Chapter 761: Congratulations, you are in love

Ling Yunfeng sank his jaws: "Yes! In Tiafa, there is a Qiuentang where the soldiers of the two countries are enshrined in it! The only difference is that the soldiers of Tiafa are benevolence, and those of Hengchang are enemies, so we named it. For Qiu Entang! But no one knows where that Qiu Entang is!"

He let out a long sigh, his eyes showing helplessness.

"I have been searching here for so many days, but I haven't found out the whereabouts of Qiu Entang!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes flicked towards Qian Yingluo: "This girl should know, right?"

Qian Yingluo's silver teeth lightly bit, her eyes gleaming towards Ling Yunfeng: "Eighteen years ago, the soldiers returned triumphantly, saying that they had cut off the head of Hengchang coach Ling Yunfeng, so I went with my dad! "

Ling Yunfeng's pupils suddenly shrank: "Do you really know where Qiu Entang is!?"

"There is no Qiu Entang, but if there is one, it is fine!"

"How to say?"

"Qiu Entang is just an official statement. To be more practical, it is just a fictitious place! After the soldiers return from battle, they will be placed in the imperial ancestral hall for a month of incense, and then they will be sent to the cemetery for burial! All of Qiu Entang Yes, it's just a tablet, there is no real ashes and bones!"

Ling Yunfeng instantly understood what she meant: "You mean that the royal ancestral hall enshrines the memorial tablet, it is Qiu Entang, it is a false name! Whether it is our soldiers from Hengchang or yours, the final bones are buried in the cemetery?! "

"Correct!"

Ling Luoyu's black eyes were startled and startled, "You are so concerned about Ling Yunfeng's head, you must know where he is buried!?"

Qian Yingluo's gaze passed Ling Yunfeng, and she quickly nodded her eyes: "I know!"

"Ding!"

The long sword in Ling Yunfeng's hand was unsheathed again, and reached under her throat.

"Take us there!"

Ling Luoyu curled his lips and raised his hand to press the Jianfeng down.

"Father, you can't be so rude with other girls, right, girl?!"

Her slightly frivolous eyes provoke Qian Yingluo's disgusting stare, and immediately aimed at Ling Yunfeng, standing with her head down, without answering.

"Girl, can you take us to that buried place!?"

Qian Yingluo lowered her head in silence, replied in a low voice, turned her head and drilled towards the stone crack.

Ling Yunfeng was afraid that she would take the opportunity to escape, and quickly stepped forward to catch her, but was stopped by Ling Luoyu.

"Father, what are you doing!?"

"You are letting the tiger return to the mountain! If she goes out and shouts, neither of us can run away!"

"Father... she won't shout!"

"How do you know? You are not her!!"

Ling Luoyu was speechless: "Father, didn't you really find it?!"

Ling Yunfeng said in an instant, "What did you find?"

"The look in the girl's eyes when she looks at you? It's full of starry eyes, spring-heart rippling..."

Ling Yunfeng: "..."

He was a little guilty by his daughter's appearance, and he glanced at Qian Yingluo subconsciously.

"What do you mean!?"

Qian Yingluo had already gone out at this time, was looking around, and after making sure that there was no one, she waved her hand and greeted the two of them to come out.

"What do you mean?! Twenty years ago, an eight-year-old girl was rescued by a handsome man when she was dying. From then on, this man became her god, everything about her ... Twenty years later, she met this man again! And he is in a state of despair! So, she must help him, help him, and do all she can to fulfill his wish!"

The Hao wrist flipped, Ling Luoyu threw his clothes in Ling Yunfeng's arms.

"Father, congratulations, you are a peach blossom!"