Ning Sichen, on his side, was not in a hurry to return to Beijing to resume his life. He also hoped in his heart that he could find Shu Zhenxuan, the living Shu Zhenxuan.

Another two days passed, in the woods outside the Gray Rock Valley, Shu Qingyue walked through a low bush, walking, her steps became slower and slower, slower and slower, finally, she stopped, slowly squatted down, she put her forehead against the back of her hand holding her knees, so sad.

It was getting dark, and it was dark in the dense jungle.

The sound of the wind stroking Xiao Xiao in his ears is like a wordless song.

"Miss, I believe that the second general must still be alive." Yue Rongfei squatted down and stayed by her side.

After a long time, Shu Qingyue stood up again.

At this time, she was haggard and pale, and her weak body seemed to have been drained of all her strength, and she stood as if she would be blown down by the wind at any moment.

"Let's go back." Yue Rongfei said.

Shu Qingyue just nodded and didn't speak.

Yue Rongfei held Shu Qingyue's shoulder with one hand, passed her knee with the other, and hugged her in his arms, she was so light, so light that he couldn't feel any weight.

He walked slowly and steadily along the way back.

Shu Qingyue turned her shoulders sideways and buried her entire face in Yue Rongfei's chest.

On the city tower, Ning Sichen stood at a battlement, as far as the eye could see, Yue Rongfei came from the direction of the woods with Shu Qingyue in his arms, they walked very slowly, very slowly, and he could only see two blurred figures, moving forward slowly.

She must be very uncomfortable.

There were stars in the night sky, one, two, three, four, five, more and more, however, no matter how many stars there were, they could not illuminate the world in the darkness.

It's been a few days of delay in Shan Yang City, and it's time to go back.

The next day, the army was reorganized, and the class returned to the court.

Outside the city of Shanyang.

The army was gathered, Ning Sichen walked to the front of the team, just like when he came, he jumped on horseback, and gave the order to "go", the neatly arranged soldiers rubbed shoulders one after another, and the mighty team turned away from the direction of Shan Yang City.

When marching, Ning Sichen took the lead, and Yue Rongfei and Shu Qingyue followed in the middle of the team. Although it is a team, there are more than 90,000 people, which is thousands of kilometers long. It was also that short distance of a few hundred meters, Ning Sichen was in front, Shu Qingyue was behind, and along the way, he and her never met again.

Half a month later, the army returned to Pingcheng.

In less than two months, everything has changed.

Ning Sichen entered the palace alone to resume his life, and all the soldiers of Chu Huiguo sent Shu Shengxuan's body back to his house together.

On the door of the Marshal's Mansion, white silk has been hung, the breeze is coming, the cloth wisps are flying lightly, and the dancing white is like a funeral flower that is about to die.

"Dad, we're home."

The day of Shu Shengxuan's funeral was set for the tenth day of September, and on that day, all the people in Pingcheng crowded the street to see each other, even if the emperor went out on patrol, the scene was not so big. The sound of mourning and music was full of flying paper money, and many women couldn't help crying, and children also cried with them.

Shu Qingyue held her father's spiritual plaque in her hand and walked at the front of the funeral procession, step by step, all of them were so painful, step by step, they were all so reluctant.

"Generalissimo, go all the way."

"Generalissimo, go all the way."

"Generalissimo, go all the way."

Shen Haonan shouted, and the soldiers who saw him off also shouted, followed by the people who followed, "Generalissimo, go all the way." A few words, mighty and powerful, resounded in the sky.

"Boom." There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and it seemed that he was also sending Shu Shengxuan on his last journey.

And among the people who saw them off, there were a few more people.

She Shuman was dressed in plain clothes, and a white flower was inserted in her hair, she stood at the back of the crowd and followed the funeral procession step by step. She Shuman never imagined that this would be the result. Shu Shengxuan died in battle, and Shu Zhenxuan's life and death are unknown...... Heaven, how can you be so cruel. She Shuman looked at the black coffin carried by the soldiers, it was just a coffin, but it was eternally separated, just like three years ago, and suddenly, her eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Her heart hurts, not only because of Shu Shengxuan, but also because of Shu Ziqian, who died three years ago.

A few meters away from She Shuman, there was also Ning Sichen standing among the people, who also came to see off Shu Shengxuan.

As a marshal, throughout the ages, how many people can be sent by the people?

In the end, Ning Sichen's gaze still fell on Shu Qingyue, far away, he couldn't see her face very clearly, only that the white filial piety clothes were so white that they lost color.

Will she make it through?

In addition to She Shuman and Ning Sichen, there were two people sitting in the two teahouses on different streets on both sides, both by the window. Ning Feixue was in the Xingsheng Teahouse on the left, and she watched the funeral procession go farther and farther, and her graceful eyes were cold. In the Hongtai Teahouse on the right, Zhou Pingshen also looked at the street outside the window, playing with two round stones in his hand, his expression was calm, and a smile flowed from his eyebrows.

The funeral procession has already left the city, at the gate of the city, the people have been gathered for a long time, She Shuman is still in the crowd, in the afterglow, she saw Ning Sichen. She turned her face, and Ning Sichen was looking out of the city. Ning Sichen, Ning Feixue, and She Shuman's eyes also changed, it was cold, and it was hatred.

Ning Sichen seemed to sense the cold light from a distance, and he looked at where She Shuman was just now, but She Shuman was already gone.

Right and wrong, grievances, and endless wars have brought too much resentment.

Shu Shengxuan was buried on Xiangshan in the western suburbs of the city, and Shu Qingyue's mother and eldest brother were also buried there.

In the days that followed, people came from all over the world to pay their respects.

And after the day of the funeral, Shu Qingyue locked herself in her room.

Yue Rongfei walked into the West Garden where Shu Qingyue lived.

The maid came out of her room with her food, and all the food was not touched at all.

"Miss still doesn't eat?" Yue Rongfei asked the maid.

"I haven't even touched the chopsticks." The maid shook her head, and she asked worriedly. "General Yue, it's been a few days, what if Miss keeps going like this?"

"It's going to be fine." Yue Rongfei looked at the closed door in front of him, and he said.

He believes that Shu Qingyue will definitely get better. Because, she is Shu Qingyue.

"If anything happens to the young lady, tell me immediately." Yue Rongfei explained to the maid.

"General Yue, do you want to go and see Miss?" The maid asked.

"At this time, she should want to be alone and quiet." After Yue Rongfei asked the maid, he glanced at the room where Shu Qingyue was, and turned to leave.

That night, the maid told Yue Rongfei that Shu Qingyue had already started eating.

Early the next morning, Shu Qingyue asked Yue Rongfei and Zhao Zhongping to come in.

When Yue Rong flew into the West Garden, Shu Qingyue was standing in the courtyard, she had obviously lost a lot of weight, and her thin figure was standing alone, like a weak willow supporting the wind, which was pitiful.