This commander of the bend is not to be broken!

Four months later, Fu Shaorong was hit by a stray bullet on the battlefield and never returned to Qingzhou.

Mrs. Fu sent a telegram to Europe. Fu Shaorong had only one son, and his subordinates were eagerly waiting for Fu Xiaohan to return to the front line to preside over the overall situation.The Fu family also needs an heir to lead Fu Shaorong back to his soul.

Fu Xiaohan held the news sent from his hometown thousands of miles away, his face was very calm, only his right hand was shaking violently.Fu Shaorong, how could he die?Four months ago, he still whipped him so much with pride.

Fu's mansion was already in a gloomy state. The guards at the gate all had hemp belts around their waists, and two white lanterns hung from the corners of the eaves.Fu Xiaohan ran back home alone, after traveling for many days, his whole body was already dirty like a beggar, his hair was disheveled like straw, and his neat suit looked up, only to see that Fu Xiaohan's face was completely devoid of blood, and his lips were frighteningly pale , but his face was very calm, showing no emotion.He pushed open the door, there were lanterns all the way, everyone was dressed in plain white, and the word "Dian" was big in the main hall, lying in a pitch-black coffin, with candles flickering on both sides.

The fifth son stepped forward and knelt down on the ground, saying: "My wife has something to say, I must wait until the young master comes back to preside over the overall situation in person. The young master has to take care of the affairs behind the master." He wiped his tears while talking.Fu Xiaohan didn't speak, but looked at his mother who was guarding beside the coffin.

"Mom, I'm back." Although she only left home for more than four months, it seemed like a lifetime away.At this time, he was standing against the light, under the sunlight, his eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and there was a circle of blue stubble growing around his mouth.

Song Hanzhi helped Mrs. Fu stand up from the futon. Mrs. Fu raised her head, she seemed to be more than ten years old: "Han'er, my Han'er, you are finally back." Mrs. Fu buried herself in Fu Xiaohan's arms, her tears couldn't stop He stayed in the ground and couldn't speak a word.

Fu Xiaohan murmured: "How did he die?" Mrs. Fu wiped away her tears, raised her head from Fu Xiaohan's shoulders, her eyes were full of tears: "Adjutant Deng said that when he was clearing up the battlefield, some soldiers were not completely dead, so he suddenly turned to him A shot was fired in the back, and it turned out...he hit the heart, so he left without saying a word." Fu Xiaohan patted Mrs. Fu on the back, and closed his eyes.

The thick golden nanmu coffin was empty, Fu Shaorong was not welcomed back to Qingzhou, the battlefield was too chaotic, a bomb was dropped, and the whole person was blown to pieces.

Fu Xiaohan held the coffin with his hands, and rubbed the texture of the coffin with his fingertips. The smell of wood came to his nostrils. Inside the coffin was a set of Fu Shaorong's military uniform, dark blue, the same color as the sea.

The concierge trotted in from the outside and said something in Mrs. Fu's ear. Mrs. Fu's expression changed, her face was very ugly, her brows were tightly frowned, and Fu Xiaohan asked, "Mother, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Fu forced a smile and said, "It's just that someone who doesn't know what to do is making trouble outside the door."

Fu Xiaohan turned his head and said to the concierge: "In this case, just drive them out, why should mother get angry."

The concierge glanced at Fu Xiaohan and backed out.

Mrs. Fu held his hand and sighed: "Han'er, mother only has you. From now on, the Fu family will rely entirely on you. The Fu family is full of loyalty, and none of them will die on the battlefield. Your father Brothers are pointing at you too."

Fu Xiaohan nodded solemnly, and then ordered the fifth son to call the whole house to discuss the funeral.Adjutant Deng has returned from the front line, and has been living in Fu's mansion these days. Seeing Fu Xiaohan's deeds these days, he is also very amazed. A young man can manage to face major events without fear, which is quite like Fu Shaorong's demeanor. .Therefore, he admired him very much, and made up his mind to assist this major general in doing great things to fulfill Fu Shaorong's will.

According to Qingzhou customs, the family members of the deceased should invite the three-day running water mat, and kneel in the mourning hall to return the gift to the relatives and friends who came to express their condolences. However, Fu Xiaohan has always been familiar with military affairs, and the army going north cannot be withdrawn. Rong continued to fight northward.

After hearing this, Mrs. Fu knelt down in front of Fu Xiaohan without saying a word, and refused to get up no matter what.

"Han'er, the incense of the Fu family can't be broken. If you want to leave, you can. You have to marry Hanzhi." Mrs. Fu was always gentle, but this time she was very firm, no matter what Fu Xiaohan said, she would not let go.

"mother--"

"Han'er", Mrs. Fu suddenly looked at him with a very gentle look.She stretched out her hand to touch his hair, he had grown taller, and the child always grew up quietly when the mother didn't notice, especially when he was away from her for so long.Fu Xiaohan lowered his head, Mrs. Fu's voice began to tremble: "You will understand me."

Fu Xiaohan felt something was weird, but he couldn't tell.

