"Who is he?!" Ji Qingshang asked, pointing to Liuhuo.
Liuhuo doesn't even have to lift his eyelids.
Jiqingshang's voice made the JIS all notice the flas standing beside the monsoon smoke. However, they were all stunned by the sight. The young man was so handso that even the national master, who was called the most beautiful man in the holy dragon Empire, did not let it go much, but it was a little green. But in a few years, even if the green was gone, it would not be the sa Got a beautiful man.
Ji chieftain's face sank.
"Monsoon smoke, today is the day of your father's burial. How can you make a fool of yourself? But today, how can you bring irrelevant people here? Are you not afraid to disturb your father's sleep? "
Monsoon smoke looked at Jijia's face and mouth funny. She raised her hand, grabbed the fire beside her, and slightly raised her chin. "Irrelevant people? Uncle, what you said is wrong. Xiaoliuhuo is my future husband. Why not send my father today? "
The eyes of jiqingshang are staring out of her eyes. I heard that the monsoon smoke was in Jicheng and Leimin before. Because a small white face tore her face, she didn't speak very well, but Who would have thought that the little white face in people's mouth should be such a disaster to the country and the people?
Although Liuhuo didn 't say a word, he didn' t resist the close of season wind and smoke.
Ji chieftain's mouth slightly twitches. He is speechless when blocked by monsoon smoke.
Can only low curse a "shaless", then no longer pay attention to.
Ji Linglong is a little stunned, and then he thinks that the young man he saw outside the monsoon smoke house that day is right in front of him.
"Father, it's not too early. Let's settle down early." Ji Linglong cos forward to finish the ga.
Ji chieftain snorted coldly, but he didn't dare to be slighted. He nodded with a taut face.
The bodyguard of Ji's family holds Ji's urn and slowly puts it into the tomb that has been dug. At this mont, the surrounding area becos extrely quiet. Ling He and other people are forced to bear the acid in their nostrils, red eyes, looking at the small wooden box and burying their most beloved.
One cup of loess, one inch square box.
No matter how beautiful or how miserable life is, people die like a lamp, and everything disappears at this mont.
When the last handful of earth was covered, the people of Ji's family were just perfunctory for a while, and they were ready to fight back to the mansion. It was sunny and sunny, but now it was covered by dark clouds.
Monsoon smoke, Linghe and other people stood motionless in front of Jiqiao's grave without any intention of leaving. Ji chieftain didn't care about them at all. He called other people directly and left.
The silent cetery is more open now.
Monsoon smoke and a dozen bodyguards stood in front of Jiqiao's grave, looking at the cold stone tablet, I don't know what they were thinking.
"Your Excellency, miss has co to see you off. Have a look..." Ling He, who has endured for a long ti, can't bear the pressure of blocking his heart, and the tears slide down silently.
Other bodyguards, sobbing into a group, but forced to stand up straight.
"Young lady, although your excellency hasn't been ho for a long ti, he will think of you before every war. He said that when he sent the armor back to repair nothing, he would see you." Ling He shakes his lips and looks at the monsoon smoke.
When a general dies in a hundred battles, a strong man returns in ten years.
But here cos a box of ashes
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