Heavy dark clouds covered the night sky, and the moonlight and stars were no longer visible. The continuous heavy rain began to fall in the second half of the night, the mountains and rivers whimpered, and the earth was sad. From this moment on, throughout the autumn, Yumen Pass and the entire Western Regions were immersed in this heavy atmosphere.

The Marquis of Changping and the general Wei Qing died before the storm of last night. Yuan Zhao closed his eyes for him with his own hands, leaving the last touch of moonlight and stars in his eyes forever.

This bright and upright great man, there should not have been a trace of gloom in his chest. So until the end, he didn't have the sword in his hand again. Instead, he returned the famous sword to its original owner.

And a secret that all the people of the time and later generations did not know was hidden in this sword. Wei Qing handed over all the swords and secrets to Yuan Zhao, which was his last contribution to maintaining the stability of the Han Empire. This kind of righteousness and trust, since that night, only Yuan Zhao alone. It is precisely because of this that his heart is extremely sad.

A short letter of letters, he only glanced at it hurriedly, and then flicked his fingers into the fire and burned to ashes. That was the last thing Wei Qing left him, or a simple reminder. He remembered it in his heart, and all the people of the world will never know what it was about.

In the same way, people in the world only know that the great general Wei Qing died of injuries and illnesses in the autumn of Yumen Pass, but they never know that there are other things that happened in that stormy night.

Hearing the news, Gongsun Ao, who led all the waiting attendants to rush over, saw the figure of Yuan Zhao Fu Jian crying bitterly. And the Marquis of Changping, who fell in his arms, had passed away suddenly. Although they had been mentally prepared for a long time, when this moment really came, all of them couldn't help but feel great sadness and fell to the ground, in pain.

However, no one has the power to return to heaven, and no one has the means to bring the dead back to life. Yuan Zhao doesn't have this ability, and they don't have it. The dead are gone, and the living are sad! The general's future affairs must not be sloppy, and they still need to deal with them, and they must not make a mistake.

Gongsun Ao, who received Yuan Zhao's soft instructions, held back the pain in his heart and began to lead people to prepare for the matter. The lanterns were covered with white veils, and white flags fluttered everywhere. When the sound of the rain began to awaken the tranquility of the courtyard, they suddenly stopped in the shadow of the trees. Everyone's eyes widened in horror.

This place is very hidden, and it is only a dozen feet away from the dining table where Yuan Zhao and Wei Qing sat opposite each other on the steps. More than a dozen huge crossbows were aimed there, and the crossbow arrows were calibrated, just waiting to be activated.

It's just that these bolts may never be fired again. Because those who have mastered them are already dead. About twenty or thirty people died in the hiding place, each with a short knife stuck in their chest, apparently by stabbing themselves.

Perhaps the only difference was that the four or five people at the back had their throats cut and were killed on the spot. They did not commit suicide, but were killed by someone else.

Gongsun Ao stood stunned for a long time, and while he was shocked in his heart, he already vaguely knew that these arrangements, which he didn't even know about, must be related to secrets that could not be revealed. And the general Wei Qing obviously knew. Because he soon recognized that it was the attendant in charge of the security guard of the General's Mansion who killed with a knife, and this loyal attendant, who had been following Wei Qing for many years, also committed suicide after the killing.

More than 20 suicide warriors in the army, Gongsun Ao is very familiar with them. However, the faces of those who had their throats cut off by knives were a little unfamiliar. He vaguely remembered that it seemed that he had come from Chang'an not long ago. Since the general didn't say the identities of some people, he thought they were from the Wei clan. But I didn't expect to die here in this way tonight. There is a lot of fog in this, and it is incomprehensible.

The raindrops hit his face coldly, and Gongsun Ao glanced back as if he felt something. But he seemed to see Yuan Zhaozheng not far away retracting his gaze, then picked up the general's body, got up and dragged up the steps with heavy steps, and went inside.

"Clean up this place, and no one will ever mention it again!"

Gongsun Ao commanded in a low voice. The iron-blooded warrior's voice, who seemed to understand a lot of the inside story, was cold, like cold raindrops, which made people palpitate. No one said more, and no one asked why. The order was carried out swiftly, and all traces quickly disappeared without a trace, and the rain washed away the blood, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that everything was back to normal, Gongsun Ao sighed deeply and closed his eyes in some pain before turning to leave. As the people who have followed Wei Qing's side for the longest time, they have been fighting side by side from their youth to this day. Some of Wei Qing's thoughts and thoughts, no one knows better than him.

Even if he didn't know the specific plot, he could imagine what had happened here not long ago.

If you want to put the invincible Yuan Zhao to death, I am afraid that the only chance in this world is when he is heartbroken under his great compassion. And just now, it was clear that there had been such an opportunity. It's just that Wei Qing gave a stop killing order at the last moment, or that he never thought of killing Yuan Zhao...... So for some reason, this lore game that was arranged ended before it began.

