Yun Yue's tears flowed down her cheeks and soon dripped down her cheeks to the ground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The hardest time for info was when this old man picked herself up and she gave herself a second life. Because of herself, her two grandsons died tragically under the butcher's knives of the Huns. I promised to take care of her for the rest of my life, but I rarely came to see the old man over the years. Busy all day long, busy fighting for power. Busy killing people and setting fires, busy dominating China. But I forgot that it was in this mansion in Pingliang City. There was an old man who had done everything to himself.

Hatred is always easy to remember, and kindness is always easy to forget. So in this world, there is more hatred but less favor. That's why grandma is so rare, but why does life always have to be lost before you realize the beauty of what you have. Yun Yue felt that her soul was emptied all of a sudden, like a soft mollusk.

Yun Yue didn't speak, just stood dumbfounded. Tears soaked his cheeks, and "tick" and "tick" dripped on the ground. Grandma walked kindly, with a smile on her face. With her hand on her own, she seemed to know how sad her grandson would be when she left, and although the hand was slowly becoming cold, it was still gentle......

The aunt not far behind her finally saw that something was wrong, and walked up to her grandmother, reaching out to her nostrils and snorting. That wail was like a wild wolf on the prairie, and it came far away in the not so quiet night.

There are still three days left for the birthday of the ancestors, but now the birthday has become a death sacrifice. The celebratory Yunfu completed the transition from a happy event to a funeral event as quickly as possible, and the red lantern was taken off. Instead, there are miserable white plain lanterns! Everyone took off their festive clothes, and the next morning it was cool and plain.

Until today, Yun Yue didn't know how high the prestige of this grandmother, who didn't go out much, in the eyes of Pingliang people. She is the one who visits the lonely elderly every year, and she is also the one who takes in orphans and young children in the city. The grandmother also opened a pharmacy in the best part of Xuanwu Street, and all medicines were bought and sold at a reasonable price. The poor have no money to pay, so the medicine can be taken away.

He rules the city, but now Yun Yue knows. The biggest philanthropist in the city is actually grandma.

The people of Pingliang spontaneously wore filial piety for their grandmother, and the merchants who sold cloth even placed horses of white cloth at the door. As long as you say that you are hanging filial piety for Grandma Yun, you can talk about it casually.

Yun Yue really wanted to kneel in front of her grandmother's spiritual seat and return the gift for everyone who came to pay her filial piety. But this can't work, no one dares to accept Yun Yue's courtesy. In Pingliang Yunyue is heaven, if he does this. The biggest possibility is that the mourning hall will become a no-man's land, and even the most unenlightened guy will not find himself unhappy.

Yun Yue sat on the side of the spiritual seat like a wooden man, and the heavy responsibility of answering the salute fell on the shoulders of Yun Baobao, who was only five years old. You can't hear anything in your ears, and you can't seem to see anything in your eyes. From time to time, I recalled the bits and pieces of the past, and the Huns came out of the cellar after the heartbreaking. After defeating the Huns, he cried with joy, and Handan lived a rich and beautiful life. The feudal old lady of the Xianyang magnates!

This is a complex and simple person, she is stubborn but tenacious. She is stubborn but loves her children, she is frugal but generous to the people of Pingliang. This typical split personality trait exists in such harmony and unity in her body.

Whether it is the gambling spirit on weekdays or the inherent chatter of the elderly, it is extremely precious at this time. In response to that saying, only what is lost is the best.

Yun Yue suddenly felt like a fool, who could live a good life. For Mao to erect lofty ideals and ambitions, thousands of years later, the Chinese people are concerned about their own. Jiangshan is nothing more than an emperor with the surname Liu to an emperor with the surname Li. Whether they are strong or not, will they be plundered and slaughtered by foreigners, can they really control it?

Why do you want to trap yourself in endless strife, defeat Great Qin, and there will be Chu State. After conquering the state of Chu, there will be ancient India, ancient Egypt, and ancient Babylon. Do you really have to conquer the earth to realize the value of life? Obviously, you can have more happy time with the old man, and fight for Mao?

It's a bad feeling to feel stupid. Yun Yue wanted to hit the wall with his head, but as soon as he implemented it, he was dragged back by Zheng Bin, who never left him. told Zheng Bin that he didn't want to commit suicide, he just wanted to hit his head against the wall. That would be more comfortable, but I didn't expect the guy's face to turn pale and tremble, and he said, "Sit down, Lord!" "Just run as fast as you can. But in the blink of an eye, he dragged the equally aging Bian Que over to check his pulse.

Family...... No, it's that the whole city treats Yunyue as a giant panda! The lord with hysteria was forcibly taken out of the mourning hall, which was the unanimous decision of the Pingliang bosses. No one can replace Yun Yue's position in Pingliang, only he can bind the people of Pingliang together regardless of race. If there is a different person, Pingliang will immediately fall into the quagmire of internal strife of strife.

The noisy and mournful atmosphere of the funeral ended, and the whole of the Yun Mansion fell into an eerie silence. The servants walked like rats, lest the slightest sound disturb the Lord of Peace, who was immersed in grief.

"Li Xiang, it's not a way to go on like this. Hou Ye now doesn't want to eat every day, if something happens to Hou Ye's body, then ......! Qin Qing and Zhang Jia were worried, and in desperation, they had no choice but to invite Wei Fang, Li Si, Fan Zeng, and Zou Yan, who had just returned from Qi State, to discuss.

"The Lord is overly worried, do you ask Mr. Bian Que to prescribe some medicine for the pulse?" As soon as Zou Yan's words came out, he received the unanimous eyes of everyone. They are all foxes who have become spirits, are you talking about fasting here? (I know that Liao Zhai is a work of the Qing Dynasty, so I don't need to be reminded.) ）

Seeing that Zou Yan was a little unable to get off the stage, Li Si sighed and said: "What Mr. Zou said is not entirely wrong, the Lord is indeed sick. However, this disease cannot be treated, and heart disease needs heart medicine. I don't think it's better to let the Lord go up to the Cockscomb Mountain and live for some time. First, the scenery there is beautiful and pleasant, and secondly, the Lord can leave the sad place of Pingliang and avoid seeing things and thinking about people. In these three years, the Rooster Crown Mountain is heavily guarded, and the safety of the Lord will not be lost. ”

"Hmmm! Xiangbang's words are reasonable, and the old man can see it. Let the Lord go up to the Cockscomb Mountain to live for some time, look at the scenery and relax. When the mood is comfortable, the heart disease will naturally be cured. Besides, Jiguan Mountain is not far from Pingliang, if there is something on the front line, the owner can come back at any time to dispatch. (To be continued.) )