After a bloody battle, it seemed that the sky also felt a little compassion. As soon as the sky was bright, fine snow began to float in the air. Mo Xiuyao was not wearing a cloak, but was still standing on the city tower in white in white. From bottom to top, it seemed like a natural god overlooking the world. Even though it was so far away, Ren Qining and the generals from the north still felt an unspeakable pressure.

"Prince, I have found Duke Hua!" The guard hurriedly reported.

Mo Xiuyao turned around and asked, "Where is it?"

The guard hesitated for a moment and said, "Duke Hua is in the south of the city, and he is seriously injured..." Everyone's hearts sank, and naturally understood what the guards were afraid of behind. Mo Xiuyao was silent for a moment and said, "I'll take a look. General Lu, I'll leave it to you here." Lu Songxian didn't say much and nodded silently.

Duke Hua was in a small alley in the south of the city. When the soldiers of the Mo family army found him, he was seriously injured and extremely moved. Not far away were the corpses of soldiers from the North and Great Chu. Duke Hua was hit by a sword, but his sword body had not been pulled out. He sat alone on a stone pier not far from the entrance of the alley to rest. The winter night in Chujing was not much warmer than in the northwest, but Duke Hua was already over seventy or eighty. Under such serious injuries, his face turned a little blue.

"Old Duke!" Mo Xiuyao stepped forward and supported Duke Hua. He glanced at the military doctor in front of him and asked, "What's going on? Why don't you treat the wounds for Duke?"

Duke Hua raised his hand to stop Mo Xiuyao, shook his head and said, "No, I know my injury. No..."

Mo Xiuyao lowered his head and checked the sword injury, and his face also darkened. Duke Hua's injury was at the critical point. If he was a middle-aged man, he might still have three hopes, but Duke Hua is like this now, and he is afraid that he will not be able to do it on the spot as soon as he draws the sword. Closed his eyes, Mo Xiuyao whispered: "Old Duke, we are late."

Duke Hua shook his head and glanced at Mo Xiuyao and said with great difficulty: "I know it's not easy for you. I can... be able to arrive in time, but did not let Chu Jing fall into the hands of the people in the north... very good..."

Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, held Duke Hua's shoulder with one hand and inputted true energy to prolong his life, while instructing: "Go and find people from the Hua family." The guard next to him quickly reported: "I've gone. If the Hua family is fine, I'll be able to come soon."

Hearing Mo Xiuyao's words, Duke Hua showed a smile on his lips and asked in a low voice: "How are Tianxiang and the others?"

Mo Xiuyao replied in a deep voice: "They are very good. Tianxiang has been booking for several months to make Qingfeng get married. Qingfeng, come here!"

Xu Qingfeng hurried forward and said respectfully: "Old Duke..." Duke Hua raised his head and looked at him with some difficulty, and smiled: "The children of the Xu family... are all good children. Very good. I can't see that you are getting married. From now on, treat Tianxiang well in the future." Xu Qingfeng couldn't help but blushed, and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, the old Duke... grandfather..."

"Good boy..."

There was a messy footsteps outside the alley, and a young man hurriedly ran towards this side, "Grandfather! Grandfather..."

Duke Hua raised his head and looked at him, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

"Grandfather?!" When the young man arrived, he happened to see Duke Hua closing his eyes with a smile. He couldn't help but kneel down in front of him and burst into tears. Next to him, a trace of sadness flashed in Mo Xiuyao's eyes slowly withdrew his hand on Duke Hua's shoulder. He ordered in a deep voice: "Duke Hua served his country with his own life and died in battle. He ordered to be buried with the courtesy of a prince and posthumously named "Master Zhongxin".

"Subordinates obey the order."

Many places in the capital city performed an equally sad scene. In this battle, countless people died. Not only the defenders of Chujing, but also the Black Cloud Cavalry and the Mo family army soldiers, not only ordinary soldiers, but also many senior generals. In another place, Leng Haoyu held his seriously injured body and looked at the person lying on the ground, with more complex meanings in his eyes that no one could understand. Leng Huai knelt on the ground, holding his eldest son's already cold body in his arms. When they found Leng Qingyu, he was dead, and an arrow shot in his chest, hitting the key point. This man who had always been cold and proud, who was always unwilling to admit that his concubine's younger brother was better than him, ended up quietly on the streets of Chujing, without leaving a single word.

Leng Huai hugged his son's cold body and cried in tears. No matter what, this is his favorite son, who once had the most hope. The pain of losing his son is even more painful than letting him die himself.

Leng Haoyu stepped forward silently, squatted beside Leng Huai and whispered: "Father, take your brother back first." In the end, Leng Haoyu, who was also proud, finally admitted that this man was his brother.

Leng Huai looked back at Leng Haoyu, his eyes fell on the wound on his chest, and asked, "How is it hurt?"

Leng Haoyu said: "Skin trauma, father, let's go back."

Leng Huai nodded, picked up Leng Qingyu with some difficulty, and walked towards Leng Mansion with Leng Haoyu.
Chapter completed!