When Mao Shaojuan woke up, it was raining before dawn, she wiped her cheeks, her eyes were filled with tears, and then she sat up and looked at the candles on the table in the county guard's mansion, which had not been extinguished all night, and was in a trance for a while.

There seem to be two selves in my heart, one is still immersed in yesterday's changes, what Yi Houpeng said has been haunting his ears, whispering silently over and over again, and the other keeps convincing himself that it is not true, it must be a nightmare he just had, as long as he walks out, he can see that familiar face with a little disgust and helplessness.

Mao Shaojuan sat there, not daring to move her body.

She was afraid that if the dream was true, if the teenager who grew up together, his life would really disappear in front of her eyes, and she didn't dare to imagine how she would accept reality.

Last night, the red lanterns that were originally hanging in the county hall were all replaced with white, and the entire Andong City looked bleak and lonely in the winter rain, and occasionally from a few places, a faint cry could be heard.

Mao Shaojuan was alarmed by the busy voices in the courtyard, stood up and hesitated to go out to have a look, and suddenly, the sound of two signs falling to the ground startled her.

Looking down, it was Yi Houpeng's dark waist card and Wei Yi's captain's waist card.

She leaned over to pick it up and gently wiped it with her sleeve. Zhong Zuo and Yan You, who were guarding outside the door, heard the movement and glanced at each other, Zhong Zuo wanted to go in and have a look, Yan You shook his head, and the two could only continue to pestle in place, looking at the rain curtain that was getting bigger and bigger, and the family members who were constantly walking through the corridor and were busy cleaning up.

Mao Shaojuan held the two waist cards tightly on her chest, squatted on the ground, trembling all over, trying her best to restrain herself from crying.

When Jiang Quanliang saw "Zhu Yu", he wanted to ask some things but didn't ask. On the contrary, it was Situ Changqing, when he saw her on the city wall, he couldn't help but ask, Wen Duwei, since you are back, where are the children of Situ Jing and Liang Zongqing?

"Zhu Yu" just stood at the battlement and looked to the east, and Mu Ran said, "Tomorrow, I'll be back." ”

As a result, the next day, the first team withdrawn by the Butterfly Army did return, but no one expected it to be in that way.

Situ Changqing looked at the body of Yi Houpeng's child, and then looked at those butterfly army, and asked each other, only to know that they were the first to come back, and Wei Yi's children were also on the way...... Finally, there is another Yi Houpeng, who is about to arrive home, but something like that still happened.

Situ Changqing had completely lost his position, the door of the cave had disappeared, he immediately climbed up to the arrow tower, and saw that after the "Zhu Yu" handed out the sword, the figure disappeared in place, he found Jiang Quanliang again, grabbed Jiang Quanliang's arm tightly with both hands, and looked at him anxiously.

Jiang Quanliang had actually guessed the result a long time ago, and the reason why he couldn't say it was completely out of an intuition and his vague understanding of Zhu Yu. Jiang Quanliang held Situ Changqing's hand tightly, to be honest? Tell him your daughter has died? But I can't be sure, after all, I can't see the dead and alive. But to comfort him, once the result is as he expected, it will be tantamount to a fatal blow to the man in front of him from hope to despair.

He could only squeeze Situ Changqing's hand again, and that was the only way.

Situ Changqing, who was paralyzed on a chair in the back hall of the north courtyard, had not slept all night, with his head in his hands and his eyes glazed, and even the war in the south was put down, and all of them were handed over to Jiang Quanliang and Jiang Quanjue, and he sat down without saying a word.

The old butler stopped talking beside him, looked at the rain outside the mansion, and said: "Master, Lord Thorn Shi is waiting in the main hall, I have something to discuss with you, is it ......?"

"Huh? What did you say? Situ Changqing's face was pale, and after coming back to his senses, he asked the old housekeeper tiredly.

"Master, Lord Thorn Shi, I am waiting for you in the main hall."

"Oh, you let him come here." Situ Changqing waved his hand.

The old housekeeper sighed, lowered his head and just stepped out of the threshold, almost bumped into Liang Huanqing, nodded at the old housekeeper, walked straight to Situ Changqing, and asked, "Those ones, we have all discussed, what are your plans here?" ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Forget it, I'll just say it directly, I've finished discussing with several families, and I'm going to set up a well-dressed mound for them, and there will be no news from the Yi family for a while, so let that kid be buried with Qing'er." What are you going to put in the mound with? ”

Situ Changqing raised his head at this time, tears were running horizontally, as if he had aged ten years overnight, stood up tremblingly, stared at Liang Huanqing in a daze, and asked cowardly: "Do you also think that Jing'er and Qing'er can't come back?" ”

Liang Huanqing turned around and sat on the chair next to him, took a sip of the teacup, and just said: "The team of more than 2,000 people came back with more than fifty people, and the children of the Yi family ...... I've heard from those mayflies that we don't have hope for the war they experienced in the high country, and that day, I saw ...... Anyway, think about it. ”

After speaking, Liang Huanqing walked out of the back hall, no one saw it, his face was trying to be stiff, and he couldn't help but close his eyes at this time, and he didn't erase the tears even if they flowed down.

