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Time passed quickly, and two days passed in a blink of an eye. Yan Yueqing was going to take a carriage to Beigu Pavilion early today. After the news of General Ziqi's death spread to the capital, the bustling and noisy city gradually became quiet, even at night. There is a little less singing, and the faces of passers-by on the road are also covered with an indelible sadness.

Yan Yueqing opened the curtain of the carriage. It was early in the summer, and there were not many people on the road at this moment. The news of Shen Lichen's expedition had already spread in the capital, but not many people came to see him off, "Yueqing, do you want to help me in a while?" The fourth prince handed over the wine?"

Yan Yueqing immediately put down the curtain when he heard Yan Wenbai's words, then smiled and said, "No need, it's better for you to go, father." Yan Wenbai nodded, but was somewhat puzzled, so Yan Yueqing hastily explained, "I and the fourth prince After making an appointment, he will go to the sideline, and I will do my own thing in the court, and try to give him a drink when he triumphs."

Yan Wenbai's eyes were full of admiration, "That's fine."

It didn't take long for them to arrive at Beigu Pavilion. When they got off the carriage, they realized that they were the first to arrive at Beigu Pavilion. Yan Yueqing and Yan Wenbai looked at each other and smiled. They were indeed early.

Before entering the pavilion to wait for someone, there was a sound of horseshoes from behind, Yan Yueqing's heart jumped suddenly, she turned her head to look, and just saw Shen Lichen on the horseback, he was wearing a black war robe, his face was slightly cold, he was clearly in the In summer, it seems like you just walked out of the snowstorm, but after seeing Yan Yueqing, the ice and snow gradually melted.

There was an obvious smile in his eyes.

Gradually, there were more and more people, and some ministers from the imperial court also came, which made Bei Guting more popular. Yan Wenbai took out the war wine and sent it out in front of everyone. Shen Lichen took the wine glass with both hands, and took a sip. drink.

"I wish the fourth prince a safe journey, I am waiting for the fourth prince's safe return." Yan Wenbai's gentle voice sounded, and then the people who came to see him off said together: "I wish the fourth prince a safe journey, and I look forward to the fourth prince's safe return."

Yan Yueqing was also among these courtiers. He saw Shen Lichen's gaze and repeated this sentence over and over again. Suddenly he seemed to understand why Shen Lichen wanted to look at him in the last life. It was a lone wolf who went to a distant place to face him. Fortunately, he can understand the last look of the beloved.

"Fourth prince, you must come back safely." Yan Yueqing shouted loudly, watching Shen Lichen ride on the strong horse and was about to leave with his own eyes. Hearing what Yan Yueqing said, Shen Lichen didn't immediately ride the horse and galloped out. With a sideways smile, he drew out a black dagger ,"wait me back."

The surrounding ministers looked surprised, because they knew that the relationship between Yan Yueqing and Shen Lichen had always been very good. After Shen Lichen finished speaking, he flew away with a group of cavalry like a gust of wind. Yan Yueqing remembered that he personally gave Shen Lichen the dagger. Cut iron like mud, in order to protect him on the battlefield.

The corner of Yan Yueqing's mouth raised, and he calmed down. The most important thing for him to stay in the capital is to ensure that Shen Lichen's army has no worries.

He will no longer let Shen Lichen's army have no food or grass like in the previous life, dragging out a battle that will end soon for two years, and his fourth prince has become a big tree that can protect people from wind and rain. tree, and he, Yan Yueqing, is definitely not just hiding behind this tree to seek protection.

He wants to stand side by side with Shen Lichen and protect each other.

After returning to the mansion for a few days, Su Wanzhou was very worried about Yan Yueqing, fearing that he would be depressed because of Shen Lichen's sudden departure, but Yan Yueqing was indeed her child, she should eat and drink, went to bed earlier than her every day, and went to court on time , to help Yan Wenbai handle some political affairs in the court, well organized and handy, not like a child of this age.

It took several days for Su Wanzhou to let go of her hanging heart. Naturally, Yan Yueqing knew what his aunt was thinking and didn't expose it. It was just that after her busy schedule, she would spend more time with her to make up for the shortcomings of the previous life.

The day of General Qi’s burial will come soon, because there is no corpse, only a clothes tomb can be made. The emperor Shen Yizhang personally mentioned his tombstone, and he was given the posthumous title of "General Zhongwu". For three days, all kinds of restaurants and teahouses were closed to express their condolences.

Yan Yueqing changed into white and blended in with the pedestrians on the street. From a distance, he saw Qiran walking at the front of the funeral team holding a prayer tablet. He could see that Qiran was hit hard. In a short period of time, he was covered with unresolved grief, but anyone who knew or understood him understood.

That reckless young man will never come back again, Yan Yueqing never really hated Qiran, more probably just sympathy,

The people in the capital stood on both sides of the road silently seeing General Qi off, and some excited people even burst into tears in the street. Yan Yueqing felt the heavy atmosphere around him, and he was almost out of breath. He didn't know who threw it in the crowd A stone was thrown out to disturb the peaceful farewell. The stone hit Qiran's forehead impartially, and the blood slid down his cheek instantly.

But Qiran remained indifferent, and continued to move forward amidst the wailing of the band holding the tablet, so more and more stones and other sundries were thrown one after another. He said: "Respectfully send off General Zhongwu."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the crowd gradually became silent. Qi Ran followed the voice and found Yan Yueqing in the crowd. Yan Yueqing's eyes were slightly red, and he shouted again, "Respectfully send off General Zhongwu." Pray for the day of his burial, and they almost ruined his funeral, so that he can't rest in peace.

General Qi would be heartbroken if he saw such a scene. After all, Qi Ran was his only child, who had been protected and loved since he was a child.

"Congratulations to General Zhongwu."

"Congratulations to General Zhongwu."

The common people regained their senses, Qi Mu’s death had nothing to do with Qi Ran, they shouldn’t be like this, so the funeral procession continued to set off, and the two groups of people shouted over and over again, the dead are gone, the living are the most painful .

Yan Yueqing didn't find Shen Wenxuan's figure in the crowd, or he was watching everything with a cold eye somewhere, he had only used Qiran before, but now that Qimu was dead, Qiran, a playboy who didn't want to make progress, was useless, Of course he won't be in muddy water.

Grief is only temporary, and time is the best medicine to heal all pain. Many people think so, but Yan Yueqing thinks it is not the case. Time will only make people who don't care go away, and people who care will care more and be more unforgettable.

In the days without Shen Lichen, Yan Yueqing still often went to the tavern on the outskirts of the capital to find Huan Lan for a drink and listen to him tell some interesting stories. Recently, Huan Lan received a letter, but the letter was not signed, it just read, "I'm doing well, I don't need to think about it anymore, let's go our separate ways."

Yan Yueqing didn't need to think about who wrote it. He looked at Huan Lan and laughed mockingly. Then he burned the letter with "unknown origin". Huan Lan's determination to completely abandon the past.

Yan Yueqing drank green plum wine and lay down on the bamboo window. It hadn't been long, but his thoughts couldn't be stopped like a flood. Is his fourth prince on the battlefield at this moment, using a sharp blade to kill those vicious people? What about the barbarians?

The author has something to say: Last night I dreamed that after the novel was finished, some friends gave the author a negative score. It was so scary.

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