Flowers and meadows, relatives and friends gathered, balloons of various colors floated in the air, tied with streamers, on which auspicious greetings were written.

The music sounded, and the figure of the longing for the twilight appeared under the arched door, as delicate as ever, and even the spring color of the garden lost its brilliance, even if it was not a wedding dress, but a grass-green military uniform.

She held her father, followed the beat of the music, step by step, at the end of the road, is her lover, as well as the future father-in-law, mother-in-law, eldest brother, happiness is at her feet, within reach.

Suddenly, the joyful song turned into a heavy and slow mourning, and the girl's face was full of sorrow, and she wore a small white flower on her breast, and he suddenly looked back, and the colors around him changed, and the white banners were all over the place, and the greetings became elegiacs, and in the middle was a black-edged portrait.

Like the person in the film, it is himself.

Liu Ji saw the tears in her eyes, he had known each other for several years, he had never seen his beloved like this, what a strong girl he was, he could feel the unforgettable despair of the other party.

"Liu Ji, when are you coming back?"

"You know, I'm waiting for you?"

The girl looked at his portrait, tears raining down, and her liver and intestines were broken.

Liu Ji couldn't help but stretch out his hand and wanted to hold her up, but he couldn't reach it, so he could only shout one after another: "Mingming." ”。

"I'm here."

"I'm here."

The figure in front of him became blurred, and his lover, family, and friends were all telling his grief, and he was like a spectator floating in the air, participating in his own in a special way.

Funeral.

"Goro!"

"Wake up."

When he opened his eyes, the blurred shadow gradually became clear, and Zeng Jiuniang held his hand, her face full of concern.

It turned out to be a dream, Liu Ji shook his head, those situations in the dream, as vivid as I remembered, the relatives of later generations, have they found their bones and returned to the cemetery, and their lover has the pain of losing their hearts, whether they cry night and night, just like themselves, they can only see each other in their dreams?

"Gorou, are you okay?"

"How did I end up here, and you came to the city?" Liu Ji's memory is still stuck at the moment when many parties matched, and he can't help but be a little surprised.

Zeng Jiuniang knelt in front of his couch and said softly: "Here, it is the Qionglong Silver City, where the palace of the Xiangxiong people is located, and you have been here for two days. ”

Liu Ji looked around, and found that the living room he was in was indeed different from the palace of the Tubo people.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Plus on the road, half a month." Zeng Jiuniang took a soft cloth and dipped it in the basin next to him to help him wipe the sweat beads from his head.

"You fainted before the battle, and you had a fever, and you were talking nonsense, and the military doctors were helpless, so they had no choice but to send you here, because I have always had a little name, and I was called by the people to have divine powers, but when I saw you unconscious, I knew that this is not what a doctor can cure."

"Gorou, you're struggling, you don't want to come to this world, you want to leave."

Zeng Jiuniang's words made him feel inexplicable, this thought, it seems that from the beginning, it has been with him, the reason why he is brave and invincible is not that he is not afraid of death, but he is bent on death, but no one has ever said it so bluntly.

Finally, his body and mind couldn't hold it anymore, those wounds were really cut on his body, and every drop of blood that flowed out also consumed his life, after all, no one is beaten with iron, and he is really not afraid of anything.

Now, all the wounds have been rebandaged, and he wants to move his body, but he finds that he has no strength at all, as if he has been evacuated.

"Don't move, you just woke up, your body is too weak, I asked them to cook some porridge, let's take care slowly."

Under her personal service, Liu Ji barely ate some porridge and water, and couldn't eat too much at a time, so that after a few days, he was finally able to stand up and slowly began to walk around the palace, but he still didn't ask about anything, and usually only chatted with Zeng Jiuniang, and what he talked about was just some customs and customs.

These changes, seen by a careful woman, are even more cared for, so that he can experience a rare ease and leisure, until one day, an uninvited guest arrives.

In the city, Chide Zuzan once again lived in his own dormitory, and except for some of the attendants he had brought, he didn't care.

The Han and Zhangxiong people in the city did not know when they had left, and the Tang army was stationed in the city, and outside the city, the Tubo and Nanzhao people set up camps respectively, and they were waiting for the messenger of the Heavenly Khan from Chang'an City.

The matter involves many countries, just a Honglu Temple Shaoqing is no longer qualified, Zhang Boji on the second day of reaching an agreement, with the officially signed documents, rushed back to the capital, only through the examination of the imperial court, stamped with the seal of the Son of Heaven, this document can finally take effect, and the result of the disposal, it needs to be sent from Chang'an.

With the current situation, the person who presides over the covenant can only be a minister at the level of Zaifu, even if it is the honor of Geshuhan, he can only wait here.

Now, the city of Luo has truly become the world of the Tang people, but when they moved in, they found that it had almost become an empty city, not only the people, but even every room.

Such a discovery will naturally make the Helong soldiers who came from afar unwilling, if it weren't for Ge Shuhan's strict suppression, I'm afraid it would have broken out early in the morning.

How can a powerful neighbor that has been established for hundreds of years, constantly expanding, and harassing every day without leaving any property behind?

In this regard, Ge Shuhan also has doubts, but the matter involves colleagues, and there is no evidence, so how can he ask?

Of course, Feng Changqing knew what they thought, but the problem was that he didn't know the whereabouts of those belongings, and before that, the Zhangxiong people had been guarding the palace, and that was the only place where they could store their belongings.

The Xiangxiong people left with great fanfare, coupled with the large number of Han people, even if everyone catches a handful, they can do things silently, and who dares not to let them go? You know, they were also carrying an unconscious young man.

The creator of it all.

What gave the two knots a headache was not a little money to appease the soldiers, but a person, a woman, and one who was put forward by Chide Zuzan, and it was also his only request.

Tibetan Zanmona Bag. Mangbaojie Xiden, unexpectedly disappeared.

The two of them knew who did it, but no one knew why.

"I don't know if Gorou is okay, Lao Feng, you better send someone to take a look, so that I can wait for peace of mind."

Ge Shuhan's meaning, Feng Chang Qingyan didn't know, he just nodded silently.

Headaches.