Old Zhang turned his head and looked at Puyameiguo. Although his hair was dirty and messy, his clothes were not very neat because of the past few days of running around, but the ordinary facial features on his honey-colored skin emitted an indescribable aura. Whether it was a frown or a purse of his lips, all the movements made him more and more vivid.

He couldn't help but sigh and looked at the front of the team. The green sedan chair carried by eight people had already turned around the corner and rushed towards the direction of the Chess Garden.

Puyameiguo heard him again, "Old man, can you go see my father with me?"

"Okay." Lao Zhang, who had always been slow, was very happy. After explaining some words to others, he followed Puyameiguo to the alley.

The crowd watching in the alley saw that the King of Southern Xinjiang had so happy that he accepted the Puya Meiguo and gradually dispersed. Lao Zhang saw a tattered straw mat, which was missing from a piece of straw mat barely wrapping the body inside. He vaguely saw that the body was in a strange posture. Lao Zhang didn't think much about it, and walked over and lifted the straw mat.

The headless corpse can be barely identified through her clothes.

The light brown short robe was the uniform dress of Qiu Yu's close servants during the day of defeat in the Duantou Cliff. Lao Zhang's heart skipped a beat.

Almost all the guards on Duantou Cliff were tragically killed, and even Qiu Yu's close servant Pu Yafu was not spared. I thought that Qiu Yu wanted to give them some pensions after a hard time, but I didn't expect that in order to avoid such a scandal, Qiu Yu forced all the news to the outside world.

Even their family members have not notified them.

Perhaps, apart from their close friends, those who knew that they had returned from defeat in Duantou Cliff were the only princess and princesses who were in charge of the camp. The people of Yuancheng only knew that the defeat was defeated, but they did not know that the unjust souls of countless relatives were buried under Duantou Cliff.

Then he looked again. Even though the battle at Duantou Cliff had passed, he could vaguely see the thrilling night from the scattered wounds.

Without a head, I couldn't tell who this was; I was holding a broken spear in my arms; only half of one leg was left, the empty trouser legs were blown from time to time by the wind, and the other leg was injured, one deep and one shallow, and the thick black blood clotted on the wound of the sword... It made people think of the smoke of gunpowder, the sword light and the sword shadows, and the rain of arrows...

The war that night was too fierce...

Lao Zhang opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

"Old man." Puyameiko was silent for a while and whispered, "My father has a grave. Please let me go with me."

...

Using the sword as a hoe, with an indescribable weight, the sword made a "clang" sound while rubbing against the soil. Puyameiguo wiped the sweat from her forehead, turned her head to look at the headless corpse in the straw mat, and sighed a long time.

"Old man, thank you."

Lao Zhang, who was sitting next to the straw mat, felt a little embarrassed when Puyameiguo said this. Along the way, the body was held by Puyameiguo, and the pit was dug by Puyameiguo. As an elder, he had never done anything else except spending some money from Qiu Yu's tent. Now he wants him to say "thank you". It's really a bit embarrassing.

So he said, "Don't say that."

However, Puyameiguo stopped the movement in his hand and sat down next to Lao Zhang, "Old man, you are the first person in the world to treat me so well."

The first one? Lao Zhang sensitively captured the very wrong place in this sentence, glanced at the straw mat on the ground, and looked at Puyameiguo again. Puyameiguo did not notice Lao Zhang's movements, but his eyes were clearly trapped in distant memories, and his voice blurred.

"Old man, that happened a few years ago..."

A few years ago? He couldn't remember it, but just said intermittently how his father abducted her mother from a wealthy family, how he gave birth to him but abandoned his son. His mother remarried before he could turn three years old, and he has been living here since then... If his mother hadn't had the sudden conscience of telling him about his life experience after she was seriously ill, he wouldn't have known who he was.

"Later I learned what my father's name was, and I came all the way." Puyameiko turned her head and looked at the corpse in the straw mat, sighed again, and then said, "His belt is embroidered with his mother's name, and I will never admit it again."

"What's your father's name?"

I vaguely felt that the story was a bit familiar, so Lao Zhang asked a question after talking too much.

Puyameiguo turned his head and stared at Lao Zhang. His extremely serious eyes made Lao Zhang feel a burst of hair. Just as he was about to say that he didn't want to say it, he heard Puyameiguo's voice hoarse and sighed, "Puyafu."

Puyafu…

It was him indeed...

Old Zhang stared at the straw mat for a long time, and the pieces of cloth brushed across the grass lonely. All of this looked like him, but not exactly like him, Puyafu, what happened to you that night? It was so tragic?

The last trace of desolation was hidden in the loess ridge as Puyamei rose up. I wanted Puyafu to figure it out all his life, but in the end it was just a piece of loess and a thin coffin... What's the use of this thoughtful calculation?

