Su Qinglang raised his head and looked at the ancestral hall in the distance, his expression was in a trance.

How many years, such a scene, how many years has been imagined in his mind.

One day, he will kneel before the old ones, plead with them, and say sorry to them.

However, on that day five years ago, blood flowed through the long street, and all those he cherished died at his hands, and in the end there was not even a tombstone.

Outside Chang'an City, in the mass grave, hundreds of dead bodies were piled up together and buried in that huge pit, and he couldn't tell which one was Xie Yu, and which one was someone who had laughed and laughed with him and treated him like a relative.

He remembered that Uncle Xie was upright, loyal, and dignified, but he was very enthusiastic about him and always happy

Chapter 119 of "A Traitorous Minister" The ancestral hall is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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