Ode to the Dragon

While chufeng and yunmuqing were spending a good night together, a business car came slowly to the mausoleum in the western suburb.

With silver hair, but still upright, Weng Bo stepped out of the car first and propped up a black umbrella.

Chu Tianxiong's massive body steps out, and his eyes, which have experienced many vicissitudes and are as deep as stars, scan around. Without lighting, he comes to Ye Qingwen's tomb.

Until then, I saw that the tomb was clean, with no weeds, fresh fruits and a few flowers.

"Someone has been here."

Weng Bo's momentum suddenly changed, and a sharp sword flashed out of his sleeve. His eyes were as sharp as hawk falcon, scanning the surrounding environment. Even in the middle of the night, he was full of sharp spirit.

The king of Chu, who was a minister and shouldered hundreds of millions of Donghua people, was also a thorn in the eye and heart of many enemy countries.

As a close guard of the Chu family, Weng Bo has been living like a day for 20 years. He dare not be careless.

In the past 20 years, it was with his keen insight and strong skills that King Chu saved himself several times.

"Uncle Weng, don't be nervous."

Chu Tianxiong's face was calm and he waved his hand lightly. "It's him."

The fruits in front of the tomb, fresh peaches, cherries and Sydney, were all ye Qingwen's favorite.

For ye Qingwen, besides himself, he is the only one who knows so much about him.

Weng Bo Leng for two seconds, then a joy, "Wang Ye, is it the eldest son?"

"He went back to Yanjing? This, this is great. "

He had been with chutianxiong for decades, and he had a heart to heart relationship, so he quickly guessed it.

Although the father and son have turned against each other and met like enemies since Mrs. Ye's death -

Weng Bo believes that after more than ten years, they will be more rational and make up gradually. After all, blood is thicker than water.

The greatest good news is that the great prince has returned to Yanjing.

Chu Tianxiong's face is calm. Gu Bo is not careful. It seems that he is just a stranger.

He squatted down and carefully wiped the tombstone and the photo of his beloved woman. There was tenderness between his eyes -

"gentle, I'm coming."

Just one word, then fell into silence.

In the past 17 years, he has been living in pain and tangle every day and every moment, and his eyes are always red when he thinks of the woman he failed.

"The biggest regret of my life is that I didn't give you a real title. Do you blame me for not being a husband and a father? "

The woman in the photo has a gentle smile, such as the spring breeze. She seems to shake her head gently, expressing her generosity and understanding.

"In the world, you can live up to the law of peace and contentment, and you can live up to the law of peace and contentment."

"in this life, I owe you a debt. I will listen to you how to repay it in the next life."

Chu Tianxiong stands upright in the wind and snow. His figure is so big and lonely -

since he put on the Purple Dragon Robe, took over the heavy trust of the former Emperor, stepped on the stage to worship the commander, and became the belief of Donghua's millions of people, he is no longer himself.

This life, this heart, all belong to Donghua, to yiwanzi people.

It's a lonely family.