There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 1749 422: Paying homage to the three young masters

This kind of gaze made the legs of all 13 people go limp at the same time. I don't know who was the first to kneel on the ground. What followed was the sound of knees falling to the ground. After getting off, Xuanyuan Jinhong stood upright with his head held high.

It was getting darker and darker in the prison, and he could hardly see his fingers. Looking at Xuanyuan Jinhong, he felt that he could see everyone's face, and he could see the deep fear and admiration on their faces.

This feeling made him feel an indescribable pleasure, as if all the years of torture and devastation were rewarded at this moment.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Nanhuang's corpse. In the cold winter night, the corpse stiffened very quickly. At some point, the corpse opened its eyes, because the frozen face could no longer maintain the peaceful and serene smile.

A pair of eyes that had lost all vitality glowed a dead gray in the night.

He must have seen it all, right?I saw how his deployment surrendered at his feet, and saw the people he was counting on to save his life prostrate at his feet one by one.

And he couldn't do anything anymore...

Xuanyuan Jinhong took a deep breath, the moldy air in the prison made him so happy, probably because his enemy could no longer breathe, even in such a dirty and unbearable air.

As he took a deep breath, the leader's body slowly slumped to the ground, and fell heavily on Nanhuang's corpse. He turned over and the two corpses overlapped, causing Xuanyuan Jinhong to shudder. There is a sense of contrast and interest.

But such a scene also made everyone's heads hang lower, their foreheads touched the ground, and the whole person shrunk into a ball, bowing deeply to Xuanyuan Jinhong, as if they were telling their respective stories with this silent movement. Loyalty also prayed for Xuanyuan Jinhong's forgiveness.

Xuanyuan Jinhong looked at those people trembling in fear, let out a sigh of satisfaction, and then said in a deep voice: "Who are you guys, tell me now."

There was another moment of silence, and after a while, a trembling voice was heard: "We... are His Majesty's hidden forces in the dark, just in case..."

Xuanyuan Jinhong quietly listened to him, and sure enough, it was just as he had guessed.He asked, "And then?"

The man's voice lowered, as if the trembling had stopped, and he said solemnly: "We will be your power from now on, and we will be loyal to the young master. Since you are the successor of the magic art, and you have obtained your majesty's inner strength, naturally, you are Our Lord has come."

Xuanyuan Jinhong nodded, enjoying the feeling of being worshiped for a moment.

But even such a moment made everyone tremble in their hearts. They crawled under his feet like ants, waiting for his sentence.

Finally, they heard Xuanyuan Jinhong's emotionless voice above their heads, "Get up..."

Only then did everyone heave a sigh of relief, and stood up from the ground, but they all lowered their heads, not even daring to look at Xuanyuan Jinhong again.

The young man in front of him killed their leader in an instant, so that they didn't dare to have the slightest resistance in their hearts.

The moon finally set, and another day came, and the east was faintly pale.Foretells the coming, will be a clear and sunny day.

Xuanyuan Jinhong smiled softly, and there was a trace of warmth in that smile.

The warm sun shone on the white snow, showing signs of melting. The originally soft snow seemed to have shrunk overnight, and there was no gap between one piece of snow and another.

This feeling of freedom is really good.

Xuanyuan Jinhong took a deep breath of the slightly chilly winter air, and sprayed a mouthful of white mist from his mouth. The white fox fur wrapped around his body, making his face covered in fluff. Among them, such childish behavior showed a bit of youthful innocence.

Walking on the street, what you can see is the scene of picking up leftovers after the war.

Xiyue and the others have their own advantages!But for a short time, the imperial city returned to calm.

Although the hawking sounds in the downtown area are still a little sparse, some shops have finally opened their doors for business, and some people have started to poke their heads behind the doors. Those who are more courageous have already begun to repair the dilapidated houses caused by the war.

