Zhao Bufan stood silently in front of the new mounds, perhaps the name and surname engraved on the new monument, as the crown prince, Zhao Bufan never knew, but everything that happened to them was always remembered.

Change often comes from an inadvertent moment, and now Zhao Bufan has strengthened his heart, the people are everything, and without the people, there would be nothing today.

In the past, I was always obsessed with cultivation, but I didn't know where to go high and what to do after I reached the height. The defeat of the Quartet with the obsession of the whole master during his lifetime, or the lonely master who hid in the mountains and forests to be an idle cloud and wild crane, it seems that it is not. If you fall here, you can't live up to the expectations of the whole situation......

"Report to the young master, someone asks to see!"

Zhao Bufan knew that if it wasn't for an urgent matter, no one would dare to disturb him at this time. Therefore, he didn't look back and said, "Call here!"

Not long after the person who reported the incident reported, the third son of the Zhao family, who was working by Ruozhu's side before, ran to Zhao Bufan in two steps and one step at a time, and knelt down with his clothes. said: "The young master is above, the third son of the Zhao family army is back in the team, please accept my worship!"

"Get up and speak!" Zhao Bufan turned around and stretched out his hands after speaking.

"Young Master Xie, I was at Ye Zangguang's place before, Ruozhu sent me over this time, and the first thing he did was to express his sorrow for the brothers in the deceased Zhao family's army. He said that the fog could not fall on the green hills, and the rain reflected the sun. The soul of the Zhao family is still there, and the heavens and the earth are heroic!"

"Good brother, bring the pen!"

After Zhao Bufan finished speaking, one of the followers took out the four treasures of the study from the car next to him. Looking at the black ink, Zhao Bufan felt even more ashamed of the dead soldiers of the Zhao family, biting his middle finger, Yin Hong's blood kept dripping in the ink.

"Bring me the military flag of the Zhao family!"

When the two Zhao Jiajun slowly sent the military flag to Zhao Bufan's hands step by step, Zhao Bufan forcefully put the flagpole on the ground, stained with ink soaked in blood, and wrote Ruozhu's gift poem on the military flag that was waving in the wind. For a while, sorrow turned into courage. As long as you have the heart to move forward, there will never be a dead end.

After throwing away the pen in his hand, Zhao Bufan asked Xiao Sanzi: "You said the first thing before, what else does Ruozhu have to explain?"

"Yes, he wants a rope, the longer the better, there is no upper limit!" replied the little third son truthfully.

"Rope, what is the use of rope?" Zhao Bufan was puzzled.

"Ye Zangguang seems to have fallen into a deep stream!"

The words of the third son directly nailed Zhao Bufan to the spot like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Ye Zangguang's accident is not unusual, it seems that he has never had a smooth time along the way, and it is precisely because of this that he has created his unyielding character. But it seems unlikely that you have fallen into a deep ravine, but anyone who has walked through thorns knows the value of caution.

"Who pushed him down?" Zhao Bufan said, taking a step forward, intending to listen carefully.

This is still inconclusive, but according to Ruozhu's inference, Ye Zangguang should have jumped off to save people, although the others did not agree, but they did not object, it seems that this is the only explanation that makes sense at present. ”

Zhao Bufan pondered for a long time and said: "You go back now, if there is anything over there, report to me in time, there is no need for others to pass through, I will go and prepare the rope immediately." ”

Zhao Bufan has always been a resolute master in doing things, and after sending away the third son, he immediately returned to the palace, but after seeing Zhao Tingxuan, he left in a hurry, the meaning is very clear, I came back alive......

Zhao Tingxiao knows his son too well, but the surprises of these many days are enough to enjoy the second half of his life, and the rest is not important......

Ropes can be found everywhere, but finding them can be difficult. If it's a short splicing together, when it's done, it's estimated that even white hair will grow when it's finished.

It seems that we have to find a rope long enough so that it doesn't take too much time to pick it up. But where to find such a rope, even if he racked his brains, Zhao Bufan couldn't think of it.

There was no choice but to cast a net and let more people find a way, and Zhao Bufan came to Honglian's residence alone.

The tranquility is still there, no matter how noisy the world is, the tranquility here is still the same. Looking at the water full of vitality, and then looking at the flowers and plants that seemed to not wither even in winter, Zhao Bufan's heart also calmed down. Gains and losses are like clear spring flowing water, blending into winter and summer flowers.

"Come in, come in, keep that futon for you!" came the elegant voice of the red lotus in the room.

This is a magical woman who has changed all her life, and in the end seems to be back to the beginning. There is no sound of gold and stone in her voice, but it gives people a sense of grandeur.

Zhao Bufan came once, and that was before all this happened. It's over, it's coming again, it's really a change in mentality.

The simple arrangement seems to have little change, and sitting on the futon that I once sat on, it seems that there is still the residual warmth of the last time.

"The younger generation is here to ask for something this time!" Zhao Bufan's performance has changed dramatically from the last time.

Seeing this, Honglian smiled slightly, and said, "I never leave anyone here to eat, and your father is no exception......

Where can Zhao Bufan pay attention to Honglian's ridicule at this moment, and said truthfully: "Ye Zangguang has an accident, in the deep stream outside the city, there must be someone to go down to see what is going on, but there is no rope, you should understand what I mean." ”

Honglian didn't seem to be as anxious as Zhao Bufan, and motioned for Zhao Bufan to sit down again with gentle eyes, and then said slowly: "I really don't know if you have really learned something after this time." Don't focus your eyes on the palace, although there are all high-powered people here, but if there are no strange people and strange people, if you can't blend in, you can only be outcast. The common people do not only know how to eat, drink, and die, birth, old age, sickness and death. The stuff there is something that a person, including you, can't learn in a lifetime. There is an old woman in Dongcheng, named Magu, I don't know how old I am, and I can't tell you how old you are. ”

Zhao Bufan was usually obsessed with cultivation, although he knew that this Shengcheng was not as he imagined, it was full of ordinary people, but he had not been to investigate. Now when I heard Honglian mention it, she shook her eyes and said: "Dongcheng, Magu! Thank you seniors, and the juniors will come to thank you in the future." ”

Honglian didn't expect that the once unruly young man in front of him would thank him in person, waved his hand and said, "There's no need to thank you, people like to be quiet when they're old, don't bother me if it's okay." Even if there is a problem, you must learn to solve it yourself. Let's go......"

Seeing Zhao Bufan leave, Honglian's thoughts drifted farther and farther away, and the whole person seemed to be petrified.

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