Ling Luoyu glanced at her eyes and instantly thrust her with one hand.

"Fatty, you are very good at abilities. You dare to tease me like this..."

Feng Chenglin couldn't dodge and was hit in the forehead, "Ah" screaming in pain.

Before I could speak, an object was already wandering in front of me, and it turned out to be a peerless piece of jade.

Without caring about the pain on his forehead, he looked at it in surprise and took it over.

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

"I think beautifully!!" Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes and glanced at him: "Fatty Feng, you are a person who has seen the world. Why are you still so useless?! What kind of gold, silver and jewelry do you have in your family? You actually want this piece of beautiful jade?!"

Fatty Feng's smile froze: "That... none of them were given to you..."

"This is not what I gave it to you..." Ling Luoyu sat down at the table and rolled his eyes: "This thing is useful for you... You take it to the palace to see the Regent. When you see him, he will know what it means..."

"Go to the palace?! I'll see the Regent?"

Feng Chenglin feels like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

If you get there, you may be able to come back!

Ling Luoyu glanced sideways: "What? Are you afraid?"

Feng Chenglin was embarrassed to show his fear: "It's not that he was afraid... It's just that I went to the palace, why are you doing?"

"I'll go find my dad! My dad...he's alone, I'm worried that he will not be able to hold back any more, and that he will cause trouble!"

The man Ling Yunfeng is full of a general spirit and is too righteous!

If you have a disagreement, you can fight.

Anyway, Mo Xuanchen is responsible for the matter in the palace, and it should be no problem to rescue the Shu family and his son.

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Qinci Mountain, cemetery.

Some of the soldiers who died in the battlefield would have no one to collect the body.

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

The cold wind was blowing, and the guards guards who were guarding the gate had already found a safe haven to rest.

After all, no one will come to burn incense and worship in this ghost weather.

So when Ling Yunfeng and Qian Yingluo entered, there was no obstacle, which was exactly what they wanted.

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

The soldiers who were attacked all had intact and neat tombs, but Hengchang's souls only had a mass grave.

When he saw the tombs of different sizes, Ling Yunfeng's heart seemed to be cut by a knife.

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

Qian Yingluo stood with her eyes down, and sadness faded out of her eyes: "Yes!"

Ling Yunfeng's lips trembled, and finally he lowered his head and shook his head in reproach.

"It's me... it's me that I'm useless, so they all buried their bones in a foreign land and couldn't go back!"

Qian Yingluo couldn't bear to pinch his fingertips and shook it gently: "Mr. Ling, it's not your fault... This is all caused by war! You are all for their own masters! If you meet on the battlefield, you will inevitably fight to the death!"

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

Ling Yunfeng's eyes flashed and he turned to look at nearly a thousand desolate 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 shed their blood for their hometown have been forgotten.

Their souls wandered alone on this land, no one came to pay tribute, and no one recited scriptures for them to save them.

This shouldn't be their final result.

A blade suddenly burst out from Ling Yunfeng's eyes: "Brothers, wait for me! Wait until I take you home!!"
Chapter completed!