Ye Qingling never thought that Ye Guyu would be empty of the old forest spring and drunk flowers, and from then on stay away from the mud of this temple, he knew that Ye Guyu was definitely not the kind of person who was a pot of turbid wine and laughed about the next life of Dongli who only wanted to enjoy his old age in peace.

His life is either a happy enmity and enmity of fighting the sword and the end of the world, or the high name of the temple will go down in history, and he will definitely not be mediocre.

So Ye Qingling didn't have any thoughts about Ye Guyu's decision to return to the military world, but felt that it was originally Ye Guyu's destination, and the military world was the stage for him Ye Guyu to gallop.

He is a born general!

Liuchuan Chasing Clouds, the number one master of kendo in the Black Sun Empire, disappeared without a trace like a dragon after the incident on the General's Mountain, or Liuchuan Chasing Clouds, a martial idiot who does not eat the fireworks of the world, does not disdain the entanglements and disputes of the red world.

He Zhennan and Ye Guyu left Jiangjun Mountain first to prepare for the south, Xuanyuan Shenji escorted the Chen family, including Chen Pujia, who was seriously injured and unconscious, to Liaodong.

The autumn wind kills, and the fallen leaves are scattered.

In such a season, Ye Qingling and Ling Huyunruo walked on the way down the mountain, neither of them spoke, but there was a tacit understanding in each other's hearts that did not need to be described in words.

The mountain breeze blew Ling Hu Yunruo's hair, and at the moment Ye Qingling turned around, he suddenly felt that the style at that moment was as moving as the blooming of the hollow valley orchid, how could he Ye Qingling, let Ling Hu Yunruo follow him so sparingly?

The most difficult to accept the grace of beauty, probably that's it.

"You really don't plan to meet the girl of Hongdou before going south? you also know the character of that girl, I'm afraid that if I don't see you, I won't give up easily, I can't persuade you. Linghu Yunruo said softly.

This voice wafted a faint sour smell in the empty mountains, Ye Qingling was a little helpless, this man, looking at the great mountains and rivers in late autumn, seemed to be sighing something, didn't answer, but said: "Chen Zhizhou can see through the drama, but I, Ye Qingling, am willing to make a wedding dress for someone, is it that I, the prince of the dynasty, are I a little unworthy of the name?"

When Ling Huyun heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he said: "The eldest husband has something to do and something not to do, but although the dust has settled on this matter, the grievances between you and the Chen family in the north are probably not so easy to resolve, not to mention the treacherous Chen Zhizhou, if the immortal Chen Pujia wakes up, in the future, this game of chess in Huaxia will be the color of who's family, I'm afraid it won't be like that." ”

Ye Qingling nodded noncommittally.

"This time, the master agreed to Nie Lao's request to go south, not to mention whether there was fraud for the time being, but from the perspective of a bystander, I have endured humiliation for so many years, and I should also send the master to Spring City, as for the direction of discovery in the future of the dynasty"

When Ye Qingling said this, he suddenly paused, his expression was a little hesitant, and then he looked resolute and said: "I believe that with you in power, and Nalan Xuanming, Xiaode, Li Fengchen, who has an unstoppable rise momentum, and Shangguan Wan'er, the third-generation leaders of the dynasty, I believe that the annexation of Prince Lin Wangfeng is just around the corner." ”

Ling Hu Yunruo smiled bitterly, the development of the dynasty has today's scale, Ye Qingling is at the helm behind the scenes, and now with Ye Qingling's surface, the storms set off in the capital, coupled with the self-defilement of a certain circle in Yanjing or the gentleman who sits on the mountain to watch the tiger fight, one by one, Yu Hang is the deputy director of the economic and trade department with the heaviest gold content, Liuhuashan, Qin Wanqing and other big deans are small, and the surname Zhou who has never been to the banquet is obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp。

"It seems that I have exhausted the limelight, but in fact, in this pool of water in the capital, the people who are emerging are all insignificant characters, and the road ahead is destined to be endless, and the smoke of gunpowder is filled!" Ye Qingling muttered softly.

Glancing at this splendid mountain and river, Ye Qingling sighed softly, I don't know what to think, only the mountain wind is blowing endlessly, for some reason, Ye Qingling actually felt an inexplicable chill.

Nothing to say all the way.

Bidding farewell to Linghu Yunruo, Ye Qingling went to the hospital where her mother lived alone.

The sky of the capital is filled with deep haze, as if an invisible hand is pressing down, which is breathless, and behind the brilliance, there are too many unknown bitterness.

At the moment when she approached the ward, Ye Qingling saw that Ye Hexuan, the founder of Guohe Group, the old guy who was calling for wind and rain in the entire business community of Huaxia Country, was wiping his face with a towel for his mother Xie Lan, over and over again, tirelessly.

At this moment, Ye Qingling's mind was turning, in fact, in the final analysis, no matter what Ye Hexuan was, he was just the husband of a wife and the father of a son at this time.

"Coming?" Ye Hexuan didn't look back, and said softly.

It's just that in this tone, there seems to be some unknown melancholy, the kind of thought that is very well disguised, but it seems to be inadvertently fragmented, and it was captured by Ye Qingling, whether it is true or false, at least Ye Qingling feels at the moment that Ye Hexuan is a man in the real sense at this moment.

Ye Qingling didn't answer, walked into the ward, sat on the chair next to her, and quietly looked at the sleeping woman, the kind face that appeared in her dreams many times, but at this moment, it was like a knife, deeply piercing Ye Qingling's heart.

"Mom-"

Ye Qingling called softly, but it seemed to be a cry from the depths of her soul.

The sleeping woman seemed to have a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she had read the child's deep heart at this moment, the original heart that had not changed for decades.

The smile on the corner of his mouth is slightly raised, just like a begonia sleeping before waking up, but it is like a spring breeze.

"I heard that Ye Guyu is going south to Spring City to take up a post, and you want to give him a ride?" Ye Hexuan suddenly asked.

Ye Qingling nodded lightly.

Ye Hexuan sighed lightly, as if a thousand words were choked in his throat like this, and he had never spoken, and there was a trace of sorrow in the depths of his eyes that he had never felt before, and there was some inexplicable coldness.

"The southwest is not a good place, when your third uncle was a young man, he died in Xishu, and when he fought the golden scales south, he also broke his wings heroically, Qin Song of the eleventh dragon list broke the bank of the Lancang River, and Ye Guyu went south this time, I am afraid that something will happen. Ye Hexuan said.

Ye Qingling sneered.

"I will take care of my wife, as for you, just do what you want to do, if one day, I really can't bear it, remember that you still have a father. Ye Hexuan suddenly said inexplicably.

Ye Qingling sneered, then lowered her head slightly, kissed her mother on the forehead gently, and turned to leave.

On this day, Ye Qingling and He Zhennan followed Ye Guyu and went south to Spring City.