Chapter 695
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In the middle of Shenjing City, under the bright moonlight, Tianhui Junjiang takes you Tingjian and his wife slowly out of the mansion.
Jiang Yue, the commander of the army corps, who is covered with Tianhui's robe, stands beside a large carriage. He reaches out and signals the two men to enter the carriage. Then you Tingjian claps his wife on the back of his hand and gives the latter a reassuring look. After that, he leads the way into the car.
Then the carriage was escorted by a group of soldiers in helmets and armor, and drove towards the direction of the White Emperor Palace. In front of the gate of Youfu, two soldiers came forward and pasted the seal in a cross shape. The two large letters on the seal were so dazzling in the moonlight.
Outside the courtyard, which is half a column xiangjiaocheng from the Ministry of rites, Shenwei, holding the sun and Youyi are marked with three signs, and the four armies surround it. On the nearby high-rise buildings, one after another looks at the light and shadow of two noodles sitting on the dining table in the courtyard kitchen.
In the kitchen, two people eat noodles, but their mouth is full of bitterness.
A middle-aged woman in her forties, however, was still very old. With her rough hands and chopsticks, she continued to fill her mouth with noodles in silence. However, her tears had already blurred her vision. Then she could only make a low sob, just like the helpless cry of a drowning man before she died.
"It's not easy for you to live alone this year. Just now I saw a few catties of bacon hanging from the kitchen. It's very good. I remember that in the past, Shanzi's favorite food was bacon."
Hearing shanwenbai mention her son, the middle-aged woman's eyes were even more tearful. She stopped holding noodles and tried to swallow it. After that, she answered for the first time:
"Bacon was sent by the hostess of Youfu a year ago, but Shanzi and Shanzi are gone. I don't even know if I can see him again in my lifetime.
"My husband, please tell me where Shanzi has gone, even if it is a sea of fire or death, I will go to him!"
This last sentence, the middle-aged woman cried and asked, but Shan Wenbai, who was opposite her, fell into a long silence under the light. Finally, she shook her head and whispered, "juan'er, I hope you know that Shanzi is also my son, and I will never harm him."
"I just want to see my son once."
After that, she bit her lips and continued to say three words: "I hate you!"
"You should hate me."
Shanwenbai nodded, then turned his head to one side, looked at the flickering light beside him, and continued to speak softly:
"I once said years ago that if I could come back safely, we would go to a place where no one knew us, but now it seems that this promise can not be achieved."
With the sound coming out, shanwenbai's seven orifices once again gushed black blood, and then lifted his sleeve to wipe it carefully, but how could not wipe it clean.
Looking at her husband's bloody appearance, the middle-aged woman closed her eyes and tried to make her trembling body recover gradually. After a long time, she said, "husband, I wrote a letter to the officer of Si Tianjian when you went to wanwan city a year ago."
As soon as he said this, shanwenbai stopped in the air with noodles in his hand, and then his face remained unchanged. He continued to put the noodles into his mouth and chewed them carefully. The response sounded in this small kitchen:
"I thought it was you Tingjian, but I didn't expect it was juan'er you."
"I don't want to live like this any more. I'm very tired and hard-working."
The middle-aged woman gradually calmed down and stopped her tears. In her voice, she was full of despair and relief. Then she looked at Shan Wenbai, who was full of blood in front of her, and said again:
"I am a woman and a family. I don't understand my husband's so-called major events. I never asked. I thought my husband was for the whole people of Beijing, but you and I lived under the same roof So long, more or less can feel a little different. "
"Dust to dust, earth to earth, or die."
Shanwenbai raised his head and let out a sigh. Then he turned to look at the middle-aged woman with a calm face and asked softly:
"lady, have you finished your noodles?"
In the big bowl in front of the middle-aged woman, there was only a little soup left in the bowl. Then, after a little bit of soup, she said in a soft voice:
"it's good. It's delicious."
"Eat and drink enough, so let's go!"
"I still can't worry about going down the mountain. This child has suffered a lot since he was a child, and he was left in the most dangerous place by you. After leaving Yulong pass for several years, I finally came back to Beijing to meet and be driven away. If I have a next life, I hope he won't be my son any more."
"Samsara is impermanent. If there are such things as afterlife, I will burn myself with fire if I want to come, and I can't escape."
Shanwenbai's voice was getting lower and weaker. After a few minutes, the lights in the kitchen of this small courtyard went out directly. On the side of the pavilion, the broken eyebrows of the beam were lifted up and stepped forward. The whole body of shanwenbai fell straight down, and the faint mellow voice surrounded the place"Let's go and collect the corpse."
