Li Ruyu was silent for a long time.

He sighed, "The big leader also has ambitions, but some things cannot be disobeyed in the end."

For example, the fact that he is Yi Ren is facing arrest and killing from the Beizhen Fushi. With you, the old mother, he trapped in Huilong County and could not escape far away.

At this time, Daliang, no Yi Ren can beat the Northern Town Fushi.

Neither can the Master.

The old woman nodded when she heard this, straightened the frost hair that was blown by the night wind, and did not follow Li Ruyu's words. She hummed a song full of memories, and the singing was very light.

The old singing drifted far away in the sound of the stream...

"Why do you say that you are in robes? You are in the same comrade with me. The king is working in the army and repairs my spear and spear. You are in the same vengeance with me! How do you say that you are in robes? You are in the same vein with me. The king is working in the army and repairs my spear and spear. You are in the same vein with me! How do you say that you are in robes? You are in the same vein with me. The king is working in the army and repairs my armor and soldiers. You are in the same vein with me!"

Li Ruyu was intoxicated.

After the old woman finished singing, she was immersed in it.

After a long time, I smiled gently, and the girl's shyness and longing were revealed in my smile, "Brother, I'll give you this song. It was the song that Master Yan was singing when Murong drew his sword. You probably know that this song "How to say "No Clothes" became the song of the Great Yan Army Wu Zhuang."

The old woman didn't say that this song was also the favorite song of her dead husband.

I hope one day, the flag and you and others will be singing along the battlefield, and the singing will be the same.

The old woman looked at the night sky in the north.

north!

Qi'er's future and the future of the boy in front of him are all there.

The north has severe drought in spring, and it will not be better in summer and autumn. The northern barbarians are extremely difficult to bear in the cold winter this year. The Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun will usher in the life-and-death collision between Yanyun Iron Cavalry and the barbarian Iron Cavalry at the latest.

The world of Daliang is going to be in chaos.

The Yong'an prosperous era created by Her Majesty the Empress will disappear in just twelve years.

Li Ruyu smiled silently, not saying anything.

I have no intention of going to the north. My family and state affairs are too far away for me. What I want to do most is to find out the truth about strangers, find out the truth that I can't kill lightning, and then...

Maybe one day, I will go to the north, bring a city back, go to the Xie family of Chen County, and tell us the little novel.

The old woman was a little sleepy.

"The young man will go by himself, and the old woman will no longer see you off."

Li Ruyu nodded and walked into the darkness.

The old woman behind her raised her hands, smiled and said goodbye softly.

Goodbye, never see you again.

Turning back, walking alone on the quiet bluestone road. The old woman saw the gentleman flag waiting in front of the door, waved her hand to stop him from asking questions, said, "I'm sleepy, so I'll go back and rest first."

Junziqi was full of doubts and was put back, but he could only help his mother back to the room filially.

Mid-time.

The night is as cool as water.

An old woman quietly left the mansion with a trembling lantern, carrying a firefly lantern, carrying a bamboo basket in her hand, and putting food boxes inside. She trembled across half of the street and came to the side of the Clothes Hill overlooking the nameless hills of Kai River.

The old woman came to the new grave tremblingly, and said aloud, taking out the food box from the bamboo basket.

"Old man, I made you my favorite Shuzhong refrigerated meat. I made it myself. You used to say that I had a bad cooking skills, but I always had a great time eating it. I said that this is the number one delicious dish in the world."

"But the old man, there are really no fish, fish-flavored shredded pork and fish-flavored eggplant."

"This is Kung Pao Chicken. You don't like it, but I like it."

"Well, there is also Hu Jian Nanchun, let's have a drink."

The old woman sat on the grave and poured a full glass of wine.

He raised his glass and said, "Old man, don't worry about it." Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. The flag has the talent of poetry, books, and the economy. Now he has become an alien. Taking advantage of the chaos in the world that is about to be in Daliang, it is much better than you. We parents are hoping that children and grandchildren will have a bright future. Do you think so, you must agree?

So I don't plan to go back to Meishan, Shu, because I'm afraid that Qi'er will do anything in the future and implicate his parents' home. Old man, don't you blame me for being selfish, right?

Also, old man, I know you miss me.

