Chapter 90: A general succeeds and thousands of bones are undone. Who sends his loyal soul back to the mountain?

A house in Chengxian Street, Hongxiu and Liufushui are both anxious waiting. The incident of the remnants of the Northern Yan Mountains and the demon clan assassination of the current saints has long been widely circulated. As a key place in the capital, the information spreads quickly faster than others.

The old ladies and the others in the mansion have sent someone to come, and the lady even came to the door in person.

But the little marquis still didn't come back-

Both of them stood at the door with great concern, looking around.

The drizzle suddenly poured down, covering the entire eastern capital. Many flowers in the yard that were knocked down by the rain suddenly wilted.

A little, when a white figure appeared, Hongxiu could no longer help and ran over immediately. Seeing this, Liu Fushui hurriedly followed.

Seeing clearly that Su Long was indeed the little marquis, Liu Fushui quickly took over the reins of the horse.

Hongxiu was wet with rain, and the running water in her eyes was accompanied by the rinsing of rain: "Young Master!"

"Why is Hongxiu crying?" With the help of Liu Fushui, Pei Donglai turned over and dismounted. When he saw that the bloody clothes on his body were wet with the rain, the blood dripping down. He immediately smiled: "Silly girl, the young master is fine."

"Floating water, take good care of Sulong. Today, I'm tired looking for it!"

After handing the horse to Liu Fushui, Pei Donglai entered the hall.

After taking a bath in a hot bath, he changed into a plain white dress. Pei Donglai suddenly felt much more comfortable. He took the tea that Hongxiu had already soaked, and found that the little girl still looked miserable: "Hongxiu, am I back now? You are so frowning, the young master feels distressed!"

"Young Master——"

"I'm fine. I'll put that dress away after washing it!" Recalling today's battles, Pei Donglai suddenly felt chest tightness: "Why are you all guarding the door and not holding an umbrella when it rains!"

"The old lady and the others have sent people over several times, and the young lady has also come in person. But the young master has not come back at that time - and the Beijing war report has been issued long ago! We are worried about the young master..."

"Oh? The Beijing Central War Report was issued so soon, bring it to me and take a look!"

——In this battle, the Nanshan Imperial Army and the Imperial Army won the victory after a bloody battle. Nearly a thousand people of the remnants of the Northern Yan and the demon clan were killed! Three hundred emperors and princes in the Nanshan Imperial Army were killed and injured, and the sons of the princes and princes of each prefecture were not afraid of the enemy and participated in the battle. Among them, the third son of the Huarong Marquis Mansion and the prince of Duke Li... In order to protect the majesty of the Great Chu, they died in great battles-

"Bang!"

These words quickly gathered into scenes of tragic scenes before Pei Donglai's eyes, and the battle report in his hand was pressed on the table.

Victory?

Recalling the hunting of the Nanshan Mountains, the collapse of the earth and the cut off of the mountains. Countless imperial guards in the Nanshan Mountains died in battle, and their comrades fought. The nobles fought back... Finally, they cleaned the battlefield, and countless hundreds of cavalry soldiers hugged their comrades who were incomplete.

Victory!

With countless plans, he scolded the Grand Master of the dynasty in front of the holy world. These glory seemed to be insignificant in an instant.

The elegy from the drizzle outside my ears made Pei Donglai unable to sit still.

Holding up a paper umbrella, taking a small step, slowly leaving Chengxian Street again.

Facing the south gate, there were already long dragons gathering on the street. Many families of the imperial guards all shouted simple white. The sound of mourning shocked the world.

With the drizzle, countless yellow papers floated and fell in the sky.

Pei Donglai stopped, and under the umbrella, he looked at the countless coffins being pulled by carriages and horses with a serious look. Countless people cried heartbrokenly, and they called out loudly.

"Son! My son!"

In white clothes, an old woman cried and cried with the coffin pulled by the carriage and horse.

The Nanshan Imperial Guard - Hundred Cavalry Army, what a glorious title. Until now, it is actually a white-haired man who gives away a black-haired man!

Many women even came to see off their deceased husbands with their children in their arms. They either had tears in their eyes or were crying miserably. The grief in their eyes was shocking.

"This brother--"

A coffin passed by in front of him, and Pei Donglai suddenly shouted. But then, he felt that his throat was hot and he could not say a word.

The other party turned around and saw clearly the white clothes: "Little Marquis!"

"You..." This person was a guard beside Lu Tao that day.

"My brother is serving his country with death, I will send him the last journey."

After the words came, the other party's solemn figure slowly disappeared.

The wailing sounds accompanied by the drizzle. Countless flying yellow papers seemed to announce something.