Then Dongguo Lezheng and Li Chunfeng looked at each other and said with one voice:
"Your Majesty, he is really kind and can let him finish his self with dignity. In other words, it is impossible for such an intelligent hero to get any information from his mouth. Maybe this is the most stable way to deal with it."
"Sometimes, more information can be obtained after death than when alive!"
After several decades of breathing, the door of the kitchen in this small courtyard was pushed open by the beam. Then, the moonlight poured in from the outside. Under the weak light, two figures were lying on the table. The black blood gushed from their seven orifices, and they were lifeless.
"People are like dust. No matter who they were before they were alive, they were all in a mess after their death. They were all dead. They had to do the autopsy."
The beam broke into it and the sound rolled out.
White Emperor Palace, royal garden.
Xuantianmu life spirit floated around. Wearing plain white mourning clothes, Zhao Yubi sat upright. Then he raised his hand to pick up the steaming bitter tea. After sipping it, he slowly got up, walked to a soul guiding candle lit in the imperial garden and knelt beside it.
The young emperor bowed his head and looked at the flickering candle fire in front of him with ebony black eyes. The smoke rising from the red candle seemed to form the face of a kind old lady with a smile on her face.
Zhao Yu looks at the front quietly, then smiles at the corner of his mouth and says softly:
"grandma, if you come back to visit the whole summer, you will surely see a lot of excitement. For me, all this is just the beginning. The 90 years of the great summer calendar are destined to be different."
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In the middle of Shenjing City, under the bright moonlight, Tianhui Junjiang takes you Tingjian and his wife slowly out of the mansion.
Jiang Yue, the commander of the army corps, who is covered with Tianhui's robe, stands beside a large carriage. He reaches out and signals the two men to enter the carriage. Then you Tingjian claps his wife on the back of his hand and gives the latter a reassuring look. After that, he leads the way into the car.
Then the carriage was escorted by a group of soldiers in helmets and armor, and drove towards the direction of the White Emperor Palace. In front of the gate of Youfu, two soldiers came forward and pasted the seal in a cross shape. The two large letters on the seal were so dazzling in the moonlight.
Outside the courtyard, which is half a column xiangjiaocheng from the Ministry of rites, Shenwei, holding the sun and Youyi are marked with three signs, and the four armies surround it. On the nearby high-rise buildings, one after another looks at the light and shadow of two noodles sitting on the dining table in the courtyard kitchen.
In the kitchen, two people eat noodles, but their mouth is full of bitterness.
A middle-aged woman in her forties, however, was still very old. With her rough hands and chopsticks, she continued to fill her mouth with noodles in silence. However, her tears had already blurred her vision. Then she could only make a low sob, just like the helpless cry of a drowning man before she died.
"It's not easy for you to live alone this year. Just now I saw a few catties of bacon hanging from the kitchen. It's very good. I remember that in the past, Shanzi's favorite food was bacon."
Hearing shanwenbai mention her son, the middle-aged woman's eyes were even more tearful. She stopped holding noodles and tried to swallow it. After that, she answered for the first time:
"Bacon was sent by the hostess of Youfu a year ago, but Shanzi and Shanzi are gone. I don't even know if I can see him again in my lifetime.
"My husband, please tell me where Shanzi has gone, even if it is a sea of fire or death, I will go to him!"
This last sentence, the middle-aged woman cried and asked, but Shan Wenbai, who was opposite her, fell into a long silence under the light. Finally, she shook her head and whispered, "juan'er, I hope you know that Shanzi is also my son, and I will never harm him."
"I just want to see my son once."
After that, she bit her lips and continued to say three words: "I hate you!"
"You should hate me."
Shanwenbai nodded, then turned his head to one side, looked at the flickering light beside him, and continued to speak softly:
"I once said years ago that if I could come back safely, we would go to a place where no one knew us, but now it seems that this promise can not be achieved."
With the sound coming out, shanwenbai's seven orifices once again gushed black blood, and then lifted his sleeve to wipe it carefully, but how could not wipe it clean.
Looking at her husband's bloody appearance, the middle-aged woman closed her eyes and tried to make her trembling body recover gradually. After a long time, she said, "husband, I wrote a letter to the officer of Si Tianjian when you went to wanwan city a year ago."
As soon as he said this, shanwenbai stopped in the air with noodles in his hand, and then his face remained unchanged. He continued to put the noodles into his mouth and chewed them carefully. The response sounded in this small kitchen:
"I thought it was you Tingjian, but I didn't expect it was juan'er you."
