Murong Wei calmed down, and with the action of the old lady twisting the Buddha beads, she silently recited the Buddha name in her heart. The sound of the Buddha's horn in the www.biquge.info of the pen and the fun pavilion is like the rain sprinkled over the heart in early spring, and the anxious mood at the beginning gradually calms down and turns into a quiet peace.

The two sat upright, with only patience and a long wait.

The more leaky sound is soft and smooth, like a drizzle, flowing slowly in an unchanging rhythm.

However, the kung fu of a pillar of incense was as long as the sea turned into a mulberry field, and Xia Yuzhi finally walked in with a strange face.

"What do you say about the kid surnamed Luo?" The old lady didn't move like a mountain, and asked in a deep voice.

Xia Yuzhi saluted his grandmother and replied: "It's not that I'm sick, I said that it was because of the lack of adaptation to the water and soil, I gave an injection, and I didn't prescribe medicine, I only said that I would eat the local home-ground tofu for a few days, and the second aunt had already instructed the kitchen." ”

After a while, the old lady pondered for a moment before she called warmly: "Awei, it's inconvenient for you to leave the palace, go back first." If there is news, I will ask Ah Yu to tell you. ”

In her past life and present life, Lao Taijun called herself Ah Wei for the first time, and there was more intimacy for her juniors in her words. Murong Wei's heart was warm, she smiled and agreed, knowing that she couldn't wait for the results today, so she said goodbye to the old lady, and then folded to Xia Lanxin and took a book of incense making at random, and then drove back to the palace.

Plum tea, incense in the furnace, plum blossom cheese, the next time is like sand in the hand, slowly leaking by.

Everyone in the Canwei Palace walked in a hurry, asking Murong Wei to instruct him to turn around like a marquee. Hongdou led a few palace maids to pick up the snow water in the plum rui day and day, filtered it and sealed it into the jar, and then buried it under the plum tree for cooking tea in the coming year.

The tassels shuttle between Shoukang Palace and Canwei Palace through the promenade in the center of the lake for days, the goose-yellow clothes are tied with green ribbons, and the slender figure is like a willow sprouting and pulling branches in early spring, full of fresh energy, and it also confirms the rumor that Murong Wei is addicted to making incense.

Mama Luo was not spared, the desserts that Murong Wei wanted changed three times a day, willful and coquettish, and stalking, sending her father, sending her mother, and giving it to her sister and younger brother, she always had to take care of it herself.

Everyone sent out, and the palace was much quieter. Fortunately, Yingluo came back to duty after her injury, and accompanied Murong Wei to make incense in the room, but the hundred incense could not be cured, and Murong Wei was still full of interest.

Xia Yuzhi counted the days of snowfall, and on the thirteenth day of the lunar month, Li Zhifang, the left general under Su Rui, arrived.

The army was still on the way back to Beijing, Li Zhifang first took 5,000 vanguard troops to escort Su Rui's coffin back to Beijing, day and night, the horse's hooves had to step through the frozen and hard fields in winter, step by step fast, and the heart was extremely heavy.

The war has ended, and King An has died nine times to get the enemy's surrender letter, but he didn't expect to die on the way back to Beijing.

The words of the fold written back are vague, and Li Zhifang still has to be holy in private. An arrow inserted in the heart of King An was a quenching arrow, but he did not find any enemy routs in the surrounding thirty miles, so he had to temporarily report that he was martyred, saying that the prince died on the battlefield.

In the light snow, Murong Qing led the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs to the Ten Mile Long Pavilion.

This ceremony was unprecedentedly grand and magnificent, the Janissaries in heavy armor lined up in a long line, and behind them were thousands of people in the capital, some came to pick up their children, some came to welcome the triumphant army, and more people came to pay homage to the general's coffin.

The bright yellow canopy flew in the snow and mist, and Murong Qing wore a purple and gold crown on his head, wearing a bright yellow brocade black fox vertical collar, standing solemnly.

On Murong Qing's side stood Su Duhan and Murong Peng on the left and right, Su Duhan was dressed in white clothes and white armor, his pale face was solemn, and he couldn't see joy and sorrow, until the young Murong Peng was wearing a black coat, and sadness hung directly on his face.

Three paces behind them were several columns of officials dressed in court uniforms according to their ranks. Behind is Jin Wuwei, who is led by Xia Yuzhi, who is responsible for the safety of everyone today.

The carpet at the feet of the Son of Heaven was not bright red or plain white, but a rich true purple, noble and solemn, extending all the way to the outer city gate.

The emperor greeted him personally, and Li Zhifang looked at it from afar with tears in his eyes.

He sent back the dead Su Rui, not the living Dragon and Tiger General.

Once a god-like existence, Su Rui's death caused panic in the army, but fortunately, the victory was decided at that time.

Li Zhifang is afraid that he will face a bleak wind and rain when he returns to the DPRK, if this is the case, where will the morale of the soldiers of the three armies be in the future? It is even more embarrassing for those dead brothers and the soldiers who have returned from their bloodshed.

In the trumpet, the gongs and drums, and the enthusiastic cheers of the people, Li Zhifang looked back at the flags behind him, his morale was high, and he really felt the joy of the long-lost victory at this moment.

He hurriedly took a few steps and bowed down under the long steps: "Minister Li Zhifang greeted Your Majesty, and the minister escorted Prince An back", Li Zhifang's head knocked on the thick true purple carpet, and he didn't notice that the tears had flowed out again, and suddenly sank into the thick blanket under his knees, dyeing the true purple into heavy purple.

The bright yellow figure gradually approached, and he got up with his own hands, his soothing voice was full of heartfelt concern, and the emperor's voice was calm and peaceful, and he said: "The general has worked hard all the way, hurry up." ”

The emperor's commendation, the cheers of the people, and the waving of the flag, the joy of victory finally diluted the clouds that had been hanging over the heads of the soldiers of the three armies, they seemed to have just come out of the shadow of the death of the dragon and tiger generals, as the soldiers who returned from Li Zhifang gradually showed a high-spirited smile on their faces, they also raised their arms and shouted with the people outside the field.

Murong Qing took three glasses of water and wine, slowly sprinkled them in front of the stage, sacrificed heaven and earth and sacrificed to the heroic spirits, and finally gave them to these soldiers who returned from blood, and everyone drank happily. After leaving Beijing for a few years, it has been a vicissitudes in the hearts of many people, and this glass of wine has relieved the vicissitudes of life, washed the dust, and healed many scars.

The snowflakes still fluttered, as if they were much smaller, like dancing elves, spinning lightly above people's heads, and then slowly falling down. Gradually, some people in the crowd found their relatives among the soldiers, and shouts of excitement and joy sounded everywhere, which was the warmth of home that these soldiers had not experienced for a long time.

Only Murong Qing drank all the wine in the cup, and walked towards Su Rui's coffin step by step. He pressed his head to the cold coffin, and in the dialect of his hometown, and in the usual way between him and Su Rui, he called out affectionately, "Brother-in-law, Twilight and I will take you home."

The cheers gradually stopped, the boiling people, as well as the triumphant soldiers, looked at the emperor who put his face on the coffin and condensed solemnly, everyone knelt down silently and sent General Su on his last journey.

Sixteen burly soldiers lifted the heavy coffin, and Murong Qing and Su Duhan walked towards the coffin, escorted by a team of heavily armored soldiers.

In the blurry snow, Su Duhan looked at Murong Qing who was holding the coffin, and bit his lower lip fiercely, Murong Peng followed his father's side, and his small back looked thin and slender.