Zhuo Yunfan and others went straight to the Dadi Cemetery. From a distance, they saw a man sitting in front of the grave of a family of three, burning paper money one by one.
When he got closer, he saw clearly that the person was Wen Mu, Qiangwei's bodyguard.
"Master Zhuo... the magistrate... sir?" Wen Mu was not sure whether the handsome man in front of him was the old magistrate before. Judging from his facial features, he looked similar, but he was much younger and better-looking than the old magistrate.
"Why, are you shocked by my handsomeness?" Xu Qingyuan looked shameless, not like an old magistrate at all.
"Master, I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." Wen Mu quickly admitted his mistake.
The old magistrate is such a cute little old man, but he is not as showy as this young man.
"Master Wen, what is this?" Xu Qingyuan pointed to the brazier on the ground.
Now that Princess Annan's army is approaching, is it appropriate for you, a bodyguard of Princess Annan, to come here? Aren't you afraid that the Meng family's army will tear you down?
"Do you know me?" Wen Mu looked confused, "The princess asked me to look at this tombstone. If it is like other bones, one day it will appear, whether it is my prince or prince, it can be regarded as a result."
"I said hello to General Mo, and he sent me a soldier."
Wen Mu called the soldier over. He was from the Meng Family Army and everyone knew him well.
"My princess doesn't want to fight, but my uncle, aunt, aunt and brother are missing in your country. I have to show some kind of expression to convince the people."
It's really heartbreaking to think that that little girl, so young, has to lead troops to fight.
"Based on the friendship we had over eating pickled radishes together, you can stay here with peace of mind. No matter what the outcome is, I won't embarrass you."
Xu Qingyuan patted Wen Mu on the shoulder as before.
"Are you really the old magistrate?" Wen Mu was still not sure. How could he become more attractive when we met again?
"Am I old? How old do you think I am?" Xu Qingyuan rolled his eyes at Wen Mu, who was still as speechless as before.
"I'm not old, sir. You look like Pan An, the magistrate. You have a jade tree facing the wind, and you are graceful... you are quite good-looking." Wen Mu quickly flattered you.
When we were at the embankment before, the princess fell ill, and the old magistrate was busy looking for military doctors and delivering food. The princess liked to eat the pickled radish from the old magistrate, and the old magistrate even sent someone back to the county office to get a jar.
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Xu Qingyuan felt happy.
Seeing that Xu Qingyuan was almost successful, Zhuo Yunfan made introductions to Wen Mu and the two princesses.
"I only recently learned that my junior uncle also disappeared in this area 20 years ago. They are also a family of three, and the adopted son is also of that age."
In order to deceive the old magistrate, Princess Yunjin was already married, so the old magistrate was not informed about Ning'an. He only said that Ning Lu was the uncle of Zhuo Yunfan and the little princess.
"Today I brought my fellow junior sister here because I also want to see if the bones can reveal spirits."
Wen Mu had ready-made incense and paper money, and Zhuo Yunfan led everyone to put incense and burn paper on every grave in the cemetery.
Finally, in front of the tomb of a family of three, Zhuo Yunfan and Ning An solemnly knelt down, offered incense and kowtowed.
No matter whether it's Junior Master Uncle or Xian Wang, he can bear this kneeling.
Ning An and Zhuo Yunfan burned paper and chatted with the people in the tomb.
Speaking of finding the orphan of the young uncle, who is now standing tall and graceful, the stone tablets on the left and right sides of the tomb shattered into two piles of rocks with a snap.
Even Zhuo Yunfan and Xu Qingyuan, who had seen the vision twice, were shocked. Not to mention everyone else, they were all frightened. If it weren't for the weakness of their legs, Brother Jin would have run away.
I've heard people say it before, but hearing it and seeing it are completely different feelings.
Everyone is almost certain in their hearts: the tomb in this tomb is not Prince Annan and the Crown Prince, but Ning Lu’s family.
Yun Jin was also frightened and held Ning An in her arms to comfort her.
Zhuo Yunfan kowtowed three times again and promised his junior uncle that he would find out the truth, find Prince Xian, and take good care of his uncle's orphan.
The old magistrate saw Princess Yunjin holding Ning An in distress and worry, and his heart also ached, but he couldn't express it, and he felt even worse.
Wen Mu looked at the two piles of rubble, and he didn't feel lucky in his heart. Even if the tomb was not for King Xian and the prince, but the princess's hairpin was there, they might have died for King Xian and the three of them. So, who wanted to
If you want to kill King Xian, where is King Xian?
Although she had imagined the scenario of her parents' death countless times, Ning An still refused to believe it when the matter was actually before her eyes.
Just two broken tablets couldn't prove that those inside were his parents, but Ning An himself didn't believe this self-deception.
She huddled in her aunt's arms, secretly looking at the lonely grave and the lonely monument in front of the grave. The last remaining hope in her heart was extinguished.
The rapid sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance. Looking from a distance, he was wearing a yellow shirt and he was undoubtedly the Twelve of the Feng family.
Zhuo Yunfan carried Ning An into the carriage and told Fufeng Xiliu to send the two princesses back to the county office first.
When Brother Jin sat on the carriage, his legs were still weak.
Two horses ran close to them. Feng Changle and Shi Ningyu got off their horses.
Looking at the large mass of graves in front of them, the faces of two young men who usually chattered showed a rare seriousness.
The two of them first bowed three times to the cemetery, and then met the two adults.
Not surprisingly, I was confused by the appearance of the old magistrate.
"Sir Zhuo, my brother sent me and you to go to southern Xinjiang."
"We'll go see General Mo Qing and set off."
"Mr. Wen, I need you to look after this place. I will discuss the details with the princess in detail."
When Wen Mu saw Feng Changle for the first time, he hid behind him, not wanting to be noticed by Feng Changle. However, God did not follow his wishes.
As soon as Wen Mu opened his mouth, Feng Changle's sword was placed on his neck.
"It's you." It was an affirmative tone, not a question.
Feng Changle still vividly remembers the man's voice in the rain that day.
"It's me." Wen Mu admitted simply.
He didn't want to be discovered, and he didn't want to cause trouble at this time, but now that he was discovered, he didn't give up.
"Can that medicine really save your emperor?"
"The Imperial Master said it is possible."
"Okay, I understand." Feng Changle used force on his wrist and cut off a strand of Wen Mu's hair. Then he turned around and left.
"Princess, she likes you." Wen Mu shouted at Feng Changle's back.
Feng Changle never looked back.
Zhuo Yunfan: We are going to fight, brother, what's the point of you spreading the dog food first and shaking the morale of our military?
Changan: Is it still okay to spread dog food like this?
Xu Qingyuan: When lovers meet on the battlefield, they are worse off than me.
Shi Ningyu: What should I do?
The five people arrived at Mo Qing's camp in front of the embankment. Mo Qing was ready and waiting for them to arrive.
Zhuo Yunfan asked the old magistrate to take good care of the two princesses. The affairs of Jiangning Mansion were left to him and Feng Ziang.
Xu Qingyuan responded one by one.
Mo Qing led Zhuo Yunfan, Chang'an, Feng Changle, and Shi Ningyu to ride their horses south to join the army, followed by twenty soldiers.
Feng Changle is eighteen years old, with picturesque features, heroic appearance, a sword with a cold light, and a spear like a dragon. He has entered the battlefield for the first time to protect his family and country.
On the opposite side of the battlefield is the sweetheart whom I have longed for.