Bai Mingwei's thoughts were pulled back in an instant. When he saw Feng Qingchen, who was as tender as water in front of him, his lips opened, but in the end he said nothing.

Feng Qingchen asked: "What are you thinking? So enchanting?"

Bai Mingwei found a reason to make excuses: "I was wondering whether the deceased would feel relieved when they saw this scene?"

Feng Qingchen showed a meaningful expression: "I thought you were thinking of me."

Bai Ming turned his face unnaturally: "Don't be self-indulgent."

Feng Qingchen suddenly lowered his head, leaned against Bai Mingwei's ear, and spoke out the tenderest words in his clear voice: "Remove the 'self-made', and only passionate will be left."

Bai Ming slightly reached out and slapped him away like a mosquito, but he grabbed his wrist.

The force was like an iron hoop, which could not be moved slightly.

She struggled, but it was useless.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qingchen exerted force and Bai Mingwei was pulled towards him.

But just as Bai Mingwei was about to hit her, he stood sideways next to Bai Mingwei and held Bai Mingwei, without asking Bai Mingwei to happen to anything embarrassing in public.

When Bai Ming reacted slightly, he had already pulled him to the campfire: "Are you so happy, don't you jump?"

Bai Mingwei looked at the bonfire in front of him. Wei Xiao and Jiang Ci were dancing around the bonfire, and their hearty laughter came from time to time.

Bai Mingwei couldn't help but lift his foot, but soon withdrew his foot.

"I don't want to jump."

At this time, several sister-in-law were joking around Ren, Xiao Chuanyi and his friends of the same age played mud, the soldiers and the people sang and danced, and everyone was expressing their inner joy to the fullest.

Only Feng Qingchen, he was alone and had no belonging.

Bai Mingwei thought about it, but he stayed by Feng Qingchen's side and watched others laugh with him.

Feng Qingchen's lips hanged high, but he didn't say anything.

Bai Ming opened his mouth slightly and broke the silence: "Thank you just now."

Bai Ming thanked him slightly, Feng Qingchen and the soldiers kneeled down to pay homage to the martyrs.

Feng Qingchen was the regent, and even the emperor should respect him even if he was the emperor.

Those who can make him kneel should only be the world and the earth.

Originally, his identity was revealed by Yuan Si, and although the soldiers finally chose to believe it, this matter always lies in the hearts of the soldiers.

Feng Qingchen's kneeling completely dispelled the suspicion of the soldiers and avoided a lot of trouble.

Bai Mingwei naturally wants to thank him.

The little white sable came out of Feng Qingchen's arms and looked at Bai Mingwei with contempt, as if saying: Xiao Jiujiu, who doesn't understand his master, is it? Among the people who pay homage today, there is your father. The master is kneeling down to the "future father-in-law".

Feng Qingchen reached out and pressed the little white marten back and said in a gentle voice: "You're welcome."

Bai Mingwei stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looking up at the night sky.

The river and the Han River are shallow, and the stars are like chess.

The night tonight is beautiful. She wanted to describe it with Feng Qingchen, but in the end she still said nothing.

Because at this time, Feng Qingchen also raised his head like her, as if even if she didn't say it, Feng Qingchen could understand her thoughts and know how beautiful the night is.

The soldiers who guarded Qiang City and Jing City were left behind, looking at the cheers coming from the distance, they stood firm on their posts and still stood solemnly on the city wall.

But that joy still infects them.

Around the bonfire, there were veterans discussing the discharge.

They were the 5,000 royal troops brought by Bai Mingwei from the capital, and they were also soldiers who were over 50 years old and still wore armor to battle.

Someone said: "A victory at the border is great, it would be great if we could take off our armor and return to our fields. I want to go back to my hometown to spend the rest of my life."

Someone said, "Yes, then I must take good care of a piece of farmland and plant the rice I like to eat. Do you know? The golden rice is ripe after it is ripe, and the sun shines on it, making people dazzle."

Some people also said: "You can also build a circle of bamboo fences next to the hut and plant vegetables under the bamboo fences. My hometown is in the south, and it is not very cold in winter, so there are vegetables all year round."

Everyone sighed: "Three meals a year are normal days. We have really lost too many natural disasters and man-made disasters over the years."

