Chapter 777: Wait for me, wait for me to take you home

Ling Luoyu glanced slantingly, and instantly pulled his hand over.

"Fatty man, you are good at it, so you dare to tease me like this..."

Feng Chenglin couldn't dodge, was drawn in the forehead, and shouted "Ahhhhhhh".

Without waiting to speak, an object was already swaying in front of him, it turned out to be a piece of peerless jade.

Ignoring the pain on his forehead, he stared at it and took it in surprise.

"What is this? Third Young Master, you gave it to me?!"

"The beauty of thinking!!" Ling Luoyu squinted, "Fatty Feng, you can be regarded as a person who has seen the world, why are you so worthless?! What kind of gold and silver jewelry do not have in your family, and you want this beautiful jade. ?!"

Fatty Feng's smile froze a little: "Then... you didn't send those..."

"This is not from Ben Shao..." Ling Luoyu sat down at the table and looked at him with blank eyes: "This thing is for you. It is useful... You take it to the palace to see the regent. When you see him, he You will know what it means..."

"Go to the palace?! See the regent?"

Fengchenglin feels like breeding sheep into the mouth of a tiger.

If you get there, maybe you can come back!

Ling Luoyu squinted: "What? Are you afraid?"

Feng Chenglin was embarrassed to show her timidity: "It's not that I'm afraid... It's just that I go to the palace, why are you going?"

"I'm going to find my dad! My dad... he's alone, and I'm worried that he won't be able to keep his temper, and he will cause some trouble!"

Ling Yunfeng is a commander in general, and he is too righteous!

If you don't agree, you can fight.

Anyway, Mo Xuanchen took care of the affairs in the palace, and it shouldn't be a problem to rescue the two mothers and children of the Shu family.

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Qin Cishan, cemetery.

Some soldiers who died on the battlefield would have no one to collect their bodies.

At this time, the ashes will be buried in the cemetery to facilitate sacrifices.

The cold wind was rustling, and the guards who guarded the gate had long sought a safe haven to rest.

After all, no one would come to offer incense to pay homage in this ghostly weather.

Therefore, when Ling Yunfeng and Qian Yingluo entered, there was no obstruction, and it was exactly what they wanted.

Qian Yingluo followed the memory and walked towards a mass grave.

The soldiers and soldiers all have a well-groomed tomb, but Hengchang's dead soul only has a mass grave.

When seeing the tombs of various sizes, Ling Yunfeng's heart seemed to be cut by a knife.

"These... are all... soldiers of our Hengchang Empire?!"

Qian Yingluo stood up with her eyes down, the sadness faded from the bottom of her eyes: "Yes!"

Ling Yunfeng's lips trembled, and finally bowed his head in reproach.

"It's me...I'm useless, so they are buried in a foreign land and can't go back!"

Qian Yingluo couldn't bear to squeeze his fingertips and shook it lightly, "Dashuai Ling, don't blame you...this is all caused by the war! You are all in charge! It is inevitable that you will meet on the battlefield. It's going to fight you to death!"

"Yeah! It's a war...As long as there is a war, there will always be casualties!"

Ling Yunfeng's eyes flickered, turning his head to look at nearly a thousand deserted graves.

"Brothers, wait for me...I will definitely find a way to take you home!"

The war has ended and the territory has been preserved, but these soldiers who sprinkled their blood for their homeland have been forgotten.

Their souls wandered alone in this land, no one came to pay homage, no one chanted sutras for them.

This should not be their final result.

A sharp and decisive shot came out of Ling Yunfeng's eyes: "Brothers, wait for me! Wait for me to take you home!!!"