In the Qin Dynasty, Mingyue and his fleeting years lived up to the return of the common monarch

Autumn rain began to fall at night, and the next morning, the rain not only did not stop, but it tended to fall more and more.

Under Xinghun's stern gaze, Shao Siming had to be wrapped up like a rice dumpling before he was allowed to go out and follow him to the cemetery.

The funeral of the dead man is very simple, there is no lament and no crying. In the pouring rain, Feng Zikong personally carries Yingyi Wuyao to carry the coffin. The flames of the cremated corpse under the simple canopy are more dazzling than the sun hidden behind the clouds.

In this era of Zhou ritual burial culture, cremation is not popular.But the prison net defines itself as being guilty and should not exist in the world, plus a group of killers with many enemies, they all use fire as their final destination.

Shao Siming looked at Feng Zikong and simply buried the wooden box containing Ye Zhen's ashes under the tombstone belonging to Ye Zhen, and couldn't help but think of the day Ye Liuhua brought him to the cemetery for the first time. Thinking of that day, Ye Liuhua chuckled - "Fame and fortune are all things outside the body, so what's the use of mourning behind you".

Holding an umbrella and standing side by side with Shao Siming, Xinghun vaguely saw a trace of the army from the simple funeral.Thinking about how Ye Liuhua prevented Feng Zikong from killing Qin soldiers not long ago, Xinghun secretly sighed, after all, the Ye family still longs to make contributions on the battlefield and serve the country.

The tedious weekly ceremony was omitted, and the funeral didn't take long, but Ye Liuhua didn't show up until the funeral was over.Both Xing Hun and Shao Si Ming were quite surprised, but Feng Zikong and other prisoners from the prison net had normal expressions and did not intend to explain to him.

After sending Shao Siming back to the bamboo house, Xinghun went to the stone hall, but there was no sign of Ye Liuhua in the ancestral hall, and there was no one in the bedroom.

Ye Liuhua was seriously injured and weak, and there was a lot of rumors about the "defected son-in-law" outside the valley recently, so it was impossible for him to go out of the valley alone without Feng Zikong and others as guards.Chasing the Wind Valley is not small, but Ye Liuhua's identity doesn't go everywhere.

If not in the Stone Palace, where else could it be?

Xinghun frowned and glanced at the brand-new memorial tablet with the word "Yezhen" written on it in the ancestral hall. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he walked straight to the Huxin Pavilion.

As soon as he walked to the lake, Xinghun really heard the sound of the piano, the piano skills were not very good but very passionate, but what he played was "National Martyr" in honor of the fallen soldiers.

Walking up the stairs slowly, Xinghun stepped forward and knelt down opposite Ye Liuhua, but his eyes stopped on the jade flute next to the guqin.

"Little Lord."

Ye Liuhua stopped and was about to get up to salute, but Xinghun waved his hand to interrupt.

"Why don't you go?" Xinghun stared into Ye Liuhua's eyes.

Ye Liuhua had expected that Xinghun would ask this question, so he lowered his head and played the piano to avoid his gaze.

"Uncle's will has not been fulfilled, and the enemy who caused my Ye family is still at large, how can I have the face to meet him?"

Needless to ask, Xinghun knows that this "last will" is to avenge his Gan family.In fact, he has some regrets and regrets, regrets that he has not been able to see Ye Zhen, regrets that he did not get to know Ye Liuhua's grandparents when they were still healthy.

"I always thought you were a calm person." Xing Hun snorted coldly with a straight face, "Unfortunately, you still couldn't hold back when you should control your emotions the most."

"The young master seems to have forgotten my identity. If you don't have blood, why practice martial arts? Let alone a dead man." Ye Liuhua laughed.

"There are many opportunities for revenge, why are you in such a hurry?" Xinghun narrowed his eyes, "Why, don't you think the Gan family doesn't owe you enough?"

"Without the old Mr. Gan's rescue, the Ye family would have ceased to exist." Ye Liuhua shook his head, "The fate of the Ye family would have belonged to the Gan family long ago, so you don't have to worry about it, young master."

Xinghun was silent for a while: "You already knew about your uncle's condition when you ordered Doctor Fengxuan to search for medicine in southern Xinjiang, right?"

