Qin Chuan laughed loudly, his heart falling to pieces.
He stood up and walked to the two of them and held their heads.
The two of them were not as tall as him, so they could only bear it passively. They did not resist and allowed Qin Chuan to hold him.
For four years, no one could understand how deep the relationship between them was.
Four years of relying on each other made them have each other's shadow in their minds at all times, and their mutual dependence was engraved in their hearts.
Even if the color of heaven and earth changes, they will not change anything. Maybe one day they will have to be hostile, and whoever instigates them will regret it.
This scene made Wei Zheng feel a lot of emotions.
The door of the heavenly prison opened, and the three war gods walked out of the cage. It was determined that no one in the world could defeat Li Shimin.
The world is like a chess game, and Wei Zheng has already seen the end.
The God of War who ascended first was not someone who was blown away, he was someone who was killed, standing on the tower with his feet on the bones.
After a long time, the three of them separated.
Put the sheep on the document.
The guard came in carrying the wine jar, put it down and left.
The old man consciously bit the scone and took the soup bowl to the side. Wei Zheng followed the old man and squatted in the corner to eat.
The three of them sat cross-legged around the document. They didn't understand Confucian ethics.
No need to talk, just drink one bowl after another.
An hour later, Wang and Sun were carried away by the guards.
Wei Zheng and the old man worked together to lift Qin Chuan to bed.
Qin Chuan suddenly sat up after lying down.
He walked to a corner and squatted down with his eyes closed, and fell asleep.
“Wild boars can’t eat fine chaff!”
The old man laughed and cursed and draped the goose down quilt behind Qin Chuan.
"Mr. Wei, please rest. The old man has to go home."
The old man took the leg of lamb left for him by the three people and left.
Wei Zheng was a little envious of the old man because he would be blessed in the future.
early morning.
Qin Chuan got up early to adapt to the new life and wiped his furniture with linen cloth.
"you are boring?"
Wei Zheng looked at Qin Chuan who was busy going back and forth and said.
"It's not bad. The three of us used to keep each other company, but now that I'm alone, of course I have to find something to do."
Qin Chuan kept moving.
Several jailers walked to the door, their heads lowered and fists clenched.
Qin Chuan stood up and looked at everyone.
"Where's the old man?"
Qin Chuan felt that something bad had happened. The old man was usually the first one to come over. Why didn't he come today?
The jailer said nothing.
Qin Chuan was anxious and his eyes were bloodshot.
"You guys talk, where is the old man?"
Wei Zheng stood up.
"Don't be impatient. Please explain in detail what's going on."
Wei Zheng reassured Qin Chuan and looked at the jailer. He was a human spirit and had guessed that something must have happened to the old man.
"The old man was killed!"
The jailer said with a cry.
Qin Chuan felt like the sky was falling and fell to the ground.
Wei Zheng sighed, it was his fate.
"The old man was hit to death by that guard."
Another jailer yelled and looked at Qin Chuan with tears streaming down his face.
Qin Chuan took a deep breath, stood up with the document in one hand, and fell down again.
Standing up again, Wei Zheng wanted to help him, but Qin Chuan glanced at him.
Wei Zheng's hair stood on end, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his cold eyes piercing his heart.
Qin Chuan fell down three times and stood up three times.
He walked to the bed and picked up the old shoes the old man gave him. He walked to the corner and squatted down looking at the old shoes in a daze.
An hour later, Qin Chuan put on his old shoes and got up and walked to the cell door.
"You can't go out. If you go out now, you are escaping from prison. This is a capital crime."
Wei Zheng hurriedly dissuaded him.
Several jailers heard Wei Zheng's voice and ran over.
"We can't let him out of jail."
Wei Zheng said.
The jailer knew that Wei Zheng was trying to save someone, so he blocked the prison door.
"Where is the old man?"
Qin Chuan said with a cold tone.
"Home."
one of them replied.
Qin Chuan stroked the wooden fence that had imprisoned him for four years and exerted force.
"Crack." The wooden fence broke like chopsticks.
Wei Zheng's eyes widened. Is this the first to become the God of War?
No wonder the reward of ten thousand gold and the title of a thousand households is worth it.
Qin Chuan took a step forward, and several jailers hugged Qin Chuan's waist.
