Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 210 Wulang is still here, which is a bit of comfort...

"Warrior?" Huo Shixun groaned, "No matter how your identity changes, never forget your identity as a Dongling warrior. As long as you keep your identity as a warrior, you will never lose your true heart."

He seemed to be saying this to Bai Mingwei, but in fact it was just his emotion when he heard Bai Mingwei mention the word "warrior".

After saying that, he looked at Bai Mingwei and asked lightly: "Is there anything else?"

Bai Ming raised her face slightly, and the bright skylight outside the window shone on the tips of her eyebrows. Her sassy look reflected the snow: "General, Mingwei may be more related to salt. He has discovered a mineral deposit that is very rich in salt, and it has not yet been discovered." Being mined.”

Huo Shixun fell into silence, with a slightly complicated look on his face. After pondering for a moment, he said quietly: "This matter will be handled by this general. It's none of your business. Go down."

Bai Mingwei knew that discovering salt mines was a good thing.

However, the huge benefits associated with the salt mine will involve many incidents.

General Huo's complicated expression must be because he is troubled by having to deal with the complicated relationships behind the salt mine.

Seeing Huo Shixun driving people away impatiently, she respectfully withdrew.

outside the house.

The world is covered in silver.

The heavy snow shows no sign of letting up. The clouds are pressing down and the sky is getting darker.

Bai Mingwei suppressed his joy at the fact that the Bai family's army would have brand-new armaments, and walked towards the mourning hall holding an umbrella.

mourning hall.

Pale white soul-calling flags fluttered in the crowded room, and the biting cold wind penetrated through the carved windows, blowing up the firelight and ashes and confusing people's eyes.

Everyone in the Bai family had already gathered in the mourning hall, looking mournful.

Yu Jiao cried until her eyes were red and her tears seemed to have run out. Everyone knelt beside her silently and kept throwing paper money into the brazier.

Bai Mingwei respectfully placed three sticks of incense, threw some paper money into the brazier and left silently.

General Huo has already reached an agreement. Next, there are still manpower to stay in Pingcheng to watch the mourning, and a detailed list of armaments needs to be submitted. She can't have any delay.

Bai Mingwei was busy until nightfall.

After submitting the list to Huo Shixun, she immediately informed everyone of her return to Yao Cheng in two days and explained her arrangements to everyone.

After doing all this, Bai Mingwei could sit down and have something to eat.

After taking a sip of porridge, the frown between her brows seemed to deepen.

It was obvious that the day was as busy as usual, but for some reason, she felt deserted today.

The light flickered as she held the porridge bowl and fell into deep thought.

What is this feeling of desolation for?

Is it because there is no frivolous and noisy person who can bring the food to her mouth in time?
Bai Ming sighed slightly and suddenly lost her appetite. She put the bowl on the table and raised her eyes to look out the window.

Through the cracks in the window, snowflakes can be seen falling.

Sparsely falling on the red plum, covering the beautiful and cool color of the flower tree.

There seemed to be a slight ripple in her eyes, and there was clearly a trace of worry in it: "I don't know how Feng Qingchen is doing. I'm going on a snowy night, so don't be frozen by the snow."

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at the same time.

Bai Weiyong also received the second letter from Frontier.

The old prime minister's eyesight is getting worse.

The study was brightly lit and candles were lit everywhere, but he still couldn't read the contents of the letter clearly.

He handed the letter to Qingbai: "Come and read it for me."

Qingbai's eyes glanced at the content of the letter, but in the next moment, he covered his lips, his voice trembling with excitement: "Prime Minister, you are alive... the fifth young master is still alive... the fifth young master is still alive!"

Even he couldn't believe it. He held the letter and repeated it over and over again.He is no longer young, and his body is thin and thin.

When he saw the news clearly, his whole body shook violently.

"What?" Bai Weiyong couldn't believe his ears. He stood up and snatched the letter from Qingbai's hand, and held it under the lamp to confirm carefully.

However, he couldn't see anything clearly. In his eyes, the words on the letter were just black dots.

He rubbed his eyes anxiously, suddenly opened the lampshade, and held the letter under the candlelight.