A little girl came out from behind a wooden door, with curiosity and a smile on her face, her eyes fixed on Xuanyuan Jinhong's body, and her short, fat fingers pressed the corner of her mouth.

Xuanyuan Jinhong walked past her quickly, and couldn't help but feel a little bit of emotion in his heart. Life must go on, and the people of the Southern Dynasty seemed to have let go of the tension and anxiety in their hearts, and finally began to prepare for a new life.

It is said... that the order of the Moon God came out...

Yue Xiangxi and others took the order of the moon god and announced the atrocities committed by the Southern Emperor and the will of heaven to send them to destroy the Southern Emperor.

Although it was not clearly stated who would succeed the Southern Emperor, the common people clearly favored Yue Xiangxi and others.

Originally, she was a god in the hearts of the people in the Southern Kingdom, even if she committed the serious crime of being beheaded, she would help Yue Xiangxi, let alone have the order of the Moon God this time.

God's will?

Heh, it's just a choreography, it's true that they can't wait to kill the Southern Emperor.

Luna order?He has been in the southern country for so many years, but he didn't even know that there was a Moon God Token. If he had known earlier, he would have taken the Moon God Token.

Xuanyuan Jinhong gradually walked farther and farther, passed through the busy city, passed through the bustling streets, and came to the side of a dense forest.

This is the first time he has reached the core of this power.

Taking a deep breath, his body trembled involuntarily, not because of nervousness, but because of excitement.It was the bloodthirsty desire rippling from the depths of his body.

Stepping on the snow with steady steps, there was a "creak, creak" sound that made the teeth sour.A figure flew past in front of him, Xuanyuan Jinhong smiled and stopped in his tracks.

Seeing the figure fall down in front of him, he touched the ground on one knee, saluted and said: "Master, the subordinates have gathered according to the master's request, all the core members have arrived, and the drawings and materials are also placed inside. In the hall, my lord please."

Xuanyuan Jinhong said "OK" softly, and followed the man all the way to the depths of the dense forest.

The woods gradually became thicker, and there was no gap between almost every tree that people could walk through.

But the man was slowly thinking about leading the way in the forest, while explaining to Xuanyuan Jinhong: "According to the Qimen Dunjia technique, arranged according to the five elements and eight trigrams, there are no secrets or road signs in the forest, and it all depends on word of mouth. If you take a wrong step, you will never want to get out of this forest, which is why our power can be hidden here."

Xuanyuan Jinhong murmured to himself, no wonder, while carefully memorizing the path in the dense forest, he slowly asked, "Since this is the case, how many people can reach the depths of the dense forest?"

"Five people." The man replied without hesitation: "The rest of the people were blindfolded, led in by others, and then sent out like this. There are only five people who really know the path."

It turned out that the Southern Emperor acted so carefully, Xuanyuan Jinhong smiled and said: "No wonder you were able to survive when the soldiers were overwhelming."

The man turned his head and smiled at Xuanyuan Jinhong, his feet suddenly looked like snakes, and the steps under his feet were three folds.Xuanyuan Jinhong was taken aback. Could it be that these people were still thinking about avenging the Southern Emperor?
But all of a sudden, he saw a black figure shooting straight towards him, like a sharp arrow off the line, like a fierce tiger pouncing on his food.

A cold light flashed in Xuanyuan Jinhong's eyes, and he went straight to meet him without dodging.

But that person didn't seem to be hostile, and he stopped his attack not far from Xuanyuan Jinhong.

Xuanyuan Jinhong looked at him, and saw that the man was wearing soap-colored close-fitting soft armor with an angry expression on his face, as if his grief and indignation were uncontrollable, and he asked Xuanyuan Jinhong, "My lord, what is the crime of the leader?"

Only then did Xuanyuan Jinhong vaguely see that this person was [-] to [-] percent similar to the leader he killed last night.Xuanyuan Jinhong smiled suddenly, his face as white as crystal clear jade made people unable to take their eyes off instantly.

