Looking at Qian Mingguang, who was sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard, with a stiff back, snow-white hair, and a plain Hanfu, Li Hongbin, who had been depressed since his son died on the battlefield, stood in front of the door of the bedroom and silently looked at Qian Mingguang sweeping the floor.

Because of the itching sensation in his throat, he couldn't help coughing, and after coughing up the mouthful of old phlegm with a trace of blood in his throat, Li Hongbin took a deep breath You, stared at Qian Mingguang, and said with a low look in his eyes.

"Mingguang, don't do it, aren't you going to go on the expedition in the afternoon, hurry back to the army and prepare."

When Qian Mingguang heard this, he paused for a moment holding the broom, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Uncle, I'm not tired, it's windy outside, and your health is not good, you go back and rest first, and I'll leave when I'm done cleaning here." ”

Li Hongbin blinked his cloudy old eyes, sighed faintly, didn't say anything, hobbled back to his bedroom, and let Qian Mingguang continue to clean the courtyard for himself.

In the past, although he was almost sixty years old, his body and bones were still very strong, but now, the sound of coughing is endless, and even because he drank too much medicine, there was an unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine on his whole body.

After Li Tian's death, the old man cried white hair in one day, and his body was not as good as day by day, looking less like sixty, more like an old man in his seventies who had run out of oil.

Li Tian is gone, and he doesn't have much meaning to live.

Li Hongbin went back to the bedroom, Qian Mingguang was still sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard, and before that he went to the kitchen to help cook, even though Li Hongbin's family was not short of servants.

For Li Hongbin, he can't accept Qian Mingguang now, the reason is very simple, he is the head of the Jiuqing Dynasty and the head of the Han Empire, which can't help but make Li Hongbin suspect that Qian Mingguang is close to his true intentions.

He was very suspicious that Qian Mingguang took a fancy to his identity and status, so he came to serve him so diligently.

But when Li Hongbin learned that Qian Mingguang not only came to his home to take care of himself, but also often went to a steamed bun shop in Dongcheng to take care of two old people who were also his sons who died in Hexi, Li Hongbin ....... still suspects that Qian Mingguang has bad intentions.

As Li Taichang, the head of the Jiuqing Dynasty, Li Hongbin has never been a simple existence, and he has always suspected that Qian Mingguang is acting to show him, in order to get close to him, so he pretended to be like this, after all, he had never seen Qian Mingguang before, and Li Tian had never talked to him about such a person.

This makes Li Hongbin how can he not doubt it.

When Qian Mingguang finished sweeping the courtyard of Li Hongbin's house, he didn't tell Li Hongbin that he was leaving, but left Li's mansion directly and rushed to Sun Ming's parents' house.

But he didn't care, he believed that sooner or later, Li Hongbin would let go of all his prejudices, after all, he didn't have any other intentions.

Qian Mingguang put the broom on the side of the courtyard rockery, and after turning around and looking at the empty mansion with white silk, Qian Mingguang didn't stop, turned around and left, he still had to go to Brother Sun's house to have a look.

At the moment when Qian Mingguang stepped out of the door of Li's mansion with his left foot, Li Hongbin's restrained figure suddenly appeared in front of his bedroom.

Holding one hand by the door of the bedroom, Li Hongbin raised his head and tried his best to look at the departing Qian Mingguang, and a trace of bitterness flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

It would be great if you really didn't have any superfluous thoughts, and if you could really come and see me more in the future without asking for anything in return.

If you..... It's really Tian'er.

Li Hongbin didn't believe Qian Mingguang and doubted his intentions, but Sun Ming's old parents didn't have so many ideas, they only knew that the young man who was washing and cooking for them at home was their son's best brother before his death, and he was very good to them.

That's enough.

.......

In the simple home, Sun Ming's mother solemnly handed over a burden to Qian Mingguang, who was going to rush back to the barracks after doing all the rough work at home for them.

Firmly tied the burden to Qian Mingguang's body, Sun Ming's mother seemed to be instructing Qian Mingguang like her own son.

"Mingguang, here are more than a dozen steamed steamed buns from the eldest lady, you take them to eat on the way, and also, the eldest lady in the baggage also made you a new pair of shoes, you remember to change."

Sun Ming's mother took out a hot steamed bun as she spoke, and put it to Qian Mingguang's mouth, "Mingguang, come, you eat a steamed bun while it's hot first, you'll be hungry on the way to the province, and when you enter the battlefield, you may not be able to eat a few bites of hot rice, eat more, it's not enough for the eldest lady to get it for you." ”

Qian Mingguang hurriedly took the steamed bun, and while biting, he smiled vaguely: "Auntie, I know, it's really troublesome for you." ”

Sun Ming's old father sat on a chair at home, looked at Qian Mingguang, and said in a weak and trembling voice: "Mingguang, don't say these words, if it weren't for you these days, we two old men and old women wouldn't know how to live." ”

Qian Mingguang, who was biting the steamed bun, couldn't help but stop his mouth, and the whole person was stunned, if he guessed correctly, Sun Ming's father should have told him just now that if he hadn't appeared in front of Sun Ming's parents, then they were likely to lose their only son...... Choose suicide.

It's not impossible, it's not a so-called fantasy, like Li Hongbin, Sun Ming is the only son of these two old people, and it can even be called their only hope to live.

Now that Sun Ming is dead, their only son is dead, and the two old people who are not too far away from the ghost gate, is there any reason to live?

No.

But fortunately, Qian Mingguang came, and he waited for Sun Ming's parents with all his might, and finally let the two old people abandon the idea of suicide, the reason is what he said now.