There is a young man named Li Ruyu who should be an alien, but he can't die by lightning. The Queen of the Empress Zhang Kingdom is full of evil spirits and Beizhen Fusi's drop in the bucket. No one knows how many aliens are still dormant in Daliang's world. So, although I am not Baili Chunxiang, I can also see that Daliang's world will be harmed by Yi people sooner or later.

I murmured for a few words.

The old woman sprinkled the wine in the glass on the grave, picked up another glass and drank it all.

But I am your Baili Chunxiang, old man, wait for me.

The old woman sat on the grave and chattered, recalling the past of young men and women holding swords at the end of the world when she was young, and the shyness of a girl thinking of spring appeared on the old faces of time.

Old man, I still remember those things...

The old woman leaned on the grave, with blood emitting from the corners of her mouth.

Even if there is a beautiful woman, it will be difficult to eliminate your heart for thousands of disasters. The eternal sorrow is on the top of the green peak, the mountains outside the mountain, the sunset shines silently, and the stars cannot sleep at night.

In the distance, Li Ruyu, who was squatting in the dark, silently touched his spotted head and murmured.

Get up, salute respectfully, and bow to the end.

Turning around and leaving absolutely.

With a thought of meditation, flowers bloom all over the world.

Su Ming from Meishan in Shu deserves the word "Mr.

Su Ming died for the Gentleman Flag. This was a turn of the Gentleman Flag, but it was bloody and sad. From then on, the Gentleman Flag was no longer bound, and could lie dormant in the north, waiting for the barbarian cavalry to invade the south.

I envy the gentleman flag, and have such a mother.

...

...

Changling Prefecture, the Thirteenth Institute of Xiwei.

Before dawn, Liu Xiangyang was dressed meticulously, with a flying fish dress embroidered with a spring knife, and his long hair was tied in his crown, standing like a dry plum tree between two stone lions at the door of Thirteen Stations.

Behind him were two confidant general flags coming from Juzhou together.

The morning breeze sways.

A crisp sound of hoofs sounded not far away.

Liu Xiangyang was excited and took a few steps forward, quickly approaching the old man who was walking in the dawn, with a respectful smile on his face, "The Fourth Master has traveled a long distance, and his grandson has prepared wine and food, please."

An old man smoking a dry tobacco, with a long green gown that was too much water, and it turned gray and white, with a childish face. His eyes that should have been drooping in his twilight eyes were a bit of the sourness of a scholar.

He led a small donkey and hung book baskets on both sides, loaded with many books, and came slowly.

He looked a little tired and nodded when he heard this.

Liu Xiangyang looked a little strange and bent down slightly. "According to Mr. Xu's preference, the three people he prepared did not seek good facial features, but the virgins of the family who chose a high-quality breasts and buttocks, had their essence overflowed, and they were the best woman. They had burned incense and bathed, waiting for the fourth master to pick it up."

The old man sneered, quite self-deprecating.

He handed the donkey to Liu Xiangyang, "I set off in the afternoon and wanted to see if the old Tie in Jiang Qiufang was bragging. He fought with the prince of Yue's family for three days and was evenly matched. I have never heard of such a thing."

I, Xu Xiaolan, have been conceited for my whole life, but I dare not claim to be equal to the prince of Yue’s family.

Liu Xiangyang was very respectful, "Second Master, you are the number one master of the Ministry of War at that time, and you are not comparable to a mere old man."

The old man laughed.

He patted Liu Xiangyang on the shoulder, "When you arrive at Lin'an court and come into contact with the central affairs, you will know that personal martial arts are of no use. I can only serve as the Minister of the Secretariat in my life."

The old man's surname is Xu, the fourth child of the Xu family.

After the Battle of Jinyu Mountain, Xu Xiaolan, the Minister of War, who retired for Xu Jizu and Xu Jiye.

Half an hour later, in the quietest courtyard of the Thirteenth Institute of Xiwei, there was a sound that only happened when the night was quiet, and a moment later, and a few moments of whispering, and finally the woman murmuring above the clouds.

Liu Xiangyang, who looked at Chaoyang with his hands behind his back, looked contemptuous.

Old but not dead are thieves.
Chapter completed!