And those loyal warriors in the army, they seem to have decided their own end long ago. Whether they do this task or not, they have only one destination, death.

When they saw the signal sent by the great general Wei Qing before he died, they may all be relieved after being relieved. At that moment, the sword flashed, and after killing the people who had come from Chang'an to supervise them with a mission, everyone stabbed themselves to death. Perhaps, this is the best way they can live up to the righteousness in their hearts.

Of course, all this is just Gongsun Ao's own conjecture, and he will not tell anyone. Let this secret rot in your heart forever! Doing a good job of the general's aftermath is the most important thing he should do. As for the conspiracy and troubles buried behind it, he believed that Yuan Zhao would naturally see everything and deal with it.

Endless sorrow accompanied the first rain of this autumn, and so suddenly came. The general guarded the western frontier for nearly five or six years, and wiped out all the remnants of the hostile forces. To this day, the entire Western Regions is peaceful and calm, and the golden passage is unimpeded, all thanks to his contributions.

All who heard this sad news, whether they knew it or not, wept. Countless people of all ethnic groups in the Western Regions worshipped sincerely and blessed him excessively.

The meteor fast horse wearing white flags has already gone along the post station overnight, flying thousands of miles to report to Chang'an. The death of such an important person will inevitably shake the world. And Wei Qing's aftermath also began to prepare in the Yumen Pass City at the same time.

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The army was solemn, and the whole city was silent. In the midst of the wind and rain, it adds endless sorrow. All the soldiers of Yumen Pass watched silently, and the man named Yuan Zhao, like a craftsman who did not know how to work, dragged his axe to the desert outside the city to cut down the huge poplar wood, and meticulously used the knife and axe to break down the hardest wood in the world. A knife and an axe, serious to the point of being almost harsh. No one dared to come to help, because the burning fire in his eyes was terrifying.

When the coffin, which exuded the unique fragrance of this wood, was about to be completed, Yuan Zhao, who had never closed his eyes or eaten or eaten, his eyes were all blood-red, and his hands were full of scars.

"Calling my brother...... Don't look like this anymore! Uncle If he had knowledge, he would have been uneasy...... Woooooo ”

Yun Bing, who was crying and hugging his arm, was no worse than Yuan Zhao in his heart. However, she was even more scared because she had never seen Yuan Zhao look like now.

The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad! The rain between heaven and earth has not stopped, and it seems that there will never end. Yuan Zhao nailed the last wedge into the cover, and the blood stains on his hand stained the corner red, like a bright flower on the other side, which looked particularly sad.

"It was the last thing I could do for him...... The old man said goodbye! I hope that on the way back to Chang'an, his soul can be rested peacefully. ”

Yuan Zhao held Yun Bing's hand, felt the coolness coming, and hugged her apologetically in his heart. She was busy with Wei Qing's aftermath and ignored the sadness in her heart. But she forgot that at such a moment, she needed comfort even more.

The coffin made for Wei Qing with poplar wood materials with his own hands, Yuan Zhao did not have much meaning. This tree, which is said to be immortal for thousands of years, is stoic, tall, and extremely enduring, and has never twisted and turned in a difficult environment...... It resembles the character of the man who lies in it and rests in it. Although immortal fame is not something that Wei Qing pursues, Yuan Zhao still hopes that the spirit represented by this name can become a kind of example for generations to come. It has been passed down from generation to generation and remembered by the world.

"I've heard that there is something else going on in my uncle's death...... Brother, I want to know all about this! ”

Yun Bing raised her head and wiped the tears from her eyes, and there was a sharp light that she had not seen for a long time, reappearing on her face. Yuan Zhao sighed slightly. He knew that this matter could not be hidden from her after all.

"In fact, if you talk about it seriously, most of the reason for Brother Qing's death is because of the incurable injury, and he can no longer endure the torture. Part of the reason is the ...... caused by long-standing worries and entanglements in my heart. ”

"Brother Zhao, I don't understand...... What does this mean? Will there be anyone in this world who will persecute him? ”

Yun Bing stared nervously at Yuan Zhao's eyes, unconsciously clenching the sword on his back. This famous sword of red fire, which has terrified countless enemies, has been hiding its light for too long. And tonight, it is contending, if it is really as she guessed, she will not hesitate to wash her sword and make waves, until she drinks blood!

"Yes......."

After a long silence, Yuan Zhao, who seemed to have finally made a decision, gently spit out a word. Although Wei Qing left him a message that did not allow him to pursue the matter again, after all, it was the man who hated him, and it was difficult to calm down!

The lightning and thunder between the heavens and the earth roared, and the wind and rain were blowing.