There was light rain in the sky.

The sky is gloomy.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, a trembling little white flower, its petals swaying in the wind, and its stems were tightly held in the palm of its palm by a tender little hand.

The little girl's other hand was held by a mother.

One big and one small, standing in front of the tombstone.

There was also a tall figure half-kneeling in front of the monument and wiping the dust on the face of the monument with his sleeves.

Guo Dalu was wet with rain, his shoulders facing the sky, as if he was carrying the entire rain curtain.

He wiped the stone with extreme force with one hand and pressed the hat with the other hand, causing the straw raincoat to hang down, and the raindrops stretched into lines and fell down dripping.

Outsiders can't see the man's gray face at this moment.

This is the Qing Tomb, not far from Jiazi City, just behind the core fortress of the entire Eastern War, located in the suburbs. It has always been a tomb for the funeral of the heroes.

Like the "Changling" in Tiandu, Zhongzhou, officials in the East have glorified that they can be buried in the Qing tomb.

Therefore, since the outbreak of the Eastern Frontier War, it was responsible for carrying and accommodating the tombstones of every martyr who died.

The wind blows, blew the little girl's forehead.

"Mom, will Dad feel cold down there?"

Zhong Li pinched the white flower, dazed and suddenly asked this question.

The dust of the stele was wiped clean by Uncle Guo, revealing the inscription carved inscription of the sank.

"Taozhicheng City's demotion envoy, Zhong Xun."

For a moment, Zhong Li felt that she had returned to a year ago, when her father and mother took her to worship the ancestors of the Qing tombs. Her father told herself that the Zhong family was loyal to the emperor and fulfilled their righteousness.

A whole family of heroes.

My father also said that the wind here is hot and the soil is hot. The blood of Yingjie after his death will flow hotly in the ground, nourishing the earth.

But she felt so cold now, the wind blew over and it was chilly.

Guo Dalu, who was the first to clean the tombstone, said nothing. After wiping the stone tablet, he silently put a few pots of good wine for his close friend that he couldn't bear to drink during his lifetime, and chose to leave quietly.

Before leaving, he looked at the mother and daughter with a complicated expression.

The little girl kowtowed to the tombstone as her mother taught her, and she was quiet and quiet, like a porcelain doll.

The girl did not cry. After bowing, she rubbed her face hard, sniffed deeply, and then placed the little white flowers she had picked from Yunzhou City in front of the tomb.

Mrs. Zhong knelt in front of the monument, half leaning on her body, as if she was leaning against a man's shoulder, and her palm touched the cold stone tablet, as if she was stroking her lover's face. The woman was talking about the trivial matters of her family, and as she was talking, she burst into tears, mixed with the rain.

In the end, I was choking and choking, and I was ups and downs silently.

The separation of life and death is too heavy for people.

Some pain will be erased.

Some, not.

For a child, she may not know what death is, but she has tasted goodbye.

Growing up is actually overnight.

It’s not the day when I was crying the saddest, but the day when I was crying the saddest but did not cry.

To Mrs. Zhong... Zhong Xun's departure seemed to deprive her of half of her meaning in life.

At this moment, there are many others like them who worship their deceased relatives in the Qing tombs.

This Eastern Front War broke countless beautiful and perfect dreams.

Guo Dalu silently walked towards the latest planned garden of the Qing tombs and tombs. The Jiazi City battle report had spread throughout the Sui Dynasty... Zhongzhou suffered extremely tragic casualties, and tens of thousands of victims had no remains. The Qing tomb left each of their names, but no bodies were left.

"stop."

A black-armored imperial guard blocked Guo Dalu: "Please show the official token. This place is an important place for the Qing tombs. Idle people are not allowed to enter."

The man wearing a hat stopped, took off his hat, placed it on his chest, then clasped his fists with both hands and saluted deeply. When he looked up, he showed a pair of clear and clean eyes.

Guo Dalu said sincerely: "Guo Dalu has no official position, so I don't know if it's convenient. I want to go to the tomb to worship Mr. Song Jinglian who died in Jiazi City."

Under Yunzhou City.

Thanks to Mr. Jinglian's actions, he saved his life.

