"What did you say?" The smile on Han Feng's face suddenly froze. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He couldn't hold Liang Jun, and as soon as his arm loosened, he almost threw the child to the ground.

At this time, Liu Quan and several people had also arrived, and they were closer to Ji, and when they heard Liang Jun's words, they didn't wait for the mount to stop, and they jumped over, grabbed Liang Jun, and said, "Tell me clearly, who died?"

Liang Jun cried so much that he couldn't say a whole sentence, Yu Tianxing next to him didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly knelt on the ground at this moment, and said: "Wanrou girl, she suffered from the wind and cold on the road, and somehow the illness is as serious as a day, we looked for a doctor, but they all said that it was not good...... Half a month ago, she ...... She just ......" she burst into tears as she spoke, kowtowing to Han Feng and crying, "Holy Lord, it's all my fault, if I persuade her to stay in Fengguan Mangcheng that day and not come out, everything will be fine." But she ...... She's so eager to see you......"

"No...... No...... You're all lying to me!" Han Feng's body shook, and if it weren't for holding Blizzard's saddle with one hand, he would almost fall to the ground. He only felt a flower in front of him, and all these people in front of him couldn't see it, but what he could see was the last meeting between Wanrou and himself. It was more than half a year ago, and he was going to leave Fengguan Mangcheng to go to Daqingshan to find Tianma, and Wanrou saw him off.

At that time, she was all right, healthy and healthy, and she only hoped that he would go back as soon as possible, and told him that she would wait for him, how could she ...... Are they all empty words?

He turned his gaze and remembered the dirty face he had seen in the depths of the earth. The dirt face first appeared of the dead around him, and then of the surviving as they were when they were gone. He remembered that it was indeed ...... Is it young-looking...... But is that, really true? How can it be true, even the white child's "opening" has never been!

In a trance, he saw Yu Tianxing take out a small black jar from his arms, put it in front of him, and said, "Wanrou said that she wants to see you when she is dying...... But after all, it was not easy to carry her body, so we cremated her body and brought it over. She ......"

Han Feng Muran moved his gaze from Yu Tianxing's face to the black jar on the ground, and wanted to move forward, but his body shook, but his feet took a step back: How could this be his gentleness? His gentleness was obviously a person, how could it be this black and cold jar now. Can't he hold her anymore? Who else in this world will whisper and call him a good man?

No one is there.

Suddenly, Lijiao's cry sounded in his ears, the cry was poignant, but it sounded like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, splitting Han Feng's whole person to his senses. He took a deep breath, leaned forward and picked up the black can, then ignored the others, not even the blizzard, and staggered towards Toyosu City.

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Where should I take Wanrou with me?

The future is long, and the place is unfamiliar. There is no memory of him and Wanrou in common. Toyosu was originally his pride, but at this time, he felt useless.

And where did Wanrou die, what did she think and say when she died, did she hate herself, did she resent?

There must be. She has always been obedient, she has never asked for anything, and if she can take the initiative to leave Fengguan Mangcheng, she must be very impatient to wait. Indeed, since he became the emperor of the Western Dynasty, it is like a different person, although he does not have the emperor's frame, but he can't help himself, and unconsciously, he is no longer her "father-in-law". In the past, he took her everywhere he went, even if her physique would affect the speed of his progress, he never gave up on her, and she always insisted on following him and tried to follow, but when he was the emperor of God, everything was no longer only about himself, and the time seemed too short for what he had to do, and he could no longer spend time on Wanrou, so he left her again and again, thinking that this was the best for her, so that she was safe and did not have to be distracted......

But life is only a few decades, and there is not much time in the first place, let alone Wanrou...... Wanrou grew up in Jiangnan since she was a child, and this time she couldn't afford to get sick, mostly because she stayed in Fengguan Mangcheng for a long time, and the water and soil hurt her vitality.

But even if you figure it out now, what's the use?

What's the use!

He didn't know where he went, but when he came back to his senses, it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see his fingers. But in such a dark scene, he inexplicably felt a kind of security and kindness, as if he couldn't see it, that is, he fell into a coma, and was able to treat everything as a dream.

He sat down slowly against the wall beside him, and held the black jar to his heart, only to realize that the jar had been warmed, and it no longer looked like a cold corpse.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" He had too much to say, but when it came to his mouth, only these three words came out.

He clearly knew that his beloved was not gentle, but at this time, he felt heartache, and tears fell involuntarily. Regret or guilt, he couldn't control his tears at all, and when the tears rained down, he only felt that he was sad not only Wanrou, but also himself, and from then on, there was no one he trusted wholeheartedly in this world.

I don't know how long it took in this darkness, long enough for him to think that he was really in a nightmare, and long enough for him to start worrying about when he would wake up from this nightmare, only to see the light flashing in front of him, and a familiar figure walked over.

Willow Springs.

Liu Quan lit the oil lamp above Han Feng's head with a torch in one hand, and two jars of wine in the other. He didn't speak, he sat beside Han Feng by himself, smashed the wine seals of the two jars of wine, and handed one of them to Han Feng.

Only then did Han Feng see where he was—in his daze, he had inexplicably walked to the end of the gold mine. Thinking about it, the soldier in charge of guarding the mine saw that his expression was wrong, so he didn't dare to stop him, but told Liu Quan and a few people about his location. However, it was Liu Quan who came to him now, which he did not expect.

But come to think of it, except for Liu Quan, no one else will come to find him. She was not afraid enough to be sad herself, and Mingxi felt embarrassed when she came over, Du Lun was unable to move, and only Liu Quan was still sympathetic.

Liu Quan still didn't speak, he touched the wine jar in Han Feng's hand with his own wine jar, and then raised his head and drank it first. Han Feng looked lonely at him, knowing that he probably thought of Zhuo Xiaoting, so it wasn't something that hurt him, Han Feng's heart was sour, and without waiting for tears, he also raised his head and poured a big sip of wine.

The moment he looked up, tears finally slipped from the corners of his eyes, and in the overhead light, a golden light took a strip of light.