"You died vigorously, but what should I do? You used to say that I chattered, but you only came back once in a few years, can I not chatter, now it's okay, you are gone, you can't hear my chatter, but do I spend the rest of my life chattering on your cold tombstone? Beichen, you bastard, you were stubborn when you were young, and you are still such a bad temper when you are old, if you listen to persuasion, can you be shot to death by random arrows! Didn't you say that you were reluctant to bear the false name of that high-ranking famous general, you said that you just didn't want your brother who died in battle to die, but how could you also die in battle? What about the souls of your brothers, who will avenge the blood and revenge of nearly 10,000 soldiers who were pierced through the hearts with you by random arrows? You must not be blind, you deserve it!" The old woman's tone was very calm, only the last few sentences had some trills, and it could be seen that her heart was not at all calm.

Feng Xingyun stopped on the side, silently looking at this old woman he had never met, when he was very young, the old general Beichen told him about this woman, and remembered that his expression was very guilty and very happy, not like a murderer who had been fighting on the battlefield for many years. It's just that at that time, Feng Xingyun was still very young and couldn't understand, but when he saw the old man laughing, he also laughed, but the old man cried when he laughed and laughed, and finally Feng Xingyun peed his pants on his shoulder, and the old man laughed and scolded and took him away from the high mountain.

Two jars of wine appeared in Feng Xingyun's hands, and the three retired men looked at Feng Xingyun who walked slowly in confusion, with a listless old crow on his shoulder, holding two jars of ordinary wine that could be bought on the streets, and he couldn't talk about walking steadily, but some of them occasionally staggered like drunks, and the closer they got, the oncoming wine suddenly became extremely strong.

The three of them looked at each other, and at the same time got up to stop this young boy who didn't know whether he was really drunk or fake, not wanting him to offend the old general's mausoleum.

Feng Xingyun ignored it, and gently pushed the three of them away, without malice but also without deliberately reducing their strength, seeing that the three of them seemed to be about to have a seizure, Sima Xiaoyi suddenly stepped forward and took out a bronze medal, and the three of them were even more puzzled when they saw it, why did the people of the Sima family appear here.

"Don't misunderstand, he is Xingyun, the third son of the Feng family. Ning Feng saw that the atmosphere was a little wrong, so he immediately spoke, he looked at the big words on the tombstone of the tomb of the deceased husband Beichen, and immediately understood who was buried here.

Feng Xingyun continued to walk forward with the wine, and bowed when he walked to the old woman's side, bowing his head.

"Old man Beichen treats me very well, but I was still a little kid who didn't remember much at that time, he and General Mu have always treated me as a grandson, old lady, please mourn. ”

A flash of light suddenly appeared in the old woman's eyes, it was an unforgettable feeling, but in the eyes of Ning Feng and the others, it was anger and hatred, and the old woman who had not had much emotional fluctuations before finally broke out.

"Are you from the Feng family? Have you ever killed your husband?"

Feng Xingyun smiled dumbly, and also felt that something was wrong with the occasion, so he regained his solemn expression again and said slowly.

"Old lady, please mourn, a seven-foot man who walks in the clouds, how can there be a husband. ”

"The old thing has been making cattle and horses for your Feng family all his life, and now the horse leather shroud, you are still spending time drinking here, are the people of your Feng family such a useless breed!" The old woman pointed at the wind and clouds, and did not care about anything else, as soon as these words came out, Sima Xiaoyi, Ning Feng, and the faces of the three young men changed greatly at the same time, and the atmosphere froze in an instant.

Feng Xingyun looked up sharply at the old woman's scrutinizing gaze, and he suddenly grinned, but he did not refute, nor did he immediately answer the old woman's almost reprimanding rhetorical question in words.

Feng Xingyun bypassed the old woman, threw the two jars of wine high, and suddenly two large bowls appeared in his hands, and when he put the two bowls on the ground, the two jars of wine just fell again, he reached out to catch them, put one jar of wine aside, and the other jar was lifted with his hand, and filled it in the two large bowls in front of the tomb.

"Old general, boy, respect you, go all the way!"

Feng Xingyun took a bowl and drank it all, and suddenly the two old men Beichen and Mu Longsheng were both the same grumpy temper, and the old man Beichen was afraid that it would be too hypocritical for him to drink by himself underground. So, Feng Xingyun drank the remaining bowl of wine again, and scattered most of the remaining half of the altar around Beichen's tomb.

Bang...... Puff ......

Feng Xingyun smashed the empty wine jar to the ground, and it was suddenly a fragment of a place, a place of wine, his knees and the wine jar fell to the ground at the same time, after three knocks, Feng Xingyun got up, and his forehead was vaguely the dust stained by the wine, during which blood was looming.

He lifted another jar of wine, looked around the cemetery, and finally smiled to himself, and walked back with his feet, and when he came to the old woman, he said suddenly.

"Does the old lady know why I brought two jars of wine?"

