At dusk, the three of them left the capital division and went to Huanxifang.

Xiaofeng's corpse turned into a handful of ashes and was placed in the altar.

Forced to flee in infancy, wandering without support when he was a child, meeting the shopkeeper Gu, and finally having a peaceful life, and then when he entered the Beijing Division, he was claustrophobic for several years, and the relatives he wanted to see in every way had no chance to recognize each other after all, and this life fell to the ground.

Luo Changqing held the urn altar, still not knowing that the people in it were connected with her blood.

The sound of horses' hooves was sick, and they set foot on the return journey, this time fortunately, they did not fail in their mission.

Behind him, someone in the capital was waiting, a few dishes were added to the table, and the man in the crimson official robe put on his usual smile, and even adjusted his posture a few times, so that he looked extremely natural.

Chapter 137 The dust has settled is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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