Golden Age Legitimate Fei

Mo xiuyao turned and asked, "where is it?"

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment and said, "the Duke of China is in the south of the city. I\'m afraid he is seriously injured..." People are all a heavy heart, naturally understand the bodyguard only afraid of what the back means. Mo xiuyao was silent for a moment and said, "I will go and have a look. General Lu, this is for you. " Lu Songxian did not say much and nodded his head in silence.

The Duke of China was in an alley in the south of the city. When the soldiers of the Mohist army found him, he was seriously injured and could not move. Nearby lie the corpses of soldiers from Beijing and Dachu. The Duke of the state of China was hit by a sword, but the body of the sword has not been pulled out. Sitting alone on a stone pier not far from the entrance of the lane. The winter night in Chujing is not much warmer than that in the northwest, but the Duke of China is already over 70 and nearly 80 years old. Under such serious injury, his face had turned blue.

"Old Duke!" Mo xiuyao stepped forward to hold the Duke of China. Glancing at the military doctor in front of him, he asked, "what\'s the matter? Why don\'t you treat the injury for the Duke?"

The Duke of China raised his hand to stop Mo xiuyao, shook his head and said, "no, I know my injury. No way... "

Mo xiuyao lowered his head and examined his sword wound. His face was heavy. The injury of the Duke of China is at the heart. If he is a young man, he may still have three hopes. However, if he draws his sword, he will not be able to do it on the spot. Closed his eyes, Mo xiuyao said in a low voice, "old Duke, we are late."

The Duke of China shook his head, took a look at Mo xiuyao and said with a smile: "I know it\'s not easy for you. Be able to They arrived in time and didn\'t let Chujing fall into the hands of the northern frontier people Good... "

Mo xiuyao lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment. He put his hand on the shoulder of the Duke of China and put in his true Qi to continue his life. He said, "go to the people of the Hua family." The bodyguard next to him said, "it has already gone. If the Chinese family are OK, they will come soon."

Hearing Mo xiuyao\'s words, the Duke of the state of China showed a smile on his lips and asked in a low voice, "how are they Tianxiang?"

Mo xiuyao replied in a deep voice: "they are very good. Tianxiang has ordered for several months to facilitate the marriage of Qingfeng. Qingfeng, come here

Xu Qingfeng quickly came forward and said respectfully, "old Duke..." The Duke of China looked up at him with some difficulty and said with a smile, "the children of the Xu family All good kids. Good. I can\'t see you getting married. Treat Tianxiang well in the future. " Xu Qingfeng couldn\'t help but blush and nodded: "yes, old Duke Grandfather... "

"Good boy..."

Outside the lane came a messy footstep sound, a young man rushed towards this side, "grandfather! Grandfather... "

The Duke of China raised his head and looked at him. A little relief flashed through his eyes, and finally he closed his eyes slowly.

"Grandfather?" When the youth arrived, he saw the Duke of China close his eyes with a smile. He could not help but kneel down in front of him and burst into tears. Beside him, a trace of gloom flashed over his eyes and slowly took back his hand on the shoulder of the Duke of China. He said in a deep voice, "the Duke of the state of China served his country with his life and died in a fierce battle. He was ordered to go down and be buried in the manner of a king and a posthumous title of "loyal marquis."

"Yes, I do."

In many places in the capital, the same sad scene is played. Countless people died in this war. There are not only Chu Jing garrison, but also heiyunqi and Mohist soldiers. There are not only ordinary soldiers, but also many senior generals. In another place, Leng Haoyu held up his seriously injured body and looked at the man lying on the ground in front of him. In his eyes, there was more complicated meaning that no one could understand. Leng Huai kneels on the ground, holding his eldest son\'s already cold body in his arms. When they found Leng Qingyu, he was already dead. He was hit by an arrow in the chest. The man, who was always cold and proud, was always unwilling to admit that his younger brother was better than himself. Finally, the silent war broke out in the streets of Chujing, leaving no words.

Leng Huai hugged his son\'s cold body with tears in his arms. In any case, this was his favorite son who had placed the most hope on him. The pain of losing a son is more painful than letting himself die.

Leng Haoyu went forward in silence, squatted beside lenghuai and said in a low voice: "father, take elder brother back first." In the end, Leng Haoyu, who is equally proud, finally admits that this man is his elder brother.

Leng Huai looked back at Leng Haoyu. His eyes fell on the wound on his chest and asked, "how is the injury?"

Leng Haoyu said: "skin trauma, father, let\'s go back."

Leng Huai nodded, some of the effort to hold Leng Qingyu, with Leng Haoyu to the direction of the cold house.

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