In the evening, the sun sets.

Jiang Yunfei Xiumu came back from the army, and as soon as he arrived at the cemetery, he saw Jiang Yunqiu.

Jiang Yunhua stood alone in front of the tomb, and his shadow was stretched very long.

The journey day and night made Jiang Yunhua describe haggard, and he looked down at the words on the tombstone, his eyes full of grief.

"When did you come?"

Jiang Yunfei took the initiative to open his mouth and put a handful of wildflowers in front of Hua Rong's tomb.

Spring has arrived, and the wildflowers on the roadside are in good bloom, contrasting with the cold tombstones.

After putting the flowers, Jiang Yunfei slowly wiped the tombstone with a sweat towel.

His movements were gentle, and his eyes were narrow, as if he were wiping some priceless treasure.

Jiang Yunyu watched quietly, the hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, and he said for a long time: "Xie Yunrou has returned to Xie's house, and the register of the household department has also been changed, the eldest brother has not taken a concubine, only the eldest sister-in-law has a wife." ”

Jiang Yunfei wiped the tombstone intently, and did not answer, Jiang Yunfei saw that his chest was sluggish, and after thinking about it, he said: "The sister-in-law is the daughter-in-law of the Jiang family, the tablet should be in the ancestral hall, and the eldest brother ......."

Before coming to Yizhou, Jiang Yunhua had already told Uncle Zhong Yong to let Hua Rong enter the Jiang family ancestral hall.

"No, you don't."

Jiang Yunfei interrupted directly, Jiang Yunfei looked at Jiang Yunfei in surprise, and then heard him say: "She is not the daughter-in-law of the Jiang family, just my wife, it is enough for me to accompany her in Yizhou." ”

Jiang Yunhua was shocked, and the blood on his face faded.

Hua Rong didn't like Hanjing, and she didn't like Zhongyongbo's Mansion, so after she died, she wouldn't even have a tablet in Zhongyongbo's Mansion.

On the way here, Jiang Yunqi originally had a lot of things he wanted to ask and say, but now he couldn't say a word.

Hua Rong didn't say that he hated him, and the eldest brother didn't blame him, but all the hardships Hua Rong endured were related to him.

He seems to ...... Not even qualified to pay tribute to her.

As soon as this thought came out, Jiang Yunhua's chest was full of sorrow, and his throat swelled with fishy sweetness.

didn't want Jiang Yunfei to see it, so he rushed down the mountain in a panic.

Jiang Yunfei didn't chase after Jiang Yunhua, stroked the tombstone and said: "You don't have to take Ah Yuncai's words to heart, since I promised to stay in Yizhou with you, I won't let anyone touch you." ”

His voice was gentle, as if he was caressing not a cold stone, but a flowery face.

Accustomed to no answer, he continued: "Your maid Yueqing has returned to Hanjing safely, and those stinky boys are also learning skills in the martial arts hall, so Mrs. can rest assured." ”

"Madame likes to eat osmanthus cakes, and I have planted two osmanthus trees in the yard, so that the garden will be full of fragrance in the autumn of the next year."

"Yizhou is remote, the discipline of the soldiers in the army is loose and unusable, and the discipline of the husband has been rectified for two months, and the initial results will be achieved in a few days......

Jiang Yunfei said a lot of things that he didn't have, and finally he said: "Next time I will buy some flower seeds, and I can tell me what flowers my wife likes." ”

After saying this, the corners of Jiang Yunfei's lips pressed down.

He heard from others that the dead have spirits, and if someone keeps thinking about her, the dead will not be in a hurry to enter reincarnation, but will linger in the world for some time.

He really wanted to be beautiful.

Crazy to think.

But Hua Rong has been gone for almost three months, and he has never entered his dream once.

So today, on the grounds of flower seeds, he hopes that she can know his intentions and come to see him in a dream.

Unfortunately, his expectations were disappointed that night.

Hua Rong did not enter his dream, and there were no days and nights after that.

Even so, Jiang Yunfei was not angry.

Every time he rests, he will bring some flowers and seeds up the mountain.

Spring comes and summer, three years pass quickly, and before the spring breeze comes in another year, Jiang Yunfei went to the imperial court and took the initiative to ask for a conquest to conquer Yuexi.

This letter caused an uproar in the court.

Many old ministers jumped like thunder, scolding Jiang Yunfei for being a vertical man who didn't know the height of the sky, once the war started, the treasury would be consumed hugely, not to mention that the people would also have a hard time.

The relatives of the emperor who are accustomed to pleasure also have opposing opinions, Emperor Showa has reached the twilight of his life, and the emperor's eldest grandson is still young.

For a while, the folds of the crusade against Jiang Yunfei were piled up on Emperor Showa's table like snowflakes, and Uncle Zhongyong's Mansion also became the target of public criticism.

Just when everyone thought that this matter would pass like this, Jiang Yunhua led people to copy the Huo family.

The Huo family is the mother family of the Queen Mother, and it is also a family family that has stood in Zhaoling for a hundred years.

This raid caused a sensation throughout Hanjing.

All those in the Huo family who tried to resist were killed on the spot by Jiang Yunhua.

On that day, everyone knew that Jiang Yunhua, the loyal and brave son of Shaoqing of Dali Temple who had only taken three years, was a Shura who killed people without blinking.

He stood in a pool of blood with an indifferent expression, and ordered boxes and boxes of rare treasures to be carried from the Huo family's treasury into the treasury. net

After that day, the crusade against Jiang Yunfei and the opposition voices in the court mysteriously disappeared, and were replaced by a unanimous crusade against the outside world.

The ambition of the wolf in Yuexi is not a day or two, and it is better to strike first than to raise tigers for trouble.

The day the holy decree was delivered to Yizhou happened to be the Qingming Festival.

As soon as it was dawn, it began to rain.

The weather in Yizhou is always wet and cold, and the continuous spring rain still leaves the cold of winter, and the people on the road are in a hurry.

Jiang Yunfei deliberately wore the soap-colored brocade dress that Huarong made for him to sweep the tomb.

Three years have passed, and the mountain where the flowers are buried has been planted with flowers, and they are blooming proudly in the cold of the steep sky.

is about to go on the expedition, and I don't know when I will be able to come back, Jiang Yunfei accompanied Hua Rong in the cemetery all day, and did not leave until the twilight was deep.

On the second day, when the weather was clear, Jiang Yunfei wore silver armor and held a halberd, and gathered 60,000 soldiers to prepare to set off on the western expedition.

Most of these soldiers are from Yizhou, and they are reluctant to think of their family members.

Jiang Yunfei ordered people to prepare pen and ink, and asked everyone to leave a letter to comfort their families.

After all the papers were distributed, the staff also took pen and paper to him: "Everyone has written a letter to their families, do you want to write one too?" ”

Jiang Yunfei has been training in the army for the past three years, and he has almost cut off contact with his family, he has nothing to leave to his family, he wanted to refuse, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed again.

He took the pen and paper, wrote a line on it quickly, and then ordered someone to bring a fire fold and burn the letter to ashes.

"What do you mean, sir?"

The staff was surprised, Jiang Yunfei did not explain, and when everyone finished writing the letter, he immediately ordered to leave.

Sixty thousand soldiers and horses marched out of the city, and the burnt letter paper also drifted out of the city with the wind.

Only Chunfeng knew that the decisive general and army had written a letter to his deceased wife before setting out on the expedition.

May my wife be beautiful, peaceful, joyful, smooth and worry-free.