The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 813 Killing Husband and Proving the Way 28
"Old man, this is my territory, you can move around as you like in the future."

There was a smile on the corner of the young boy's mouth. He was well-dressed and well-behaved. He was well-bred.

Qing Le stared at him for a while, then raised her eyes to look around, the tidy yard, bright and clean windows, a few pots of precious peonies under the porch, a bamboo rockery planted in the corner, and a few tall servants standing outside the yard.

She lowered her head, the purple fabric was well cut...it was a good fabric that had never been worn.

"it is good."

she heard herself say.

The corner of the boy's mouth turned up when he heard the words: "But are you hungry? Ah Cheng, serve the food."

The servant named 'A Cheng' responded with a high voice, and walked out quickly. After a while, seven or eight servant girls came into the courtyard one by one with dishes, wiped their hands, served dishes, and served everything meticulously.

So far, Qingle has lived here.

The teenager is busy with homework, and spends most of his time studying various things, from once a day to once every half a month.

Qing Le doesn't care, she is the old woman brought back by the young master of the Hou's mansion, she eats and drinks every day, and is served by maids, so don't live too comfortably until one day——

"Grandma, I'm leaving."

"But don't worry, even if I'm not here, they will take care of you."

He didn't know that she had a long lifespan and could consume his many grandchildren to the end.

"I just don't know...whether I was still here at that time."

Thirteen-fourth year young man, dressed in royal blue robes, with sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a high nose bridge, already has the appearance of an adult... Qing Le looked up at him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"what?"

The young man froze for a moment, then pursed his lips and smiled: "Frontier."

"Grandma, are you concerned about me? Don't worry, although it is said that the generals of the Yue Kingdom are brave and good at fighting, and the soldiers are also exceptionally mighty - but my Cang Yue Kingdom is not weak, and I have also learned martial arts, so I will definitely not lose my life easily. "

Having said that, but the enemy is strong and we are weak, this trip will probably never return.

The young man smiled and said, "Grandma, you have to eat on time and listen to the maid, so you can live a long life."

In late autumn, the autumn air is crisp, a cool breeze blows, and the bamboo forest in the corner makes a "rustling" sound. The maids and servants all lower their heads and guard their positions. Beside the stone table in the courtyard, there are old and young, white clouds and dogs.

A few days later, the son of the Hou family left the house, and the wife of the Hou family fainted in front of the door.

Generals die in a hundred battles, and strong men return in ten years.

The battle between Liang State and Cang Yue State lasted for five years. At the beginning, the Hou Mansion could still receive letters from the young master, but gradually there were fewer and fewer, and there was no news at all, until... the news of the defeat came.

"Cangyue Kingdom has been defeated."

"Master Cang Yue wrote a letter of surrender."

"Cangyue Kingdom merged into Liang Kingdom and became its affiliated city."

The Hou's mansion plummeted, his title weakened, and he became an ordinary commoner.

Naturally, Qing Le and everyone in the Hou's Mansion were kicked out of the Hou's Mansion. People in the Hou's Mansion did not welcome her as an old woman, so she had no choice but to leave.

Miss Hou Fu hesitated: "Mother, after all, the elder brother saved the person, so you..."

"How about me? What did I do wrong? You still think our family is the same as before, with endless glory and wealth! An old beggar, maybe your eldest brother was restrained by her! Bad luck!"

Without wealth, Mrs. Hou's mansion simply broke the pot and smashed it, regardless of her image.

The sky is cloudless, and pedestrians are in a hurry on the official road.

Qing Le went out of the city and headed west on crutches. When she was thirsty, she drank from the stream, and when she was hungry, she went to the mountains to find wild fruits. When she met a good man, she offered her a bite of food. She took it and ate it without saying a word, saying: " Thank you."

After eating, he continued on the road, which caused the well-meaning people to be taken aback for a while.

Mountains, rivers, all the way over mountains and ridges, I don't know how long I walked, when Qingle stopped, I saw a vast expanse in front of me.

The sky is dark blue, with thick clouds piled up in the sky, the outlines of the trees are pitch black, and the weeds in the wilderness in the distance are rustled by the strong wind.

Leaning on crutches, Qing Le walked over with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

The wind was so strong that it messed up her old cloak, her thin rod-like legs were stretched out, and a thick layer of calluses formed on the soles of her shoesless feet... Passing the boundary marker, she came to the mass grave.

quack--

Crows are circling in the sky, and vultures are standing on dense white bones.

Qing Le walked and watched, from dark to dawn, I don't know how long it took, and finally found a white bone buried in the mud by the river, a hole was dug into the head, and a black rope was attached to the wrist bone.

The black rope is mixed with soil, and you can't see it unless you look carefully. It has been torn due to the wind and sun.

Qing Le picked up a leg bone next to it, and dug beside it, dug a shallow hole, put the bone in, and covered it with soil.

After covering, wash your hands in the nearby river, get up and leave.
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A hundred years is not long or short.

Like a baby, from the age of drooping temples to the age of old age, and then to the completion of the coffin, this is considered a long life.

Some people are not, such as Qingle who is very old at the beginning of a hundred years, is dying, and will still be very old and lingering after a hundred years; there are also people who are different, dying at the temples, or dying with a crown, often standing out of the house.

Qing Le witnessed the young man die before her eyes again and again.

Beggars, servants, official heirs, prostitutes, princes and grandchildren... Moths rushed to the fire and died calmly.

Xihe: "..."

She really didn't expect this to happen.

She just gave Qing Le this respect, and she never intervened in the rest.

Qing Le lifted her old eyelids, stared at her coldly, and said hoarsely, "I remember you, little girl."

Xihe was silent for a moment, the hundred-year period had come, she gathered energy in her hand, and slapped Qingle's head, a steady stream of spiritual energy rushed into Qingle's sea of ​​consciousness, only to hear a crisp sound of 'ding', and the invisible barrier disappeared.

boom--

The spiritual power surged, and the space turbulent.

Xihe's eyesight was sharp, and she quickly put down the barrier, and looked at Qingle, only to see her aura rising steadily.

Swah,
Open your eyes.

Xihe pursed her lips and stood there.

The shabby clothes turned into snow-white robes, the layers of white hair turned black, and hung softly behind her back, and the old skin gradually returned to smoothness... A hundred years passed, and scenes flashed before my eyes.

thump,
Qing Le knelt on the ground with one knee, clutching her heart.

Intense emotions pounded her mind, the meat bun, the rejecting hand—the number one scholar who had been beheaded not long ago.

click

Papa papa, strings of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and dripped on the ground.

Qing Le closed her eyes fiercely: "It's all him, right? He's the beggar, he's the little general, he's the number one scholar... Shangshen is really good, Qing Le can't do it."

Xihe shook her head: "Whether you believe it or not, except for my appearance, I have not interfered with anything else."

She is free to fart, to do these things?
"Is it."

Qing Le took a deep breath, wiped her face, and smiled: "It's been a hundred years, can God figure out how to deal with Qing Le?"

Even so, her face was full of sarcasm. She obviously didn't believe Xihe's words. Xihe was a little speechless, but she didn't have the heart to talk too much with her now, and said directly: "Since the time is up, you can go."

Qing Le was taken aback: "You let me go?"

(End of this chapter)