But gradually, an indescribable majesty emanated from him, covering the opposite person as if it had substance.

The man trembled all over, feeling that he saw His Majesty the Southern Emperor again, his body began to tremble, as if he had already understood what Xuanyuan Jinhong was going to do next.

In just one breath, his body fell limply.

Xuanyuan Jinhong said with a chilly voice: "I have been with Nanhuang for so many years, I finally have today, and the most important thing I have learned is to cut grass and root out."

He smiled and looked at the person who led the way for him, as if asking for his opinion.

The man trembled all over, hurriedly concealed the unbearable look in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Yes."

This new lord is even more ruthless than Nanhuang!
The news that the leader's brother died under Xuanyuan Jinhong's hands spread to everyone's ears because of a question.

With such a strong prestige, Xuanyuan Jinhong took over the power unexpectedly smoothly.Everyone knows that their new master is a master who cannot tolerate sand in his eyes.

And the former master has become a cold corpse, lying alone in the cold prison...

When it was discovered, everyone was shocked.

This place is heavily guarded, who killed the Southern Emperor?
The three of them couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. There is still a peerless master hidden in this southern country... They knew before that there is also a peerless master in this southern country.

I just don't know if this master is an enemy or a friend.

He didn't destroy their plan, nor did he embarrass them, he just aimed at Nanhuang. On the surface, he looked more like Nanhuang's enemy, but no one could say, what if they were waiting for an opportunity?

"Dead? That bastard Nanhuang is actually dead?" Ma Wang heard the news of Nanhuang's death, the wine jar in his hand fell to the ground, and the aroma of wine filled the entire palace in an instant.

Feng Qingyang was startled, and said, "What's wrong?"

Ma Wang didn't care about the jar of fine wine he had just found, he patted his thigh and said, "Oh, why did he die? I was going to kill this grandson alive, why did he die."

Everyone who said something in one speech couldn't laugh or cry.After all, Feng Qingyang was young, even more so when he looked at this and that, he didn't know how to comfort Ma Wang.

Although they all wanted to torture Nanhuang to death, they had no choice but to give up since he was already dead.

Because Yang Churuo found his own son, the hatred in his heart was not so strong. With the death of Nanhuang, everything disappeared.

It's useless for Yue Xiangxi to hate, and Yang Chunan can't come back. Now that Nanhuang died, it was considered revenge.

Yue Xiangxi has no intention of managing the affairs of the Southern Kingdom. She has never been a person who likes power, otherwise she would not let go of the Queen of the Moon Kingdom and come to the Southern Kingdom.

Yang Churuo just wanted to spend more time with Chang'er, she owed too much to Chang'er, therefore, the Southern Kingdom naturally fell on Chu Yuchen, who took over and belonged to the Chu Kingdom.

Ordinary people want to take over the Southern Kingdom, and even more want to be the emperor of the Southern Kingdom, but among these people, no one is willing, which is also a strange thing.

The affairs of Yue State came to an end, and everyone began to discuss the matter of returning to Chu State.

In the Southern Palace, Yang Churuo is still worried about Xuanyuan Jinhong.

The big revenge was also avenged, she had nothing to hate, but Xuanyuan Jinhong lost his country and family because of him, and suffered so many hardships, she naturally felt a little guilty in her heart.

"Jinhong, come with us." Yang Churuo's gentle voice sounded, hoping to make up for him.

Xuanyuan Jinhong turned his head to look at Yang Churuo. It was still the unparalleled beauty of her face, with a gentle smile rippling from the corner of her mouth, as if just looking at it could make people's hearts sweet.

But he shook his head, his eyes were cold and unwavering, and his voice was slightly depressed, he said: "I don't want to leave, there are too many memories in the southern country, I want to stay here for a while."

"If you don't want to leave, don't leave." Ma Wang glanced at him, feeling somewhat displeased with this kid, who obviously wanted to take care of him with good intentions, but instead had to beg him, how could there be such a stubborn temper in the world .