As soon as they walked towards the south gate, a long team headed towards the tomb forest. Although they were able to enter the Nanshan Imperial Guards, although they were not necessarily high-ranking officials, their family background was quite good. As the Nanshan Imperial Guards, they sacrificed their lives for the country this time. According to the rules, they were buried in the tomb forest outside the South Gate.

The drizzle is drizzling, and countless mists are scattered.

Countless Nanshan Imperial Guards who returned from bloody battles did not go home. The blood on the armor was washed away by the rain. Coffins passed by, and they escorted their comrades into the soil with the highest respect of the soldiers.

Even the most powerful enemy never made them feel afraid. No matter how fierce the battle was, they never made them cry. But this time, all the remaining hundred cavalrymen could no longer hold back the hot tears.

These are their brothers, brothers who fought side by side. Many of them even only found their armor. Some were incomplete corpses.

The heaven and earth mourn together, and the whole city was covered with mourn. Pei Donglai moved with the slow flow of people and suddenly sighed: "Relatives may be sad, but others have already sang. Where can I say to death? I will hold my body to the same mountain."

The same simple white figure stood in a concentrated manner with an oil-paper umbrella.

Qishan Hou, Cang Sheng!

After all the soldiers were buried, Cang Sheng put three incense sticks in front of the huge glory monument with sad expression.

There were three incense sticks, and Pei Donglai was full of respect.

The two of them had their eyes intertwined and their expressions were a little desolate.

"One general succeeds and thousands of bones are undone!"

Cang Sheng's eyes were slightly cool, so he walked slowly. When he and Pei Donglai were intertwined, he suddenly stopped: "Brother Donglai, Mingzhen is in a bad mood today. Another day, Mingzhen will sweep the bed and treat each other!"

"good."

The figures intertwined, but they were walking at two extremes.

Pei Donglai suddenly thought about Beixiang Gate, which was also the residence of Li Mu, the prime minister of white clothes.

I still see the decaying walls and the old wooden door. However, what I see today is completely different from the past when I visited Li Mu that day.

The rain washed away the countless already pale walls even more decayed.

An old man with gray hair, dark skin and wrinkles. He begged with a dark wooden stick and a broken bowl. Without the wind and rain, his originally curved waist made him look thinner.

"Young Master, please give me some reward-"

The calls were like sharp lights piercing in my heart. Pei Donglai's slightly cool expression forced a smile. He took out some broken silver from his arms and slowly put it into the old man's broken bowl full of rain.

I am sad that the place where the Qin and Han dynasties traveled, the palaces and palaces were made of earth.

When prosperity occurs, the people suffer; when death occurs, the people suffer.

It is said that the Chu Dynasty's officials were clear and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. Those nobles and nobles, court advisers, had never noticed such a situation?

Your Majesty, have you ever seen it?

Shangguan Taishi, have you ever seen him?

Pei Donglai slowly withdrew his hand and looked at the old man with sad eyes.

"Thank you, thank you, young master." Seeing so much money, the old man bowed repeatedly: "You will live a hundred years old and be rich and noble--"

Suddenly, several figures jumped out, and several children in unclothed clothes whizzed by in mud. There were simple smiles on their faces. Although the small body did not have thick clothes to cover the cold, the laughter was clear.

At this moment, Pei Donglai seemed to have returned to Donglin Mansion and returned to the small village of Liushi Town, a remote border.

"Mother--"

The begging old man was stunned when he saw the young master's expression suddenly reminisce about him. He paused a little and then disappeared from the street and begged for other places.

Pei Donglai, who came to his senses, saw that the old man had just left a hunched figure.

"Stand up your mind for the heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, inherit your unique knowledge for the past saints, and bring peace to the ages. Haha---" Pei Donglai said this sentence coldly, and his tone was full of ridicule.

Wave it, and the rain gets heavier and heavier.

Pei Donglai, who had stopped for a long time, sighed.

"My mother's life is miserable. How many people are as miserable as my mother in this world? Or they are even more miserable than that. How dare I talk about bringing peace to the world, but I also do my best to seek stability for the people of this world. Everything is to be at peace and do my best!"

The faint bluestone slab, the rain water passed by.

The white figure gradually drifted away, leaving only a touch of sadness.

On the bustling Chengxian Street, there are also many luxurious carriages passing by in the heavy rain. The splashes of water fall and disappear invisibly.

...

"Young Master, Prince Meng, the prince of the prince, was looking for a visit with a lot of gifts!"

Hongxiu carefully entered the study room and reported softly. Her eyes were a little bit Xiyi, and after the young master came back, his expression was like this.

"Let them go back!"

"etc."

The scenes of the past and the sad scenes echoed in my mind!

Pei Donglai slowly put down the book in his hand and pondered for a moment: "Let them take the gifts to the Nanshan Imperial Guard who is suffering from the deathly scrupulous army!"

"yes!"
To be continued...