Bu Ri stumbled to the courtyard where Jing Zhaoyi was holding him in the morning sun, and he looked at the devastated courtyard burned by the fire, and knelt on the ground with a 'plop', just like his weak heart at this time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After a night of running, he found the answer he wanted, and it is the same thing for people to go once and twice in this life.

He only said why bother himself.

Sometimes, the truth should be buried in the long river of history, until it becomes pale and tasteless, and then future generations will judge right and wrong.

Last night he saw the man who led him when he was a child and gave him to the old patriarch, and after more than twenty years, that person was already gray-haired and had a rickety chest.

The man was guarding an old courtyard, making his last persistence. It seems that every day is repeating the last glory, the bright sunshine and bright smile, everything seems to be vivid, never far away, he has been alone for a long time, he doesn't know the meaning of his life in the world, just to keep the last memory? Or are you waiting for the child to grow up and finally return?

"You're here after all." The old man's eyes were plain, "I had no choice but to send you away, and now I can see you again in my lifetime, the old man is very pleased." ”

"You've been waiting for me?" Buri confirmed.

"I can't say I'm waiting for you, it's good if you're here, it's not good. This is not the place where you should be, you should be like the goshawk flying under the vast sky, not staying in this cage. This is just a little wish from your father's generation, for which generations of people have been sacrificed. ”

"Why?" To do this?

"Let's go, kid."

The old man took out a yellow handkerchief from the cupboard and handed it to Bu Ri, signaling that this was the last thing he could give him.

The upper southeast corner of Jingzhaoyi Mansion.

Several government soldiers who stayed here suddenly saw a figure appear on the ruins, and hurriedly stepped forward with a big knife to investigate, but saw that this person turned out to be the patriarch of the Yi tribe, Bu Ri, one of them hurriedly ran to Lord Jing Zhaoyi to pray, and the other people took the big knife to set up Bu Ri, who had no heart to resist.

Jing Zhaoyi listened to the advice of the soldiers, and naturally put down his whole heart, Li Daitao's method can finally be discarded and not used, and the ceremony of sacrificing prisoners can also be carried out happily.

Noon had just arrived, and the sun was rising.

The emperor stands on the city tower, congratulates God on my dynasty, and all offenders from all directions will be punished.

The patriarch of the Houyi tribe, Bu Ri, expressed his submission to the Celestial Empire, paid tribute every year, and was willing to be a vassal.

On top of the prisoner sacrifice ceremony, the emperor also rewarded a number of southwest generals to revive the declining war in the Western Regions.

The day before the captive ceremony, news came from the Western Regions, the frontier suffered a big defeat, Zhang Xun was forced to retreat to the border city, and Cen Tayuan, who led the Cen family's army, disappeared into the long desert and disappeared.

Cen Ta Ge, who heard the news, couldn't wait to put on his wings and fly to the border of the Western Regions immediately, but things were so out of his reach.

Compared with the lively streets outside, there was silence in the Chang'an Marquis' Mansion.

Cen Tage looked at the book quietly in the study, and the servants were careful not to make unnecessary movements.

"Meiluo, what do you mean when you say that life and death are fateful and wealth is in the sky?"

Mei Luo lowered her head and replied softly, "County Lord, you can eat something, your body is still very weak." ”

"Does this auspicious person have his own heavenly appearance?"

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