He simply didn't know what to do. Thinking of this, Ma Wang turned his head and asked Jiang Limo, "What about you? Are you going?"

"I..." Jiang Limo still looked like an overly frightened little daughter-in-law, Qiqi Ai said: "I want to go home..."

Ma Wang turned around angrily, and suddenly kicked hard at the broken wine jar.

Jiang Limo shuddered from the loud noise, and looked up at Ma Wang with some grievances.

Everyone was stunned, wondering what kind of nerves Ma Wang had got, it was clear just now that he was fine...

Several people looked at each other, and after a long time, they heard Jiang Limo ask as if mustering up his courage: "You...do you want to take me with you?"

Ma Wang snorted coldly, turned around and didn't look in his direction, and said in a low voice, "Who wants to take you away, just to ask!"

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the hall without looking back.

He just left?

Looking at Ma Wang's back gradually going away, Jiang Limo suddenly gritted his teeth and trotted all the way to catch up.

Concubine Liu covered her mouth and laughed softly, "Why do I look like a young couple who are at odds with each other?" Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Yang Churuo walked up to Concubine Liu and looked at her, "Xiao Liu, what about you, do you want to go with us?"

"I..." Concubine Liu lowered her head, seemingly unable to make a choice.

Yang Churuo stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and pressed her warm palm on Concubine Liu's slender hand, but she wrenched her hand free as if she had been scalded.

Yang Churuo's heart moved, but she heard Concubine Liu's leisurely voice, "Sister, let me think about it..."

Yang Churuo stared blankly at his hand that was thrown away by Concubine Liu, it turned out that they would never go back to the beginning, the time when they trusted and supported each other.

After all, she failed her...

"After all, he failed me..." Another voice rang out, and Yang Churuo looked up, only to see Princess Xiyue staring at the melting white snow outside the hall, and said in a deep voice.

Her cold eyes were full of sadness, but they were deeply buried in the depths of the eyes, like a pool of pure lake water, seemingly clear to the bottom, but hidden under the lake water was a hidden secret that no one could see. swirl.

Princess Xiyue raised her head slightly, her gaze seemed to pass through the window lattice in front of her, through the palace wall, and even through life and death.

She stared at it for a long time, and the words that came out of her mouth were no longer as free and easy as usual, "I want to visit him again, I must tell him about this, so that he won't be worried about it underground."

Everyone naturally knew that the person she was referring to was Yang Sanshao, and the joy in everyone's hearts slowly disappeared and flowed away.

Seemingly infected by Princess Xiyue's emotions, she fell silent for a while.

Princess Xiyue seemed to have realized her gaffe, she raised her head high, not to let the tears fall, and when she turned around to face the crowd, the swaying smile returned to her face again .

"In that case, let's go and tell him about it, and by the way... take him home too." She seemed to be saying an ordinary thing, but these words fell into everyone's heart, everyone's heart , It was like falling a heavy boulder.

God!What a cruel thing this is!

From then on, a pair of lovers will never see each other again, even if there are thousands of lovesickness, they can't express their heartfelt love.

When war comes, she can suppress all her thoughts and pains.But now that the Southern Kingdom is destroyed and the Southern Emperor is dead, what should Princess Xiyue do?
Take Yang Sanshao home?
Yes, Tianfeng Kingdom is his home.

They thought, Yang Sanshao must also want to go home...

At least... buried with his loved ones.

The moment she heard the news of victory, Princess Xiyue suddenly had a thought in her heart that she wanted to go with Yang Chunan.

The war is not over, she can't, and she doesn't care about the lives of soldiers.As the soul that leads the army, she has responsibilities that she must shoulder.

But now, everything that needs her to do, she has done.She faced it all alone and did it all alone.

Her only thought now was to tell him and return to his arms.

