The moment he received the battle report, he could comfort Bai Mingwei not to cry, because he still had faith in his heart at that time.

He felt that his children and grandchildren were all heroes and would be admired by future generations for generations to come.

At that time, he didn't cry.

He felt that tears were an insult to these proud people.

But what happened in the main hall and Emperor Yuan Zhen's disgusting insults made his faith collapse.

In just a moment, he changed from the invincible prime minister of Dongling Kingdom to an old man who had lost his children and grandchildren.

At this moment, he was no longer strong and was filled with sadness and grief.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, from a distance, as if carefully stroking the spiritual tablet.

His expression was so sad, and his tone was so desolate.

"Boyuan..."

"Zhongyuan..."

"Shu Yuan..."

"Ji Yuan..."

"Father's good boy..."

"Jun'er, Zhang'er, Qiong'er, Qi'er, Jing'er, Ying'er, Yu'er... Grandfather's good grandson..."

Bai Weiyong staggered over, hugged the memorial tablet of his eldest son Bai Zhongyuan and burst into tears.

This scene made everyone who had finally stopped crying burst into tears again.

"Husband...jun..." the second sister-in-law called earnestly, covering her mouth and sobbing, her tears rolled down the back of her hands, and a little of them spread into her lips, which were bitter and astringent.

The sisters-in-law were crying for their husbands, and several girls were crying for their fathers, sobbing one after another.

The sixth girl, Bai Xiuying, cried in the arms of her fourth aunt, heartbroken: "Dad said that when he returns in triumph, he would accompany us to fly the kites. How could he break his promise? How could he break his promise? He didn't know that Liu'er and Mom

Are you waiting at home?"

After hearing what her daughter said, the fourth aunt bit her lip to prevent herself from crying, but tears as big as beans rolled down her face.

Losing eleven family members was a huge blow.

Those are close relatives, relatives connected by blood!

Bai Weiyong cried so hard that he beat his chest and mouth again and again. While crying, he said: "I am sorry for you, and I am also ashamed of my ancestors!"

"I……"

As if he had been greatly stimulated, Bai Weiyong could no longer hold on and took a step back, about to fall down.

Bai Mingwei, with quick eyes and quick hands, quickly supported him.

Shen immediately called the doctor.

The doctor hurriedly stepped forward to ask for his pulse, and replied anxiously: "The Prime Minister has a cloud of depression in his heart. I suppressed it for him before with the acupuncture, but the grief just now made his condition deteriorate rapidly."

"At this time, his throat is blocked by bloody phlegm. If he doesn't spit out the bloody phlegm, I'm afraid his condition will be worrying."

After hearing the news, everyone was filled with sorrow, and several girls were frightened and cried.

The sixth girl Bai Xiuying rushed to Bai Weiyong, grabbed the doctor's sleeve, and kept begging: "Doctor, can you save my grandfather? Can you save my grandfather? Our Bai family can no longer lose anyone, please

You save grandpa."

The sentence "I can't lose anyone anymore" aroused everyone's sad mood again.

Everyone cried together.

The fourth aunt quickly came over and pulled Bai Xiuying away and helped her up: "Xiuying, don't make any noise. Listen to what the doctor says."

Bai Ming took a deep breath and asked calmly: "Doctor, is there anything you can do?"

Several doctors discussed it, and one of them replied: "Fight fire with poison, continue to stimulate the prime minister and make him spit out the blood!"

"In fact, this method can solve the fundamental problem. Even if we suppress it first, there will always be a recurrence."

Everyone looked at Shen in unison, expecting her to make a decision.

After all, she is now in charge of the back house.

Ms. Shen was in a dilemma. If she made this decision, the old man would be fine. If the old man could not survive, she would be the "sinner" of the family.

But she did not shirk this responsibility, nor did she leave the matter to Bai Mingwei, the unannounced head of the family, to decide because of fear of taking responsibility.

