Blood splattered everywhere, and the whole house was in an uproar, and it became a mess.

Zhao Chen quickly looked away and turned to the person standing behind the hall.

Black fur, beautiful appearance, a hand as white as jade, throwing a stone before it will be withdrawn...

Seeing her look over, Meng Yong only paused for a moment, and then calmly walked to her side.

"I've done my best." His voice was very soft, and he did not explain at all why he was hiding his martial arts.

Zhao Chen didn't ask, looked at him, looked at the arrow again, and said to himself: "Divine arrow Cai Wen." ”

This is also the reason why she didn't let Han Feng chase after her.

There is a long-established archer in the rivers and lakes, named Cai Wen.

A sky-shaking bow and a special 100-steel arrow can be said to be an arrow that can kill people with hidden arrows several miles away, and almost never misses.

And the most suitable place nearby, only two miles away is Lingxiao Pavilion, unless she or Meng Yong personally chases after -

However, neither of them had any intention of revealing their skills in public.

In the chaos, they didn't move forward, and with their eyesight, they naturally saw that the six princes were not saved.

The prince was shot dead in front of the criminal department, which is really a big hilarity...

Taking advantage of the chaos in the hall and no one paying attention, she probably told Zhao Hanqing about Cai Wen's situation, ignored Meng Yong, who looked thoughtful, and took Yue Huo and them away.

"Prince Wu—" In a secluded place, Yue Huo called in a low voice, and bowed down his robe, "The student thanked the deceased." ”

Zhao Chen shook his head: "Don't worship me here, let's go, while we can still go out of Beijing now, let's go see Cui'er first." ”

………

After the First World War of Chu and Wei, the entire army of the Changming Army was wiped out, and the corpses were all over the border battlefield.

Zhu Chongyuan's troops were able to defend the west border pass of Xiaobanhe and rescue Zhao Chen, who was trapped in the battlefield.

At that time, Emperor Chu, who was far away in the capital, had issued three holy decrees in a row.

One is: all the soldiers who died in battle were knighted, posthumously sealed, and rewarded with silver.

The second is: order the army to escort the corpses of King Huan Lie Zhongwu and the soldiers who died in the battle back to Beijing.

The third is: to build a martyr's garden to protect the country, and to bury all the dead in this war——

The neighing of war horses, the sound of spears, and the ambition of heroes;

Born heroes, dead ghosts, martyrs and martyrs.

Zhao Chen withdrew his gaze at the inscription of Emperor Chu, and stepped into this martyr's garden with Yingchun and Yue Huo.

Although Cui'er is not a loyal martyr, Xiao Qingshan also deserves it.

But in the end, people die right and wrong.

Eleven years ago, Xiao Qingshan was buried here; Eleven years later, she ordered someone to bury Cui'er next to Xiao Qingshan.

She looked at the nameless tombstone and said softly: "Acquaintance is also fate, although I can't leave you a name, but fortunately, your father and son are reunited, if there is really an afterlife, let's give birth to an ordinary family..."

A glass of turbid wine is sent to the deceased.

She bowed her hand, leaving Yue Huo, who was crying silently, and strode towards the top of the mountain.

She comes here every winter to pay homage to the spirits of the dead on the mountain, and to the god who sleeps on the top of the mountain.

The withered branches and snow, the wind is like waves, whistling in the distant mountains and forests.

She tightened her long fur, took the cloth bag in Yingchun's hand, and sent him to worship Fang Zhenduo, who was also buried on this mountain, and she came to the lonely grave step by step and slowly.

The tomb of Zhao Baice, the king of Huan Lie's loyalty.

She sat on the ground, silently took out incense, candles, paper money, wine and pastries, and after setting them up, she picked up the wine jar, poured a glass and put it in front of the tombstone, and poured the rest into her mouth one by one.

Long silence.

"It's a good wine." She whispered, "But I don't have your ability, this is still a bitter trick, and Your Majesty rewarded me..."

Silence, dead silence.

She lit the paper money and watched silently as the flames devoured them, the wind whipped up and flew in all directions.

Distant memories tugging at thoughts—

The angry horse neighed, the killing shouts shook the sky, and the whole place was red and gurgling...

The man was a white horse with a spear, silver armor bathed in blood, and his momentum was stronger and stronger every moment, as if he wanted to remember him in this vast world.

"I've handed over this kid to you." With his back straight, spear in hand, he rode straight into the enemy camp.