Cars rumbled, horses clustered together, pedestrians with bows and arrows at their waists, and the team heading to Yang Sanshao's tomb was as neat as a march, but without the murderous look and vigor of the expedition.

Princess Xiyue straddled the steed, but her eyes were full of sadness.She was silent, as if she was talking with him across the line of time and space.

Everyone couldn't help lowering their voices, as if they were afraid that any slight noise would disturb her thoughts.

Everyone knows how long she has endured, how long she has been suppressed.At this time, she should have burst into tears, but because of her stubbornness, the arrogance she seemed to be born with, she refused to shed tears in front of everyone...

"If I want to go with you, I don't know if you will be happy to see me?" Princess Xiyue opened her lips slightly, and whispered in a voice that only she could hear.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and that smile looked extremely sad.

"Ask what love is in the world, and teach people to promise each other in life and death. Flying guests from all over the world, how many times the old wings are cold and hot..."

I don't know when, the snow suddenly fell down one after another, and the sky, which was originally sunny and thin, suddenly turned gloomy.It was as if even the sky felt Princess Xiyue's sad state of mind.

No one said a word, but they all said it at almost the same time, and their hearts trembled.A sense of sadness spread through the entire team.

Going to pay homage to Yang Sanshao is a heavy heart for everyone.

He used to be their god of war, the unparalleled hero in their hearts, and the object of their trust and admiration.

How many times they dreamed back in the middle of the night, they all longed to be him, as literary and military as him, as resourceful as him.

And he left just like that, leaving behind their princess, that hearty and pretty woman.That alluring appearance, those soul-stirring eyes, that free and easy laughter that went straight to the bottom of my heart.

According to legend, a banished immortal descended from the sky.Going through such a life in this world is nothing more than surviving the kalpa of the world.

If such exiled immortals really exist in this world, then Yang Sanshao must be such a person!
He was too perfect, so perfect that he was not like a mortal in the world, so perfect that everyone admired him, but he finally left, so thoroughly and so resolutely.

His tomb was getting closer and closer. With the sound of horseshoes, everyone felt that every step was as heavy as a thousand. Princess Xiyue looked at Yang Sanshao's tombstone.

He will stay in this place forever, forever, ever...

With the sound of horseshoes knocking on everyone's heartstrings, Yang Sanshao's tomb is not far away.

Xiyue turned over and got off the horse suddenly, tears had flowed across her crystal-like jade cheeks, but the once-spirited and pretty face no longer had the radiant spirit it used to have.

I saw that there was sadness in her eyes, those eyes seemed to penetrate the wind and snow in front of her, and traveled to a far, far place...

Yang Churuo didn't speak, but jumped off the horse following her movements after she got off the horse.

Next, all the people got off their horses and cars, and walked forward step by step on the snow under their feet.

"Your Majesty, shall we go down too?" Xiaoye heard the voice, glanced through the gap in the car curtain, and then whispered in Concubine Liu's ear.

Concubine Liu frowned slightly.

Xiaoye leaned over and said, "I heard it's the third young master of the Yang family... When the third young master was alive, he was truly heroic..."

Concubine Liu waved her hand slightly, stopping her next words.

The third young master of the Yang family, she doesn't need to say anything, she naturally knows.

He is an unrivaled hero, able to stabilize the country with his writing, and safe with his martial arts. He has a spear and a flag to point out the fear of the enemy. He is strong, but he also has a persistent tenderness. For many years, he has only loved Princess Xiyue...

But he is her brother after all...

Concubine Liu got out of the carriage, her eyebrows were drooping, no one could see the expression on her face, and no one was interested in looking at her, the tombstone was getting closer and closer, the wind blew up snowflakes, and the plain white , sad day by day...

The closer she got, the more Xiyue staggered, as if she had lost all strength.

Yang Churuo's eyes showed a look of unbearable, and he wanted to step forward to help, but was supported by Chu Yuchen beside him, and he whispered in her ear: "Don't go there, let her go by herself."