Ye Liuhua paused: "Yes."

"So, taking revenge while Ye Zhen is still alive is the reason why you must risk your life?"

Ye Liuhua stopped playing the piano completely, and spoke slowly after a long silence.

"The ending is like this, so does the reason matter? In the end, after all... I am incompetent."

Xinghun deeply understands Ye Liuhua's pain now. Back then, when he watched the heads of all the clansmen fall to the ground, the pain was no less than Ye Liuhua's now.

"I heard that Mr. Liuhua, who was famous in Xianyang in the past, played the flute very well. If you don't want to open your mouth, it will always feel better to rely on the sound of the flute to vent your feelings."

Ye Liuhua smiled when he heard the words: "The sound of the flute can't play exciting music, uncle prefers to listen to the piano. But if the young master wants to hear it, I will play a song for the young master after I recover from my injury."

Xinghun looked at Guqin, hesitated for a while before speaking: "You already know the story of the Gan family, now let's tell the story of the Ye family."

Ye Liuhua glanced at him in surprise, and smiled slightly: "What does the young master want to know?"

"Since the ancestors of the Ye family have been in the army for generations, why did my grandfather save your ancestors of the Ye family?" Xinghun wondered.

Although Gan Mao once led troops to fight, he was a civil servant after all, so how could he have anything to do with the border guards?

"What Qu Zi said is correct. The beauty of hate and resentment is the generosity of a good wife. The beauty is far and far away."

Ye Liuhua's eyes turned cold: "The great-grandfather was upright and disdained to send gold and silver to the imperial envoys sent by the king of Qin to labor in the frontier. The imperial envoys hated it. The king of Qin listened to the slander and believed that the great-grandfather was resentful because of the long-term defense of the border, but because he was afraid that the great-grandfather would hold the frontier army. He was forced to surrender to the enemy and rebelled, so he refused to help his great-grandfather. When the Zhao army invaded, the great-grandfather was defeated and martyred. After the frontier city was broken, the Zhao army slaughtered the Yefu, and only one ancestor of the big Ye family escaped. It was only after meeting the old Prime Minister Gan who had returned from a visit to Weidi that he got rid of his pursuers."

Although he already had some guesses about the Ye family's past, Xinghun was still shocked when he really heard Ye Liuhua tell it himself.It turns out that this is the reason why the Thirteenth Taibao has always refused to be recruited by Daqin, and this is why Ye Liuhua hates the royal family.

"That imperial envoy..."

"The whole family has been massacred by the family's ancestors and brothers. Those brothers of the family ancestors are the core of the first generation of Thirteen Taibao." Ye Liuhua paused, "It's just a pity for uncle's military dream."

Xinghun understood that Ye Liuhua's national mourning song just now was not only commemorating the loyal ancestors of the Ye family, but also regretting his uncle.

"Everyone is mortal, and the deceased is just one step ahead of us." Xinghun looked at Ye Liuhua, "The deceased has been liberated, and Uncle Ling has a spirit in the sky, and he definitely doesn't want you to torture yourself like this."

Ye Liuhua was silent for a long while and suddenly got up, knelt down in front of another low table, stretched out his pen to write something, but looked at the jade flute next to the guqin in a trance.

The Ye family climbed out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood on the frontier battlefield, and after experiencing all kinds of things, it was not easy to become the master of such a huge killer organization.

Ye Liuhua also wanted to use his sword and Tianya to get drunk, and also wanted to laugh heartlessly...

But he can't.

The ancestors of the Ye family were watching, thousands of subordinates of the prison network were watching, and even the countless enemies that the prison network had offended over the years were also watching.

Lifting his head and closing his eyes fiercely to force back the tears that were about to flow, Ye Liuhua slowly wrote with slightly trembling hands.

"There is nothing to worry about, but I hope that there will be no loss today. There is a right to fix people's lives, and what to do if you are separated or reunited."

Xinghun saw the ink stain on the silk cloth, pursed his lips but said nothing.He felt the pain, but he couldn't bear it for Ye Liuhua, he could only let time dilute it.

Ye Liuhua put down his pen, picked up the silk cloth and stared at it silently for a while, but suddenly picked up the wine pot on the charcoal fire, and threw the silk cloth into the brazier without hesitation.

