Both of them are intelligent people, and they often understand everything at all. Wang Yi didn't say much, and Lu Li would figure it out for himself.

The two soon came to the house in the middle of the valley, and Lu Li stood at the door, pausing for a long time, without the slightest intention of entering and seeing.

In fact, Lu Li has seen the decoration inside countless times, but the person who accompanied her has long been gone.

Turning around, Lu Li glanced at the peach blossoms all over the mountain, and the coldness in his eyes gradually put away, but the sadness was still there.

Wang Yi's words still played a big role, hatred and family affection are the only way to make people live.

After seeing the last peach blossom, Lu Li wrapped his hands around, gently pulled the ribbon between his hair, stretched out his hand, threw the ribbon into the air, and walked alone to the way he came.

Wang Yi followed behind Lu Li, protecting him. After Lu Li walked out of the valley, he always lowered his head and walked silently on the mountain path, with every step, the tenderness on his face would be less, and the slaughter would be more, and the delicate side face had a different feeling.

Wang Yi was a little surprised, he didn't expect Lu Li to be so affectionate, and he thought that after Lu Li walked out of here, he would not accept anyone.

Do not enter the living.

Wang Yi can only use the style of Jinyiwei to describe Lu Li's current state.

Thinking that the eccentric woman before was gone, Wang Yi felt a little regretful.

Lu Li walked very quickly this time, Wang Yi was originally a martial artist, and he could naturally keep up with a weak woman like Lu Li when he walked. The two soon walked to a small road in front of Xishan Village, which was not far from Xishan Village, and looked at the past from here, and the big willow tree at the entrance of Xishan Village was at the moment.

Lu Li raised his head, looked at the moon that was about to disappear, sighed slightly, turned around, and said to Wang Yi: "Thank you for today." ”

Wang Yi smiled and touched his nose, "It's still called Gongzi now, something is wrong." ”

Lu Li smiled slightly, and didn't pay attention to Wang Yi, "Daoqing will be buried in three days, if the son is willing, during the day, he will put a stick of incense on Daoqing and give him a ride." Don't miss the things that Master explained to Childe in a few days. ”

Wang Yi looked at the woman in front of him with some distress, even if he suffered a great change, he didn't forget to miss others.

Wang Yi was silent for a moment, still thinking about saying something and persuading Lu Li. Lu Li saw that Wang Yi didn't speak, and said lightly: "The mourning hall is in the Northern Alliance in Xishan, where outsiders are not allowed to enter on weekdays, if the son wants to go, I will let Xiaomei take you over." ”

Wang Yi nodded and looked at Lu Li, "If Miss Lu wants to take revenge, Wang Yi can help you." ”

Lu Li nodded lightly, didn't say anything, and didn't accept Wang Yi's help, but he didn't refuse either.

After giving a salute, Lu Li walked forward. Wang Yi didn't catch up, and now that the morning sun was about to rise, many of the villagers in Xishan Village had woken up and walked on the road, going to the fields to see when the seeds could be planted. If it was found that Lu Li and Wang Yi returned to Xishan Village together in the early morning, it would not be good after all, especially since Wang Daoqing had just died.

After sitting under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village for a while, Wang Yi counted the time, got up and patted his buttocks, and began to return to the courtyard.

Stretching out her hand to push open the gate of the courtyard, Xiaomei was the only one in the courtyard, and she was constantly picking medicinal herbs in front of the medicine shelf. It seems that Lu Li is resting.

Wang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, Lu Li finally rested, and after the great joy and sorrow, he was the most sad.

Xiaomei's expression is good, but the sadness between her eyebrows can't be hidden. Originally, Wang Yi and Xiaomei didn't meet much, and Xiaomei was busy in the Northern Alliance on weekdays, and when Lu Li was resting, she treated and healed the people in the Northern Alliance.

When the news of Wang Daoqing's death came, the entire courtyard was lifeless, as if it was sunset.

Wang Yi entered the door, and after Xiaomei raised her head to say hello to Wang Yi, she didn't say anything, but still bowed her head to do things. Wang Yi glanced at Xiaomei and walked straight into his room.

Liangzhou, Liang Wangfu.

In the early morning, a group of men and horses quietly sailed out of the palace and headed south.

A pole of the king character Wang flag stands in front of the team, according to the etiquette system of the Ming Dynasty, only when the vassal king or the emperor travels, there will be such a scene.

This group of people and horses walked slowly, as if they were playing in the mountains and rivers, and only after a morning had passed, they had only walked out of the twenty-mile distance.

In the middle of the pair, there was a carriage, which looked ordinary, and around the carriage, there was an old man, riding a tall horse, leisurely following the procession.

The python robe on the old man's body fell in the eyes of Yan Zhiwei, who opened the curtain of the carriage, and it was so familiar.

"Old man Yan, what do you see, aren't you reluctant to see the scenery of Liangzhou in this king?"

Yan Zhiwei, who was sitting in the carriage, smiled, "It's actually some yellow sand and stones, what does the old man have to remember." ”

The old man was hurt by Yan Zhiwei's words, and he was a little dissatisfied, and snorted, "Then your old boy will stay in the king's palace for a long time, and he won't leave you." ”

Yan Zhiwei's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he was not in a hurry and said: "That's because the official has something to do." ”

The old man doesn't care about this, you say that Liangzhou is not good, this is the face of this king!

