Bai Mingwei stayed with Feng Qingchen for a long time, discussed the corresponding arrangements and the final follow-up to the assassin, and agreed on the plan to escort Li Xianzhao and some subsequent deployments before leaving.

Before leaving, she asked, "How are your hands okay?"

Feng Qingchen showed an extremely surprised look, as if surprised that Bai Mingwei could find out that he was injured.

Slowly, the surprise turned into a surprise, and the smile floated on his face, as if waiting for the children who were waiting for their parents to pity, and received their parents' care for the first time.

A bright smile hung on his lips: "It's just a small injury, it's nothing to do."

In this way, Bai Mingwei said nothing. After leaving him, he went to find Bai Yu and communicated her thoughts with Bai Yu.

After everything was ready, they also ushered in the day to return to the city.

...

On this day, the sky was gray and lead clouds filled the sky, giving people the illusion that heavy rain would soon cover the sky and destroy the earth and pour back.

However, the day was just cloudy and a raindrop had not fallen.

As the door of the residence suddenly opened.

First, guards carrying white banners came out one after another and stood side by side.

Then Bai Yu, dressed in white, held his father's tablet and began the journey of helping his spirits as a male member of the Bai family.

The little biography followed him, holding a plaque with the words "Heroic Spirit" written on it, and followed him step by step.

Both of them had very serious expressions, as if they could see the untiety sadness on their plain white body without deliberate exaggeration.

Immediately afterwards, ten coffins were carried out one after another, and the dark coffin body shone with an indescribable luster under the hazy weather.

Heavy, cold.

And it's daunting.

The women were dressed in mourning clothes and followed the team, with plain clothes, black hair and red eye sockets, which were their most conspicuous signs.

And in this team with only black and white, Bai Mingwei was wearing fresh clothes and armor, like red blood, splattering in the silver-covered world.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to wear mourning for her father and brother, but that she holds a tiger talisman and is now the leader of a hundred thousand border troops.

She represents the integrity of the entire team.

Anyone can wear mourning, but she can't.

The filial cloth tied to her arms was the only example she could break.

From the entire team, we can see that Bai Yu was the male member of the Bai family to support the spirits, and Xiao Chuanyi carried out the responsibility of the son of the people, guiding the way for those heroes who left their lives on the frontier.

Bai Mingwei, as the leader of the first army, brought the entire team back to Beijing.

The entrance to the residence was quiet, no one passed by, and the team passed through the alley in front of the residence without any obstacles.

But when I left the alley and came to the street, there was another completely different scene in front of me.

Paper money was sprinkled all over the sky, and a thick layer fell on the ground.

The people of the entire Pingcheng seemed to be moving, and the wide streets were kneeling on both sides of the vast streets, filling the entire street with all kinds of men, women, and young people.

Except for a passage in the middle, there is no water flow on the left and right sides.

Some were covered in plain white, some were wearing linen, some women had white flowers picked from the mountains, and some were drooping children, tied two small tucks with white ribbons.

Paper money is white, and onyx is also white.

On this day, the entire plain city seemed to have snow.

Bai Yu held the spiritual throne and knelt down with Xiao Chuanyi, and spoke loudly: "Bai Yu, the seven sons of the Bai family, will give you a message on behalf of his father, uncle, brother and sister-in-law!"

Xiao Chuanyi's face is cold and his voice is crisp: "Bai Chuanyi, the youngest son of the Bai family, is a martyr who is cold on the frontier, thank you for sending him off!"

There was no sound in the crowd, and on the streets where people were crowded, the rustling sound of paper money being swept by the wind was clearly heard.

After a silence, there was a faint sound of sorrow and music at the end of the distant long street.

As the team advanced, the sound of sorrow became clearer and clearer.

It turned out that someone stood on the high city wall and played the sorrow of funerals. The desolate music was sent by the wind and filled the sky above the Pingcheng.

I don’t know who can no longer hold back and let out a low sob.

The crying sound was as faint as a mosquito roar at the beginning, but when the sobs became more and more, it quickly overshadowed the sorrow and joy.

Just like the raindrops in the sky, a few sprinkled. When the raindrops become denser, the sound will be poured into the eardrums like a sea of ​​rain.

The originally very calm people were also infected by this strong sadness.

My eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"deliver!"

A hoarse shout at the top of the lungs rang behind the team.

With a rustling sound of clothes, the sound of knees hitting the ground was followed by this, and then there was a burst of crying.

Everyone didn't have to look back, and they knew that the person behind them was kneeling away.

The ignorant child spoke and asked: "Grandpa, who are we sending?"

The old man's voice was hoarse: "When the sword that sent the enemy came, he would block the person in front of us with his body."

The child became more and more confused: "Grandpa, are they fools? Why should we block the knife for us?"

The old man was stunned for a long time before he choked up and said, "Yes, they are a group of fools."

The child curled his lips: "The grandson doesn't like fools."

The old man slowly explained: "There are many kinds of fools in this world. Some are stupid and have abnormal behaviors; some are smart and do stupid things. Some are awesome."

The child asked frankly: "What kind of category do we bid farewell belong to?"

The old man touched his grandson's head lovingly and explained patiently: "What we bid farewell belongs to the kind that we should remember forever."

"Because of them, we will not be killed by the cruel people of Northern Yan. Because of them, our food and land will not be taken away."

"It is because of them that you can go to school to read and recognize words. Child, you must remember that the people worthy of respect in the world are not only your elders."

"There are many unknown people who do great things. They have sacrificed their lives for it, but perhaps even their names are unknown, but their sacrifices have made peace and happiness for countless people."

The child turned his head and asked, "Since they are unknown and no one knows their names, how should the grandson remember them?"

The old man said: "They are soldiers, good men in my Dongling, and heroes who sacrifice themselves to help others."

"The way you remember them is not to forget their efforts and sacrifices, and cherish the lives they created for us with their lives."

"As long as you live well and work hard, even if you don't make any great achievements, you will not let them down."

When the child heard this, he was silent for a moment before he spoke: "They are still fools."

But the child's expression was no longer the same as before, and his small face was full of respect.
Chapter completed!