Lord of Deyang Palace?"

"Beheaded by Xu Wenji..."

"Where is the Lord of Qingzhou Prefecture?!"

"Being Yang Yu, Lingchi in Qingzhou City..."

"Okay! OK! OK!"

The old man stood up suddenly, and a flush appeared on his face:

"Where is Prison Yang?!"

"he……"

Zhang Wen'an smiled bitterly: "I was wanted by the court and fled to the northwest and rebelled..."

quiet!

The hall suddenly became aware of needles, and the old man's breathing became heavier and heavier. After a while, he collapsed on the chair and was sweating profusely:

"It should be against it, it should be against it!"

Seeing him like this, the old lady felt sad and shed tears:

"Don't worry about it..."

Zhang Wenan was worried and hurriedly explained the causes and consequences, without reservation, including how he suggested and how to send Yang Yu away.

"The world is in chaos, the world is in chaos..."

The old man's chest was undulating, and he felt the flames surging in his heart, but he couldn't spit it out.

After a while, I looked at the old lady:

"You are wrong, you are all wrong..."

"What, what?"

The old lady hurriedly wiped away her tears.

"Long Yuan Dao, you can't defend..."

The old man said twistedly.

"Can you keep it!"

Zhang Wen'an suddenly looked up:

"I'm here to swear that even if I fight to the death, I will still defend my ancestral property! If Prison Yang wants to offend me, Long Yuan, it will be necessary..."

"Wrong."

The old man spoke, looking at his incompetent brother, for a moment, his emotions surged, and he almost wanted to slap him:

"I, Zhang, Longyuan, guards the border for the country. Do you think the enemy is Yang Yu? Troubled times are coming, the building is about to collapse, and foreign races will surely invade the border...

What are you still thinking about 'ancestral property'?!"

"Brother..."

Zhang Wen'an didn't dare to say anything, just worried that he would be so angry:

"In your opinion, what should we do..."

"Take it, come in the pen and ink."

The old man struggled to calm down his breath and picked up the pen tremblingly.

Zhang Wen'an slowly grinded it, swept away his light and changed color. If it weren't for the majesty of his elder brother, he would have almost cried out.

I saw the old man's pen passing by:

"...If the world is in chaos, foreign races will definitely invade. At that time, if our Zhang family is not in good condition, then all the heroes in Longyuan can be taken away!"

...

...

The spring breeze came overnight, and the deep winter, which was much older than in previous years, finally passed.

Inside and outside Heishan City, many pear blossoms have bloomed quietly, and the turquoise color is stained on the earth and spread towards the end of the sky.

At this moment, the weather was still a little chilly, but the people who had almost missed the farming period had completely ignored it and were sowing the seeds day and night.

Thanks to the special nature of Heishan City, the heavy snow has been going on for months, and the nearby farmland has not been frostbite.

"Old woman, slow down, slow down..."

Behind the Land Temple, the old man hurried forward and took over the work he had made in his wife.

"This little guy can't come out."

Grandma Yang stroked her lower abdomen, feeling helpless.

"This is in a hurry..."

The old man helped his wife back to the temple and accidentally swept to the corner of the wall, a little surprised:

“When did a tree grow?”

"There is really a sapling?"

Grandma Yang was also a little curious, so she went up to take a look, a little surprised:
Chapter completed!