The old woman looked at him puzzled, and after the three knocks he had just made, the old woman's hatred eased, but she didn't understand what he meant by his brainless words.

"The death of the old general of Beichen, I am also sad in my heart, but old lady, do you know, my second uncle, he also died in that war, frankly speaking, I actually just want to talk to the second uncle today, and come by to see the old man Beichen. However, have you seen that there is a huge martyr's tomb, but there is no tombstone of my second uncle, what kind of person my Feng family is, doesn't the old lady know in her heart?

Feng Xingyun said, took a deep breath, took off the piece of warm jade on his waist with excellent material and good appearance, held it in his hand, slowly closed his eyes, and the moment his eyes opened again, the warm jade in his hand turned into powder, at this moment, Ning Feng and Sima Xiaoyi felt at the same time that Feng Xingyun, who was close at hand, was so strange, and his eyes were frightening, so Sima Xiaoyi stepped forward and grabbed Feng Xingyun's arm, looking at him with some concern.

"Old lady, you just asked me if the people of the Feng family are all bad seeds, my answer is no, the Feng family has always had only one bad seed, that is, I am Feng Xingyun, I have a good life, there is a powerful Nanchuan Lao Tzu, there is a mother who spoils me, and there are two brothers who can ignore my future for me, that is the aura of the Feng family that I have been deceiving myself for so many years.

But I am a bastard again, no matter how bad I go, no matter how much I don't forget my surname, my father can not see my mother for me for ten years, the second brother can serve in the army for me and my eldest brother at a young age, his hands are stained with blood, and he bears the infamy of an executioner, and my eldest brother has been lying on the salary for twenty years to try his courage, I know, my eldest brother has ambitions in his heart, he often says to me, he wants to have the banner of my Feng family where the wind blows, without my eldest brother, I can't live today, I am a real gentleman, but he is for me to pretend to be a fake gentleman for more than ten years, he is the sky that can be seen when he looks up, I am the idiot-like cloud, now the wind is rising, the sky has changed, my cloud should also wake up, and it is time to move。 ”

After saying a few words, he whispered to Sima Xiaoyi on the side, you go back first, listen to the words of the family, our affairs, I will give you an explanation, and then gently pushed away Sima Xiaoyi's hand, carrying the wine jug and walking farther and farther.

Ning Feng thought about it, Feng Xingyun was really strange today, and he also knew that Feng Xingyun needed someone to calm down, so he didn't catch up, but quietly returned to Tianfeng Academy.

Not long after Ning Feng, Feng Xingyun and Sima Xiaoyi left, a group of uninvited guests came to the cemetery, at least for the widow of the old general Beichen.

"On the orders of our emperor, posthumously enshrine the old general of Beichen as the Marquis of Zhongwu, and give His Majesty a tombstone personally penned, and immediately erect a monument for the future generations of my Tianfeng descendants, please mourn the old lady!"

It was not the eunuch who announced the decree, but the emperor's own son, the great prince who won the hearts of the people, the emperor's hand was originally extremely clever, and the Beichen marquis could make those soldiers who fought on the battlefield feel the emperor's grace, and it could also isolate the relationship between the Feng family and Beichen, but unfortunately, the emperor calculated a lot and couldn't think of the old woman's temperament.

"What kind of bullshit loyal to the Marquis, when he was alive, he was a flat-headed general, but when he died, he was crowned a marquis? Go back and tell Your Majesty that the old man does not need the royal sympathy. ”

The eldest prince was ashamed, indeed, his father's hand was a little unkind, people died like lights going out, and hindsight would only chill the surviving people. However, the eldest prince thought so, and the ministers of the pro-imperial faction who accompanied him were not happy.

"Bold, you woman, you dare to disobey the holy will, don't you don't want this head!"

The emperor was actually very scheming, and specially called his eldest son to announce the decree, and also asked more than a dozen ministers to follow, just to impress the old lady, so that she had a grudge against the Feng family and was grateful to the royal family.

"Hahaha, Huangkou Xiaoer, the old man has lived a lot of years, and there are more than a few of you who have seen wine bags and rice bags, if the old emperor knows about it, and when he sees the rivers and mountains that he was proud of in the past, he raised scum like you, and he knows that he thinks that the intelligent emperor and grandson are resourceful and indecisive, I don't know how he will feel, and the old man is in his twilight years, what is he afraid of death!"

The old lady laughed three times, stared at the tombstone of her deceased husband, and whispered.

"Did you hear that, they want to give you a marquis, I don't agree, I don't want future generations to remember you, I just remember it alone, I can't keep you when you're alive, can't I keep you after I die?"

The old lady's face became more and more gentle, she slowly closed her eyes, and there were bits and pieces of the two in her mind, maybe what really made her unforgettable in this life was just the scene of the back of the horse on the back of the drifting away, the people on the ground closed their eyes and prayed to see them off, the decisive figure on the horseback never turned back, and every parting was raining, but the sky was obviously a round of red sun, and it turned out that the sun would also cry, I don't know if he would.