Both of them are smart people, and they often understand it at a glance. Wang Yi no longer speaks more, and Lu Li himself will figure it out.

The two of them soon arrived in front of the house in the middle of the valley. Lu Li stood at the door and stopped for a long time, without any intention of entering and checking.

In fact, Lu Li has seen the decoration inside countless times, but the person who just accompanied her has long been no longer in the world.

Turning back, Lu Li glanced at the mountains of peach blossoms, and the coldness in his eyes gradually faded, but the sadness was still there.

Wang Yi's words still played a big role. Hate and family affection are the only way to make people live.

After seeing the last look of Taohua, Lu Li walked around with his hands, gently pulled off the ribbon between his hair, stretched out his hand, threw the ribbon into the air, and walked alone towards the road he had come.

Wang Yi followed Lu Li and protected him. After Lu Li walked out of the valley, he always lowered his head and walked silently on the mountain path. Every step he took, the tenderness on his face would be less, and the solemnity would be more, and the delicate side face would feel a different feeling.

Wang Yi was a little surprised. He didn't expect Lu Li to be so deeply in love. He thought that after Lu Li walked out of here, he would not accept anyone.

Don’t enter the newborn.

Wang Yi can only use the style of Jinyiwei to describe Lu Li's current state.

Wang Yi felt a little regretful when he thought that the quirky woman had disappeared before.

Lu Li walked very quickly this time. Wang Yi was a martial artist in the martial arts world, so he could naturally keep up with a weak woman like Lu Li when walking. The two of them quickly walked on a small road in front of Xishan Village, which was not far from Xishan Village. From here, they looked over from the distance. The big willow tree at the entrance of Xishan Village at the moment.

Lu Li raised his head, looked at the moon that was about to disappear, sighed slightly, turned around, and said to Wang Yi: "Thank you, Mr. Today."

Wang Yi smiled and touched his nose, "It's a bit wrong to call him young master now."

Lu Li smiled slightly and ignored Wang Yi, "Daoqing will be buried in three days. If the young master is willing, he will sing a stick of incense for Daoqing and give him a ride. Never miss the matter what the master has assigned to him in a few days."

Wang Yi looked at the woman in front of him with some distress. Even if he encountered a huge change, he would not forget to miss others.

Wang Yi was silent for a moment, thinking about saying something, and persuaded Lu Li. Seeing that Wang Yi was not speaking, Lu Li said lightly: "The mourning hall is in the Beim League in Xishan. It is not allowed to enter outsiders there on weekdays. If the young master wants to go, I will let Xiaomei take you there."

Wang Yi nodded and looked at Lu Li, "If Miss Lu wants to take revenge, Wang Yi can help you."

Lu Li nodded slightly, did not say much, nor did he accept Wang Yi's help, but he did not refuse.

After giving a gift, Lu Li walked forward alone. Wang Yi did not chase him. Now the sun was about to rise. Many villagers in Xishan Village have woken up and walked on the road to go to the fields to see when they could plant seeds. If someone found out that Lu Li and Wang Yi returned to Xishan Village together in the morning, it would be bad after all, especially Wang Daoqing had just died.

Sitting under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village for a while, Wang Yi calculated the time, got up and patted his butt, and started returning to the yard.

He reached out and pushed open the gate of the yard. Xiaomei was the only one in the yard. She kept picking the medicinal materials in front of the medicine shelf. It seemed that Lu Li was going to rest.

Wang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Lu Li finally went to rest. After being very happy and sad, he felt the most sad.

Xiaomei looked very good, but the sorrow between her eyebrows could not be concealed. Originally, Wang Yi and Xiaomei didn't meet much. On weekdays, Xiaomei was busy in the North League. When Lu Li was resting, she treated everyone in the North League.

When Wang Daoqing's death came, the whole yard was full of life, as if it was dusk.

When Wang Yi entered the door, Xiaomei looked up and said hello to Wang Yi, but said nothing, but lowered her head to do things. Wang Yi glanced at Xiaomei and walked straight into his room.

Liangzhou, Liangwang Mansion.

In the early morning, a team of people quietly drove from the palace and headed south.

A king-shaped flag stands in front of the team. According to the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty, only when the vassal king or emperor travels will there be such a scene.

The team of people walked unhappily, as if they were traveling around the mountains and rivers, slowly and slowly. After a morning, they only walked twenty miles away.

In the middle of the pair of people, there was a carriage that looked ordinary. Around the carriage, there was an old man riding a tall horse and leisurely following the team.

The python robe on the old man fell in Yan Zhiwei's eyes, which was so familiar.

"Old man Yan, what are you looking at? Isn't you reluctant to let go of the scenery of Liangzhou in my king?"

Yan Zhiwei, who was sitting in the carriage, smiled, "It was actually some yellow sand and stones. What can I have to remember?"

The old man was hurt by Yan Zhiwei's words, and he was a little dissatisfied. He spat, "Then you are still staying in my palace for a long time, and you won't even leave."

