When Cui Wencheng and Xie Yun drove their horses to the place where the carriage fell, the night had completely fallen, and the bright stars were quietly hanging in the night sky, flickering and flickering, as if countless pairs of compassionate eyes were quietly looking at the beings under their feet.

A cool breeze wrapped in the cold meaning of the mountain forest, gently blowing, only the surrounding leaves can be heard "rattling", adding a bit of gloom and sadness to this quiet mountain forest.

"Father-in-law. ”

Xie Yun's voice suddenly reminded him, and as his gaze went, Cui Wencheng also saw the torches lit by the stars not far away, his body couldn't help but stiffen suddenly, and he grabbed the reins tightly in his hand, and then drove his horse slowly over.

Gradually, everything in front of him was close, and Cui Wencheng, who was close, could only watch the wreckage of the carriage and horse lying there lonely, and not far away, the people of Gyeonggi Defense were holding torches, but they were standing there solemnly, and when they heard the sound and saw Cui Wencheng who came over, his face suddenly became dark and unbearable, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't even pronounce a word when he got to his mouth.

Feeling this strange atmosphere, Cui Wencheng's heart gradually became cold, and when he shook, his body shook, and he rolled off the horse tremblingly.

"Father-in-law—"

"Lord Shangshu—"

Feeling Xie Yun's nervous hand, Cui Wencheng brushed it away, and he couldn't hear it in his ears anymore, at this moment his eyes were only the place surrounded by the torches, even if it was so far away, he could see the familiar figure from the layers of people.

Watching Cui Wencheng falter, walking towards that desolate place with a sudden old age, Xie Yun, who wanted to help behind him, but couldn't bear to help, was also desolate in his heart, and his slightly weak hand couldn't help but hold it tightly, only to feel that all variables came too quickly.

"Madame, ma'am—"

Cui Wencheng's clothes brushed the dead leaves of the bushes around him, making a slight sound, under the cold and bright moonlight, his eyes were fixed on the figure lying quietly on the ground, and every step under his feet gradually became extremely heavy, as if stepping on the knife mountain, cold and stinging.

"Lord Shangshu, please mourn—"

The Zheng Zheng men who were standing silently in front of them couldn't help lowering their heads when they saw this, and spit out this unbearable but unspeakable sentence in their obscure words.

Cui Wencheng staggered towards that place as if he hadn't heard it, and everyone couldn't help but turn their heads when they saw this, and turned respectfully to give way to it, and in an instant, Yuan, who was lying there silently, appeared in front of them like this.

Cui Wencheng's feet suddenly seemed to be nailed, his face was pale and desperate, and the eyes that were enough to intimidate the rebels on the battlefield in the past were already slightly hot at this moment, and gradually surged up with moisture that had not been covered for a long time, and suddenly, the familiar figure was blurred.

"Ma'am, we're home—"

The man's desolate and slightly choked voice slowly floated in the mountains and forests, everyone present was silent, Xie Yun stood there, looking at the sudden death in front of him, he could no longer move his steps, so he had to clench his fists and stand there in amazement.

The hem of the clothes brushed the dead leaves on the ground and made a "thorn, thorn, thorn-" sound, until he walked to Yuan's side, the resolute back of the mountain suddenly collapsed, and under the relaxation, he fell to his knees, and the exclamations around him did not disturb the awe-inspiring and trembling back.

I saw Cui Wencheng quietly stretching out his hands, as if he wanted to hug the person in front of him, but the dazzling and bright blood in front of him almost filled his entire pupils, making his hands stiff there, unable to move for half a minute.

When he went to court today, the person who was still smiling and gently arranging the crown for him was lying there quietly at this moment, as if he was asleep, and his originally white face was even more miserable in the moonlight, and behind Yuan's head, there was an extremely sharp stone, and at this moment in the moonlight, it was faintly glowing with hideous and terrifying blood.

In the pool of blood, Yuan's dress was already soaked, solidified into dried blood, and sludge and dead leaves, looking bleak and desolate.

In Cui Wencheng's mind, his wife Yuan is such a dignified woman, but everything in front of her ruthlessly tears those dignified ones apart.

Cruel and cold.

Cui Wencheng's expression trembled slightly because of grief, and he gently reached out between his hands, touching Yuan's cold hand without a trace of temperature, his body couldn't help but shake suddenly, and when he lowered his head, there was obviously a tear falling, but he still forced himself to pull out a trace of gentleness, and called unhurriedly: "Madam, I'm here to pick you up." ”

It was as if she was still there, and everything in front of her was just a dream.

The people present lowered their heads in disgust when they heard this, and their eyes were wet.

However, when the words fell, except for the sound of the night wind blowing through the mountains and forests, Cui Wencheng didn't hear anything, and the breath of pathos rushed straight out of his chest, at this moment he couldn't suppress it anymore, let alone paralyze himself, and immediately painfully hugged Yuan's already stiff body in his arms, hoping that the person in his arms could open his eyes again in his warmth and say a word to him.

"Why is this happening, why is this happening-"

Feeling the gradually cold blood in the back of Yuan's head condensed in his palm little by little, spreading, the man roared in pain, almost collapsed and cried, but his hand was thrown tightly to hug the weak body, not daring to relax at all, as if as soon as he let go, the person in front of him would suddenly disappear and disappear.

In the mountains and forests, the cold breeze blows more and more fiercely, and you can only see the torches shaking violently, and the light that falls on the ground is also ethereal, and at this moment, the Zheng Zheng man who once dominated the battlefield and quelled the rebellion seems to be old in an instant, and the hair on the sideburns is scattered in the ears in embarrassment, faintly through the light, you can see the silver sideburns, which makes people feel desolate and unbearable.

Lao Ji is in the woods, and his ambitions are thousands of miles.

The martyrs are in their twilight years, and their hearts are strong.

Xie Yun stood silently behind Cui Wencheng, looking at the veteran's depressed back, and couldn't help but hover these two sentences in his ears for a long time, and suddenly, it seemed that someone was singing in a low and thick voice in this mountain forest, which made people even more sad.

And at this moment, Xie Yun was not only painful for the parting of Cui Wencheng and Yuan, but also couldn't help but float in his mind the girl who was vaguely similar to Yuan, her clenched fists gradually became cold, he couldn't imagine that when she knew about Yuan's departure, the beautiful and gentle smile would still be there in the future, and that strong and determined voice would laugh and whisper to him as before.

If he could, he would rather everything in front of him be a dream, and when he woke up, everything would be back to its original position.