The old lady called Zhao Qingchan to her side, reached out and grabbed her hand, and gently placed it in Chu Hong's palm!

"Miss Qingchan is a good boy, and I also know that you are now the prince of a country, and you will be the king of Zhao in the future. But, girl, remember, no matter what time it is, a woman always has to get married! There is always a man to rely on. Your court, I don't understand the rights, but I know one thing, even if you are the king of Zhao, my grandson is worthy of you and worthy of your dependence. It is enough to be your backer. ”

"Yes! Yes, old lady, I know, I remember!" Zhao Qingchan couldn't control herself anymore at this time, and tears burst out of her eyes.

"Silly boy, what do you call me?"

"Yes, grandma!"

"Hey, hehe, Hong'er, you remember. No matter how strong you are, you have to remember to protect your woman. This is still your responsibility as a man! Grandma knows that you have a woman in your heart who can't let go, so you go and find her and bring her back. Our old Liu family has few children, so we just have a few more. Don't leave yourself with regrets. ”

The old lady seemed to be able to see through everything, and pulled Chu Hong and said arrogantly.

"Come, good grandson, don't cry! Grandma loves to see you when you first saw me! Where's your cigarette stick? ”

The old lady's kind appearance made everyone have sour noses, as strong as Zhan Yunqian and others, and naturally they could see that the old lady had run out of oil at this time, and the gods were difficult to save.

Chu Hong held back his cry and took out his cigarette stick tremblingly, wanting to put tobacco leaves into the pot, but he didn't put it in several times. Zhao Qingchan silently took the cigarette stick and tobacco bag, packed it for him, and then handed it to him, and then took the initiative to take out the flint and help Chu Hong light it.

The old lady looked at Zhao Qingchan's set of movements, acting like flowing water and not pretentious. Laughing happily,

"In my family's life, nothing else is good, just this cigarette, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to find a daughter-in-law because of this, so I didn't beat him many times. He just couldn't change it, so he secretly ran away to be a soldier. Every time I see you smoking with his cigarette stick, I feel distressed and angry. It's a good boy, why do you have a hobby with that unconscionable rabbit?"

"However, my good grandson has the ability, and he is better than that rabbit cub. In his life, he probably hasn't had a girl light a cigarette for him, right?"

"Lao Wan, you miss your mother too, right? My mother misses you too, my mother is here!"

As she spoke, the old lady looked up at the door with her head tilted on her right, as if she saw a veteran in her thirties and forties, dressed in nondescript general armor, with a dirty old cigarette stick in his hand, smoking and smiling at her.

At this time, Chu Hong seemed to have a sense in his heart, and quickly turned his head to look. He seemed to see the old soldier and an old lady in coarse linen clothes standing at the door, and in a trance, the old soldier waved at him with a smile. I also made a tapping motion with the smoke pot in my hand. Then the old soldier pinned the cigarette stick to his waist, turned around and helped the old lady to walk out step by step, only the tobacco bag hanging from the old soldier's waist swayed back and forth as the two of them walked farther and farther.

"Daddy... Grandma..."Chu Hong stared blankly at the door, and stretched out her hand towards the two invisible figures in the distance, as if trying to hold them. As if to tell them not to throw themselves away, big tears silently slipped down their eyes, fell on their clothes, and then rolled down their clothes to the ground. Some tears fell onto the hot smoke pot and made a "bang" sound.

It's already very deep, tonight's night, no moon!

White silk has been hung on the gate of the Qi Palace, and the former lively front door lobby has been replaced with a mourning hall. Chu Hong was still sitting in front of the coffin in the mourning hall like a walking corpse, smoking a cigarette one by one. The house was filled with smoke, and before you even entered, you would smell a choking smell of smoke.

A group of people gathered around the door, quietly looking at Chu Hong in the mourning hall, not knowing what to say!

The housekeeper Lao Sun looked at the young man in the house, as if he had seen the scene seven years ago again.

That year, the boy, who was still a child, held a cigarette stick all the way and smoked a choking inferior tobacco leaf, while trotting behind the stretcher that was carried away. Even if you fall to the ground, you will quickly get up and keep up.

That year, that dirty child was the same as now, stubbornly refusing to cry. Even if you choke on cigarette leaves, you won't cry a little in your mouth.

Today, this young man, as in the past, even if his heart is like a knife, he stubbornly refuses to cry.

In the eyes of outsiders, the original child was already the successful King of Qi, a high-profile sect rookie, and a famous hero.

But only Lao Sun knows that the boy is still that child. It's still the stubborn boy who refuses to give in.

No one can read his heart, and no one will know that the heart of King Qi, who killed the enemy country and killed the opponent's blood, was so fragile.

Even many people will subconsciously ignore that he is just a teenager, a young man who is only nineteen years old and has not yet reached the crown.

