The eldest lady is reborn, get out of the way!

Jiang Zhiyue obviously didn't expect to hear such an answer.

She bit her lip, her face wrinkled, and her tone became impolite: "How much have you heard!"

Lu Qingxiao saw that the little girl was pretending to be fierce but was actually not intimidating at all, and her fangs and claws were bared like a toothless tiger cub.

"How much do you think I heard?" Lu Qingxiao looked back with an indifferent expression.

Jiang Zhiyue was furious. This man was so rude. Not only was he a thief, but he was also so arrogant.

She glanced at Shen Mo, but Shen Mo couldn't beat this guy...

"You are not allowed to tell anyone!" Jiang Zhiyue glared at him fiercely, "Otherwise, otherwise..."

"I didn't hear it." Lu Qingxiao walked around her and uttered three words with a smile.

Jiang Zhiyue paused again, her face still showing a hint of anger.

She just felt that this man looked like a majestic major general, but in fact he liked to play tricks on people.

Lu Qingxiao was afraid that if he continued teasing, the girl would cry, so he was about to leave.

Suddenly there was a loud thunder, followed by a huge roar of thunder, and then a heavy rain poured down.

The heavy rain blocked Lu Qingxiao's way, and Jiang Zhiyue was forced to be trapped in the Changsheng Palace.

It’s raining so hard that we can’t leave.

Jiang Zhiyue's gaze fell on the eternal lamp that Lu Qingxiao had just lit. There was only a simple name on it, and his identity was unknown.

The lamp oil is full and the name has been repainted in gold, and you can tell at a glance that it is fresh.

When Lu Qingxiao turned around, he saw Miss Jiao's eyes fixed on Cen Mo's eternal lamp, with curiosity revealed in them.

Looking back later, Lu Qingxiao didn't know what he was thinking at the time. He actually took the initiative to step forward and talk about Cen Mo's identity.

"He was my deputy general, older than me, and died in the battle with the Quanrong. That was his eighth year in the army, and he died at the age of twenty."

Jiang Zhiyue suddenly looked at Lu Qingxiao. The battle with the Quanrong was the battle that made Lu Qingxiao famous when he was twelve years old.

She quickly shifted her gaze to Cen Mo's eternal lamp and took a stick of incense to offer it.

Lu Qingxiao looked at her actions and actually smiled slightly.

There was a hint of bitterness in that smile, which was fleeting and almost made Jiang Zhiyue think it was her illusion.

"The friendship between the major general and his comrades is touching."

Jiang Zhiyue admires the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for their country. Speaking of which, she also admires the major general in front of her.

Looking back at history, there is only Guan Jun Hou who can beat Lu Qingxiao, a genius who was promoted to general at a young age. No one in the world can match him.

Lu Qingxiao seemed to chuckle, then he lifted his robe and sat on the cushion, just at the same height as Cen Mo's eternal lamp.

"He is a very joking person. I followed the general and he took the initiative to ask to be my deputy general."

Jiang Zhiyue listened silently. At this moment, she seemed to be able to feel Lu Qingxiao’s...pain.

"He said that he received a letter from home and was engaged to a girl he had grown up with. He was just waiting to win this battle so he could go back and get married. He would have eight or ten big fat boys, and there would be many children and grandchildren."

"He kept repeating these words over and over again until my ears were callused. He always smiled and asked me if I wanted to go to his wedding banquet."

Having said that, Lu Qingxiao took out a small jar of wine from his arms, pulled out the cork, and placed it in front of Cen Mo's eternal lamp.

Jiang Zhiyue looked at him silently, then looked at the eternal lamp that had just been painted with gold.

Lu Qingxiao didn't tell anyone about what happened next, but Jiang Zhiyue knew about it.

The wedding banquet did not take place, and the young man who was determined to serve his country finally returned home wrapped in his horse's hide.

A pair of lovers were separated by life and death, and his childhood sweetheart never lived to see him come back and marry her.

Lu Qingxiao looked at the quiet little girl in front of him and asked, "Are you scared?"