Mrs. Fu babbled a lot of words: "I know you like that actor, heh" She stopped suddenly, looked into the distance, her eyes were loose, as if she saw something: "Who hasn't been young and frivolous yet. Shao When Rong was young, she liked an actress who looked very similar to Cheng Yuchun. When I saw Cheng Yuchun for the first time, I thought she had come back from the dead. How ridiculous. You, Fu Shaorong, you guys I think I am too affectionate, but who is not? I have stayed with Fu Shaorong for 20 years and loved him for so many years, but in the end, I am not as good as an actor. I love him, and I hate him, let alone Cheng Yuchun It's a man, even if he is a woman, he is not worthy to enter my Fu family's door with his status! Do you remember what I said?"

Fu Xiaohan lowered his head, his eyes darkened: "He doesn't like me, mother can rest assured."

Mrs. Fu's eyes were loving, and she suddenly laughed: "Then, I'm relieved."

When Adjutant Deng came to ask Fu Xiaohan to handle the official documents, the mother and son did not continue talking.

After Fu Xiaohan left, Mrs. Fu took out a white powder bag from the interlayer of the vanity box, ordered Qiu Ju to bring some wine, poured all the contents of the powder bag into a white porcelain flagon, and shook it well , filled it up for himself, suddenly grinned and toasted to the air, froze for a while, and drank it directly.The medicine took effect immediately, and Mrs. Fu grabbed the silk cloth on the table in pain, fell to the ground in pain, curled up together, a large piece of dark red blood gushed out from her throat and flowed onto the front of her clothes, her eyes were still looking at unknown people. As if seeing something, he smiled happily, twitched twice, and remained motionless.

The servant came to report that the wife had gone.Fu Xiaohan slumped down on the chair, feeling that the sky was dark and the sky was dark. Holding the chair with his left hand and propping his head with his right hand, he managed to slow down. The servant lowered his head so low that he didn't even dare to breathe. Fu Xiaohan waved his hand at him. Signaling him to go down, the servant wiped his sweat with his hands and hurried out the door as if he had been pardoned.

Fu Xiaohan clutched his chest, feeling a piercing pain, and couldn't get over it, his eyes turned black and he passed out.

When I woke up, I saw Song Hanzhi. Her eyes were red and swollen like a rabbit. She comforted him and sobbed: "Uncle and aunt's affairs are still waiting for you to take care of. Auntie left you a letter. Here."

Fu Xiaohan got up from the bed with support, opened the letter, and there were only a few words: "There is Miss Zhao's tomb in the south of the city, please get buried with your father. Ask for a solitary tomb, facing the sunset."

The letter was torn to pieces by him, he didn't shed a single tear, only his joints turned white, and he didn't say anything.

Song Hanzhi secretly took out a handkerchief to wipe away tears, glanced at Fu Xiaohan, and was relatively speechless.If this person lost his parents within a month, if he was an ordinary person, he would probably be devastated.

Fu Xiaohan just became more and more quiet, ordering the servants to arrange the funeral in an orderly manner.Only when there is no one around, will he show a dejected look, exactly the same as Uncle Fu, no wonder they are father and son.

The Song family naturally wanted to come to express their condolences. When Fu Xiaohan saw Master Song, he proposed to marry Song Hanzhi as his wife. Master Song was surprised and looked at Fu Xiaohan suspiciously.

The matter of Fu Xiaohan and Cheng Yuchun was well hidden by Fu Shaorong, and only a few people knew about it, so Master Song was not aware of the twists and turns. He just stroked his beard and politely refused: "Master Fu doesn't like little girls, and neither does this old man." I would like Hanzhi to be wronged, and besides, the marriage was not settled when your father was alive, so there is no need to mention it now." Master Song bowed his hands to him and left.

Fu Xiaohan stared at his back with his eyes, as if he wanted to dig a hole. When Fu Shaorong was alive, he wished to send his daughter here. Now that Fu Shaorong is dead, he is afraid that his Fu family will decline from now on.Human nature.

It's not without sadness, without Fu Shaorong in charge, the opponents in the south are ready to move, wanting to invade Qingzhou to replace it, and the army in the north is not stable. Is the Fu family really at the end of the road?

No, as long as Fu Xiaohan is alive, this kind of thing will not happen.Don't bully the young and poor, he Fu Xiaohan wants all those who have trampled on him to end badly, especially him.

On the day of the funeral, Fu Xiaohan walked in front in filial piety, and behind him was a huge funeral procession, which scattered white paper money all over the place. Everyone looked mournful, as if it was his parents who died, but Fu Xiaohan's face was as sinking as water, Walk steadily.

The crowd surrounded the two sides, watching the procession of Fu's family slowly move forward. Two red lacquered nanmu coffins were carried by eight strong men. Fu Shaorong's was in front, and Mrs. Fu's was in the back. The locals call it Yinhun.Fu Xiaohan held the white flag in his hand, stared straight ahead, while his right hand tightly held the linen belt around his waist.

Cheng Yuchun hid behind the crowd. He wore a dark blue robe and a black hat, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

He moved forward in the crowd following Fu Xiaohan's footsteps, the street was full of people, most of them came to see the fuss of Fu's family.People always have a desire to see those who were once at a high place fall severely, so that they will feel happy in their hearts, as if it is a kind of comfort that they cannot get wealth and power.

This place is only about one mile away from the city gate, and there are only two soldiers guarding the city gate. If he goes out of the city gate, his Fu family will be left and right without help, and there will be no survivors.On the second floor of Yuelaiju, a man about 40 years old blew the tea in his hand, took a sip, and showed a satisfied smile.