The concubine's concubine smiled charmingly, and the villain king would not hesitate to tease h

Wen Xun'er shook his head.

She couldn't tell Wen Jia about wearing a book at all, that she influenced everyone's ending, including Wen Ruhai!

If she had not given such an ending to the Wen family back then, perhaps Wen Ruhai would not have died, Wan Yin would not have found Wen Ruhai, and the most feared thing was that Wen Ruhai was not alone, Wen Jia and Wen Shu might not be able to escape Such a fate!

At this moment, she was completely flustered and hugged Wen Jia tightly: "Brother, brother..."

"Sister!" Wen Shu cried on the side until his eyes were swollen. During this period of time, he was completely collapsed by the sudden blow. Sister was taken away by the bad guys, and his father suddenly disappeared. For him who grew up, it was undoubtedly fatal. When he thought of the words that his father had taught him in his ears after he came to the military camp, at this moment, he regretted it so much.

He should have listened to his father well at the beginning, otherwise, his father would not have died without seeing the day when he was sensible.

Wen Jia stretched out his hand and hugged Wen Shu into his arms. He hugged the siblings and lowered their heads, trembling slightly.

At the entrance of the tent, Qiuyue cried until she saw someone approaching, she subconsciously wiped away her tears and gathered all her energy, but when she saw that it was Liang Zhiwei, she twitched the corner of her mouth and turned her head away.

Liang Zhiwei looked into the tent, the three of them hugged into a ball, and only one of them was left with his back straight.

Wen Jia looked in the direction of the coffin and patted Wen Xun'er and Wen Shu on the shoulders: "Let's build the coffin."

The three brothers and sisters got up and supported the coffin. Wen Jia stood at the last point and pushed the lid up. At the moment when Wen Ruhai's face was completely covered by the pitch-black coffin, a tragic mourning drum suddenly sounded outside the tent. Wen Jia Looking up, I saw a group of trusted subordinates who used to be as warm as Hai standing outside the camp at some point, they all knelt down and shouted loudly: "Send the general!"

White paper money floated across the sky, and the mournful drumbeat shook the heavens. Wen Jia helped Wen Xun'er up: "I'll take you back!"

Her original tent was not far from Wen Ruhai's tent, Wen Jia sent her into the tent and someone brought in the boiled medicine.

"Miss Wen, my condolences, it's more important to take care of your health now, drink some medicine!"

Wen Xun'er looked up at Liang Zhiwei, but didn't move.

Wen Jia comforted: "You are a man with a body now, you have to take care of your children regardless of yourself, don't you?"

Wen Xun'er was silent for a moment, then reached out to Liang Zhiwei.

A bowl of dark and thick medicinal soup quickly bottomed out. As soon as Liang Zhiwei took the bowl away, Wen Jia took out an oiled paper bag from her arms, put a candied fruit into her mouth, and pressed the remaining oiled paper bag into her mouth. Her palm: "I know you are afraid of suffering, so I went to the market to buy it for you when I came back."

The sweet taste engulfed Bei Bui, and Wen Xun'er's eyes became hot again: "Brother..."

"Okay! Don't cry anymore, it's not good for your health!" Wen Jia rubbed her head, and looked at Liang Zhiwei in front of her, "Xun'er's body is tired!"

"The general speaks seriously!" Liang Zhiwei bowed slightly, "This is the duty of a doctor!"

Before leaving, Wen Jia took out a letter from her bosom and put it in Wen Xun'er's hand: "Take good care of your body, there are still many things waiting for you!"

There was no handwriting on the envelope, and Wen Xun'er didn't know what it was. When she opened the letter and saw the word "Xun'er" on the top, the dampness she had just forced back gushed out again.

It was Wen Ruhai's letter to her!