"Oh my God, why are you so cruel to him?" Lao Sun couldn't help but sigh at the sky.

"If you are destined to take it all, why did you give it to him in the first place? You are so cruel to this child, too cruel!"

As he spoke, Steward Sun limped outside,

Chu Hong didn't worry too much about the old lady's funeral, everything was done with the help of the old housekeeper and the officials of the Ministry of Rites sent by Emperor Zhao Heng.

All the aftermath is done in accordance with the rules and etiquette of the Mother of the Nation. Even Emperor Zhao Heng personally wrote the eulogy and sent it to him. And the other six countries in the land of excitement also sent people to mourn.

However, the day after the old lady's funeral was completed, Chu Hong suddenly disappeared.

Nameless village, the old house of the Liu family. Chu Hong walked out of the door step by step, looking up at the old persimmon trees that had already produced huge persimmons, this year's frost and snow seemed to come later than last year. The big persimmons, which have grown and bent the branches, are waiting for a frost and snow to become as red as the little lanterns they had been. At this moment, they are like sleeping elves. Chu Hong gently pushed open the door and walked in gently, as if he was afraid of disturbing this group of elves, and as if he was hesitating in anticipation of the kind old man who came out of the back of the house.

Chu Hong stretched out his hand and gently rubbed a persimmon that hung very low and was already half red, which was also the only persimmon in the entire yard that was already red. The red, sweet, and soft persimmons that the old man had picked for him at this time last year reappeared in front of him.

At that time, I was as happy as a child, eating all over my face, and the old man was also smiling and constantly reminding himself to eat slowly. He still remembers that the old man said that the persimmons will be red this year. and pluck it for him to eat with his own hands.

Chu Hong gently took it off, wiped off the dew on it, and took a big bite. A sour, sweet taste instantly filled his taste buds.

Chu Hong couldn't control herself anymore, and her eyes instantly burst into tears.

"Grandma, it's not the persimmons you picked, he's not sweet!"

At this moment, Chu Hong is like a child who has been wronged and is coquettish with his family.

"Woo woo!" Chu Hong, who couldn't control it anymore, squatted on the ground like this, holding the half-ripe persimmon in both hands, chewing in his mouth and crying at the same time.

"Whew!" a cool autumn wind blew, causing the few remaining leaves on the trees to fall continuously.

A translucent red leaf just crossed Chu Hong's face, and a tear fell on Chu Hong's shoulder. As if wiping tears for him.

Chu Hong gently plucked the red leaf from his shoulder with one hand, and looked at the tears on the edge of the leaf. In an instant, it turned from a low whimper to a howling cry, I don't know when, Chu Hong, who had never closed his eyes since he left the sect, actually cried and slowly fell asleep.

The wind became a little stronger, stirring a thick layer of fallen leaves in the courtyard and began to cover Chu Hong, who was lying on the ground on his back. It was as if some soul who was reluctant to cling to him was afraid that he would catch a cold, and covered him with a futon for the last time.

Tonight's sky was marked with a round of Xuanyue, and Chu Hong, who was lying on the ground, seemed to have dreamed of something happy, and laughed from time to time. In the end, even the cool moonlight seemed to be afraid of disturbing the young man, and he went down the mountain early.

。。。。。。

The Xiliang border, the original military camp of Zhao State, has now become a small military town.

At this time, Zhao Qi, who had been promoted to the chief sergeant of this military town, carried a bamboo basket in his hand, which contained the wine, meat, incense, candles, and paper money that he had just bought from the market. A man walked towards the city gates.

"General, are you going to pay tribute to those seniors again?"

When passing through the city gate, the soldiers in charge of guarding the city gate hurriedly stood up and experienced. One of the leading Wu Commanders said respectfully.

"Well, it's fifteen today, and when the commander left, he said that he wanted me to visit those old brothers every fifteenth day of the new year. They're lonely!"

Zhao Qi responded. Said to the captain.

"Why don't I take a few soldiers with you?" Recently, there has been some dishonesty in Xiliangguo, and it is a little dangerous for you to go out alone!"

"Hehe! Just a few small shrimps, what kind of big waves can there be? When we followed the elder of Qianfu, what kind of wind and waves have we never seen? 500 people dare to break into their camp of tens of thousands of people, they are a fart!

Just keep the city, and since the commander has given me this place, then this is my life. Even if I die, the city can't afford to lose the slightest bit. ”

After speaking, Zhao Qi didn't ride a horse, just carried the basket and walked step by step in the direction of the six consecutive bags ten miles away.

When he came to Liulianbao, he saw a familiar figure standing quietly in front of the stretching tomb, holding the familiar old cigarette stick in his hand, smoking quietly.

"Pulling"

The basket in Zhao Qi's hand fell to the ground in a trance. However, Zhao Qi didn't notice it, and called softly in his mouth

"Commander!"