After just thinking for a moment, she said: "What should we do, please let the doctor explain clearly."

Bai Mingwei also echoed: "Without further delay, doctor, please start!"

The doctor who was supported by the Bai family immediately said: "Take the prime minister to the mourning hall."

Mrs. Shen immediately ordered her cronies to carry Bai Weiyong to the mourning hall.

In the ancestral hall, memorial tablets are placed and incense candles are lit.

What everyone can see are just tablets to commemorate the deceased.

But when we arrived at the mourning hall, the smell of death enveloped every corner.

The silk is flying everywhere, and everything is white.

Coffins filled the whole room, and the word "Dian" written on each piece of white paper was shocking.

Here, there is more sadness than in the ancestral hall.

Mrs. Shen ordered with tears in her eyes: "Bring Chuan Yi."

While the doctor was rescuing Bai Weiyong, little Chuanyi was quickly brought up.

Mrs. Shen shook him awake and said, "Chuanyi, don't fall asleep. Go kowtow to your father."

Bai Mingwei knew what Shen was going to do and couldn't bear it: "Sister-in-law, Chuanyi is still young."

However, Mrs. Shen was extremely determined: "No matter how young he is, he is still a male member of the Bai family. He will be relied upon to support the family in the future. If he is blindly protected by us, when will he grow up?"

Little Chuanyi said in a sweet voice: "Auntie, Chuanyi is fine. Mother said that Chuanyi should be a man like his father. Chuanyi will listen to mother and grow up quickly."

Mrs. Shen carried him to the coffin, pointed to a neat row of coffins and said: "Chuanyi, this belongs to your grandfather, these belong to your three uncles, and these are all from your father and uncles."

of."

Chuanyi looked into the coffin and saw a set of neatly arranged clothes. He asked puzzledly: "Mother, why are my grandfather and father not in it? Why are their clothes in it?"

The quick question made everyone fall silent.

Because the men of the Bai family are likely to have no bones left.

Shen covered her lips and choked, "Because like many heroes who protected Dongling, their bones were buried in the wild mountains and ridges and were eaten by vultures."

"Because they can't come back, they can only put their clothes in the coffin and pretend they are in it."

Little Chuanyi burst into tears suddenly. He asked sadly: "Why do my grandfather and father have to be eaten by birds? Do they feel hurt?"

Children's words are the most pure and sincere, and also more heart-wrenching.

Do they hurt?

Who knows?

Are they cold when covered with ice and snow?

Who knows?

Everyone lowered their heads in unison and began to sob lowly.

Mrs. Shen did not answer, but put Chuanyi down and let his small body kneel on the futon.

Mr. Shen said: "Preach the message, tell my grandfather and father that you will be brave, that you will grow up to be an upright man, and pass on the integrity and loyalty of the Bai family."

Chuanyi doesn't understand what integrity is, let alone loyalty.

But he still knelt obediently, straightened his little spine, and cried: "Grandpa, uncles, father, uncles, mother said you are gone, Chuanyi will never see you again."

"Chuanyi is so sad and sad. Chuanyi wants to see you, but my mother said that she can't see you until Chuanyi grows up and gets older."

"Don't worry, Chuanyi will eat well, listen to mother's words, grow up quickly, become the hero in the story, protect the people that great-grandfather cherished, and defend our Dongling Kingdom."

"But Chuanyi still misses you so much! Why can't Chuanyi see you? Mom said you will be eaten by birds, is that true? Chuanyi doesn't want you to be eaten by birds... Wuwu..."

Little Chuanyi knelt straight and didn't even dare to cry loudly.

Because he knows that a child who cries is not a good and brave child. If he is not brave, he will not be able to grow into an upright man.

Xiao Chuanyi's low sobs were like a dull knife, digging into everyone's hearts bit by bit.

Everyone also started sobbing.

"Brother..."

"Father……"

"Husband..."
To be continued...