In fact, Jiang Quanliang went door-to-door to visit to "apologize", and with the resentful eyes of several families, he decided to set up a well-dressed mound somewhere at the source of Lihua Creek in Dustpan Village. Jiang Quanliang didn't say why he chose there, only Situ Changqing understood that if the battle in front of him was lost, those monsters would go straight to Andong City and even the flames of war would burn all over Bozhou, at least there would be a place where the children could sleep peacefully, after all, there was no more reassuring place in Dustpan Village, looking at the entire Jiang Country.

I don't know how the news got out, but when the huge funeral procession began to leave the city along the main road in the city from the county government, mourning flags had already been hung at the doors of every house, and all the merchants who had hung red lanterns to welcome the spring were also covered with white linen.

Mao Shaojuan was dressed in a vegetarian body and kept holding Yi Houpeng's coffin, and Yan You and Zhong Zuo were always watching the eldest lady who was stumbling as she walked. Situ Changqing, Liang Huanqing, as well as Wei Yi, Xing Baoyan, and the parents and relatives of more than a dozen other children, wept and walked at the front of the team, and each family took the personal belongings that their children had worn when they were alive and put them in eleven Nanmu coffins. Some people kept scattering money on both sides of the post road, carried by the butterfly soldiers who were also dressed in vegetarian clothes, and walked slowly south.

After the team left the city, the sky gradually brightened, and the people who did not flee to other states and cities joined the team one after another, and the original heavy rain also stopped after everyone went out of the city, Liang Huanqing's face, I don't know whether it was rain or tears, looked up at a touch of warm sunlight shining on the post road through the thick dark clouds, and silently muttered, Qing'er, Qing'er.

The butterfly swims, and the battle robe is fierce. The heart is swaying, I still said.

Beat the drum and stroke the halberd, and enthusiastically ride the horse. The heart is full of excitement and I carry it.

The butterflies are especially colorful, and the dance songs are loaded. The heart is at my discretion.

Wind and rain are indestructible, and the linen is like snow. The thoughts of the heart are listened to by me.

I don't know how to mourn, I am slow to walk, I don't know how to mourn, I don't want to be sad.

My son, my son, my soul returns to my soul......

"Hey, what the hell do you think?" A man in linen tugged at the collar of his shirt, suddenly found that he was dressed quite appropriately, smiled, and then glanced at the vermilion fish beside him, who had been following the funeral procession far away.

Zhu Yu didn't pay attention to him, but seemed to say to another person: "If it doesn't work, come back quickly, go and do another thing, don't count on those spirits." ”

The man rubbed his chin and muttered, "Spirit? O Spirit! Those guys, you beware of sticking in your crotch, I think it's safer to find them than to find them. ”

"They? Aren't you one of them? Follow my body every day, and it is really the ancestor of the dog skin plaster. ”

The man arched his hand at Zhu Yu, who was rarely joking, and said, "One out of four Lingwei lords have won the prize, and they have really won the prize." Hey, since you don't drive me away, won't you? No, I'm very lazy, don't look for me. ”

Zhu Yu grinned, and he was not afraid of being guessed by him, but he still hadn't made up his mind to do that or not.

"Hey, show me it. It's all at this time, is it necessary for you to hesitate? But also, it's still too late to stop, it's really not possible to find that adult, these children still have a chance. ”

At this time, another "Zhu Yu" appeared next to Zhu Yu, the two became one, Zhu Yu touched his forehead, and after a while, gradually returned to the past, and then felt out twelve white gallstones and handed them to the man.

"I have to remind you that you are always like this, not good, very bad, especially with you, who is still split, and the sequelae are a bit big."

Zhu Yu suddenly sat beside him, his legs dangling from a branch, quite a bit of "rejuvenation" naughty appearance.

Zhu Yu smiled and said, "You know a fart, with that child, I can even ......" Zhu Yu stretched out one finger, and then the other fingers also opened, shaking his hands, as if showing off to the man.

"Cow batch, cow batch is very good, then I want to see that kid even more." The man pinched the gallstones one by one and looked at them, and said to himself.

"When?" Zhu Yu asked.

"Just rush to one half of the Lord Lingwei, and whoever has my heart in my heart will be sent at any time."

Zhu Yu turned around for half a circle, stood up, and watched the funeral procession slowly disappear in front of him, as if he had finally made a decision. Stretch out a hand and face the man.

The man laughed and slapped her.

I only heard Zhu Yu say: "Have you seen enough, bring it." The man stupidly returned those gallstones to Zhu Yu.

The wind and rain here have just stopped, and thousands of miles away off the coast of Weiworm Island, near the Yunbo boat, a hurricane is brewing and imminent, dark and dark, on the sea surface of the roaring waves, strong winds are carrying torrential rain, lightning crosses the sky, violent thunder continues to explode, Ah Yun hugged Ah Jie and Ah Le tightly, and Liang Zongli in the stern of the boat was washed by the wind and rain.