When He Qianwei adjusted her mentality and officially entered Wancheng, she felt like a world away.

The streets in my memory have changed, and many of the roadside stalls and shops that I once loved to patronize have changed owners or are not in place, and people and things are unrecognizable.

She still rode on her horse, silently looking at her unrecognizable hometown, all the way into the former He Mansion - this would be a temporary resting place for the generals of this war before the battle was pushed into the hinterland of the grassland.

He Xiuzhu and Jiang Liuwan have guarded the border for several years, respected by the people of Wancheng, even if the couple has passed away for nearly ten years, He Mansion still has loyal servants who do not want to leave to stay, and every year there are people spontaneously repairing it, and it is still the same as before.

When He Qianwei saw the familiar front door, she felt that her eyes were hot, and she almost burst into tears.

She turned her head away rather embarrassed, subconsciously looking for Xiao Zaiyang, and was patted comfortably by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

She regretted that she had taken off the curtain so early.

He Qianwei's life experience is well known, and several generals who also followed immediately made a decision, either looking up at the sky or lowering their heads to count the floor tiles, but they didn't look ahead.

Flying Mirror is different. The girl felt that she had the burden of diverting the attention of the young lady on her shoulders, and without hesitation, she walked to the front and raised her hand to buckle the door.

No one answered the door for a while, and Feijing was not in a hurry, so he waited patiently for a while, and sure enough, the door squeaked and opened a gap.

"Recently, the Huns are still here, so you don't have to help clean the general's mansion—" Before the person behind the door appeared, he had already babbled, "If the general is still here, he must also want young people to go to the battlefield."

Feijing didn't hear which old person's voice it was, and only raised his lips and smiled when he heard the words.

"Don't worry, old man, the big guys are very conscious, and they practice in the barracks every day, and they don't dare to relax for a moment." She said, "We, the reinforcements from the capital, are preparing to let a few generals rest temporarily in the general's mansion, recharge their energy, and then go to fight the Huns."

"Oh...... Oh," the man said slowly, stunned, "is it so soon......

As he spoke, he pushed the door open and walked out of the He Mansion.

It was an old slave, hunched over, his face covered with the marks of time, and he had to squint his eyes to see what was in front of him.

As a strong young man, Feijing recognized this person's identity at first sight: Lin Xu, the nephew of Lin Xu, the housekeeper of the He Mansion, Lin Zhi.

Lin Zhi is an old child, although he is Lin Xu's nephew in terms of generation, in fact, he is even a few years older than Qi, and he is an old man who was in the mansion when He Qianwei's grandparents were in the generation.

After the accident that year, Lin Xu originally planned to take the remaining slaves who were unwilling to leave with the deed of sale to Beijing, and was responsible for taking care of the empty general's mansion in the capital.

It's just that there are not a few elderly slaves in the He family, although these people give up recovering their free bodies, they are also reluctant to leave Wancheng, and their bodies do not support their long journeys.

Lin Zhi is such a person.

In terms of intimacy, Feijing and Lin Zhi have another layer of origin.

Seeing Lin Zhi now, Feijing was overjoyed, took the initiative to meet him, and said with a smile: "Lin Bo doesn't know, we left from the capital and rushed all the way to Wancheng, because we were worried, we basically didn't have much rest, so it was naturally fast."

"Okay, it's almost good......" Lin Zhi couldn't help nodding, "If the general's spirit in the sky knows, he must be very relieved......

After he finished saying this, he noticed the sound of "Limber" in hindsight, and the whole person was visibly stunned, and looked up and down carefully at the flying mirror.

Feijing was just a child who had just turned ten years old when he left Wancheng, and he didn't recognize who it was when he looked left and right, but he thought about himself confused.

Feijing smiled and took the initiative to say his name: "Limber, I'm Feijing, you should remember me, right?"

Lin Zhi suddenly realized.

He had no intention of marrying a wife back then, and he had no children under his knees, which made his parents very worried, so Lin Xu naturally had to persuade a few words.

It's a pity that no amount of persuasion has any effect.

It happened that there was a matter of flying mirrors at that time, and Lin Xu was told to take good care of the flying mirrors, and when he passed by his nephew's door, he had a flash of inspiration, and he did not hesitate to hand over this work to Lin Zhi.

Although Feijing was later favored by He Xiuzhu and carried to He Qianwei alone, the halfway father-daughter relationship has really accumulated.

Reunited after a long absence, Lin Zhi was also very emotional, and the joy in his words could not be hidden.

"Remember, remember, where can I forget? Lin Bo is now an old bone, but he can still tell the flying mirror girl's favorite peach blossom crisp."

Feijing pursed her lips and smiled.

She also had a lot to say in her heart, but now was not a good time to catch up, so she took the initiative to change the topic.

"These are the main generals of this battle, and there are also military advisors appointed by His Majesty."

Feijing stepped aside, but did not mention He Qianwei's identity alone, but said vaguely about the military advisor.

She admits that she was a little expecting Limber's reaction when he found out who she was.

Lin Zhi also knew the priorities in his heart, so he didn't say more, and turned his gaze leisurely behind Feijing.

