C572 I'm sorry

Madam Xiao lay on the coffin of Xiao Shan and cried countless times. She fainted and woke up again. She continued to cry and then fainted again. She spoke bluntly and definitely did not let the person who harmed Xiao Shan go.

When Xiao Zhenhai heard this, he felt extremely upset. He raised his head to the sky and roared loudly, beating his chest and stomping his feet, wailing loudly. He smacked the coffin and gritted his teeth as he shouted loudly, "It was that stupid princess who harmed my Shan'er! My son, I have let you down, but I was unable to save your eldest son's life! "

Madam Xiao suddenly raised her head with tears in her eyes. She had guessed a bit about Xiao Shan's death from what Xiao Zhenhai had said when he cried.

She glared at Xiao Zhenhai and asked, "Master, who did you collude with this time? The mountain that killed me! Are you still the mighty general that I admire? The current you, a woman, actually colluded with the woman of the harem, and now you've put your own son in there, blaming him for beating him to a bloody pulp. Xiao Zhenhai, you really let me, Lu Xi, down! Back then, my father said that you were a formidable person, and in my opinion, what's the difference between you and a bear! "

"Madam …" Xiao Zhenhai felt ashamed and looked guiltily at Lu Xi. Lu Xi had been a big figure in Pingzhou, and Xiao Zhenhai admired him. After he had married into the capital, he decided to keep himself as a good wife and mother.

"Hmph, if you don't kill the person who killed Shan'er and avenge him, I, Lu Xi, will lead He'er and Hu'er back to my father!" As Madam Xiao spoke, she suddenly stood up, not leaving the slightest bit of face for Xiao Zhenhai.

The mountain customs office.

Under the night sky, the wind and snow were blowing.

Lian Meng held his spear and stood outside the tent of the Military Marshal, Lian Yan Fu. Today, he and Huang Yan, who was in charge of guarding, were in charge.

The last time he had killed the tiger with his bare hands, he had done a great service, and later, on several occasions when Chidan had attacked, he had also done a great service, and now that he had been promoted to a centurion he had a hundred men under his command. He had trained these hundred men with great care, and he wanted to make them the most valiant men in the army.

"Pa Da." Suddenly, an unknown item fell from Lian Yin's body.

Huang Yan bent down, picked up the item, and placed it in Lian Fu's hand. "Longevity Lock?" "Ah Tong, this is what your mother gave you before you left, right?"

When his eyes landed on the longevity lock, he recalled that day when he had entered the palace to bid farewell to the Eleventh Princess. The Empress called him over and gave him the longevity lock.

On that day, when he saw her, he felt that she was weak and that she would die soon. Unexpectedly, he had heard about her funeral two days ago.

He put the longevity lock back into his pocket and said, "No, it wasn't my mother who gave it to me."

"That's …"

"Ou Ou, come in." At this moment, Lian Yanfu's voice came from within the tent.

"Yes, Generalissimo." Lian Fu placed his spear to the side and walked in while bending down. He saw that there was a letter in Lian Yanfu's hand and the Left Vanguard Wang Qin was standing at the side.

As he received the attack, he nodded and said, "Marshal, what business do you have with me?"

Lian Yan Fu's face darkened. "Yi'er, I heard that you had a good time with the eleventh princess of the Changchun Palace back in the capital, didn't you?"

[Why is he talking about eleven all of a sudden?]

He nodded and said, "My nephew once gave the princess a little deer, and the princess also helped me and my elder sister. We are good friends."

Lian Yanfu sighed and said, "She passed away."

"What …" Lian Fu felt his heart tremble. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Lian Yanfu in disbelief. In a trembling voice, he asked, "Fourth Uncle, is it … is it true?"

When the Empress passed away, she became overly worried and followed along. When I heard that she was a good friend of yours, I told you that even though you are separated from the capital by the ends of the earth, you should also head towards the direction of the capital and bid her farewell. Lian Yan Fu was given three joss sticks' worth of incense and a pot of wine by Wang Qin.

Lian didn't know how he got out of Lian Yenfu's tent. His steps were a little weak. He walked to the northeast corner of the tent and his legs went soft. Then, he kneeled down on one knee.

Three incense sticks of time were floating in front of him. He tightly held the pot of wine in his hand as his body slightly trembled.

No, how could that be possible?

11. Although she was made of gold and jade, she clearly lived like a strong weed. No hardships or hardships could hurt her, so how could she be in a bad condition? How could she just go with the empress …

"Then will you still come back?" In Changchun Palace, the Eleventh Princess' eyes were misty as she asked with a choked voice. He could see the anticipation in her eyes, but he pretended not to see anything as he shook his head and said,

"I don't know, but I will be fine. I won't die."

"Don't say that. The incantation!" When Princess Eleven heard the word "dead," she stands on her tiptoes and covers his mouth with her hand. "Whether you come back or not, you will be fine, I believe, because you are a good person and Heaven will treat you well."

Lian Meng smiled. "Yes, you are right. Princess, I will be fine. You must be fine too."

This was the final conversation between the two of them. It was as though everything that had happened just yesterday had happened. Her smile and her tears were still so vivid. How could she just leave like that?

The image of a beautiful face appeared in Lian Fu's mind. She really was a good girl.

His heart suddenly felt a stabbing pain. He immediately covered his chest, revealing a wailing expression, and said, "If you go, I can only send you off. I didn't even see you last time. You let me be fine, but I don't have any value for myself, how can I endure this?"

He opened the pot of wine and raised his head to drink a mouthful. After that, he sprinkled the remaining wine on the ground. He felt that the wine today was exceptionally bitter.

He began to sob softly, and then he spread his limbs and lay down on the snow. His empty eyes looked up at the brilliant stars above him, and suddenly a star streaked across the sky, falling to who knows where.

Suddenly, Lian Fu covered his eyes with both hands and burst into tears like a child. In the empty snow, his cries sounded so sad and moving — —

"I'm sorry, my little sister. It was big brother who hurt you, so you better get on the road. May you like someone you should like in your next life."

For the whole night, he slept in the snow, completely motionless. The ashes from the incense were all gone, falling onto the white snow — —

This was similar to the feelings Feng Lingyue had for the Consecutive Spell; it was burning with a burning heat, but in the end, everything turned to ash and nothing was left.