"Uncle and aunt, you don't have to worry, although Brother Sun is gone, but I am still Qian Mingguang, you will treat me as Brother Sun in the future, and I will also treat you as my biological parents in the future," Speaking of this, Qian Mingguang looked at the two old men in front of him who were already in tears.

"Uncle, auntie, do you say okay?"

Sun Ming's mother couldn't say anything, so she could only purse her lips and nod her head with tears.

Sun Ming's old father trembled and stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, choked up and inhaled: "Mingguang, you don't need to say these words anymore, we all understand, and we are also glad that Ming'er can have such a good brother as you during his lifetime, okay, I won't talk nonsense," Sun Ming's old father got up from the chair with the support of his wife, and came to Qian Mingguang, and the old man grabbed Qian Mingguang's hand.

Staring at Qian Mingguang's heroic cheeks, the old man's voice trembled extremely, and his eyes were extremely uneasy and instructed him: "Mingguang, you remember, you must be careful after you go to the battlefield, don't you say that Your Majesty has canonized you as the captain of my Han, so that you are a general, just let your soldiers do it, you must not rush too hard, you said that if you are ......"

Old man Sun Ming's words couldn't go on, because on a day like today, if he said the word death, wouldn't it be too unlucky, wouldn't he be cursing this young man who was about to go to the battlefield.

But Qian Mingguang smiled indifferently and said: "Uncle and aunt, don't worry, I will not die on the battlefield, I will definitely come back alive." ”

"Good, good, good." The teary-eyed father Sun Ming held Qian Mingguang's big hand, said three good words in a row, and finally the wrinkled hands reluctantly let go of Qian Mingguang's powerful palms, and took his wife beside him to wave goodbye to Qian Mingguang.

"Since that's the case, then Mingguang, you can go and avenge Sun Ming and them."

"Mingguang, be careful."

Qian Mingguang hugged his fist towards the two lonely old men in front of him, and then turned to leave, Sun Ming's old father, who was inconvenient in his legs, sent Qian Mingguang out of the house with the support of his wife, walked out of the street, stood at the entrance of the street and was reluctant to look, until the young general disappeared, Sun Ming's old father and his old mother walked back home with each other's support.

........

After the end of the Hexi War, the 10,000 army in the hands of Huo Qubing only died more than 2,000 people, and there were still hundreds of seriously wounded people who could no longer continue to fight among the more than 2,000 people.

These people were all people who rolled out of Hexi and from the hell at the foot of Gaolan Mountain with Huo Quzhi, so Huo Qubing gave them supreme glory after consulting Liu Che.

From today on, the eight hundred guards no longer exist, and in their place are the three thousand Huo army elites!

Yes, after consulting Liu Che, Huo Qubing selected 1,100 soldiers who could fight well from the Northern Army of the Han Dynasty, and together with the 1,900 soldiers who survived the Battle of Hexi, they were assigned to his own personal guard army, thus organizing a 3,000 Huo army that only obeyed his command Huo Quzhi!

It is worth mentioning that Liu Che only agreed with Huo Qubing to form a general guard with 3,000 soldiers and horses, but he never agreed, and asked Huo Qubing to name this guard Huo Jun.

In fact, Liu Che didn't know until now that Huo Quzhi's unprecedented 3,000-person personal guard team was called Huo Jun, and Huo Qubing never told Liu Che.

If Liu Che really knew..... Then he would never allow Huo Quzhi to do this, nothing else, Huo Jun, just these two words, Liu Che is like a fish in his throat.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Li Guang and Zhang Qian had already left Chang'an with their army two hours earlier, rushing to the place where they were going to stop King Zuoxian, and Gongsun Ao had also left with his army half an hour earlier.

At this moment, when Huo Qubing received the tiger talisman that Liu Che gave him to mobilize 20,000 troops in the Weiyang Palace, the champion Hou took his four generals and 3,000 Huo army elites to form a long queue in the streets of Chang'an, and marched from the Han Palace to the east gate of Chang'an.

On the spacious street, one after another riding a high-headed horse, the Han soldiers who showed off their might carried the banner of Chinese characters, held the sharp Changge, did not squint in the queue, drove the war horse, and slowly advanced, and the people who were watching nearby were chattering at the big Han lion who was about to go to the battlefield in front of them, and they were talking very excitedly in the bustling crowd.

"See, these are the people of General Huo who won a big victory in Hexi not long ago, why are they the bravest soldiers under General Huo Quai."

"Well, it is worthy of the soldiers and horses under the command of my Han God of War, and it is really extraordinary."

"Hey, did you see that handsome young general riding a tall horse, he is the general under General Huo, General Zhao Ponu."

"Yes, yes, you look at the general who looks like a Huns, he is also a general under General Huo, called Gao Buzhi, I heard that during the battle of Hexi, he alone had a few tricks with King Luhu, who was known as the King of Golden Daohu, very powerful."

"Also, you didn't see the first general to walk, it is rumored that he cut off the heads of more than 20 Huns in the Battle of Hexi."

"Yes, it's so powerful, haha, it seems that my big man can win again this time."

It was bustling, very crowded and noisy in the middle of the crowd.

A cripple man without his right leg, a cripple with two crutches, stood silently at the back of the crowd.

Listen to the people's discussions about the generals under Huo Quai's command, and listen to the people's praise for them.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes were extremely dim, and he looked at the Han soldiers who walked in front of him with great unwillingness.

Looking at those familiar faces, looking at Zhao Ponu, many servants, Gao Buzhi and others on the war horse, this person's pair of tiger eyes couldn't help but be covered with a layer of mist.

"I ...... It could have been standing there. ”