"Be careful with me, this is something His Royal Highness the Heavenly Martial King wants, it is worth a lot of money, and if you break it, you won't be able to pay for it in your lifetime!"

A short and fat shopkeeper led a few handymen into the gate of the Tianwu Palace, he was in a trance for a while before he came back to his senses, and was busy giving the steward in the palace a tribute to silver, hoping to get some advice.

The current Tianwu Wangfu is a mansion with two kings, and the two generations of war gods live here, which can be described as extremely illustrious and glorious.

Moreover, both father and daughter are only keen on war, and power and so on are like clouds to them, perhaps for this reason, the king treats them with great respect, and does not start infighting as other countries secretly hope.

The shopkeeper stood on the blue brick pavement, feeling that his legs were weak, as if he was stepping on a cotton field, and at some point a man in a golden robe with a noble temperament appeared under the porch, looking deeply at the things he sent.

Until the man finished checking everything and put the things in a tray and took them away, the shopkeeper was still stunned in place, and the palace steward waved his hand a few times in front of him, and his wrist was hugged by him!

"Then, that one is His Highness?!"

"Nonsense, of course it's our prince, the prince is very attentive to the things given to the county lord, and every time he personally accepts it, you kid can see his old man in this life, and I have to thank you for the treasure you brought!"

My old Zhang is worth it in this life...... The shopkeeper came up with such an idea in a trance, recalled the dignity of the idol, and fell back with a happy face.

Over the years, the countries of this realm have long been led by the Western Kingdom, paying tribute every year, for fear that something will go wrong, and they will be targeted by the undead army, and the end of the country will be ruined. It wasn't until three years ago that the Wushuang County Lord announced her retirement and returned her Xuanjia Legion to the Heavenly Warrior King, while the Undead Legion was handed over to Dugu Yao, whom she regarded as her own brother.

The county lord hasn't been seen since.

Everyone knows that King Tianwu is very fond of her, as long as she is in the capital, King Tianwu will move the rare treasures purchased with a lot of money to the mansion one by one for her enjoyment, and even open a few more warehouses for this purpose.

For the past three years, every month.

The golden-robed man returned to the room with the tray in his arms, put the treasures that were enough to break people's heads on the shelf, and continued to play the game of chess.

If it had been a few years ago, it would have been impossible for him to study these things, and since Xiang'er returned to him, he found that he had lost interest in war and martial arts; And after Xiang'er left, only these things that he once hated could make him find a little peace.

The monarch who went out on patrol sighed: "Uncle Huang, what's the trouble?" ”

The Western Kingdom can't be without the God of War, let alone Wushuang, otherwise those countries and tribes that were beaten down by her are very likely to fight back.

So, they concocted a false illusion of retreat.

In fact, the Si people have passed away, and the traces of incense are hard to find.

The Buddha is fragrant.

King Tianwu's face calmly fell, "It's your turn." ”

……

The moon rises, and all things rest.

He knocked on the window reflecting Qianying, and said in a concerned tone: "Xiang'er, it's too much to read at night, go to bed early." ”

The person inside answered, this voice should be familiar to him, but it is extremely unfamiliar.

"Yes, father, I'll sleep."

Xiang'er won't talk like that, this is a stand-in carefully cultivated by the monarch, and it is always different from the real person.

He withdrew his hand abruptly, and a "good" escaped from his throat, and it was blown away by the wind, like a sigh.

I will never forget the night when the moon wheel hung high three years ago.

She walked away calmly, as if she was just going to an appointment with a distant friend.

No one can say exactly what disease she suffers from.

The weaker her body became, the calmer her eyes became. That day, she sent Lu Fang to summon him in and said softly, "Father, I'm sorry, I'm going to go first." ”

"Xiang'er ......"

She patted the back of his hand like she had done to soothe him that year.

"Father, the cycle of life and death can't be escaped, I know it will be like this, I have done everything I want to do in this life, and I have no regrets when I say it." Her smile is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves, but as fleeting as winter snow.

"It's just...... Before leaving, I want to hear something nice, but I wonder if my father is willing to do it? ”

There was a little cunning in her eyes, and she looked vivid and lovely, very much like her mother.

The Heavenly Warrior King leaned down in pain and pressed his forehead against the back of her cold, thin hand, he was willing to do anything as long as he could keep her alive.

But he could sense that she might have been looking forward to this parting for a long time.

An ethereal voice came from overhead: "What am I to my father?" ”

He heard his own trembling voice, and with firmness in his grief, he replied earnestly: "My pride, you are the greatest pride of my life!" ”

She smiled happily and asked, "What about Mother?" What is she to you? ”

King Tianwu thought seriously for a while, and reported what he thought was the most accurate answer word by word: "She is the woman I respect the most in my life. ”

Because she gave birth to you, to send such a peerless treasure to me, to our country as an irreplaceable hero.

But is it just because of this? As soon as he spoke, his eyes suddenly appeared a little dazed, so he lowered his head and was stunned, not seeing his daughter's regretful eyes.

"No, you can't just honor her." Her tone was like admonishing a child who had done something wrong.

King Tianwu watched her laboriously take out something from under the pillow and stuff it into his palm, red and bright, as if it was a little familiar.

When she was done, she pressed his finger down and wrapped it around it, and the thread touched his finger, but he couldn't see what it was.

"Father, open it and take a look." She winked mischievously.

Just as the Heavenly Martial King opened it, Lan Shuying looked at the top of his head with a few silver threads, and said in his heart: Take care.

She thought that she would be reluctant to be nostalgic at this moment, but she didn't.

At this time, her heart was calm, like a shadow wandering outside the world, looking at this world that was about to be without her.

The nearly twenty years we have been together before are like a dream, waking up from the dream, all superfluous emotions are withdrawn.

It's over.

The Heavenly Martial King clenched the mandarin duck bag and looked at the strand of hair wrapped in red thread with a dull look.

He knew that one of the handfuls belonged to him, cut by the bride on the wedding night, and tied together with the green silk handed by a woman, all in this bag.

You've got me, I've got you......

He remembered that the hearty and lovely girl was playing with the corner of his clothes, Yingying smiled, and said: "Married as a husband and wife, there is no doubt about love!" ”

Did he lose her affection......

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Lan Shuying looked at all the taskbars marked with green ticks, and closed her eyes with satisfaction.

The man, who was over half a hundred years old, threw himself in front of her bed and cried incoherently, like a child who had lost his favorite toy. But it has nothing to do with her anymore, goodbye, father.