Yang Churuo raised his eyes to look at Chu Yuchen, but he could also see deep sorrow from his eyes.She suddenly understood in her heart, yes, this is her farewell to him, this time should really be left to herself...

Nodding silently, resting her head on Chu Yuchen's shoulder, breathing in the aura of his body, the sad memories in her heart played back over and over again in her mind.

He is her third brother, someone she deeply admires, and they are about to leave, but he will stay here forever...

A group of people walked on the snow in silence, even the soft boots on the soles of their feet seemed to be unaware of the melted snow.

Princess Xiyue was the first to walk to the tombstone, and she knelt down in the wind and snow.He stretched out his hand and gently brushed off the snow on the tombstone, that movement was gentle and full of love, as if caressing the cheek of his beloved.

Her slender and slender fingers flicked over and over again...

Big drops of tears rolled down in the snow, making small depressions one after another.

"We won, and now the Southern Kingdom has been recovered, and the Southern Emperor is dead. I will avenge your great revenge..." She seemed to be whispering in her lover's ear, and spit it out from her trembling lips.

She slowly moved her head close to the tombstone, stared at the name on it, and suddenly closed her eyes, crying silently.

As Princess Xiyue wailed, the people behind her also knelt down one by one.

Only one figure in the crowd was still standing, as if it had been turned into stone carvings and wooden structures.

Looking at the worshipers, Ma Wang suddenly felt an unreal feeling in his heart.

He stayed for a long time before he took out the skin bag from his bosom, which contained his treasured wine, walked slowly to the tombstone, filled the wine glass, and poured a full glass of wine in front of the tombstone.

Like a clear spring, the wine melted the snow in front of the tombstone, making a very slight "sizzling" sound, and quickly seeped down from the snow.

Ma Wang raised his head and looked at the sky, "Master, if you have a spirit in the sky, you will be happy to see today's scene! My brother respects you!" With tears in his eyes, he almost shouted at the sky.

After shouting, he raised the wine bag in his hand, took a big gulp, turned around and stepped back, Jiang Limo looked at him timidly, as if he wanted to say something, but finally bit his lower lip and said nothing .

Concubine Liu stood up, and supported Yang Churuo with Chu Yuchen from left to right. Concubine Liu looked at her slightly red and swollen eye sockets from crying, and felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Why did her tears make people feel comfortable?This woman who once let her down had tears and sadness...

"My condolences... the third young master will cheer for us when he sees our victory in the spirit of the sky, and will be deeply relieved." Concubine Liu's tone was soft and gentle, as if she had returned to the days when they depended on each other.

Yang Churuo nodded, and reached out to grab Concubine Liu's hand. She had been so caring with her before. Today, can they return to the past when they trusted and supported each other?

Concubine Liu smiled softly, and took Yang Churu's hand behind her back. She just felt a little warmth in her heart, but when she saw her eyes looking at Princess Xiyue, a sense of resentment suddenly rose in her heart.

Maybe in her heart, she will always be just a girl...

Concubine Liu's smile gradually turned cold, she only felt that the wind and snow around her was getting colder and colder all over her body.

Princess Xiyue's fingers tightly grasped the snow on the grave, and the snow slowly melted in her hands, and her white jade-like fingers were slightly reddened by the cold snow, like a shy girl. face.

It's a pity that on Princess Yue's face, there were only tears like pearls rolling down, and big ones fell on the snow.

After all, the princess has such a temperament. Even if the pain in her heart reaches the extreme, she still suppresses it in front of others. This kind of pride has won her the admiration of everyone, but who knows how painful it is for her to suppress it.

Today's victory has come, the world is peaceful, and it's time for the princess to vent her anger.

Thinking of this, Sikong Lingxiu took a step forward silently, knelt down in front of Yang Sanshao's tomb one step behind her, and whispered to Princess Xiyue: "Princess, if you feel sad, just cry out. Princess, the Southern Emperor has paid for it with his life, no matter how much resentment, no matter how much sadness, now, let it pass..."

