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Murong Qing did not forget those soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country, let alone the heroes who returned alive. He set up a grand banquet in the palace, accompanied by the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, and ceremoniously welcomed the returning soldiers.

Before the luxurious palace banquet, it is a solemn and solemn sacrifice in the Taizheng Palace.

Because the Paiyun Pavilion has not yet started, there are four silk statues of monarchs and ministers in the east Taizheng Hall, which are the first emperor Chu Tianshu, who has already done the ancient left and right phases, and now adds Su Rui, the prince of An.

In the solemnity of sandalwood, the five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on the emperor's white silk plain clothes is brilliant, with the momentum of swallowing the sun and the moon. He led the crowd to worship the heroic spirit, and slowly knelt down on the top of the main hall, behind him thousands of people were silent.

can give himself the honor of this brother-in-law, Murong Qing is not stingy at all, but he can't be like the excerpt of the Ministry of Rites, and the honor of recovering respect for him.

Su Rui took the responsibility of guarding Xixia before his death, and was willing to be a courtier, how could he enjoy that kind of nondescript honor, Murong Qing felt that he could understand the brother-in-law under Jiuquan.

The silk paintings hanging on the wall are hand-painted by the first-class Danqing Kingdom, and the strokes are lifelike, and even the flow patterns of the heavy armor on Su Rui's body reflecting the sunlight are clearly visible.

Murong Qing raised his head and stood in front of him with a smile as if he was a brother-in-law.

The emperor has never forgotten Su Rui's determination to support his ascendancy, and has never forgotten Su Rui's sacrifice for Xixia, and only hopes that with Su Rui's death, these grievances and hatreds will be put aside, and their next generation will be in the sky.

In the Fengluan Palace, the news of Su Rui's coffin entering Beijing was naturally reported to Queen Chu as soon as possible.

Queen Chu was worried about her sister's body, so she ordered a warm sedan chair to prepare to drive the king's mansion. Thinking that Murong Wei, as the eldest daughter, naturally should come forward, and ordered someone to pass her over immediately.

Aunt Qin quickly washed off the fat powder for Queen Chu, changed into a Yunjin plain skirt with Yuan white Fang Sheng's dark patterns, a moon-white fox fur and a silk cotton jacket, and put on the plain silver phoenix bead hairpin that she put away a few days ago.

After Queen Chu put on her makeup, Murong Wei also packed up and walked in.

Queen Chu saw that she had already changed into plain clothes, and the white silk pinched the waist and embroidered the wide-sleeved jacket of ink lotus, and the standing collar and cuffs were covered with solemn fox fur and black edges. Twelve white silk skirts reach the ground, only with silver threads to hook the dark lines, a few silver pieces on the bun, and a crystal bead flower.

The daughter's demeanor was solemn, the makeup was very appropriate, Queen Chu nodded secretly, took her hand, and the mother and daughter sat in the Yunfeng warm sedan chair in one color, and the honor guard swept out of the middle palace.

Empress Chu only regarded her daughter as a flower raised in the greenhouse, without wind and frost. Holding her hand, he told her sadly: "Your uncle's coffin has returned, and I don't know how your aunt can stand it." In a moment, persuade your aunt to mourn her. ”

In the previous life, Murong Wei already knew the general experience, but in this life, Queen Chu still talked about the courage of King An again, and said that he stood tall with several arrows in his body and firmly guarded the gate of Xixia Kingdom.

Empress Chu's news also came from Li Zhifang's twists and turns, and at this time she did not know that it did not match the real situation. She picked up what her daughter could hear, and talked about it until her blood boiled.

In this great battle that lasted from a year ago to today, Xixia Kingdom returned with a complete victory, but unfortunately it was not only those young hot-blooded men who remained on the battlefield, but also Su Rui, who was the commander of the first army.

The queen mother whispered, and Murong Wei listened carefully.

In her last life, her mother told her the same thing. Listening to it again, Murong Wei was full of admiration for her uncle.

Such a man who stands up to the sky and the earth has never broken his promise, he was the first to bow down to his father, and he defended his father and Xixia with his life, no matter how many secrets he carried, he was worthy of her worship.

"Ah Wei, you see how difficult this peace and tranquility is, how many people's blood will be shed in exchange for this piece of peace and stability. General Su has gone, and Xixia is missing an Optimus Prime. ”

Chu Yaoguang has no one to complain about these words on weekdays, so he can only bury them deep in his heart. Carrying Su Rui's background, he is more or less a dull thorn.

Chu Yaoguang couldn't hold it in front of her daughter for a while, and a tear fell on her plain white sleeve, like a plain plum blossom that had bloomed, and disappeared.

Murong Wei raised her head again, and the queen mother restrained her emotions, and her eyes turned silent.

The memories of the past life did not become blurred with the long life of the abandoned palace in the future, but became clear in the memories again and again.

She still remembers that just a few days before the Laba Festival, her aunt also entered the palace, with such a good smell of hibiscus on her body as usual, and her quiet and soft gaze was as quiet as a pool, which made people not want to move away when they saw it.

The aunt stroked her satin-like hair, laughed at the laziness of the queen mother, and promised to give her her her favorite Shu brocade silk dress embroidered with roses during the New Year.

The mother is like a fire, always vigorous and resolute, and the aunt is as soft as water, always quiet and distant, but more like a quiet harbor.

Thinking of such a soft aunt in the previous life, who was so desperate in the end, forced Su Duhan to withdraw from the army with death, and finally committed suicide in the city tower, Murong Wei's heart suddenly soured, and she hid in her mother's arms in a trance.

The road was not long, and the snow seemed to be falling heavier, and a few pieces came in from the cracks in the brocade curtain that had not been covered, and were pounced on by the heater in the car, and turned into spring water in a blink of an eye.

Looking out, the white floc in the sky connects the sky and the earth, like an endless curtain, thick and impossible to open.

Murong Wei thought of herself in her previous life again. It was the first time, and her heart was completely filled with endless sorrow, full of confusion about the future.

And now, my heart is still at a loss, the young man in white standing in front of the door will appear in front of him, already separated from the life and death hatred of the country's ruin, and when the enemy stands in front of him, he doesn't know how to deal with it.

Holding a cloisonné enamel lotus pond lotus pattern begonia hand stove in his hand, the warmth of the palm gradually spread to the whole body, and a heat wave slowly surged in Murong Wei's heart, the past is over, the most important thing in this life is to protect yourself and your family from being safe and sound.

The palace of King An is about the place where the celebration banquet in the palace and the joy of domestic victory cannot be transmitted. The entire street was covered with countless fluttering white silk lows, dyeing everything plain white in the snow.

The white snow, the white silk, the white clothes, the white sky and the white earth, everywhere is a suffocating silence. The cries from near and far are high and low, one after another, which makes people feel more and more poignant.

The thick ginkgo tree in front of the door still had some leaves left that had not yet fallen, and countless strings of ice cubes hung on the dead branches, some of which could not withstand the weight of the snow, and broke down, making a crisp clicking sound, turning into a piece of crystal.