"Marquis Liao said that you are a smart man and you should know what to do so that General Wei's efforts will not be in vain."
In front of the military formation, a general said to A Liang in the square formation.
A Liang was stunned for a moment, remembering Wei Qing's instructions to him, glanced at Huo Qubing and nodded.
"Someone knows."
"Well, let's get over it."
Hearing what A Liang said, the general turned aside and waved his hand, and the soldiers on both sides sheathed their swords.
"Huo Xiaolang."
Arriving at Huo Qubing's side, A Liang helped him off the horse.
"A Liang, where is my uncle?!"
As soon as he got off the horse, the first thing Huo Qubing asked was the whereabouts of Wei Qing.
A Liang's expression was bitter, and there was mist in his eyes. With a plop, he knelt down in front of Huo Qubing.
"General Wei led the personal guards to stop the enemy, but was defeated and captured. He ordered the entire army to surrender in order to save the lives of all the kings."
"A Liang was incompetent and failed to protect General Wei. After the entire army surrendered, General Wei had no face to face His Majesty and committed suicide on the spot!"
"You're talking nonsense!"
Huo Qubing's eyes were red and he stared at A Liang who was kneeling on the ground.
He couldn't believe that his uncle, who was invincible in his mind, would choose to end like this!
"I don't believe it! You lied to me!"
"I do not believe"
Two lines of clear tears fell from Huo Qubing's face.
He also knew that most of what A Liang said was true, but he really couldn't believe that the uncle who brought him to Chang'an was gone.
The two stood in silence beside the war horse for a long time.
Duguhong and the others left early, leaving the scene to the officers and soldiers of the Liaodong Army who were responsible for guarding the 190,000 surrendered soldiers of the Han Army.
"Uncle him"
I don't know how long it took before Huo Qubing asked again.
A Liang wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and said truthfully: "General Wei's body has been collected by the Marquis of Liao and sent back to Chang'an via post. What will happen depends on how your Majesty arranges it."
"That's it"
Huo Qubing stooped, as if his energy and spirit had been drained away.
He raised his head blankly and looked at the strange city.
He didn't know what to say or how to face it next.
Everything changed in one breath.
His uncle was gone, the general he regarded as his idol had become his enemy, and he was probably captured now.
"He didn't kill me. He just wanted to see me. Take me there."
Huo Qubing looked at a soldier approaching.
The soldier nodded and walked over.
"Mount your horse, General Huo."
Stretching out his hand, the soldier helped Huo Qubing, who was bound by ropes, onto his horse.
After reporting to the general, he led his horse into Liaoning City.
The war horse paced all the way.
Huo Qubing also saw what the city looked like.
Neat streets, spacious pavements, people with swords coming and going, they are talking or laughing, even if they are sweaty and tired, but without exception, everyone is so upward and full of energy to fight.
Along the way, Huo Qubing was surprised to find that he didn't see a decent-looking poor person.
Even though there are people wearing scanty clothes, their bodies are strong and their faces are rosy.
Walk through a series of city gates.
Huo Qubing was taken to a magnificent building complex.
The buildings are majestic and impressive, and the red and white paint embellishes the elegance and practicality of these buildings.
"General Huo, dismount,"
The soldier leading the horse woke up Huo Qubing on the horse.
He stretched out his hand to help him down without any coercion, he just said,
"General Huo, come with me. This is the heart of the city. We're on guard. Please don't do anything inappropriate."
Huo Qubing nodded bitterly. He could be said to be the youngest Guannei Marquis in the Han Dynasty, but now he has become a prisoner.
"Your Majesty, please bring it to me."
In the living room of the City Lord's Mansion, Zhang Qi, who had taken a shower and changed into a green shirt, was tasting this year's new tea leaves.
Unlike the mellowness of black tea, he loves the freshness of green tea.
"Go to the sick boy."
After taking a sip of tea, Zhang Qi nodded and called to Huo Qubing, who was tied up and walked in.
He was filled with anger, but when he saw Zhang Qi, Huo Qubing lowered his head and called him "General." '
"well."
Zhang Qi sighed and waved his hand, and the guards on the left and right stepped forward and untied the rope from Huo Qubing's body.
"The fates play tricks on people, but I am the one who is sorry for being sick."
"sit down."
After entering here, Huo Qubing seemed to have lost his soul and his whole body was numb.
Zhang Qi stood up, walked to his side, and took out the two things Wei Qing gave him before he died.
"My uncle gave it to me before he died. He said it was his mother's jewelry. No matter what I say with it, you will believe it, but I still want to leave the choice to you."
Zhang Qi pushed his hand forward, and he pushed the jewelry and the wooden sign recording the address in front of Huo Qubing.
"Stay or go back is up to you."
"I don't want to tell you that Liu Che is sorry for you, but he is sorry for the people of the world. The people of the Han Dynasty have been devastated in recent years. When you entered the city, you saw the appearance of my city. What I want to do is to let the world Everyone is just like the people of this city and can behave uprightly!"
"you."
"Make your own decision."
Zhang Qi patted Huo Qubing's shoulder, then walked out of the living room door with his hands behind his back.
Before leaving, he also asked the guards inside to come out and closed the door.
Silent space.
Only the faint scent of smoke drifted.
Look at the ornament on the table.
Huo Qubing's eyes were red.
That was his secret with his uncle.
No one in the world knows, not even Liu Che.
"uncle."
"Do you want me to stay?"
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"Come on Qian'er, you'll turn over with just a little effort."
A spacious sofa bed.
Bai Xing, Qing Hua, Hu Twenty, Qing Ling, and Ni Shang were watching a baby who was less than three months old.
The baby is different from the wrinkles on the day he was born. With adequate nutrition, the baby has a rosy complexion and is very cute.
babbling.
Although I can't see clearly yet, I smell a familiar smell and hear a familiar voice.
The baby still giggled non-stop.
One force.
He turned over from his lying position.
The aunties who gathered around him applauded.
"Qian'er is awesome."
"Qian'er is so awesome."
"."
Qing Ling's eyes were full of doting.
Lying on her side next to the baby, Baji kissed the baby's white and tender face.
Maybe I smelled my mother's scent.
The baby became even more active.
Both hands kept grabbing Qing Ling's face.
Don't tell me, it's quite painful for a small person to grab someone.
"hiss."
Qing Ling took a few breaths and took the baby's little hand away angrily. Several claw marks immediately appeared on her pretty face.
"It's so bad. If you get scratched on Wei Niang's face and your father doesn't like Wei Niang, then Wei Niang will spank you."
"Sigh, I don't know when my husband will come back."
Mentioning Zhang Qi, longing and loneliness flashed across Qing Ling's face.
"Ahhhhhh."
(End of chapter)
