After the rebirth, the emperor will never forget me

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He took good care of his younger sister beforehand, and came here afterwards to pretend to be righteous.

Shouldn't you be responsible for Xilan?

Lanxizhu gave a faint "hmm", only to feel that he had a severe headache.

"Okay, then we won't disturb General Lan's rest."

The two got up and were about to leave, but they were stopped by Lanxizhu when they were about to go out.

"My third brother's body will be buried tomorrow."

The implication is not to let other people disturb his cleanliness after death.

Lan Xijing's death must have been unknown to the Holy Maiden of Xilan Kingdom.

If he went crazy and wanted to find his third brother's body and see him for the last time, Lanxi Zhu would definitely not let him.

No matter what is between them, Lan Xizhu does not agree with Cui Xueyuan's approach.Her selfish behavior undoubtedly pushed her third brother into a state of infidelity.

Put away any restless thoughts, don't bother yourself, let alone the dead Lan Xijing.

That night, Lanxizhu tossed and turned, and the face of the third brother always appeared in front of his eyes.

I dreamed of the alleys they ran through together when they were young, the books they copied together, and the ancestral hall where they knelt.

Although he and Lan Xijing were about the same age, they neither fought nor robbed. The two brothers were very harmonious and never had an overnight feud.

Later, both of them became generals, one guarding the north of the fortress, the other the southwest, and together they made a wish to defend Nanheng.

The third brother is not kind, he just left like this, unloaded all the burdens on himself, and went underground alone to reunite with the second brother and his parents.

In such a big Lan family, only myself and my eldest brother are left.

He didn't dare to think, if the eldest brother who was still looking forward to his two younger brothers' triumphant return in Hengdu, would be heartbroken if he heard the bad news.

This fate was unfair, and it happened to be spread by the Lan family.

When I woke up the next day, even the pillow was wet.

Lanxi Zhu's eyes were swollen and a little painful, but he still resisted the wind outside the Great Wall and buried his third brother with his own hands.

None of the people behind caught up, for fear that he would disturb the last time the brothers spent together.

He stroked the lines of the coffin quietly, his eyes were dead.

After a while, Yao Guilin stepped forward and asked worriedly, "General, it's time for us to set off."

Then he looked at the pitch-black coffin again: "The humble job calls for someone to carry the coffin."

Lanxi Zhu closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

"Let's go."

At the last moment of turning around, he whispered softly to the coffin:

"Third brother, let's go home."

He returned with Nanheng's hero.

The journey back was dragged very slowly by him, they were not as urgent as when they came, and it took them three days to reach Hengdu.

The common people lined the road to welcome them, with gongs and drums blaring.

Ke Lanxizhu's face was bloodless, he forced a smile, he didn't want the common people to look strange and spoil their interest.

The news of Lanxijing's death had not yet reached the ears of the people. Since Beidi surrendered, he did not send anyone to Hengdu to deliver news.

Now most of the court officials and the palace know about this matter.

When he returned to Hengdu, it stands to reason that he should first go to the palace to report to the emperor.But before entering the Hall of Morning Sun, Lanxi Zhu was stopped by Su Weichen.

Su Weichen's expression was very complicated, he stuffed the things in his hands to Lanxi Zhu, and whispered in his ear: "Cui Xueyuan committed suicide."

To this day, thinking of that night, Su Weichen still has goosebumps all over his body.

After hearing the news, Cui Xueyuan didn't go crazy or make trouble, but secretly gave Su Weichen a handkerchief, and asked him to hand it over to Lanxizhu, and stuff it into the coffin where Lanxijing was buried.

The handkerchief reads: "I wish to be an ordinary couple in the next life."

When Su Weichen came to his senses, the person in front of him had already vomited blood and fell down.

He hurriedly supported her body, but after feeling the pulse, he shook his head regretfully. It was a poison he had never seen before, and this person went there with the intention of dying.

She turned her back to the roof and murmured:

"You always don't want to marry me, that's all in the past, but this time you are so cruel, you just leave me like this."

Then he smiled miserably: "This time I will chase you underground to see how you can hide from me."

She closed her eyes just like that, and her breath became weaker.

If it was the first time in her life that she fled to Saibei to live for herself, then choosing to commit suicide would be the second time.

"General, Xue'er has come to die for you."

Cui Xueyuan died in Qicheng.

Su Weichen looked at Lanxizhu's calm expression, and felt a little pity for the woman who died in his arms, so he persuaded, "This may not be Cui Xueyuan's unrequited love."

In other words, he guessed that Lanxi Jing was not heartless.

Maybe this will make Lanxi Bamboo easier to accept.

Su Weichen still hoped that he could stuff this veil into Lanxijing's coffin.

After all, the theory of reincarnation is so mysterious, how many people can believe it, but it is just to comfort this woman's spirit in heaven and fulfill her wish during her lifetime.

Lanxizhu's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he took the handkerchief from Fang's daughter's family tremblingly.

"……it is good."

Su Weichen patted him on the shoulder, "I'll explain to Qi Heng, it won't affect your third brother."

Even if Zhenxihou leaves, he has to be in a good and decent way.

"Ah."

"It's getting late, go see Your Majesty."

In fact, he returned to the palace very early to bring the news of Zhenxihou's death to Qi Heng. Su Weichen knew that Qi Heng was not feeling well these two days, basically he didn't think about eating and drinking.

He was saddened by Lan Xijing's death, but what really worried Qi Heng was Lan Xizhu.

No one else knows how much he cherishes the precious Lanxi Bamboo in his heart, but Su Weichen, the noble concubine who has been with Qi Heng for ten years in the previous life, knows it very well.

Lanxizhu nodded, and then walked in the direction of Chenyang Hall.

For some reason, at this moment, he does not reject entering the Hall of Morning Sun to meet Qi Heng.

"My humble minister, Lanxi Zhu, see Your Majesty."

This sound was a little weak, and it seemed that Lanxi Zhuben's bloodless face was even weaker.

In the Hall of Morning Sun, there is a long-lost warmth.

I didn't wait for a response, but I only felt a cold wind on my head.

Qi Heng strode forward and dragged him up, holding him tightly in his arms.

Lanxi Zhu's body froze.

"Your Majesty, I feel unwell."

If Qi Heng forced himself at this moment, then Lan Xizhu would definitely hate him for the rest of his life.

However, Qi Heng had no such plan.His calloused fingers slid across Lanxi Zhu's cheeks, he just wanted to stick to Lanxi Zhu like this, and transfer the heat from his body to the cold person in his arms.

Qi Heng was so frightened that his body was trembling with fear.

Two days ago, Su Weichen sent a message to himself, the first sentence was "The general of the Lan family is dead".

At that moment, Qi Heng's heart seemed to stop beating.

This sentence was ambiguous, and he was confused when he cared about it. The first thing that came to mind was Lanxi Bamboo.

Even though I understood the truth later, I didn't feel any better in my heart.

Qi Heng went crazy, he wanted to put down the folder in his hand and run to comfort the sad person in the distance.

Think about it or let it go, in case that person... doesn't want to see me.

He just waited and hoped, and finally saw the person who had been thinking about it day and night.

Qi Heng's deep voice was full of unprecedented distress, as if the lost treasure had returned to his own hands.

"You suffer."

I don't know what kind of porch was triggered by this sentence, Lan Xizhu couldn't stop crying after hearing it.

Like a lonely boat drifting in the vast sea for a long time and finally docked, he actually felt a lot more at ease after leaning in Qi Heng's arms.

"Your Majesty..." His voice was choked up, "I don't have a third brother..."