Carrying the jug and bowing to the silent Xinghun, Ye Liuhua opened the door and slowly left the Huxin Pavilion.

Xinghun stared at the jug in Ye Liuhua's hand, hesitating to speak.Ye Liuhua was seriously injured just now and shouldn't have been drinking, but now he is really in pain, Xinghun swallowed back the dissuasion on his lips.

Maybe let him get drunk quietly alone, and the pain will be reduced after waking up.

Seeing Ye Liuhua who was drenched in the heavy rain but didn't notice it from the window, Xinghun, who didn't want to disturb him, gritted his teeth and chased him out.

Xinghun thought that he would go to the ancestral hall or the cemetery with the jug to pay homage to Ye Zhen, but Ye Liuhua just walked around the lake slowly, and finally walked up to a remote hill.From the faintly visible sword marks on the surrounding trees, it can be seen that people used to practice martial arts and swords on the top of the mountain, but now it has been covered with knee-high weeds because no one has been there all year round.Xinghun's eyes fell on the inscription on the boulder in the distance that did not belong to Ye Liuhua's handwriting, and he stopped in his tracks, his eyes darkened.

Ye Liuhua knew that Xinghun had been following him, but now that he was exhausted, he had no mood to care.Kneeling down in front of the boulder, Ye Liuhua stretched out his hand to clean up the surrounding weeds casually, looked up at the word "loyalty" on the stone, two lines of tears finally slid down his face.

A thunderstorm sounded overhead, and the lightning flashed under the dark sky, illuminating Ye Liuhua's pale side face.

"My nephew is unfilial, my nephew... is incompetent!"

In the torrential rain, Ye Liuhua knelt in front of the boulder and raised his head and closed his eyes. He couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face.

"The Ye family is so big, in the end... I'm the only one left." Ye Liuhua picked up the jug and poured it into his mouth, the wine dripped from the corner of his mouth, hitting the clothes that had already been drenched by the heavy rain.

"My lord!" Feng Zikong, who finally realized that Ye Liuhua was not in the stone palace, brought a few people to find him in a hurry. Regardless of being drenched by the heavy rain, he put up an umbrella to cover Liuhua's head, and knelt on the ground begging, "My lord, you are too injured to drink alcohol. If you really want to remember the third master, go to the ancestral hall!"

Ye Liuhua seemed to have never heard of it, and only Ye Zhen's voice and smile when Ye Zhen led him to practice swords here was in his mind.

"Zikong, shouldn't I be born in this world?" Ye Liuhua murmured, as if asking himself, "My mother traded her and my sister's lives for me to survive, what did my father tell me?" The last sentence is that I don’t recognize me anymore, my grandfather died because of my mistake. Now, even my uncle doesn’t want me anymore..."

"Young Master..." Feng Zikong was in great pain, he only hated himself for being poor in words and unable to comfort Young Master.He followed the young master since he was a child, how could he not know, because of the death of the second wife and young lady, the second master somewhat blamed the young master, not only had a cold attitude towards the young master, but also seldom fulfilled the responsibility of a father.Only the third master treated the son as his own son since he was a child, and cared for him very much.Although the master also loves the young master, he often goes out to protect the old prime minister of the Gan family, and he and the young master always get together less and leave more.

For the son, uncle is closer than father.Now that the third master passed away suddenly, especially when the prison network in front of him suffered heavy losses and the young master was seriously injured, the blow to the young master was no less than the great change in the Ye family four years ago.

It's just that the young master still had at least a healthy body and a youthful heart that refused to admit defeat.But now, the young master refuses Duanmurong's medical treatment, and it is unknown whether he can heal the internal injury and avenge the family with his own hands, can the young master still hold on?

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the brothers in prison net who regard you as their faith!" Feng Zikong begged bitterly, "Go back with your subordinates!"

Ye Liuhua finally had some reactions, but just as he was about to stand up, he swayed and suddenly fell to the side.

"Young master!" Feng Zikong was so frightened that he hurriedly dropped the umbrella in his hand to help Ye Liuhua, turned his head and shouted at his subordinates, "Let Doctor Fengxuan roll to the stone hall immediately!"