"You can't go out. You have just lived a good life and can go home soon. Go back quickly and we will bury the old man properly."
One of the jailers shouted.
Qin Chuan shook his head.
"I said I would bury the old man after he dies!"
Qin Chuan pushed slightly with both hands, and several people fell to the ground. In front of Qin Chuan, they were almost like children.
Qin Chuan stepped out of the door.
The soldiers guarding the prison rushed towards Qinchuan.
Qin Chuan casually picked up a thin stick that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl and waved it a few times.
"boom."
The soldier who rushed in front of Qin Chuan was knocked down with one blow.
All the soldiers watched in horror as Qin Chuan no longer dared to charge. The horizontal thrust in the cell weighed a hundred kilograms and he could swing it with one hand. How strong was he?
"Come on, you will be exempted from punishment after you fall, and I will not hurt your lives."
Qin Chuan said expressionlessly.
The soldiers looked at each other and pretended to rush to Qin Chuan to give him a slap. They fell to the ground and never got up again.
All soldiers fell to the ground.
Qin Chuan threw away the thrust in his hand and bent down with his hands clasped in fists.
"Thank you everyone."
Qin Chuan strode away.
The soldiers still didn't get up, and neither did the jailers.
The later they informed Qin Chuan, the more chance they would have to leave.
Qin Chuan followed the route the jailer told him and came to the old man's house.
A small courtyard with one acre of land and two thatched houses.
Qin Chuan's eyes were red and he walked into the courtyard with heavy steps.
Push the door open.
A girl of about ten years old stood in front of Qin Chuan with open arms. She was wearing clothes embroidered with patches and a red headband tied on her head. She was very new.
With big red eyes, he stared at Qin Chuan fiercely.
"My grandpa is dead. Go away and don't disturb my grandpa."
The girl had tears in her eyes as she spoke.
Qin Chuan squatted down.
"My name is Qin Chuan."
Qin Chuan wanted to touch the girl's face, but the girl turned away.
Suddenly, the girl looked at Qin Chuan in surprise.
Grandpa often talks about Qin Chuan to her, and last night he even asked her to be Qin Chuan's wife.
The girl threw herself into Qin Chuan's arms.
"Brother Qin and grandpa are dead."
The girl cried sadly.
Qin Chuan shed tears.
He picked up the girl and walked into the thatched cottage.
There was a simple wooden bed, and the old man was lying quietly on it.
Qin Chuan put down the girl, walked to the old man and knelt down.
"Old man, I'll bury you!"
Qin Chuan kowtows, and the girl imitates Qin Chuan and kowtows.
"Come on, let's bury grandpa."
Qin Chuan said, holding the girl's hand and walking out of the thatched cottage.
He picked a spot in the yard that he thought was the best and started digging.
Digging holes in cold weather is very difficult.
It was getting dark and Qinchuan finally dug the hole.
"Walk."
Qin Chuan took the girl's hand and walked down the street.
"Where is the coffin shop?"
Qinchuan Road.
The girl points in a direction.
Qin Chuan picked up the girl and walked towards the coffin pavilion.
Come to the coffin shop.
The coffin shop is closed.
Qin Chuan kicked him away.
"I want a coffin."
This kick shocked everyone so much that they didn't dare to move.
The door of the coffin shop is very strong. It was kicked open, one can only imagine how strong the person was.
"I want a coffin."
Qin Chuan shouted again when he didn't hear the answer.
The shopkeeper bent down and ran away long ago, and the remaining craftsmen looked at Qin Chuan blankly.
Qin Chuan put the girl down and walked to the coffin to choose a coffin to carry.
Holding the coffin on his shoulder with one hand, he took the girl's hand and left.
Return to the small courtyard and put the old man in the coffin.
"Old man, don't stir up trouble. I don't have time to make you pretend to be old. You can make do with it because it's warm inside the coffin."
Qin Chuan hugged the girl and glanced at the old man one last time.
Close the coffin lid and hammer in the coffin nails.
Buried.
A new grave was soon buried.
The two knelt at the grave and kowtowed.
"Do you remember what those people look like?"
Qin Chuan stood up and picked up the girl.
"Remember."
The girl nodded heavily. Those people knocked down Grandpa on horseback and then went to the thatched house to confirm whether Grandpa was dead. They laughed and left after confirming that Grandpa was dead.
