The package is nothing else, but a blood book written on a piece of clothes.

Although this word is written in blood, Maodun recognized at a glance that the word was written by someone he was dreaming about. The past events and past love suddenly surged into his heart. A very familiar beautiful figure appeared in his eyes, as if he was smiling at him and telling him.

This woman is nothing else, she is a woman from Handan that Maodun met in the Central Plains in the past.

At that time, Maodun's pseudonym was Zhao Jin. He visited the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains and came to Handan to meet this beautiful and virtuous woman. He was suddenly moved by her beauty and noble temperament and fell in love.

People like Maodun are naturally outstanding. Although they are Hu people, after being tempered in the Central Plains, they have a very understanding of Chinese civilization. In today's terms, they are "Chinese masters". They are generous and talented, and can be very charming for women.

After several contacts with this woman, the woman was deeply attracted to him, so she agreed with her heart.

The two lived together very sweetly, and they were a kind of fairy-like life.

Maodun often had a thought in his mind that if he could forget his identity as the prince of the Huns, he would rather stay with this woman for life, including national affairs and national justice.

In fact, Maodun was no different from ordinary people in terms of emotions when he was young. He should be said to be more persistent than ordinary people. He was kind to this woman, cared for her wholeheartedly, and fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband.

In life, eight out of ten people are unsatisfied. Maodun, who is immersed in love, is really about to dissolve into Chinese society and become a member of China. If the Shanyu at that time had not sent someone to find him and wanted him to return to the prairie, he might be a real Chinese now.

Before leaving, Maodun confessed to the woman that he was the prince of the Huns. At that time, the Chinese and foreigners were very cautious.

Marrying a Hun is something that is unexpected and shameful. According to Maodun's understanding, this woman will definitely be ashamed of being ashamed.

However, the factual development was far from what he could imagine. The woman did not have these ideas, but was very happy. She was not happy that she had climbed to the top and had no worries about food and clothing from now on.

I can't enjoy the glory and wealth, but I am glad that a Hun prince can actually be the same as what the Chinese say and do. If he hadn't said it himself, he would have never imagined it.

Maodun is a very strategic, visionary and broad-minded person. He is a rare minority leader in Chinese history. He is born with the charm of inverting all living beings. It is normal for this woman to have no such prejudice.

Maodun was originally ready to endure the storm. Unexpectedly, his beloved wife was so reasonable and persuaded him to return to the prairie to do what a prince should do, but to do what a prince should do.

This understanding and support was unforgettable for Maodun at that time. He would never forget that scene in his life and would always remember it after returning to the grassland.

Taking his beloved wife back to the prairie was the ideal choice, and Maodun wanted to do so. But he considered that his father was very bad to him, so he actually called him back this time to put him in Yuezhi and wanted to get rid of him by Yuezhi's hand.

He didn't want to implicate his beloved wife, so he told his beloved wife that it was normal for his wife to understand her husband, not to mention that a woman who is so well-educated and deeply loved Maodun would naturally obey his arrangements.

Maodun gave her some money as living expenses. He settled her down and then returned to the prairie.

Maodun never expected that he would embark on a path that he could not imagine. Not only did he have to kill his father with his own hands and establish himself as the Chanyu. In order to survive in the Huns, he endured humiliation and endured the incomprehension and scolding of his tribe members.

After some hardships, Donghu finally defeated. He was proud.

Over the years, Maodun sent someone to Handan to search for his beloved wife, but there was no trace of the story. There was no news at all.

When you first see a woman whom you are thinking about day and night, any man will be excited, not to mention that Maodun is a real man who dares to act. Naturally, his mind is in a state of turmoil and shed tears.

In the eyes of the Huns, Shura and the others, Maodun is a true hero who can shed blood and never shed tears. Unexpectedly, she started crying in front of so many people. Her surprise was far beyond the description of her pen and ink. She opened her mouth wide and didn't even know how to say anything.

Fusu took out the white silk hand and handed it to Maodun. Maodun took it and wiped his tears, saying, "Thank you!" After pausing, he asked, "Is she okay? Why didn't she hide from me? I sent someone to find her, but I couldn't find it."

Fusu also had a first taste of the love between men and women, and had a deep understanding of Maodun's mood. He comforted him: "Don't worry, Da Shanyu, aunt did not change her mind, she kept her promise.

She said that she was born as a great Shanyu, and died as the soul of the great Shanyu. She fulfilled her promise with her life."

There was something in his words, Mao Dun felt something was wrong, and his hands and feet couldn't help but feel a little cold, and asked hurriedly: "Will she be..." Fusu nodded silently and said: "Auntie, she left, quietly."

Since the aunt separated from the Great Shanyu, she has been living in Handan. After the Great Qin destroyed the Zhao State, the aunt not only missed the Great Shanyu, everything was fine, and she also gave birth to a little prince for the Great Shanyu."

Maodun was so happy that he almost jumped up. He asked a series of questions and said, "Do I have a son? Do I look like me or Ajing?"

Fusu remained silent, grabbed Fusu passionately, shook Fusu and urged: "Tell me quickly, tell me quickly."

"The Great Shanyu please feel sorry for me." Fusu said slowly: "The little prince was very cute after he was born. According to his aunt, his face looked like an aunt and his temperament was like a Great Shanyu."

Maodun's eyes widened and asked, "You mean that your son is he..." Fusu nodded and said, "When the little prince was three years old, he suffered from smallpox and died of death.

Since then, my aunt missed the little prince and finally became ill and died a year ago."

After a long time, Maodun howled: "Ajing! My son!" His eyes turned black, his legs became weak, and he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, covering his face with his hands, and was in pain.

Having a son is a great joy, losing a son is a great sorrow, and losing a wife can be heartbroken. Any man with flesh and blood, affection and righteousness will collapse when he feels like this.

Although Maodun is a Hu person, he is like a normal person, with affection, righteousness, flesh and blood, joy and sorrow. Such performance is enough to move the world.

Fusu patted his back on the black-toned ground and said, "By chance, my father heard about this, he sent someone to take his aunt to Xianyang for a short stay. Unfortunately, the day is not over, and the aunt did not wait for the day to meet the Great Shanyu again."
Chapter completed!