Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 362: The mink is not guilty, but the fur is guilty.

After resting one night in Pingcheng, it was just dawn the next day. Bai Mingwei invited the spiritual tablets of his father, uncle, and brother to the carriage, and prepared to leave with the carriage.

Guards were left behind to guard the remains parked in Pingcheng.

She didn't want to attract attention, so she kept a low profile when she entered Pingcheng.

But she didn't know how the news was leaked. When the carriage left the residence and merged along the alley into the street, the scene in front of her left her speechless.

But I saw people standing silently on both sides of the street, each holding an umbrella in their hands.

Under the clear sky with no rain or snow, every umbrella was opened.

They just held their umbrellas and watched the carriage drive without anyone saying a word.

The little white ferret revealed its head from Feng Qingchen's arms and babbling. Feng Qingchen pushed its head back and explained to Bai Mingwei in a warm voice.

"During folk funerals, umbrellas are prepared for the deceased so that they will no longer suffer from wind, rain, sun and rain. This is probably the most gentle protection."

Bai Ming looked at the spiritual tablets placed on the horizontal chair and fell into silence.

Father, uncle, and brother have the deepest bond with this city, and this city has never forgotten their sacrifices. If people have souls in heaven, they will be more gratified, right?
Because the carriage was filled with spiritual tablets, the people did not disturb them and silently watched the carriage leave with umbrellas in their hands.

Where the carriage passed, people slowly knelt down, but the umbrellas in their hands were never closed, as if they were using this method to build a path where the deceased could safely go on the road.

When the carriage was about to leave the city, several old men stopped in front of the carriage and slowly knelt down: "Girl, Qiang City is a long way away, and we can't go with you to witness this hard-won victory."

"These ten umbrellas are your thoughts. I hope they can escort the souls of your relatives to Qiang City safely."

"The eldest lady has completed what the generals and young masters have not finished for them. I believe they will be as happy as the big guys when they see the return of Qiang City with their own eyes."

Bai Mingwei stepped out of the carriage and held ten umbrellas in his hands: "Thank you, old man. I will definitely explain your thoughts to them in front of my father, uncle and brothers."

The old man had tears in his eyes: "Girl, don't forget to tell the generals and soldiers how happy we are to be freed from the Northern Yan."

Bai Ming nodded slightly: "I know how to do it, please don't worry, old man."

The old man said nothing and silently moved out of the way.

Bai Mingwei took the umbrella back to the carriage and put it away. Feng Qingchen shook the reins and the carriage slowly left.

Several old people knelt on the ground together with the people behind them, wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes with their sleeves: "Generals and young masters, have a good journey! When you get to Qiang City, don't forget to take a good look at the lost and recovered land."

It is also a simple farewell, but it carries deep friendship.

Bai Mingwei carefully placed the umbrella next to the memorial tablet, letting the people's thoughts protect his father, uncle and brother on their way to Qiang City.

Yesterday's scene and today's farewell deeply shocked her heart. When she didn't need to hide her emotions, she finally bit her arm and cried softly.

It has been a pity since ancient times that no one cares about the tomb of heroes, but it is called the villain's golden robe.

But on the land of Dongling, there are many people who would rather die in obscurity than the martyrs.

This most simple friendship can always make people cry.Feng Qingchen handed over a handkerchief: "Cry if you want. What others see is the sacrifice of the Bai family, and they will cry with sadness; others will also see your achievements, and they will feel proud of it."

"There will be many people who will laugh for you in the future, but I know that this road is too difficult, and not everyone can bear the pressure and burden."

"When the suffering is over little by little, it's time to cry, for the partners who can't reach the end, for the hard-won victory, and for these lovely people who keep all the sacrifices in their hearts."

Bai Mingwei couldn't help but sob: "Are you trying to comfort me? Why can't I help it anymore."

Feng Qingchen sighed softly: "You must be proud of Xiao Chuanyi's strength and understanding, but at the same time, you also hope that he can be his truest self, without having to hide his emotions or force himself to be brave."

"And I am the same. I am proud of your strength and hard work, little girl, and I am also proud of your achievements. But I hope you don't have to hold it back when you want to cry, and don't have to restrain yourself when you want to laugh."

Bai Mingwei wiped the tears on his face with a handkerchief: "Quickly put away your rhetoric, like a nagging old father."

Feng Qingchen looked up to the sky and sighed: I wholeheartedly wanted to be your husband, but after working so hard, I ended up living like an old father?
The little white ferret popped out of its head at the right time, covered its mouth and laughed, revealing two rows of big white teeth.

Not waiting for it to rejoice in its misfortune, Feng Qingchen hung it around his neck: "The cold wind is howling, and the best mink fur is missing."

The mink is not guilty, but the fur is guilty.

It only wants to be a good helper to its master, riding the horse and riding the horse for the master, but the master actually misses its shiny and smooth fur?
The little white ferret was so frightened that the hair all over his body exploded.

It quickly rushed into the carriage and rummaged through the baggage, and finally pulled out a piece of mink skin. Holding the mink skin, it jumped onto its master's shoulders. With tears in its eyes, it lovingly covered its master with its companion's fur. It held its little paws and waited for its master to change and kill it. The idea of ​​taking the skin.

Bai Mingwei was amused by this scene and couldn't help laughing.

It grabbed the little white ferret and put it on its legs, gently stroking the little white ferret's fur: "He won't be willing to skin you, don't worry."

Not only was the little white ferret not relieved, but she was even more worried: The master was reluctant to let go, and this damn woman couldn't say that!

Thinking of this, the little white ferret struggled to get up and quickly ran into Feng Qingchen's arms, holding Feng Qingchen's arm and coquettishly.

Feng Qingchen shook his head and chuckled: "Xiao Bai, according to the age of the mink, you are already a middle-aged mink. Can you stop being so immature?"

The little white ferret took the opportunity to nestle in his master's arms, rubbing his little head here and there, proving with his actions that "no matter how old he is, he is still a baby."

Looking at the harmonious scene between the master and the servant, Bai Ming couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.

The scene that moved her to tears just now didn't seem to have happened, but she knew deep down in her heart that she would remember the friendship between the people for the rest of her life on behalf of her father, uncle, and brothers.

This bloody road was extremely difficult, but she never regretted every step she took, even if she was bruised and bruised, even if she sacrificed everything.

At the same time, she also knew that the victory of the five cities did not mean the end of her mission.

The world is peaceful, the river is clear and the sea is clean.

It often requires the efforts of several generations. If someone must walk on this difficult road, then she will not look back.

She believed that one day, the world would be as peaceful and peaceful as the Hermitage Village, and everything would be prosperous.

(End of this chapter)