There was a light rain in the air.

The sky was gloomy.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, a trembling little white flower, the petals fluttering in the wind, and the flower stem was tightly held in the palm of the palm by a young hand.

The other hand of the little girl was held by a mother.

One big and one small, standing in front of the tombstone.

There was also a tall figure, half-kneeling in front of the monument, wiping the dust from the humble monument with his sleeve.

Guo Dalu was drenched in rain, with his shoulders facing the sky, as if he was carrying the entire rain curtain.

With one hand, he wiped the stele with great force, and with the other he pressed the hat, so that the lily sticks hung down, and the rain stretched into a line, ticking down.

Outsiders can't see this man's gray face at the moment.

This is the Qing Tomb, not far from Jiazi Castle, just behind the core fortress of the entire Eastern War, located in the suburbs, and has always been the burial tomb of the British people.

Like the "Changling" in Tiandu, Zhongzhou, the officials of the eastern border were proud to be buried in the Qing Tomb.

Therefore, since the outbreak of the Eastern War, it has been responsible for carrying and accommodating the tombstones of every martyr.

The wind blew and stirred the little girl's forehead.

"Mother. Does Daddy feel cold down there?"

Zhong Li pinched the white flower, stunned, and suddenly asked such a question.

The dust of the stele was wiped clean by Uncle Guo, revealing the incave carved inscription.

"Taozhi City dethroned envoy, Zhong Xun. ”

For a moment, Zhong Li felt that he had returned to a year ago, when his father and mother took him to worship the ancestors of the Qingling Tomb, and his father told him that the Zhong family had been loyal to the monarch since the shadow of their ancestors.

Full of heroes.

My father also said that the wind here is hot, the soil is also hot, and the blood of Yingjie after his death will flow hot and nourish the earth.

But now she feels so cold, the wind blows, and it's cold.

Guo Dalu, who was the first to clean up the tombstone, didn't say anything, and after wiping the stele, he just silently put a few pots of good wine for his best friend who was reluctant to drink before his death, and chose to leave quietly.

Before leaving, he glanced at the mother and daughter with a complicated expression.

The little girl bowed to the tombstone as her mother had taught, and she was quiet, like a porcelain doll.

The girl did not cry, and after bowing, she rubbed her face vigorously, sniffed deeply, and then placed the small white flower she had picked from Yunzhou City in front of the tomb.

Mrs. Zhong knelt in front of the stele, her body was half leaning, as if leaning on the man's shoulder, her palm caressed the cold stone stele, as if stroking her lover's face, and the woman talked about the short trivial matters in the family, and as she spoke, tears flowed down her face, mixed with the rain.

In the end, there is choking and choking, undulating silently.

The parting of life and death is too heavy for people.

There are some pains that time will erase.

Some, it won't.

For a child, she may not know what death is, but she has tasted goodbye.

Growing up is actually overnight.

Not on the saddest day when I cried, but on the saddest day when I didn't cry.

For Mrs. Chung...... Zhong Xun's departure is like depriving her of half of the meaning of her life.

At this moment, there are many, many people like them who sacrifice their deceased relatives in the Qing Tomb.

This war in the east shattered countless beautiful and fulfilling dreams.

Guo Dalu silently walked towards the newly planned garden of the Qing Mausoleum, and the battle report of Jiazicheng had spread all over the Great Sui...... Zhongzhou suffered extremely tragic casualties, tens of thousands of victims, no bones remained, and the Qing Tomb left the name of each of them, but no body was left.

"Stop. ”

A black-armored guard stopped Guo Dalu: "Please show the officer."

This place is an important place in the Qing Tomb, and idle people are not allowed to enter. ”

The man in the hat stopped, he took off the hat, placed it on his chest, then clasped his hands into fists, saluted deeply, and when he looked up, he revealed a pair of clear and clean eyes.

Guo Dalu said sincerely: "Cao Min Guo Dalu, I don't have an official position, I don't know if it can be convenient, I want to enter the mausoleum to worship Mr. Song Jinglian, who died in Jiazi City." ”

Under the city of Yunzhou.

Thanks to Mr. Jinglian's intervention, he saved his life.

Otherwise, I, Mrs. Zhong, and Little Lychee will all die in Yunzhou City...... Not only that, but there are tens of thousands of refugees outside the city.

Mr. Joren is his great benefactor and a great hero of the Eastern War. The Yunzhou case alone saved the lives of tens of thousands of displaced people.

"I'm sorry, we don't know personal affairs, we only follow the rules. The black-armored janissary, with a deep sigh, spoke slowly but firmly, refusing the man's request.

He actually saw the sincerity in Guo Dalu's eyes.

Such a look will not deceive people, he knows that this man has not deceived himself, he really wants to worship Mr. Jinglian.

But...... Qingling has the rules of Qingling.

"Sorry...... Excuse me. ”

Guo Dalu was a little disappointed and did not force it.

Before he turned to leave, he pursed his dry lips, and finally cast a glance that looked into the depths of Qingling, revealing a self-deprecating and lost smile.

Mr. Joren.

In any case, I don't want to believe that you will die in Koshi...... Now, there is no opportunity to worship.

It's a pity that I prepared good wine.

The janitarian guard was right, if the Qingling Forbidden Area was not blocked, he would not be the only one who sacrificed to Mr. Jinglian...... When the time comes, it will disturb people's purity.

He rubbed his hands together a little nervously and pressed the flask back to his waist.

