The old man of the Old Sun family in Cross Ridge, who has worked all his life, has never walked out of the mountains several times in his life, although he has dealt with the land all his life. But most of his life's experience still made him guess something.

No matter how well Emperor Han Qing disguised it, he still guessed that this didn't look like an ordinary young man, most of them were his son's classmates.

In this way, the fate of his son can be imagined.

After Emperor Han Qing left, a white-haired old woman trembled and hugged the old man with tears and secretly wiped her tears.

She finally knew.

"Alas......"

A young man with a broken arm stopped at the corner of a dilapidated courtyard for a long time, and he couldn't bear it.

Emperor Han Qing and Yang Qing left and left the Cross Ridge. But for two of the village's families, the pain has only just begun.

Emperor Han Qing is gone, but he has taken all the expectations of the family with him.

The world is so cruel that we can't decide tomorrow, so we can only grasp today.

Between the undulations of a mountain, Cross Ridge has become a small point behind it.

Two young people walked between the mountains, and suddenly a woman said in a lost tone: "Wouldn't it be too cruel for these two families?"

The other young man looked down at his feet and said nothing.

In the end, the woman didn't wait for the answer she wanted, and laughed at herself: "Let's go, go to the other three, we can only try to make their relatives' lives as good as possible, and strive to visit them more in the future!"

The young man with a broken arm, who had been silent since he came out of Cross Ridge, hummed softly.

"Hmmm......"

Then the two young men hurried to the next place.

This was two months, during which they went to a place called Chang'an City in Zhongzhou, and then to a place called Luanshu County in Yuzhou.

For example, the Hou family in Chang'an City had already received the message of the Dragon and Tiger Immortal Gate, and Emperor Han Qing and Yang Qing arrived just in time to attend the funeral of Hou Shicheng's clothed mound.

At the funeral, Yang Qing cried and her eyes red, and when she thought of Senior Brother Hou's death, she couldn't stop crying.

When they went to the Li family and the Wang family, it was a similar situation, and in the end, they still left some money to express their condolences.

Only Cross Ridge was too remote, and the bad news came a little slower.

The journey was picturesque in the past few months, but they had no intention of enjoying the scenery, and they didn't know anything about the customs, so they finally finished it all after two months.

Whenever I see some white-haired people who have lost their loved ones and send black-haired people, they are like a fish in their throats.

After all the busy day, bidding farewell to Wang Yan's relatives, Emperor Han Qing and Yang Qing decided to find a restaurant to take a good rest.

They were tired all the way, and their mood fluctuated violently, and they were indeed exhausted.

In a restaurant called Home Inn in Luanshu County, Emperor Han Qing slept beautifully, called Yang Qing after getting up, came to the first floor and ordered a few specialties of the store, and sat there quietly chewing slowly.

The wine and food are not big fish and meat, a few exquisite side dishes, and a pot of home-brewed local wine.

With a few chopsticks and vegetables in his hand, Emperor Han Qing poured himself a cup and drank it all with his neck up.

Yang Qing didn't drink, just silently picked up the vegetables and sent them to his mouth in small bites.

After a full sleep, the fatigue in his body dissipated, and the tense spirit was slightly relaxed.

How Yang Qing didn't know how Emperor Han Qing had been depressed recently, whenever she went to a family, she was not afraid of which old people would scold, and which white-haired people she was most afraid of sending black-haired old people, she whimpered silently and wiped her tears silently.

Emperor Han Qing couldn't stop when he raised his glass, one cup after another, as if he wanted to drink all the emotions he had been suppressing recently into his stomach.

Although it was early in the morning, it was not lively to push the cup and change the lamp in the restaurant, and the three religions and nine streams gathered.

In such an era, the restaurant is a gathering place for all kinds of news, mixed and intertwined, and the discussion is non-stop.

Emperor Han Qing, who drinks quietly, and Yang Qing, who eats vegetables, have become outliers, and Yang Qing's appearance is outstanding, and he has a fresh and refined temperament.

For the countless counties in Jiuzhou, which is so ordinary that it can no longer be ordinary Luanshu County, how can I ever see such a stunning color.

So don't look at the noise in the restaurant, which of the eyes pretending to drink didn't turn around and glance at Yang Qing.

Today, Yang Qing wore a cyan open-breasted long skirt, with a deliberately cut abdomen at the waist, which set off her figure at a glance. The high bulging chest revealed an astonishing snow white, and even Emperor Han Qing sometimes had to avoid his gaze in order not to be dazzled by the snow white.

After a few glasses of wine, some people were unwilling to just peek at it, only to see an unruly young man standing on a table of wine that looked like a scholar.

Just now, he quoted the classics, talked about the present and the past the most, and his voice was also the loudest in the restaurant, but she deliberately talked about it this time, and Yang Qing was indifferent.

Seeing the man staggering over, he didn't drink less, Emperor Han Qing, who raised his glass to drink, put down the wine glass, and unconsciously put the peachwood sword on his back with his right hand.

I have to say that the man has a good skin, and his face is like a crown of jade, even compared with today's Emperor Han Qing, it is no wonder that he dares to be courteous in front of Yang Qing.

The kung fu man who spoke had already come to Emperor Han Qing's table, but he didn't look at Emperor Han Qing, showing a smile that he thought was chic and uninhibited.

"Girl, I don't know if there is anyone in this seat, can I sit there?"

Yang Qing first glanced at Emperor Han Qing, Emperor Han Qing shook his head, and Yang Qing smiled lightly.

"Sorry, no. We are not used to being interrupted. ”

The man had already noticed the man with the broken arm, which was why he had the confidence to come here.

How can a crippled He De carry the United States with him, so he should not give in.

However, Yang Qing's vague eyes just now were still seen by him, which made his face unhappy. Twisted around, his face was gloomy, and the smell of wine came to his face.

"I don't know what this brother is called?"

Emperor Han Qing frowned, this man is so uninteresting, he obviously rejected you, and he still won't give up.

"Emperor Han Qing!"

However, he didn't do anything when he was out of the house, although he didn't like it, he still reported his name truthfully.

"Oh, it's Brother Han, don't you have a voice from Luanshu County?"

In the face of the man's chatter, Emperor Han Qing was really a little annoyed.

Emperor Han Qing was about to get up and check out and leave, but the man unexpectedly took the initiative to introduce himself.

"Brother Han is not a thing in the pool at first glance, the encounter is fate, let me briefly introduce myself. The ancestor Li Taibai is Li Taibai, who has been honored by Confucianism as a poet from ancient times to the present. Brother is not just serving in the Luanshu County Guard's Mansion, you can let me know if you need it, and I will definitely do it for you. ”

The man's words were tantamount to boasting about his origin, and Emperor Han Qing believed that he had not only finished speaking to a few girls.

But what surprised him was that this person was actually a descendant of the poet fairy. For the well-read Han Qingdi, poetry and poetry have always been his favorite classics. He didn't expect to go out and meet the descendants of the poets.

He admired the poet and read countless of his classic verses.

Especially the sentence: A song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

He was deeply impressed, and he often hummed softly around his mouth, and the rolling melon on his back was ripe.

No matter what the man's purpose was, since he was the descendant of Shixian, this made Emperor Han Qing interested.

"Jiuyang, please take a seat!"

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