Four days later, the group bypassed Bowang Peak and arrived at the north side of South Changmen Mountain, which is the real Changmen Mountain. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Every grass and tree in this mountain was very familiar to Han Feng. He would often be distracted, and then he would feel tears in his eyes, and even he would be amazed. He is not so sentimental people, and he has never regarded Lidu as his "hometown", but unconsciously, this situation is still the softest place in his heart.

And on the last night when everyone was resting in Changmen Mountain, the two groups of ten suddenly made a fuss in the middle of the night.

Twenty big men shouted at me, disturbing the whole team uneasy. Everyone who was disturbed by their dreams lost their temper, but when they were asked what they were arguing about, everyone sobered up.

Han Feng was gone.

The group of ten shirked responsibility to each other, blaming each other for not guarding the prisoner, Qingqiu was also worried, only to feel that there was no one to lead the way, and there was no direction for a while, but fortunately, Langba did not panic in the scattered sand. The blind master walked to the place where the night had originally stopped, squatted down and stroked the dirt that he had stepped on at night, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You can wait at ease, at most two or three days, your Emperor Han will come back." ”

And when the camp was in chaos, Han Feng was already walking in the vast mountain road of Changmen Mountain with the night.

He had walked this road before, when he was a deserter, and now he was the king of a country. However, no matter how different the identity is, this road is still the same. Especially in this misty night, he breathed the air here deeply, only to feel that the wings of his nose opened and closed, and his heart and lungs were soaked in old stories.

He went all the way east, letting the night run out of his temper, even so...... He still didn't think the night was fast enough. The trees on both sides flashed quickly, just like the memories in his mind, like a flood of waves, swept in.

He's going to see an old friend, a deceased friend.

"Xiao Ling, I haven't seen you for more than two years, and it's going to be three years. Although Zhuo Xiaoling had already clarified his identity with him, and had already explained that her real name was "Zhuo Xiaoting", in Han Feng's heart, she was still the brother she used to be - Zhuo Xiaoling, who had small eyes, small nose, short head, and liked to steal people's things.

After all, he couldn't see Zhuo Xiaoting as a girl who liked him, and even felt in his heart that if he really looked at Zhuo Xiaoting like that, he wouldn't be able to stand with her. I can't live with her hard work since she was a child, I can't help with her "special", and I can't stop with her "brotherhood" with herself for so many years.

There are many girls who like him, Wanrou is, Yu Tianxing is too, and Mingxi who makes him unforgettable, and since he became the Emperor of Han, there are countless women who "like" him, but there is only one Zhuo Xiaoting in the world - Zhuo Xiaoling.

Zhuo Xiaoting's tomb is in the easternmost section of Changmen Mountain, he rushed from the west of Changmen Mountain at the moment, even if he has the strength of the night's feet, it will take two days and two nights, fortunately, there is Bai Tong, even on horseback, he can rest, and the night is easy and happy, and he does not feel tired.

Perhaps because it was close to his hometown, he snorted happily from time to time at night, and ran "on a rampage", which vividly showed the nature of the horse beast, and frightened the beasts on both sides of the mountain road to dodge.

And at this moment, Han Feng is not what it used to be, after breaking the barrier, he is much sharper than before on weekdays, he listens to Lin Tao, looks at the shadow of the trees, sees this Changmen Mountain more thoroughly, and even really finds the Ming Ape. The night was so fast that the Ming Ape, who was known for its vigilance, didn't even have time to give a warning call, and in the midst of light and shadow, Han Feng galloped on his horse, only a brief glimpse of the ape shadow among the dead trees.

In Han Feng's eyes, the Ming Ape should be regarded as an extremely beautiful creature. Covered in golden fur, they weave through the canopy, reflecting the sunlight, and even look like magical creatures made of gold. And in that hurried glance, he only looked at it with pure appreciation, so much so that he forgot what incredible medicinal effect the Ming Ape itself had, and even ran out of the night for a few miles, Han Feng suddenly came back to his senses, secretly wondering if he could really catch the Ming Ape, I don't know if he could heal Ouyang Xiaomei.

It's a pity that the opportunity is no longer there, and he has already arrived at Zhuo Xiaoting's grave.

It was a rudimentary dirt bag, just like when he left, except that the dirt of the dirt bag could no longer distinguish whether it was new or old, and green grass had grown. The tomb is flanked by tall plane trees, and the shadows of the trees cast down to completely envelop the tomb, so the weeds do not grow too luxuriantly.

Because it was already winter, the leaves were falling everywhere, and the weeds were withered and yellow, Han Feng knelt on the ground and slowly peeled off the yellow leaves of the withered grass on the grave, lest he hurt the grave itself. He was terrified in his heart, only to feel that Zhuo Xiaoting was watching his every move with a pair of small eyes, as if he was complaining that he had not come to see her, and that he had not told Liu Quan where she was buried. After all, before she died, she still revealed her nostalgia for Liu Quan, not to mention that she should also miss him and Liu Quan's daughter.

"Xiaoling, I'm sorry. Han Feng said silently in his heart.

After the grave was cleared, Han Feng saw that an unknown plant was deeply rooted in the soil and could not be pulled out. The plant had a small pom-pom flower at the top. The flower color is half white and half yellow, the corolla is very small, and the whole flower seems to have failed, but it is still blooming tenaciously, although it is not beautiful at all.

I don't know what power there is in the dark, so Han Feng lowered his head to sniff the flower, but he only smelled the faint smell of grass and trees, and nothing else.

This flower is like the reincarnation of Zhuo Xiaoting, it is completely like the continuation of her life!

Thinking of this, Han Feng only felt that his eyes were hot, and he almost burst into tears. Looking at the wooden sign of "Liu Zhuo's Xiaoting" in front of the tomb, which had long been decayed and dilapidated, Han Feng wanted to set up another one, but now he felt that there was nothing better than this flower, more appropriate, and more satisfying to Zhuo Xiaoting's soul in the sky.

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Han Feng's return was as sudden as when he left, but looking at his gloomy face, no one wanted to ask him where he had gone in the past few days, let alone wonder what the person or thing that made him so sad was.

And continuing the next trip, people found that Emperor Han, who had always been silent, seemed to be a different person. As he approached Lidu, Han Feng gradually opened up the conversation, and even he himself didn't realize until this time that Lidu had always been in his heart and had never gone far.

He likes to tell the stories of Lidu, likes to share the joys of Lidu with others, and likes to describe to people the light and almost tasteless white water wine...... In his mouth, Lidu has changed from a terrifying prison for prisoners to a warm and warm home. Everyone was more or less yearning for Lidu, until they saw the smoke rising from the Daqing Mountain.

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