——

She shook her head and smiled, slapped away a jar of wine, and said softly: "The sixth child is being killed today..."

There was silence for a while.

She smiled and sighed: "Actually, I'm also afraid of death, I'm afraid of death to live for a long time, don't you think that's right?" You're not afraid of death..."

The wind howled, rolling up the snow in the four fields, and falling on her and the lonely grave, as if connecting them.

"I can't run." She poured the glass of wine in front of the tombstone, filled it again, and smiled stupidly, "I'm a family man—"

She stopped talking, looking back at the people who were walking in the distance.

The man had one eye, half a scar on his face, full of gorgeous hair, hunched over like a shrimp, and slowly approached.

"What is there to say?" He asked in a low voice.

Zhao Chen smiled brightly: "It's so much to be able to say." ”

"Let's go, don't bother him, he never likes to be busy."

"You're really not coming with me?" This question, which is asked every year, she still asks it again as usual.

The hunchbacked man shook his head: "I'm dying, it's the most appropriate place to die here, I have chosen the place myself, you can remember to bury me when the time comes." ”

"Live two more years, how can you feel at ease if you die now?" She smiled and shook her head, looking at another person approaching the top of the mountain.

Seeing that someone was coming, the hunchbacked man didn't say anything more, bowed to the lonely grave, and walked back along the same road tremblingly.

Meng Yong looked at the hunchbacked man walking towards him, and was silent for a moment but still gave way sideways, his eyebrows and eyes lowered as if condensing.

It wasn't until the hunchbacked man walked away that he looked in the direction of the lonely grave.

For a moment, two moments, he walked over there again, stood in front of Zhao Chen, bent down slightly and stretched out his hand to her.

Zhao Chen looked up at him, stood up with his hand, and asked, "Why did you come here with you?" ”

"That was the Tiger General just now?" Meng Yong replied to the question.

Zhao Chen laughed, his bright eyes bent into a crescent moon, "There are no tiger generals here, only the mausoleum keeper Lu Dingbei." ”

There was a moment of silence –

"Your Majesty was furious, ordered the city gate to be sealed, and thoroughly inspected all parts of the city, and ordered someone to send a message to our mansion, saying that you should stay in the mansion for a long time." Meng Yong naturally brushed the snow on her body for her.

"Grounded pending investigation? That's right, who made me the most suspicious person in Manjing now. Zhao Chen smiled, "Yes, let's go, if I don't go back, Your Majesty should think that I have absconded in fear of sin." ”

Meng Yong glanced at the tombstone, took her hand and walked down the mountain.

After a few steps, Zhao Chen suddenly stopped, turned his head sideways and asked, "It's all here, don't you worship my father?" ”

Meng Yong paused, pulled her and walked back.

In front of the lonely grave, he stood quietly for a while, bowed, held Zhao Chen's hand again, and said for a long time: "I will protect him..."

After he finished speaking, he took Zhao Chen and went down the mountain without stopping.

——

At the mountain gate, the two stopped.

"There are many people who are suspected in this matter, but the most likely one is the person who designed to break your leg back then, and this person is likely to be involved with Taipingwei." He paused, "It's a negligence on the part of the next, and I didn't realize that Concubine Hui's letter to the six princes hid a mystery." ”

That day in the palace, Zhao Chen asked the little father-in-law to give a little talk to Concubine Hui.

Tell Concubine Hui that she will do her best to protect the six princes, let him be the most important and let him go, and not return to Beijing, so that she will not make trouble anymore, so as not to annoy the two nobles in the palace...

After Zhao Chen's words, Concubine Hui stopped crying and begging every day, and ordered the little palace maid to secretly go out of the palace to send a letter to Zhao Chen.

And in that letter, in addition to some words of thanks, it also vaguely indicated that she would be grateful for her kindness.

However, Zhao Chen didn't expect that Concubine Hui, a weak woman in the deep palace, would act so decisively, and the so-called gratitude was to let the six princes tell what they saw back then.

Zhao Chen thought for a while and said: "The sixth child doesn't know anything, at most he can only bite out the presence of the four princes, do you think it will be the four princes?" ”

Meng Yong shook his head: "There are no clues yet, too many people are suspicious just by guessing." He smiled, "Even if you are under and Lord Zhao, they also have the motivation to cut the grass and eradicate it, right?" ”

His eyes fell on the inscription of Emperor Chu, and after a while, he said: "The only thing you have to do now is to settle down, and the others are going down to check." ”