"I don't want to live like this any more. I'm very tired and hard-working."
The middle-aged woman gradually calmed down and stopped her tears. In her voice, she was full of despair and relief. Then she looked at Shan Wenbai, who was full of blood in front of her, and said again:
"I am a woman and a family. I don't understand my husband's so-called major events. I never asked. I thought my husband was for the whole people of Beijing, but you and I lived under the same roof So long, more or less can feel a little different. "
"Dust to dust, earth to earth, or die."
Shanwenbai raised his head and let out a sigh. Then he turned to look at the middle-aged woman with a calm face and asked softly:
"lady, have you finished your noodles?"
In the big bowl in front of the middle-aged woman, there was only a little soup left in the bowl. Then, after a little bit of soup, she said in a soft voice:
"it's good. It's delicious."
"Eat and drink enough, so let's go!"
"I still can't worry about going down the mountain. This child has suffered a lot since he was a child, and he was left in the most dangerous place by you. After leaving Yulong pass for several years, I finally came back to Beijing to meet and be driven away. If I have a next life, I hope he won't be my son any more."
"Samsara is impermanent. If there are such things as afterlife, I will burn myself with fire if I want to come, and I can't escape."
Shanwenbai's voice was getting lower and weaker. After a few minutes, the lights in the kitchen of this small courtyard went out directly. On the side of the pavilion, the broken eyebrows of the beam were lifted up and stepped forward. The whole body of shanwenbai fell straight down, and the faint mellow voice surrounded the place"Let's go and collect the corpse."
Then Dongguo Lezheng and Li Chunfeng looked at each other and said with one voice:
"Your Majesty, he is really kind and can let him finish his self with dignity. In other words, it is impossible for such an intelligent hero to get any information from his mouth. Maybe this is the most stable way to deal with it."
"Sometimes, more information can be obtained after death than when alive!"
After several decades of breathing, the door of the kitchen in this small courtyard was pushed open by the beam. Then, the moonlight poured in from the outside. Under the weak light, two figures were lying on the table. The black blood gushed from their seven orifices, and they were lifeless.
"People are like dust. No matter who they were before they were alive, they were all in a mess after their death. They were all dead. They had to do the autopsy."
The beam broke into it and the sound rolled out.
White Emperor Palace, royal garden.
Xuantianmu life spirit floated around. Wearing plain white mourning clothes, Zhao Yubi sat upright. Then he raised his hand to pick up the steaming bitter tea. After sipping it, he slowly got up, walked to a soul guiding candle lit in the imperial garden and knelt beside it.
The young emperor bowed his head and looked at the flickering candle fire in front of him with ebony black eyes. The smoke rising from the red candle seemed to form the face of a kind old lady with a smile on her face.
Zhao Yu looks at the front quietly, then smiles at the corner of his mouth and says softly:
"grandma, if you come back to visit the whole summer, you will surely see a lot of excitement. For me, all this is just the beginning. The 90 years of the great summer calendar are destined to be different."
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In the middle of Shenjing City, under the bright moonlight, Tianhui Junjiang takes you Tingjian and his wife slowly out of the mansion. Jiang Yue, the commander of the army corps, who is covered with Tianhui's robe, stands beside a large carriage. He reaches out and signals the two men to enter the carriage. Then you Tingjian claps his wife on the back of his hand and gives the latter a reassuring look. After that, he leads the way into the car. Then the carriage was escorted by a group of soldiers in helmets and armor, and drove towards the direction of the White Emperor Palace. In front of the gate of Youfu, two soldiers came forward and pasted the seal in a cross shape. The two large letters on the seal were so dazzling in the moonlight. Outside the courtyard, which is half a column xiangjiaocheng from the Ministry of rites, Shenwei, holding the sun and Youyi are marked with three signs, and the four armies surround it. On the nearby high-rise buildings, one after another looks at the light and shadow of two noodles sitting on the dining table in the courtyard kitchen. In the kitchen, two people eat noodles, but their mouth is full of bitterness. A middle-aged woman in her forties, however, was still very old. With her rough hands and chopsticks, she continued to fill her mouth with noodles in silence. However, her tears had already blurred her vision. Then she could only make a low sob, just like the helpless cry of a drowning man before she died. "It's not easy for you to live alone this year. Just now I saw a few catties of bacon hanging from the kitchen. It's very good. I remember that in the past, Shanzi's favorite food was bacon." Hearing shanwenbai mention her son, the middle-aged woman's eyes were even more tearful. She stopped