Old Zhang's thoughts were ups and downs, and finally he sighed, withdrew his gaze and threw himself on the distant mountains.

The night in the desert came very quickly. When Puyafu was buried, when he returned to the Chess Garden, there was a vast night light that could not be distinguished.

"This..." Puyameiguo was a little timid.

Lao Zhang laughed in his heart. After all, he was a child who was not in charge of his father or mother. Although he was extremely arrogant, he still couldn't handle this big scene.

"Go to tattoo first." Old Zhang pushed Puyameiguo to the small house next to him, and his head signaled Puyameiguo not to forget the rules of entering the chess garden. However, Puyameiguo also became smart at this time. He looked around and asked, "Why don't others tattoo?"

"This..." Lao Zhang was speechless for a moment, and it was hard to say that it was because Qiu Yu suspected that the people who were infiltrated now were all trying to save Huamei. He just laughed dryly and said, "How can you and I guess the thoughts of noble people."

The two walked all the way to the cottage. Puyameiguo looked at the red-hot soldering iron, which was one size smaller than the soldering iron in the ordinary torture room. There were several extremely thin silver needles on it, which seemed to be about to stab the face.

My heart moved slightly, and hesitated.

Is it worth it? He asked himself... He was a general in Northern Zhou Dynasty. When did he suffer such suffering and such sins?

However, he thought of the time when she was seriously ill in Shanghai. He thought she was about to die, and he thought that if she died, he would not be able to survive.

Forget it, it's always for her, isn't it worth it or not.

Puyameiko walked towards the soldering iron, lifted it up and looked, "This?"

Old Zhang nodded, and said to Puyameiguo to sit on the chair beside him. He found a few ropes to tie Puyameiguo's hands and feet. He took the soldering iron from his hand, looked at the "squeaking" white breath, and finally asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

"Um."

Puyameiko closed her eyes and tried to think about the Kiln-Headed Cliff that night. How she was doing step by step against hundreds of people in the blood and fire... The suffering she suffered was probably thousands of times deeper than what she suffered at this moment.

As the soldering iron approached, he even smelled the desolate and ancient bloody smell in the soldering iron...

Continue to think about how she tried her best to win the most precious time for his army to attack the camp in the night in the night?

The iron was imprinted on the forehead, and the moment when the skin was first stuck to it was a slight coolness, just like when she first came to the desert, she left indifferently after saluting him; what followed was a stiff pain, tearing, and engraving... Just as he wanted to remember the breath that belonged to her alone, perhaps about to disappear, in the heavy rainy day of Shanghai.

Ning Ke... Ning Ke... Who are you?

Who is the one who makes me so confused and lose my heart?

"Okay." After Lao Zhang made a pity, Puyameiguo let go of his clenched lips, and cold sweat dripped down, sticking to the bloody place, causing him to tremble for a while.

Almost gritting his teeth, he trembled, "Thank you, Mr.."

"Don't thank me, go and thank the prince." Lao Zhang sighed, took back the soldering iron, gently placed it on the shelf beside him, took out a small white porcelain bottle from his waist, and handed it to the palm of Puyameiguo. After a moment of being stunned, he said, "Forget it, you can use this medicine first, use it if you use it, but you can't use it - the Immortal of Medicine is also in the mansion, and the Immortal of Medicine will probably ask the Immortal of Medicine to heal you."

Puyameiguo held the porcelain bottle to relieve the heart-wrenching pain on his forehead. After a long time, he whispered, "The prince is a good man."

Good man...

As he savored this word alone, Puyameiguo smiled again, but this smile involved the injured skin. Puyameiguo's smile seemed to be faintly cold.

Lao Zhang took Puyameiguo to the front yard first. Sure enough, he heard that the prince was not in the front yard and was still in the inner yard. So he turned back to the inner yard and waited at the door, asked Puyameiguo to wait a moment outside the door, and went in and reported, "Prince, I have brought it."

At this time, Qiu Yu was leaning against the table, and the book "Southern Xinjiang Literature" was spread out on the table, as if he was examining the results of his reading on the day of painting the thrush.

In the candlelight, her eyes were reflected like water, and a ripples were rippling in his heart.

"Yeah." Qiu Yu responded with a smile, raised his head slightly and looked at Huamei, and said with a very doting voice, "Look at you being very bored all day long. Today I bought a servant from the street to accompany you, so it would be nice to do chores in this inner courtyard."

Then he waved to Lao Zhang, "Bring it in."

After a stack of sounds, Lao Zhang chose an angle that would not let the thrush blow the wind and raised the door curtain and asked Puyameiguo to go in.

The thrush raised his head and looked little by little along the shadow reflected on the floor tiles.
Chapter completed!