Seeing Princess Xiyue's face that seemed to have suddenly lost all vitality, Sikong Lingxiu didn't dare to look directly at it, but just lowered his head, looked at the white snow in front of him, and finally persuaded: "The dead are gone..."

He didn't know how to persuade Princess Xiyue, it seemed that all the joy of victory could not offset the sadness in her heart.

But what else?No matter how unwilling she is, no matter how reluctant she is, after all, there is a separation between man and nature.

The crying of Xiyue's princess finally resounded, as if the embankment that had been suppressed was broken through in an instant.

In her cry, everyone bowed their heads.

Even in the face of a powerful enemy, even when soldiers are approaching the city, even when an army is overwhelming, she has never lost her composure like this.

She's always been unflappable, she's always been jovial.

That bright and wise image has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but this is the first time that such a gaffe has been so clearly shown in front of everyone.

Yang Churuo wanted to go forward to persuade her, but when she came up to her, her eyes touched the name of the third brother on the tombstone, but she felt sad from it, and tears rolled down.

The grief of Princess Xiyue and Yang Churuo weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Only Concubine Liu lowered her head, looking at her hand that was let go by Yang Churuo, a trace of hatred suddenly rose from her eyes.

It's always like this, it's never been any different from before, she always has more important things, and there is always someone more important than her, to her, what is she?

Her girl, her maid, someone who could sacrifice for her at any time?All sister affection is just a joke...

Quietly looking around with the corner of her eyes, these are her family and the people who are important to her.

Concubine Liu didn't say a word, her gaze slowly turned cold...

Chu Yuchen stepped on the snow and walked to Yang Churuo's side, and put his arms around her shoulders, letting her lean in his arms.Then he said to the tombstone: "Third Brother, don't worry, I will take good care of Chu Ruo."

Yang Churuo leaned her on Chu Yuchen's shoulder, felt his comfort, felt a little less sad, but felt a warm little hand holding his own.

Without turning her head, she can clearly feel that this is Chang'er's hand...

He has been a caring and sensible child since he was a child. He has experienced the warmth and coldness of the world at an age that should be carefree, but he has never let this child's heart be stained with the slightest dust. He is so warm...

Yang Churuo shook his hand slightly, and then heard Feng Qingyang's voice, "Mother, is this my uncle?"

Yang Churuo turned her head slowly, and said softly to him: "Yes, Chang'er, this is your third uncle. Presumably you have heard of the all-powerful Young Master Yang, right? He is...he is here now. Good boy, go and see your uncle, have a word with him, and go say goodbye to your uncle too."

Feng Qingyang nodded, let go of Yang Churu's hand, and walked to the tomb, "Sanjiu, I know you are a hero, so many people respect and love you, I think you must be great. Mother said we would Leaving here, I don’t know if you will feel lonely here alone, but it doesn’t matter, we will always have you in our hearts, we will always be with you, and, soon, you will not be lonely anymore, mother They said they would take your bones back to Chu and bury them with other relatives."

Yes, in my heart, he will always be in my heart...

Princess Xiyue raised her head suddenly, her tear-filled eyes were shining brightly, she said in a deep voice: "Shang'er, you are right, he has not left, he will always be with us, and we will also Be with him forever."

Looking up at the sky, as if Yang Sanshao's face was hidden above the sky, Princess Xiyue suddenly burst into a smile, that smile melted the snowstorm, as if spring had quietly arrived .

Everyone's heart was moved, that high-spirited princess seemed to be back again.

Looking up at the sky, as if Yang Sanshao's face was hidden above the sky, Princess Xiyue suddenly burst into a smile, that smile melted the snowstorm, as if spring had quietly arrived .

