The crying down the hillside seemed to stop for an instant, and only the sound of the suona was tearing through the clear sky.

This is not because these dutiful sons and dutiful wives were hired with money, but because the coffins were buried in the ground.

People have rested in their graves, and people in the world no longer want to keep them, and they no longer miss the world. Their life ends here, waiting to enter the next reincarnation.

"When are you leaving?" Miss Jun asked.

"Wait until I get past the first seven." Fang Chengyu said with a smile.

Miss Jun glared at him.

"Don't say anything that will make grandma and aunt unhappy." She said, still reaching out and stroking Fang Chengyu's head.

Fang Chengyu did not refute, and responded obediently.

"Jiuling, I won't keep you here. You should go back to the capital quickly." He said.

"The matters in the capital cannot be solved in a short time." Miss Jun said, "And Mr. Ning is here."

Fang Chengyu groaned, curled his lips, lowered his head and pinched his fingers.

"Brother Ning is so awesome," he said.

Miss Jun smiled.

"Chengyu is also amazing," she said, "You are all amazing, all better than me. I am so lucky to know you."

She said it seriously and sincerely.

Fang Chengyu raised his head and looked at her with a smile.

"Someone said that force is relative," he said.

This is what she told him, and it was the master who said this to her.

Miss Jun pursed her lips and smiled.

"So?" she asked.

"You think you are lucky because you know us, so why aren't we lucky because we know you?" Fang Chengyu said, "You think we are awesome, maybe because we know you, we become awesome."

Is this a fallacy? Miss Jun smiled and said nothing.

"How can this be unreasonable!" Fang Chengyu said, pointing at himself, "If you hadn't cured my disease so well, would I have had the chance to become so powerful?"

Miss Jun laughed, then stopped laughing.

"You're right." She nodded seriously again.

Fang Chengyu also smiled and looked at Miss Jun.

"I'm not better than anyone else," he said, "I think I'm a little luckier."

Miss Jun looked at him with a voice.

"I didn't die, so I got a new life." Fang Chengyu said, "But some people died but still didn't get a new life."

Miss Jun looked at him without speaking.

Some people refer to Chu Jiuling.

Chu Jiuling died and lived with a new name and a new identity. However, she was still Chu Jiuling, bearing Chu Jiuling's hatred, shouldering Chu Jiuling's unfulfilled responsibilities, and living Chu Jiuling's life.

"I hope that no matter what kind of person you are, you can live a new life." Fang Chengyu said seriously.

Miss Jun looked at him and nodded.

"I will definitely do it." She smiled slightly and nodded seriously, "I have to."

She didn't ask him why he said that, let alone whether Fang Chengyu recognized her identity. For them, there was no need to say this.

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The early summer wind stirred up dust, which soon returned to calm.

There was no one coming or going on the road, and there was no tea shed under the big tree beside the road, and no one took a rest.

There was silence between heaven and earth until two or three riders came guarding a carriage and horses, causing dust to fly.

"Master, there is a village ahead." A servant on the horse said loudly.

The coughing in the carriage stopped.

"Then go beg for a bowl of water." An old voice said in the car.

This village should have been very prosperous, as can be seen from the fertile fields all around. At this time, the crops in the fields were full of crops, but they were swaying here and there, growing wildly without care.

Looking around, there are no people working in the fields, and the villages ahead are as quiet as a deserted land.

But just as their carriages and horses walked onto the path leading to the village, two people suddenly jumped out of the crop field, holding hoes in their hands.

"What for?" they shouted.

The people here were startled, but they were relieved when they saw the two villagers dressed up.

"We are passing by and asking for a drink of water," they said hurriedly.

The two villagers looked at them, but did not put down their hoes or let them go.

"You don't have the accent here." A villager said warily.

"Fellow, we are from Luzhou," the servant said hurriedly, "Didn't he escape from being attacked by gold thieves?"

Luzhou is near the capital, so the villagers put down their guard.

"Then you are lucky enough to be able to come to our Shandong province." A villager said.

"Running around blindly without even knowing where to go, there are gold thieves everywhere." The servant sighed and said, with panic on his face, which showed the fright he had suffered along the way. "It's not easy for us to get here."

The people who led him either ran away or were beaten to death when they encountered the Jin people. Now they are the only ones left.

"But outsiders are not allowed in our village." Another villager interrupted their greetings and said in a rough voice.

The carriage lifted up, and an old man covered his mouth and nose with one hand and held out a money bag with the other.

"Fellow, I'll give you some money for a convenience, just drink a bowl of clean hot water and take a rest before leaving." He said, coughing repeatedly.

The two villagers looked over. The old man turned his head away as if he was afraid of being seen, and coughed even more violently.

Maybe he's sick?

"Who cares about money at this time..." said a villager.

"Well, you wait here." Another villager couldn't bear to see the old man coughing and said, "I'll get some water from the village."

He said and waved his hands.

"I don't want your money, and I can't live with it."

As he spoke, he turned around and ran towards the village.

The old man was not polite anymore and took the money bag back directly.

"Master, after this rest, we can get home." The servant whispered, not so much to comfort the old man, but to comfort himself.

This journey has been too difficult, beyond his imagination.

I didn't expect the Jin people to be so ferocious. I didn't expect the Jin people's troops and horses to be like locusts. I didn't expect that the Jin people and horses they thought were so numerous would be vulnerable to these murderous wolves.

It's really terrible. What's even more terrible is that in front of such a golden man, Duke Cheng Guo couldn't die after so many years.

"It'll be fine when we get home. Let's go back to the capital when things are peaceful."

The old man's voice rang in his ears.

But can they still go back to the capital? The servant looked uneasy. After all, they deceived His Majesty and ran away...

"As long as His Majesty is here, I can go back." The old man covered his mouth and nose and said, although his face was haggard, his eyes were determined.

They were chatting in low voices, and the villagers nearby couldn't help but be wary and pricked up their ears to hear the word "Your Majesty."

"With His Majesty in the capital, the gold thief will definitely be defeated," the villagers said loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, screams were heard in the village, followed by the sound of horse hooves.

"The golden thief is coming. The golden thief is coming."

This movement shocked the people on the road here.

"Why is there a golden man here?" the servant cried out.

A group of more than a dozen Jin soldiers were already in sight. They were coming from the village. Smoke and dust were boiling behind them, and people were shouting.

"Run quickly." The servants immediately protected the carriage and turned around.

But the villagers over there jumped into the field and ran deep into the dense crops.

"Don't be afraid that the Jin soldiers are being chased. Get out of the way and run to both sides and you'll be fine..." He didn't forget to turn around and shout.

But the servants ignored his words and rushed on the road guarding the carriage.

Their chariots and horses could not outrun the Jin soldiers, and they were soon overtaken.
To be continued...