"Cut, old man Yan, you just say that you like the king's wine is good, and you are not ashamed. ”

After speaking, the old man took a wine jug from the hand of a personal guard and threw it to Yan Zhiwei in the carriage. The person driving the carriage was dressed in a white robe, looked at the wine jug thrown by his father-in-law, replaced Yan Zhiwei, stretched out his hand to take the wine jug, and then gave it to Yan Zhiwei with both hands.

Yan Zhiwei, who was treated like this by Zhao An, was a little surprised, but he still took the wine jug, opened the lid, took a deep breath, and a fragrance came to the surface.

Zhao An turned his head, smiled at his father-in-law, and continued to drive the carriage.

The old man took out another wine jug from the horse he was riding and drank it in a big gulp, "Old man Yan, why don't you stay in my Liangzhou for a few more days?" A few days ago, you won a few games of chess against this king, and this king has recently found a way to crack it. ”

How many more days to stay? Yan Zhiwei knew in his heart that King Liang's euphemistic statement was nothing more than knowing that he had returned to Chang'an City this time to die for nine lives, and wanted to live a little longer under his protection.

Yan Zhiwei snorted twice, the wine jug in his hand was raised high, and the spicy wine entered his throat, choking Yan Zhiwei and coughing.

"Ahem, ahem. As far as you stinky chess basket can you think, the old man doesn't want to be regretted by you anymore. ”

Hearing Yan Zhiwei's refusal, the old man waved his hand, and the marching team stopped.

Scouts go first, explore the way first, and the surrounding guards all dismount and stand, while being vigilant about the surroundings.

The old man on the tall horse took the flask in his hand, and with a single arrow he dismounted and came to the horse

Here, he waved his hand at Zhao An, who was already standing under the carriage.

The white-clothed military god, who was a household name in the Liangzhou army, bowed down to his father-in-law and saluted, and then said goodbye to Yan Zhiwei and left directly.

The old man sat directly on the carriage, cocked his right foot, and put his right hand on top of his right foot, "Old man Yan, you can't not die." ”

Yan Zhiwei, who was sitting in the carriage, was rarely silent and did not speak.

The old man continued: "I know that if I leave Liangzhou, I will die, and I still want to go back, not to mention those people who want to kill you in the shadows, just say that what you brought back, if it is not what our Emperor Majesty wants, what will you do?"

"Is it possible that this king will build an ancestral hall for you in Liangzhou?

Yan Zhiwei smiled slightly, put down the wine jug in his hand, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the old man sitting in the carriage, "Old Wang, how long have we known each other?"

"What, test me to see if I'm old and confused? Then you've miscalculated, I want to think about it. ”

The old man pinched his fingers between his eyebrows, pretending to think, "This king remembers, it's been almost sixty years." ”

"yes, sixty years. Yan Zhiwei's tone was stunned, "I guess some old friends can't see each other." ”

The old man's nostrils turned to the sky, "No, in that Chang'an City, every time this king goes, I don't think it's interesting, if it weren't for your old friends, I would invite this king to go, and this king wouldn't go." ”

"Old Wang, you have to change your temper. ”

"I can't change it, this king has lived for more than 60 years, and it has always been like this. ”

The old man drank and drank, and suddenly found that the wine in the wine jug did not flow out much, so he raised the wine jug in his hand high, and found that the wine in the wine jug was gone.

"Anyway, Old Man Yan, this king will still want to thank you. ”

Yan Zhiwei put aside the flask with the rest of the wine, leaned back in the carriage, and asked, "Thank you for what?"

The old man was silent for a while, and then said softly, "Thank you for helping Liangzhou once." ”

Yan Zhiwei thought that the old man was going to say something, but it turned out that it was just because of this incident.

"I'm just telling the truth, thank you, they're all old friends, it's better to give the old man more drinks when I leave, let me take it away. ”

The old man sighed slightly, "There are not many people like you now. ”

Neither of them spoke, and there was silence in the carriage.

After Zhao An got out of the carriage, he found his weapon, held it in his hand, and kept staring around, always vigilant.

After being silent for a long time, Yan Zhiwei took the lead in speaking, "According to the Confucian etiquette system, civil officials need to wear scarlet robes from the first to the fourth grade, but the embroidery patterns are different. The first grade of the crane, the second grade of the golden chicken, the third grade of the peacock, the fourth grade of the embroidered clouds. ”

"The old man has been wearing a golden chicken for decades, tell me if you will give the old man a crane to wear this time. ”

The old man put his hands behind his head and leaned back on the carriage, "If you are willing to write down the thoughts of the guy on the dragon chair on the fold, then don't talk about wearing the crane, even the Wenzheng nickname, I believe he will not be stingy." ”

Yan Zhiwei smiled, smiling very casually, "Then it seems that the old man can't get these things, maybe he will get a bad insult in the end." ”

The old man looked at the sky and muttered, "It's not worth it, it's not worth it." ”