holding noodles and tried to swallow it. After that, she answered for the first time: "Bacon was sent by the hostess of Youfu a year ago, but Shanzi and Shanzi are gone. I don't even know if I can see him again in my lifetime. "My husband, please tell me where Shanzi has gone, even if it is a sea of fire or death, I will go to him!" This last sentence, the middle-aged woman cried and asked, but Shan Wenbai, who was opposite her, fell into a long silence under the light. Finally, she shook her head and whispered, "juan'er, I hope you know that Shanzi is also my son, and I will never harm him." "I just want to see my son once." After that, she bit her lips and continued to say three words: "I hate you!" "You should hate me." Shanwenbai nodded, then turned his head to one side, looked at the flickering light beside him, and continued to speak softly: "I once said years ago that if I could come back safely, we would go to a place where no one knew us, but now it seems that this promise can not be achieved." With the sound coming out, shanwenbai's seven orifices once again gushed black blood, and then lifted his sleeve to wipe it carefully, but how could not wipe it clean. Looking at her husband's bloody appearance, the middle-aged woman closed her eyes and tried to make her trembling body recover gradually. After a long time, she said, "husband, I wrote a letter to the officer of Si Tianjian when you went to wanwan city a year ago." As soon as he said this, shanwenbai stopped in the air with noodles in his hand, and then his face remained unchanged. He continued to put the noodles into his mouth and chewed them carefully. The response sounded in this small kitchen: "I thought it was you Tingjian, but I didn't expect it was juan'er you." "I don't want to live like this any more. I'm very tired and hard-working." The middle-aged woman gradually calmed down and stopped her tears. In her voice, she was full of despair and relief. Then she looked at Shan Wenbai, who was full of blood in front of her, and said again: "I am a woman and a family. I don't understand my husband's so-called major events. I never asked. I thought my husband was for the whole people of Beijing, but you and I lived under the same roof So long, more or less can feel a little different. " "Dust to dust, earth to earth, or die." Shanwenbai raised his head and let out a sigh. Then he turned to look at the middle-aged woman with a calm face and asked softly: "lady, have you finished your noodles?" In the big bowl in front of the middle-aged woman, there was only a little soup left in the bowl. Then, after a little bit of soup, she said in a soft voice: "it's good. It's delicious." "Eat and drink enough, so let's go!" "I still can't worry about going down the mountain. This child has suffered a lot since he was a child, and he was left in the most dangerous place by you. After leaving Yulong pass for several years, I finally came back to Beijing to meet and be driven away. If I have a next life, I hope he won't be my son any more." "Samsara is impermanent. If there are such things as afterlife, I will burn myself with fire if I want to come, and I can't escape." Shanwenbai's voice was getting lower and weaker. After a few minutes, the lights in the kitchen of this small courtyard went out directly. On the side of the pavilion, the broken eyebrows of the beam were lifted up and stepped forward. The whole body of shanwenbai fell straight down, and the faint mellow voice surrounded the place"Let's go and collect the corpse." Then Dongguo Lezheng and Li Chunfeng looked at each other and said with one voice: "Your Majesty, he is really kind and can let him finish his self with dignity. In other words, it is impossible for such an intelligent hero to get any information from his mouth. Maybe this is the most stable way to deal with it." "Sometimes, more information can be obtained after death than when alive!" After several decades of breathing, the door of the kitchen in this small courtyard was pushed open by the beam. Then, the moonlight poured in from the outside. Under the weak light, two figures were lying on the table. The black blood gushed from their seven orifices, and they were lifeless. "People are like dust. No matter who they were before they were alive, they were all in a mess after their death. They were all dead. They had to do the autopsy." The beam broke into it and the sound rolled out. White Emperor Palace, royal garden. Xuantianmu life spirit floated around. Wearing plain white mourning clothes, Zhao Yubi sat upright. Then he raised his hand to pick up the steaming bitter tea. After sipping it, he slowly got up, walked to a soul guiding candle lit in the imperial garden and knelt beside it. The young emperor bowed his head and looked at the flickering candle fire in front of him with ebony black eyes. The smoke rising from the red candle seemed to form the face of a kind old lady with a smile on her face. Zhao Yu looks at the front quietly, then smiles at the corner of his mouth and says softly: "grandma, if you come back to visit the whole summer, you will surely see a lot of excitement. For me, all this is just the beginning. The 90 years of the great summer calendar are destined to be different." www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