Yan Zhiwei's face did not blush, his heart was not beating, and he said slowly: "That's because I have nothing to do."

The old man doesn’t care about these things. You say that Liangzhou is not good, this is in my face!

"Tsk, Old Man Yan, just say that you're good at taking a fancy to my drink, and it's not embarrassing."

After saying that, the old man took a wine pot from a guard and threw it to Yan Zhiwei on the carriage. The man driving the carriage was wearing a white robe, looking at the wine pot thrown by his adoptive father, instead of Yan Zhiwei, reached out to take the wine pot, and then gave it to Yan Zhiwei with both hands.

Yan Zhiwei was a little surprised by Zhao An's treatment, but he still took the wine pot, opened the lid, took a deep breath, and a fragrance spread out.

Zhao An turned around, smiled slightly at his adoptive father, and continued driving the carriage.

The old man took out another wine pot from the horse he was riding and started drinking it. "Old man Yan, why don't you stay in my Liangzhou for a few more days? A few days ago, you won my chess game a few days ago. I have a way to crack it recently."

How many more days should I stay? Yan Zhiwei knew in his heart that King Liang's euphemism was nothing more than knowing that he had returned to Chang'an City for a lifetime and wanted to live longer under his protection.

Yan Zhiwei hummed twice, raised the wine pot in his hand high, and the spicy wine entered his throat, causing Yan Zhiwei to cough.

"Ahem. Just your bad chess chess, what can you think? I don't want you to regret chess anymore."

The old man heard Yan Zhiwei rejected him, waved his hand and the moving team stopped.

The scouts came first and explored the way first. The guards around them all stood off their horses and were alert to the surroundings.

The old man on the tall horse held a wine pot in his hand, got off the horse in one step and came to the horse

Here, he waved his hand to Zhao An who was already standing under the carriage.

The white-clothed military god, who was well-known among the Liangzhou army, bent down to salute his adopted father, then bid farewell to Yan Zhiwei and left directly.

The old man sat directly on the carriage, raised his right foot and put his right hand on his right foot. "Old man Yan, you can't live without death."

Yan Zhiwei, who was sitting in the carriage, was rarely silent and did not speak.

The old man continued, "I know that I will die after leaving Liangzhou, but I still have to go back? Not to mention those who want to kill you in the dark, just say what you brought back. If it weren't what His Majesty, our emperor, wanted, what would you do?"

"Does this king want you to build a ancestral hall in Liangzhou? Then he will visit you to the grave every Qingming Festival?"

Yan Zhiwei smiled slightly, put down the wine pot in his hand, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the old man sitting in the carriage, "Old Wang, how long have we known each other?"

"What, I'm so confused? Then you miscalculated, I'll think about it."

The old man pinched his fingers between his eyebrows and pretended to think, "I have remembered it for almost sixty years."

"Yes, it's been sixty years." Yan Zhiwei said in a loss, "I think some old friends can't see them."

The old man's nostrils were facing the sky, "No, I always feel that it's meaningless in that Chang'an City. If it weren't for you old friends, I wouldn't even invite me to go."

"Old Wang, your temper needs to be changed."

"I can't change it. I have lived for more than 60 years and have been like this."

As the old man was drinking, he suddenly found that the wine in the wine pot was not flowing out much, so he raised the wine pot in his hand and found that it turned out that the wine in the wine pot was gone.

"No matter what, Old Man Yan, I will thank you."

Yan Zhiwei put the remaining wine pot aside, leaned against the carriage, and asked, "What are you grateful for?"

The old man was silent for a while and said softly: "Thank you for helping Liangzhou once."

Yan Zhiwei originally thought that the old man was going to say something, but it turned out that it was just because of this.

"I'm just telling the truth. I'm thankful for it. I'm old friends. It's better to give me more drinks when I leave and let me take it away."

The old man sighed slightly, "Now there are not many people like you."

Neither of them spoke, and there was silence in the carriage.

After getting off the carriage, Zhao An found his weapon, held it in his hand, stared at it all the time, and kept his vigilance at all times.

After a long silence, Yan Zhiwei took the lead in speaking, "According to the Confucian etiquette, civil servants need to wear red robes from first to fourth ranks, but the embroidery patterns are different. First-grade crane, second-grade brocade pheasant, third-grade peacock, fourth-grade embroidered clouds."

"I have been wearing a pheasant for decades. Tell me if I will give me a crane to wear this time."

The old man put his hands behind his head and leaned on the carriage. "If you are willing to write all the thoughts of the guy on the dragon throne on the memorial, then let alone the crane, I believe he will not be stingy even with Wen Zheng's posthumous title."

Yan Zhiwei smiled, smiling casually, "It seems that I can't get these things, and maybe I will get a bad posthumous title in the end."

The old man looked at the sky and murmured: "It's not worth it, it's not worth it."
Chapter completed!