"Let him in. ”

A very soft, but powerful voice sounded in the ears of the black-armored guard.

Guo Dalu lost his mind for a while, he didn't realize when there was an extra young man in black robe beside him.

The Black-Armored Praetorian Guards were visibly taken aback.

The mountain road in Qingling was very long and empty, and fine rain threads floated in the air, and the black-robed man suddenly appeared...... But it doesn't give people a sense of disobedience.

It seems that he should have been here.

Or maybe he came here a long time ago, before everyone else.

He's not a passerby, someone else is.

The black-armored janissary was in a trance for a moment, and then he reacted that this person was likely to be a rebel who trespassed on the Qingling Tomb. Before he could draw his sword, he saw an identity token hanging out, he suppressed the shock in his heart, raised the knife above his head with both hands, bowed his body very respectfully, and shouted in a deep voice: "See the Governor of the Metropolitan for his humble position!"

"No need to be polite. ”

Ning Yi's voice was a little hoarse, and he looked at Guo Dalu.

This simple man in Taozhi City, who once had a relationship with him, is indeed destined for himself.

He could see at a glance that Guo Dalu was still carrying the talisman given by his pseudonym Ning Chen, and after refining the life scroll, Ning Yi always maintained a respectful attitude towards the number of lifeless lives.

This is a good person.

And it's a person with a very hard life.

"Big ...... The Grand Governor?"

Guo Dalu's whole person froze in place, as if he had been hit by thunder, he looked at Ning Yi in a daze, for some reason, he always felt that the young man in front of him seemed to have seen it somewhere, but when he recalled it carefully, he couldn't remember anything.

After a while.

Only then did he react, the Metropolitan Governor in the mouth of the black-armored janissary was Ning Yi, the Metropolitan Governor of the Eastern Frontier Battle?!

Ning Yi

How do you know yourself?

I saw the black-robed young man smile, pointed to his chest, and said, "That rune paper, it's still easy to use, right?"

Guo Dalu was stunned, he touched his rune paper, looked at Ning Yi, and then looked at the black-armored guard.

He suddenly understood everything.

At this moment, the guards really didn't dare to speak.

This rough man looks like an honest man, but he doesn't do honest things.

If you can know the Metropolitan Governor, where will it be a grass people?

"Let it go. Ning Yi's voice was very soft, and he said, "I'll walk with him." ”

"Yes...... Grand Governor. Where did the black-armored guard dare to stop again, but he always had a difficult look on his face, although he turned sideways to let go of the mountain ban, he still said astringently: "Governor, I received a notice that there are no idlers left in Qingling Jiazi City Park today." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will enter the mausoleum at the time of Shen. ”

As he spoke, the guards looked at Guo Dalu.

When Ning Yi heard the word prince, his eyes were slightly in a trance.

Song Jinglian's death in Jiazi City was a bitter fruit that could not be borne by the sky.

The prince couldn't sit still.

Now that the war in the East has no more room for maneuver, the crown prince must gather all his forces to destroy the decay and bring down Liuli Mountain...... Even if this will consume more vitality in the Great Sui world.

Moreover, he must personally conquer the eastern frontier.

This is an explanation to Song Que and his wife.

At the beginning, in the forbidden land behind Shu Mountain, Ning Yi, who saw the monkey's heavenly reminder and realized the meaning of the hexagram, drove out of the mountain gate, but it was too late.

The Divine Sea Array Order and the Heavenly Capital were transmitting messages simultaneously, and a series of bad news came.

Compared to himself, Han Yue is even more of a madman.

He didn't think about the consequences of killing Song Jinglian at all...... Yaochi and Lingshan will go berserk, not to mention Tiandu and ...... Myself.

Those who are familiar with Ning Yi know it.

The angrier he was, the calmer his face became.

Ning Yi took a small step forward and looked back at the rough man who was standing in place.

Guo Dalu had no intention of moving forward.

He still had the same simple smile, but at the moment he was holding the flask in his hand, and he was a little hesitant.

"Don't worry about the edict, you can enter the mausoleum with me. Ning Yi smiled and whispered with relief.

"Governor, it's still not going to be. The man pretended to twist and pinch, scraped the side of the road with the soles of straw sandals, and said with a smile: "The straw sandals are broken and dirty." It's not good to go in. ”

"Seeing you, Lao Guo is already very content. He showed a clean smile: "I never expected that the scholar was you." In Taozhi City, this talisman saved my life, where do you dare to trouble more? Mr. Jinglian and you are both great and benevolent people, both living bodhisattvas who save people's lives......"

As he spoke, the man's voice trembled, squeezed out a very ugly smile, and begged: "Ning Dudu, can you please help me bring this pot of wine to Mr. Jinglian? ”

He handed out a jug of wine.

He spent two taels of silver on this pot of wine.

Lao Guo knew that this wine was not very expensive. But two taels of silver is already all the entanglement on his body, and the wine he bought for Zhong Xun only cost thirty yuan.

The hand that handed the wine trembled.

The hand that catches the wine is extremely stable.

"It's good wine, Jinglian will like it. ”

The moment Ning Yi received the wine, he used a wisp of divine thought to re-inject vitality into the broken rune paper, and sent the sword of the sword holder into the rune paper.

The next words shook Guo Dalu's body.

Ning Yi looked at the straw sandals man and promised softly: "After you go back, rest well." ”

"After dawn, wait for the news of the defeat of Liuli Mountain. ”