He has also joined the army, and he has been on an errand in the General's Mansion for decades, and he has seen many famous generals, so he is naturally quite interested in this.

Lin Zhi originally wanted to take a look at the generals in iron armor one by one, but as soon as he turned his eyes, he saw Xiao Zaiyang and He Qianwei for the first time.

Without him, these two people are really very different from the others, not like the generals who came to participate in the war, but ...... If you come to join in the fun, the juniors of the family.

It's not because they are dressed in fluttering clothes and full of fairy spirit, it's just that in a group of soldiers with resolute faces and wheat-skinned skin, two people who are even a little dazzling white suddenly appeared, and anyone who sees it will feel the same.

Lin Zhi's face was stunned, and Feijing realized that he had forgotten His Royal Highness the Prince!

She was busy trying to make amends, but He Qianwei, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince personally conquered the Xiongnu on behalf of His Majesty, came on a long journey, heard many things along the way, and wanted to go to the ancestral temple of Hefu to worship." She said softly, "Lin Bo only needs to arrange for someone to take a few generals to his residence, and he doesn't have to worry about His Highness and me."

Xiao Zaiyang didn't say a word, as if he didn't care about He Qianwei's transgression, and even nodded thoughtfully.

His marriage contract with He Qianwei is already well known, and He Xiuzhu and Jiang Liuwan are a generation of famous generals, both public and private, they should go to worship.

Lin Zhi didn't answer immediately, but looked at He Qianwei in a daze.

He stared intently for such a short time, and his eyes were faintly moist.

Like, too much like that. He even felt in a trance that the general was now standing in front of him again.

"The old slave obeys the orders of the young lady—"

Lin Zhi's voice choked.

He Qianwei replied sullenly.

As the saying goes, the eighteenth change of a female college student, Feijing is such a type of person who has been reborn, but He Qianwei is different.

She has had the same beautiful eyes as her mother since she was a child, and she is similar to her father's facial features.

Lin Zhi was originally born in the He family army, and he fought with He Xiuzhu for several years, and later added Jiang Liuwan, a heroic and sassy housemother who could also go into battle to kill the enemy, so he was deeply impressed by them.

Now when I see He Qianwei, I am not surprised to recognize people at a glance.

Lin Zhi's heart was sour, but his movements were a little more vigorous, and he quickly retreated.

He arranged the residences of several generals in a hurry, and asked a few new subordinates in the mansion to give orders in front of them, and handled things properly.

And He Qianwei ordered in front, Lin Zhi also suppressed his joy, and did not bother her again, but talked about the old days with Feijing.

He Qianwei took Xiao Zaiyang, and the two of them walked to the ancestral temple of He Mansion.

The area of He Mansion is not large, and He Qianwei walked all the places in the house when she was a child, although it has been so long, she still remembers the way, and she stood in front of the ancestral temple with Xiao Zaiyang after a while.

As early as when he first arrived in Wancheng, He Xiuzhu made a vow not to break Loulan and never return it, and Jiang Liuwan was the same.

It was done after the death of the two people, and they did not pay attention to the principle of returning to the roots, but followed the last wishes of the deceased and set up an ancestral temple in He Mansion to comfort the souls of the heroes.

The ancestral temple of the He family is in the capital, but Jiang Liuwan and He Xiuzhu are buried in Wancheng, and this ancestral temple should belong to the two of them alone.

He Qianwei stopped in front of the ancestral temple and watched silently for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.

"There is no need to rush the worship service." Xiao Zaiyang next to him said softly, "If ......"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't finish speaking, but He Qianwei tacitly understood his unfinished words.

- If you feel uncomfortable, let's go back and take a break.

She bit her lip, as if she had engaged in a fierce battle of thoughts, and then she spoke with difficulty: "...... No need."

It's always going to be faced.

He Qianwei strode out.

Xiao Zaiyang followed closely behind, pushed open the wooden door of the ancestral temple with her, and walked in.

Even in the daytime, the ancestral temple is also lit with immortal candles, and the two tablets are silently squatting in their positions, and the handwriting engraved on them is faintly visible although the fire is extinguished.

In front of the tablet is an incense burner, in which a few sticks of incense have been inserted, but they have burned to the end.

He Qianwei took a deep breath.

She stepped forward, took out a few new sticks of incense from the desk, lit them with the help of the immortal candle, and respectfully inserted them into the incense burner.

After continuing the incense, He Qianwei took a few steps back, stared at the two tablets, and suddenly bowed down, and her forehead fell heavily across the back of her hand.

"The unfilial daughter is late, and she hopes that her father and mother will forgive her sins."

She said.

Xiao Zaiyang didn't make a sound, but he didn't hesitate to lift his robe and kneel down.

He is the crown prince, one person above ten thousand people, he really only worships heaven and earth, worships his parents and worships his ancestors in his life, but at this moment he is willing to bow down personally for He Qianwei, for He Xiuzhu and Jiang Liuwan's bloody battle in Wancheng.

He still didn't say anything, but it was as if he had said everything.

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