Someone replied: "Yes, we have lost our loved ones, lost our land on which we live, and even more lost our homes. We have been losing our lives, but we are still struggling to survive."

"But when I knew something happened to the Bai family, I really realized the feeling of the sky falling. You young people may not know how many good things the old prime minister has done for this Dongling over the years."

"Dongling Primary School is always bullied. When he ascended the throne, neighboring countries have stationed troops on the border and wanted to take the opportunity to divide Dongling. It was the old prime minister who ran for several months and mediated from multiple parties to calm the storm of destruction."

"Later, there was another flood in the south, with sorrow and devastated eyes. It was also the old prime minister who led his subordinates to take risks to consolidate the breakwater and rebuild his home with us."

"I finally survived the most difficult time. After a few years of calm, the world began to chaotic again. This time, not only were the tens of thousands of young and strong men in Dongling, but also the children and grandchildren of the old man."

As he said that, the veteran looked at Bai Mingwei with red eyes: "Fortunately, there are successors to the Bai family."

As the few people said, they couldn't help but burst into tears.

If a person seeks fame, he will only deceive some people.

But if a person really makes indelible contributions, then everyone will remember him.

Bai Weiyong's decades of hard work are enough to make every citizen in Dongling remember his goodness.

At the end of the day, the group poured a glass of water into the cup: "Respect for peace!"

Several veterans looked at each other and smiled: "Well, this hard-won peace!"

As the night gradually deepened, those who were celebrating victory also began to feel tired.

As the lights in the sky disappeared one by one, the burning firewood slowly turned into charcoal.

Bai Mingwei knew that this was the time to return home.

She stood in the crowd and gave a solemn military salute to everyone: "Thank you for coming to see off the martyrs today. I would like to say thank you to everyone for the deceased."

"It's getting late, so let's go back quickly, go back and have a good sleep, nourish your energy, and welcome every day of peace in the future."

"And my soldiers and I will help you rebuild your home and help your lives return to normal as soon as possible."

The people bowed one after another: "Thank you Miss Bai, thank you all the soldiers!"

So, whether it is farewell or celebration, it ends with the arrival of late night.

Children and grandchildren support the elderly, parents lead the children, and the people of the two cities embark on the way home.

At this time, someone sang a song and returned home with a happy mood. Some people immediately agreed, and the song gradually became connected and resounded in the endless mountains.

"Carry the trunk and the oak are carried, and the zodiac will be cultivated."

"Thousands of couples will farm, and the situation will be destroyed."

"Horse Lord Hou Bo, Hou Ya Hou Lu, Hou Qianghou Yi."

"Some people are good at being a master, they are beautiful in their wives, and they are obedient to their fellow men."

"There are some slightest areas, and the sky is loaded with a large amount of acres, sowing hundreds of grains."

"There is a real deal, and the post is a success."

"I hate the talented people, the seedlings, and the endless vegetation."

"There are a lot of money, and there are real accumulations, trillions of dollars."

"For wine and wine, I will give it to my ancestors and mothers, and I will not be incompatible with the hundreds of gifts."

"If you have the fragrance, the light of the country. If you have the fragrance, the warmth of the country will be, the peace of the Hu Kao will be."

"There are many, and there are many, and the present is the same as this."

...

The song is beautiful because the people sing it with a happy mood.

A child asked in confusion: "Grandpa, isn't this the music I sang when I used Xingu to worship the ancestral temple after the autumn harvest? Why do people sing at this time?"

The old man looked back and looked at the tombs standing solemnly on the mountains, and at the armored figures standing like mountains.

He kindly told his grandson: "The days of peace have come, will the harvest be far away?"

Yes.

They are free and do not have to live tremblingly in the oppression of foreign races. They can raise their heads and chests to consider their livelihood.

They are free and do not have to live a life of stagnation, nor do they have to worry about the separation of their bodies at any time.

They are free. Even though they are hard, as long as they no longer suffer from the war and manage with their heart, their lives will always get better and better.

Thinking of this, the old man sang in a hoarse voice: "There are no more people, no more people today, and it is like this..."

They will definitely usher in a bumper harvest, and they will be in a harmonious and peaceful life every year.

And their descendants will grow up safely.

May their suffering end with the war.

May the prosperous times they are looking forward to start from this moment.

The future is promising.
Chapter completed!