Otherwise, I, Mrs. Zhong, and Little Lizhi, would all die at the top of Yunzhou City... Not only that, there are tens of thousands of refugees outside the city.

Mr. Jinglian is his great benefactor and a great hero in the Eastern War. The Yunzhou case alone saved the lives of tens of thousands of people who were displaced.

"Sorry, we don't have any personal relationships, we just follow the rules." The black-armored imperial guard sighed in his heart, spoke slowly and firmly, rejecting the request of the man in front of him.

He actually saw the sincerity in Guo Dalu's eyes.

Such a look would not deceive people. He knew that this man did not deceive him and really wanted to worship Mr. Jinglian.

But...the Qing tombs have rules for the Qing tombs.

"Sorry... I've been disturbed."

Guo Dalu was a little disappointed and did not force it.

Before he turned around and left, he pursed his dry lips, and finally cast a gaze that looked deep in the Qing tomb, showing a self-deprecating and disappointed smile.

Mr. Jinglian.

In any case, I don’t want to believe that you will die in Jiazi City... Now, there is no chance to worship.

What a pity that the good wine I prepared.

The guard was right. If the Qing Tomb Forbidden Area is not blocked, there will be more than one person who sacrifices Mr. Jinglian... At that time, it will disturb the purity of others.

He rubbed his hands in a little uneasy and pressed the wine pot back to his waist.

"Let him in."

A very light, but powerful voice sounded in the ears of the Black Armored Guard.

Guo Dalu was lost in his heart. He didn't realize when there was a young man in black robe next to him.

The Black Armored Imperial Guard was obviously shocked.

The mountain roads in the Qing Tombs were very long and very empty, with fine raindrops floating in the air, and the man in black robe suddenly appeared... but did not give people a sense of incongruity.

It seems that he should have appeared here.

Or, he had arrived here long ago, earlier than everyone else.

He is not a passerby, but others are.

The black armored guard was in a daze for a moment, and then he realized that this person was probably a rebel who had trespassed into the Qing Tomb. Before he could draw his sword, he saw an identity token hanging out. He suppressed his heart and raised his sword over his head with both hands, bowed his body very respectfully, and shouted in a deep voice: "I am in charge of the Grand Governor!"

“No need to be polite.”

Ning Yi's voice was a little hoarse, and he looked at Guo Dalu.

This simple man from Taozhicheng who had met with him once was indeed destined to be with him.

He could see at a glance that Guo Dalu was carrying the talisman given by his pseudonym Ning Chen. After refining the word "Fate" scroll, Ning Yi always maintained a respectful attitude towards the empty fate.

This is a good person.

And he is a person with a very strong fate.

"Great...Grandmaster?"

Guo Dalu was stuck in place, as if he was hit by thunder. He stared at Ning Yi in a daze. For some reason, he always felt that he had seen the young man in front of him, but after careful recollection, he could not remember anything.

After a moment.

He realized that the commander-in-chief mentioned by the black-armored guard was Ning Yi, the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Frontier Battle?!

Will Ning Yi actually know himself?

The young man in black robe smiled, pointed to the position of his chest, and said, "That piece of talisman paper is quite useful, right?"

Guo Dalu was as stupid as a rooster. He touched his talisman paper, looked at Ning Yi, and then at the Black Armored Guard.

He suddenly understood everything.

At this moment, the guards really dared not speak.

This rough man looks like an honest man, but he is not doing an honest thing.

Who can know the Grand Commander, how could he be a slut?

"Let's go." Ning Yi said softly, "I'll walk with him."

"It's... the Grand Governor." The Black Armored Imperial Guard dared to stop him again, but he always had a look of difficulty on his face. Although he turned sideways and let go of the mountain ban, he still said in a stern voice: "Grand Governor, I received a notice that there should be no idle people in the Jiazi City Garden of the Qing Tomb today. His Royal Highness will enter the tomb in Shenshi."

While speaking, the imperial guards looked at Guo Dalu.

Ning Yi's eyes were a little dazed when he heard the word "Crown Prince".

Song Jinglian's death to Jiazi City in battle was a bitter fruit that even heaven could not bear.
To be continued...