Feng Luo smiled, smiling so happily, like a child.
He believed in Chu Qing, believed in Tao Ruolin, believed in Fu San, and also believed in Jiang Yuesheng.
The laughter is getting louder and louder, more and more joyful.
Feng Luo smiled, stood up, walked step by step, and sat on the stool, still smiling.
The laughter gradually became smaller. Feng Luo seemed a little cold and his body curled up slightly.
The laughter disappeared, Feng Luo slowly closed his eyes, and his chest, which was constantly rising and falling, gradually calmed down.
Chu Qing looked shocked, and a scarred arm pulled him.
An old servant of the British government, a one-armed old servant.
"Master Chu, Marshal, I'm just tired. Take a rest."
The old servant was very respectful, with tears in his eyes: "Commander, I haven't had such a solid rest in a long time."
Feng Luo had indeed fallen asleep. He had stayed up for a long time. He was no lighter than the border troops far away at the border. His body was already a little rickety and he had endured too much.
Chu Qing will go to the border to make the fat and strong Feng Luo feel at ease.
The old man was so tired that he immediately fell asleep after getting a promise. He just sat on the stool, curled up and fell asleep.
Chu Qing took off his fox fur, stepped forward, and gently covered the old commander's body.
The snoring was very light. Feng Luo was like a dying old man. No, he was a dying old man, an old man who should not have to bear what he had to endure.
The pink rabbit ears hang on the old man's shoulders, which is a bit funny.
Jiang Yuesheng, always the most rational person, looked at Chu Qing with a look of deep shame on his face.
Chu Qing sighed silently and came to the door. Others followed, leaving only the one-armed old servant in the main hall. He closed the door to avoid being blown by the cold wind.
"grown ups…"
Jiang Yuesheng called out softly, his face turned red and hot.
"Go ahead."
Chu Qing nodded: "Tell it truthfully, without missing a word. Those letters were conveyed to the emperor without missing a word."
The imperial court was already in operation, and the entire country was in operation, preparing for war.
But all of this, all of it, is false. For a lofty goal, a belief, and an inheritance, under the baton of the old commander, the border army deceived everyone, the common people, the monarchs and ministers, everyone.
Chu Qing knew that Feng Luo was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of anything but losing his soul.
But he also knew that Feng Luo would die.
Even if this old commander devoted his whole life to the country and guarded the country's gates, he would still die.
This is no longer deceiving the emperor, but a crime that is not recorded in Changlu. This crime is not treason, rebellion, or rebellion, but it makes the entire court and the entire country busy. The entire country is like
A frightened bird.
Even the most generous emperor in history would not tolerate this kind of thing.
Chu Qing sat on the cold steps.
Looking up at Tao Ruolin, Chu Qing's voice was full of pleading: "You are the smartest person I have ever met. Is there any other way? Any way will do. Find a way. You must be able to find a way."
Tao Ruolin also sat down, bending over and lying on Chu Qing's lap. She couldn't look directly into Chu Qing's pleading eyes.
Chang Chengyou was merciful. Even if he killed many people and used many bloody methods, Chang Chengyou was the emperor after all. Tao Ruolin had no way to save Feng Luo's life.
Tao Ruolin knew that this scene had come to an end. If it did not end, a steady stream of food, grass and troops would be transferred to the border, and the country would continue to bleed and weaken.
Now that it's over, someone has to pay the price, and that person must be Feng Luo. Chang Chengyou can let Feng Luo go, but the emperor cannot do this.
Jiang Yuesheng also sat down and sat next to Chu Qing.
"At dawn, please enter the palace again."
This is the only thing Jiang Yuesheng can do. He would rather the emperor not be able to sleep tonight, would rather he be scolded and even stripped off his official robe, just so that the old commander can sleep peacefully, Zhongzhou, the monarchs, ministers, people, all
Everyone owes Lao Shuai a peaceful sleep.
The sky will always dawn. There are too many unfair things in this world. The only thing that is fair is time.
Time will pass minute by minute, and it will not speed up because of the ugliness of the aristocratic family and courtiers, nor will it stand still because of a tired person.
The time of Mao is coming.
Mao Shi is also known as the beginning of the day, dawn, and rising sun. The door of the main hall was pushed open, and Feng Luo was wearing a white fox fur and ridiculous rabbit ears on his head.
Chu Qing stood up quickly, and Feng Luo had a smile on his face, a deep smile.
"I've never been in a carriage in my life, old man."
After opening his mouth, Feng Luo took long strides, his pace was very fast, as if his body was a little lighter.
Yes, in the past, every step Feng Luo took was very slow and steady, and sometimes hesitant.
It was as if every step was difficult to make, and every step was burdened with too much unbearable weight, which would crush the old man's back at any time.
At this moment, the old man's body felt very light, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off him.
Yes, Feng Luo is so light that he wants to die in the palace.
At this time, the old commander no longer had any worries. He believed in Chu Qing and this young man who had created so many miracles.
Because I believe, I go to death lightly and lightly.
Chu Qing has taken over his mission. As for the mission of the soul, this young man will definitely let the soul be passed down from generation to generation. The border army will be victorious.
Chu Qing did not enter the carriage, but drove the carriage himself, inspected the horses, and dispersed.
The one-armed old servant handed a letter and a bundle to Fu San.
In the letter is the hiding place of Wu Wang Chang Chengke, and in the baggage is the art of war, learned by the Feng family, and Feng Luo's lifelong efforts.
The palace door had not yet opened, and Chu Qing did not get out of the car. He took out Qianqiying's badge and asked the guards to open the palace door.
He could walk into the palace, but he didn't want the old man in the carriage to walk in the cold wind and snow.
The imperial guard was in a dilemma and wanted to inform Sun An. Jiang Yuesheng stopped the imperial guard and entered the palace alone. Tao Ruolin left because she did not want to see Chang Chengyou.
The fourth prince promised too many things at the beginning, but up to now, he has not fulfilled any of them.
Tao Ruolin, fearing that her last hope for the emperor would disappear, took Bihua and left.
Chu Qing kept urging. He was also afraid that the temperature of the brazier in the carriage was getting lower and that Feng Luo's old body would suffer from the cold again.
Time passed minute by minute, actually only a quarter of an hour, but Chu Qing was suffering so much that it felt extremely long.
He is willing to give everything, everything, as long as the emperor lets Feng Luo go, he is willing to do anything.
Sun An came with a large group of guards, but Jiang Yuesheng did not come out.
The old eunuch, with an expressionless face, opened the car door himself, and the old handsome fell asleep again, as if he didn't get enough sleep.
Yes, the world owes Feng Luo so much. Such an old man should rest until the end of time. No one has the right to disturb him.
Chu Qing quickly jumped out of the carriage, his face gloomy.
"Carriage is not allowed into the palace?"
Sun An shook his head gently: "The carriage is not allowed to enter the palace."
"What did the emperor say?"
"The Emperor said so."
"Open the palace door."
Sun An was indifferent: "Commander Chu, please come back."
"Please come back?"
"The emperor said, you can just bring the people here. The commander-in-chief of Chu is busy with official duties, so go back. The emperor, I only see the British Duke."
"oh."
Chu Qing returned to the carriage expressionlessly, pulled the reins, and turned the horse's head.
Like a ghost, Sun An flashed and stopped in front of the army horse. He did not look at Chu Qing, but lowered his head. The horse stopped moving forward.
"Commander, I am busy with official duties." Chu Qing grabbed the riding whip and said with a gloomy expression, "There is no one in the carriage, get out of here!"