Everyone's heart was moved, that high-spirited princess seemed to be back again.The wind and snow are swaying, the sky and the earth are ruthless, the mountains and rivers have lost their color, leaving only a blank pale, the heavy snow seems to have washed away the dust in the air, and the cool fresh air enters the chest from the nose, bringing A coldness that makes people clear.

After paying homage to Yang Sanshao, everyone prepared to return with a parting sadness.Yang Churuo's eyes fell on Princess Xiyue, and she was still in front of Yang Sanshao's tombstone, whispering something as if she was muttering to herself.

There was a hint of understanding in Yang Churuo's eyes, she couldn't let her continue to be sad, tomorrow will always come, and she will continue to live.Going forward, putting his hand on her shoulder, he said softly: "Let's go back, the third brother must have known about this intention. If you are so sad, the third brother's spirit in heaven will not feel at ease. "

Princess Xiyue shook her head slowly, she is not just sad now, when she turned around, although she still had tears on her face, her eyes were no longer the dead silent look just now, replaced by It is full of vitality.

Yang Churuo was startled, thinking that he had misread.

Taking a closer look, Princess Xiyue's skin was originally bullying Saixue, but now her eyes are slightly red because of crying, but those wonderful eyes are like melting ice springs, with pulses turning, lively and energetic.

Looking forward to the extreme, there is a flying and luxurious air.

At this time, Princess Xiyue has recovered the aura of the moon phase Xi who stands proud of the world!

Seeing her stunned, Princess Xiyue knew that she didn't understand her changes for a while, but she didn't explain much, her long eyebrows raised slightly, and she said: "You go back first, I want to stay with him for a while. The two of us One always has to talk alone."

Yang Churuo has already confirmed the change of Princess Xiyue at this time, and a sense of uneasiness suddenly arises in her heart. Xiyue won't do anything stupid, right?She hesitated and said: "In that case, let me accompany you for a while. If you have something to say to third brother alone, I'll just stand far away and accompany you."

Princess Xiyue knew that she was worried about herself, and a warm feeling rose in her heart.

But he still shook his head, turned his head to look at Yang Sanshao's tombstone, and said softly: "Since ancient times, Taoist women have been pleasing to themselves, and what he likes is my appearance, how can I not let him look like that?" Take a good look at me..."

That tone was full of charming gentleness, rippling with strands of sweetness.

At this time, her silent and dynamic beauty is probably inferior to the fairies in the sky, and they feel ashamed.

It turned out that she had such thoughts.

Yang Churuo compared her heart with her heart, knowing that this woman who did not change her face when Mount Tai collapsed, naturally had her own way of saying goodbye, since she didn't want to be around everyone, there was no need to bother her.

Yang Churuo was only worried that Princess Xiyue would lose her behavior due to excessive grief. Seeing her expression at this moment, she already understood what she was thinking.

Then he nodded and left Yang Sanshao's tomb with everyone.

Feng Qingyang walked step by step and turned his head three times, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, he asked Yang Churuo in a low voice: "Mother, is it okay for Auntie to be at uncle's place by herself? Do you want Chang'er to invite her back to the palace together?"

This child is still the same as when he was young, so kind and caring for others.

Yang Churuo smiled, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said, "It's okay, Chang'er, your third uncle and Princess Xiyue have a deep relationship, so give her some time to let your third uncle be alone." Stay with her for a while, it's between her and him. It's a long, long story, mother will tell you..."

Only then did Feng Qingyang let go of the doubts in his heart, softened his body, leaned on Yang Churuo's shoulder quietly, and listened quietly to her telling the story between Yang Sanshao and Princess Xiyue, with the two people's joys and sorrows, smiling or mourning look.

Feng Qingyang's whole mind was immersed in the beautiful love affair full of sadness, until he reached the gate of the palace, he slowly came back to his senses, and said with a sigh: "It turns out that Aunt Xiyue is such a beautiful woman." Strange woman..."

But it is so ill-fated...

Yang Churuo nodded, but fell silent.

(End of this chapter)