As a result, the rest of Tari's food was liquid gruel.

As the name suggests, soft teeth are protected.

I didn't even put a single salt in it.

Deng Yi spread his hands and explained innocently, "This salt is one by one, and it feels hard when you look at it, what if you accidentally lose the teeth of the teacher and Qianruo?" Drink it, chopsticks can also be saved, hold it like me..."

He picked up a bowl of porridge and drank it all in one gulp.

The morning light came in through the bright silk of the window and shone on the three large porcelain pottery bowls.

The soup base is clear and recognizable, with rice grains floating in it. Su Qianruo counted it, and it seemed that there were almost fifty grains of rice.

Helplessly blowing open the porridge noodles, Su Qianruo sucked the porridge water like Deng Yan.

Close your lips when you take a sip, swallow and take another sip. It's pitiful not to have front teeth, and if you don't shut up, you'll flow out and you'll be laughed at.

The crossbow army came in the early hours of the morning, looked at the scene, and then stationed there, marching tents one after another, looking from a distance, like a white grave.

And the tent door that waives in the wind is like everyone's tombstone.

Everywhere there were collapsed squares and cracked grounds, blood and mud everywhere, some were directly blown into powder, some were hit by collapsed houses and died, some fell into the deep pit of the collapse and were buried with half of their hands exposed, and some were stuck in the cracks that were not open enough to give birth to their breath......

Half of Chang'an City became the hell of Shura.

At this time, the morning sun looked like blood from afar, and the glow spread in layers on the sky.

Dong Yuan looked at the iron tower standing in the center of Taifu's mansion, and looked down at the devastation under his feet. All the streets and houses were destroyed, and although it was to avenge the blood, too many people died. The price is too heavy.

A sense of desolation rose in my heart, like this ruin that had been blown up and had no road at all, and all roads had come to an end.

The life path that belongs to him Dong Yuan has also ended.

Nearly forty percent of the officials of this dynasty were killed...

The rest are all civil and military officials below the third rank in the other half of the city.

How hard the explosion was, how deep Song Yuan's hatred for Deng Su was, and on the contrary, it proved how deep his feelings for Dong Su were. That's why he made such a crazy move.

Dong Yuan sat on a remnant stone and squinted at the nine-story tower that was intact but only rusted. Under the mottled traces, a layer of dark white light seems to be revealed.

Mrs. Su was also standing on the ninth floor of the top of the tower at that time, looking at Dong Yuan from a distance through the vermilion railing.

The eyes of the two seemed to meet in the air.

And in fact, who knows that this is impossible.

It's a full fifty miles away.

Even if it was expected. But to see this tragic scene with your own eyes. The shock was indescribable. In the Wei Dynasty, since the death of the crown prince and the death of the imperial grandson, the roots seem to be rotting.

When Song Yuan first came to Taifu's Mansion and wanted to return to Deng Yi, Su Taifu knew that he was an extremely ambitious figure. Hidden deeply.

borrowed his hand to remove the rotten roots, and Emperor Wei was naturally generous.

Mrs. Su looked at this imperial capital that he had spent his life guarding and supporting, and the corners of his eyes gradually became wet.

He couldn't do anything about it anymore.

can only watch it and move towards the new era that Emperor Wei hopes for. Or... It was set aside by Song Yuan!

What is human life?

It's nothing but cannon fodder for a power game.

Even Mrs. Su guessed everything. There was nothing he could do, he just wanted to send Su Qianruo out and leave this bloody whirlpool.

When he was young, he followed Emperor Wei step by step to the high position, and he was once an emperor who worked hard and dared to act.

What is it that makes him disappear in conversation and laughter, and regard his old good ministers and friends as pawns that can be sacrificed at any time?

Dong Yuan took out the blue and white vase, poured all the black pills in the bottle into his mouth, swallowed hard, and nodded lightly towards the tower.

Mrs. Su looked at him with pity, let him die like this, let him think that he had no regrets, and he thought that he had done what the greatest father should do for his children, and then he carried a heavy black cauldron and died.

I don't know, sometimes it's a kind of happiness.

You can get unparalleled satisfaction.

Dong Yuan died, and someone hit the tank about the explosion. The smoke of the war should also be dispersed, and the tower that Minhang moved back from finally protected the Su family's bloodline.

Minhang... Sometimes your father used to envy you very much, and you just let it go, and you don't have to face the despair and end times of today.

Don't worry, your father will see Qianruo get married and leave Chang'an City.

"Deng Yi, follow as a teacher, have you ever regretted it?"

"Without a teacher, I would regret it."

Mrs. Su coughed violently, and the blood continued to break through the barrier of his teeth and roll outward.

Deng Ji knelt on the ground, hugged Mrs. Su's upper body tightly, and cried like a child who was about to be abandoned by his parents.

Blood blossomed one bright flower after another on the placket, and Mrs. Su stretched out her thin fingers and gently stroked the corners of Deng Yan's bun.

"Zhu'er, you are seven years younger than Min Hang, and as a teacher, I often think of him when I see you... I have hoped for countless times as a teacher, and the past can be scattered like a dream. Wake up to a new day. I have a body, a son, a daughter-in-law, a granddaughter, and a disciple to serve..."

"Zhu'er, the teacher has never persuaded you to spread the branches, Fengyu is a good girl, the best girl in the world. But fate is so terrible that we can't escape its tricks. If you can be with me and the teacher, I really want to break this fate, jump out of this cycle, and give the person I love the happiest and perfect future. ”

Deng Yan tilted his face, tears were still on his face, but his tone began to be resolute: "Teacher, it will be, if you wake up, if you hold on a little longer, there will always be hope." ”

Mrs. Su pulled the corners of her lips and smiled reluctantly, "Yes, I wish she was awake, but I have closed her countless times, hoping that she will always dream." But now, I can't protect her anymore, so I can only entrust her with this fire to you and comb. ”

Deng Yi was silent for a while, and recalled in his mind the appearance of Zhang Combing, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, gentle and elegant, and sometimes some expressions inevitably made him feel familiar.

But is he really reliable?

Thinking like this, a trace appeared in his eyes.

Mrs. Su wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand, and the remaining trace of blood in her pale face also faded.

Pale face, blood-stained lips, extreme contrast.

Is it the end of another road?

"A child like Minhang shouldn't be a bad boy, he is our last choice. You're too old, and your heart is gone. He is close to Qianruo in age, and he looks like Minhang three or four points, isn't it that the daughters of the capital have a little bit of a father-love complex, as long as he becomes more and more like Minhang in the future, if Qianruo marries him, he will be happy, right? ”

Like Senior Brother Minhang...

There was a slight tingling in Deng Yan's heart.

The teacher was right.

Then the disciple went and prepared. The day after tomorrow, send shallow if you get married! ”

This was the first time that Zhang Comb saw Emperor Wei in the daylight.

It wasn't that he summoned him, but he took the initiative to enter the palace to see him.

"Your Majesty, your plan may have to change." (To be continued.) )