The candle spit out a few drops of hot wax and dripped on the back of his withered hand. As if he didn't notice it, he held the letter tremblingly and refused to let go.

"I'm so useless...so useless!" The old man was worried.

Although he rubbed his eyes desperately and held the letter to the brightest place, he still couldn't see anything clearly. In his eyes, the family letters worth thousands of dollars were all messy black spots.

"I'm really useless... I can't see clearly, I still can't see clearly, I can't see a word clearly." The old man was so anxious that he almost cried.

He reluctantly placed the letter closest to the candlelight and confirmed it over and over again. Until his hand was covered with hot wax, he still stubbornly refused to let go.

Qingbai was heartbroken. He squeezed those old hands and pulled them away from the candlelight: "Master, let me do the work for you."

In fact, Qingbai knew that the prime minister, who had been strong and strong all his life, had already been crushed by the eleven blood-stained letters. The prime minister, who had been vigorous and resolute all his life, lost his strength after losing his children and grandchildren.

Today, he is just an ordinary old man, a sad man who has lost his children and grandchildren.

Therefore, Qingbai could understand why the Prime Minister had such a seemingly crazy reaction. For this reason, he felt more and more distressed and asked again: "Master Prime Minister, let me do the work for you."

Bai Weiyong fell down on the chair exhausted.

He has been unable to read words at night for many years, but he has never been as helpless and desperate as he is today.

It's really useless!
Even if you want to read the family letters with your own eyes, it’s impossible.

Qingbai read the letter again from beginning to end. He suddenly knelt down in front of his master and burst into tears: "Prime Minister, the eldest lady has led her family to Yinshan to pick up everyone's bones and bury them."

"Because I didn't see the bones of the Fifth Young Master and the Seventh Young Master, the eldest lady went to search again and found the surviving Fifth Young Master. You heard me right, the Fifth Young Master is still alive, he is still alive..."

Bai Weiyong opened his eyes wide and choked several times: "Are you telling the truth? Don't lie to me..."

He still couldn't believe it, even what Qingbai, who had followed him for decades, said.

At this moment, he was just an ordinary and frightened old man. He hated himself for being blinded so early that he could not confirm the news personally.

Qingbai burst into tears and almost shouted: "Master Xiang! The bones of several masters have been picked up and buried, but the fifth son, he was not sacrificed, he is still alive!"

Qingbai raised his voice and emphasized hoarsely: "Master Xiang, the Fifth Young Master is still alive!"

"It's good to be alive...to be alive..." Bai Weiyong murmured, his voice was desolate and old. This old man who had been all-powerful all his life lost his cool after confirming the news.

His face turned red with excitement, his lips were slightly open, and he was speechless for a long time.

After a long time, two lines of tears fell from his cloudy eyes: "Mingwei...is indeed my good granddaughter!"

Perhaps he was too emotional, and this frail old man actually covered his face with his sleeves and burst into tears.

"O ancestors! Overnight, news came that the eleventh son of the Bai family had sacrificed his life for the country and died in battle."

"O ancestors and ancestors... Overnight, the backbone of my family, the Bai family, collapsed, and I lost my bones and blood and was in pain. I didn't expect that things would turn around and God would spare my life, Wu Lang!"

"My ancestors... I have been worthy of the great trust of the two late emperors in my life, and I can hold my head high in front of them even after death. However, I am ashamed of the ancestors of the Bai family. After I die, I have no shame to be buried in the Bai family's ancestral grave." !”

After a long time, he supported the table and stood up tremblingly, with tears in his eyes: "Now that Wu Lang is still here, I have a little comfort... Even if I die, I won't have so many regrets."

The old man stretched out his hands, which had become withered due to old age, like two dry firewood sticks, and were still shaking slightly.

He choked up several times, but shed tears of joy: "I, Bai Weiyong, have relied on these hands to create my whole life. I don't believe in God or Buddha, I only believe in myself!"

"But at this moment, I just want to sigh, God has eyes, he has left me a Wulang, and left a Wulang for our Bai family, the sky has eyes... The late emperor bless! The sky has eyes... The late emperor bless …The sky has eyes!”

(End of this chapter)