The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

Chapter 1097
When I woke up the next day, it was already high in the sun.

The bright morning sun shines through the mottled forests, and a little bit of sunshine falls, which is very comfortable.

Lu Bu woke up from the grave. He drank too much wine last night, and his brain was still a little swollen. He stretched out his hands and gently massaged it to relieve the accumulated fatigue in his brain.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?"

Hu Che'er said softly from the side, he came here early this morning, seeing that Lu Bu was sleeping soundly, so he didn't dare to disturb him all the time.

In the mountains in the morning, it is very cool.

"Gu dreamed about Mr. last night."

Looking at the grave, Lu Bu's eyes were full of nostalgia.

Hu Che'er didn't know what to say, so he stood aside obediently, being the most loyal listener.

"Mr. told me a lot, and I can't remember many of them, but in the end, let me understand." Lu Bu said very calmly. The mania after being drunk last night has dissipated with the wind at this moment, and what is written on his face is only A touch of relief.

"I wanted to have a grand burial for my husband, but considering his temperament, he should be the least fond of these cumbersome ceremonies."

Yesterday's Lu Bu was still thinking of playing a role in the imperial court, bestowing posthumous titles on dramas, having a grand burial, and calling the civil and military capitals of the Manchu Dynasty to come and pay homage.But thinking about it today, maybe the green hills where the bones are buried, plain and plain, is the best destination that Mr. Wang wants.

"Hu Che'er, go and get the shovel."

Lu Bu gave an order.

Hu Che'er didn't know why, so he handed over the shovel.

After Lu Bu took over, he began to shovel the soil beside the cemetery.

Seeing this, Hu Che'er wanted to step forward to help: "Your Majesty, I'll do the physical work. You are a precious person, so how can you do such laborious work?"

"You can just stay by the side, and you don't need to get involved."

Lu Bu directly rejected Hu Che'er, and worked hard.

More and more soil was dug out.

It wasn't until the afternoon when the sun was sinking down the mountain that Lu Bu finally stopped. He dug a big hole four or five feet deep.

Hu Che'er was taken aback by this, and hurriedly persuaded from the side: "Your Majesty, don't be overthinking it! Sir, he will leave as soon as he leaves. You can't let it go, the world is still counting on you!"

Lu Bu was too lazy to talk nonsense with Hu Che'er, so he said angrily: "Stop making noise, you go down the mountain and get my Fang Tian's painted halberd and armor."

Hu Che'er didn't know what it meant, but he didn't dare to disobey Lu Bu, so he took his order and left.

When going up the mountain, there were several figures beside Hu Che'er, Guo Jia, Xu Shu, Sima Yi, Guo Huai, and the mother supported by the two brothers of the Lu family.

"Hu Che'er, who told you to call them here!"

Lu Bu asked in a cold voice with a sullen face.

Hu Che'er had already hid behind them. He was really afraid that Lu Bu would have bad thoughts, so he invited Guo Jia and the others to come up the mountain.

"Father, you can't let it go! If you are really aggrieved, fight me again." Lu Xiao said bluntly, he always spoke like this, and he would not beat around the bush.

"My lord, my condolences."

"Xizhi has just left, and the grief in the heart of the lord is inevitable. But the dead have passed away, and the living, please live well." Guo Jia untied the wine gourd around his waist and stroked it gently. Years ago, Xi Zhicai gave him a gift.

Now that the old man has passed away, he can only see things and think about others.

Hearing the words of comfort from several people, Lu Bu felt warm in his heart, and at the same time said very firmly: "Don't worry, I will not die. My husband and I have been working together for many years, and we are in the current situation. If I die right here, it would be disrespectful to my husband. I will live well and live with all the hopes of my husband!"

After hearing this, everyone finally felt relieved.

"Then why do you ask me to use Fang Tian's painted halberd and armor?" Hu Che'er was very puzzled by this.

Lu Bu replied: "Sir, it must be very lonely to sleep here alone, so I am going to make a real body out of clay, put on armor, and bury it in the ground to protect Mr...."

It turned out to be the case.

Everyone was stunned, so they followed along to help.

The men were sweating profusely, and Yan Wei, who was not as strong as them, knelt in front of the grave. She took out the Buddhist scriptures and recited them softly, hoping to comfort the soul of her husband who had been buried in the ground.

After two days of hard work, a pottery figurine with the same height as Lu Bu was finally made. He is wearing a battle armor and holding a painting halberd.

Several people saw the terracotta figurines put into the coffin, then carried them slowly into the grave pit, and then waved their shovels together, filled it with soil, and pounded it into a small bag of soil.

In front of the soil bag, Lu Bu also carved a tombstone for himself, which read: The tomb of Lu Bu, the centurion of the frontier border of the Han Dynasty.

When everything was done, Lu Bu issued an order to evict the guests: "Things here have come to an end, and I don't need you for the time being. I have been busy for several days, and everyone is sleepless. You are also tired. It's time to go back and rest. up.

For the next few days, please don't bother me, just let me spend some time alone with my husband!
I really want to worship, and please come again later. "

Everyone was familiar with Lu Bu's temperament. Once he made a decision, he could rarely change it, so they didn't insist on staying here, and said goodbye to Lu Bu one after another.

"Father, please take care of your health, my son will wait for you to come back." Lu Zhuan said pleadingly.

Looking at his son who was still pale, Lu Bu felt guilty. He put his hand on his son's shoulder and apologized very earnestly: "Zhuan'er, what happened that day was because of my father's fault."

Lu Zhuan just shook his head.

Afterwards, Lu Bu called Guo Jia and told him: "By the way, Feng Xiao, after you go back, remember to write a letter for me to tell Bo Fu, Mr. likes white cherry blossoms the most, tell him to go to the place called 'Wo'. Take some back from the place, and I will plant it here."

Guo Jia nodded in response.

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Soon, it was Jingzhe.

On the day of Awakening of Insects, it rained cats and dogs, and the rain has not stopped since the night.

In the mountains and fields, Lu Bu was wearing plain clothes for guarding the spirit, and knelt in front of the grave. The pouring rain wet his cheeks and wet the black hair on the top of his head.

Even though it was raining cats and dogs, he never moved a bit.

Behind him, there were footsteps.

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb anyone?"

Lu Bu didn't turn his head, his voice was filled with frost, and his heart was full of irritability.

The person who came did not make a sound, but just walked over with an umbrella, covering Lu Bu from the rain that fell from the sky.

clap clap clap!

The heavy rain fell on the umbrella surface, and a series of notes sounded.

Lu Bu didn't appreciate it, he was in a very bad mood at the moment, and when he turned around to scold him, he found that the woman holding the umbrella for him was already drenched.

"Husband, it's time to go home."

She spoke softly, as tenderly as she has been all these years.

In the torrential rain.

This powerful man, no longer the domineering and powerful man he used to be, is now like a child who has lost his best playmate, leaning his wet-haired head on his wife's waist, wailing loudly.

"Wei Niang, sir, sir...he's gone!"

Tears and rain, rolling down.

(End of this chapter)