Jiang Zhiyue shook his head. What was there to fear about the soul of a hero?

Lu Qingxiao tilted his head again and looked at the heavy rain outside the Changsheng Palace: "Zhang He and I sent his body back to his hometown. The rain that day was as heavy as it is today."

When he was young, Lu Qingxiao had thought that after his triumphant return, he would prepare a grand gift for Brother Cen, and when he had children, he would also make a pure gold longevity lock for his nephew.

But at that time, although Lu Qingxiao defeated the Quanrong, he could not save the fallen soldiers.

There is also Cen Mo who treats him like his own brother.

Lu Qingxiao will probably never forget the look of Cen Mo before his death. His armor was torn, and two scimitars of the Quanrong were stabbed into his waist and abdomen. There was no chance of survival.

When Lu Qingxiao arrived, Cen Mo was only breathing his last breath. He looked towards the direction of his hometown with longing in his eyes.

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out. He used up all his remaining strength but could only say the words "go home" and "Sanniang".

Jiang Zhiyue sighed softly. Since ancient times, only the common people have suffered from wars.

"Young General, you are so loyal and righteous. If General Cen finds out, he will definitely..."

"No need." Lu Qingxiao interrupted her and looked into her eyes steadily: "No need to say this."

"I'm not saying this to hear you flatter me." Lu Qingxiao looked at her, "I just have nothing to do."

Jiang Zhiyue raised her eyes to meet his gaze, "It's not flattery."

Lu Qingxiao looked at her without saying anything.

Jiang Zhiyue said: "It's a good thing to hold on to the past. The living should move forward. General Cen must hope that you, Major General, can live to the fullest."

"Live...enough?"

Lu Qingxiao repeated these words for a long time, and then he suddenly laughed: "This is novel."

Jiang Zhiyue said nothing, and took a stick of incense and gave it to him: "Since you are here, you can't just add oil to the lamp without burning incense."

The oil in Cen Mo's eternal lamp was full, but the incense burner in front only contained the incense that Jiang Zhiyue had just offered.

Lu Qingxiao stood up and took it, then lit a stick of incense for Cen Mo in a proper manner.

Jiang Zhiyue watched him from the side and felt that this man was truly gifted.

Not only does he have an extraordinary talent for marching and deploying troops, his appearance and temperament are also extremely outstanding.

Different from those gentle and soft-spoken noblemen in the capital, Lu Qingxiao has the solemn and murderous aura of a soldier, and is aloof and indifferent.

It is also particularly attractive.

The rainstorm retreated, and in an instant bright sunlight came out again.

Jiang Zhiyue walked out of the Changsheng Palace first and saw a flying rainbow hanging outside the mountain, which was simply beautiful.

"The rainbow after the rain is so beautiful."

Jiang Zhiyue murmured softly.

Lu Qingxiao took the wine jar away, and then he was half a step behind her.

Walking out of the hall and following her gaze, I saw a bright and brilliant rainbow between the mountain and the waterfall opposite the Hall of Eternal Life.

It makes people happy.

Jiang Zhiyue had admired enough and wanted to turn around to let Lu Qingxiao take a look, but she found that there was nothing behind her.

"Where...is he?" Jiang Zhiyue was stunned. Could it be that he had climbed onto the roof beam again?

Shen Mo: "The young general just left."

"Let's go, forget it then."

Jiang Zhiyue looked at the beautiful scenery of the waterfall and the rainbow for a while, then went to look for his grandmother with brisk steps.

After Jiang Zhiyue and her men left, Lu Qingxiao came out from behind a pillar and looked at her happy back, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shen Mo seemed to have noticed something. When he turned around to check, the corridor was clean and there was no one there.

Jiang Zhiyue saw Shen Mo turning around and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

Shen Mo lowered his head and said, "It's nothing. I think I made a mistake."

Only after Jiang Zhiyue's figure disappeared from the corridor of the Hall of Longevity did Lu Qingxiao leave with the small jar of wine.

This guard is quite alert.