Five days later, Chen Cang.

The banks of the Wei River are full of greenery. Occasionally, soldiers and horses rushing to Yuanzhou ran past the official road. After seeing the flags in front of them, they quickly dismounted and stood on the side of the road, standing quietly with their hands down.

The same is true for the towns and villages on the roadside. Many children stood by the official road and looked at the team they had seen a few years ago, slowly passing through the towering city walls of Qianyang Pass.

The black-armored sergeant walked forward with his head held high and his chest straightened. The black flag in his hand was fluttering in the wind, summoning who the master of this team was?

King Su!

The huge chariot driven by five horses walked through the wide official road under the scorching sun.

Three hundred iron cavalry guarded the surroundings, pressing their long swords in their hands, silently, and even the horse's hooves were almost meticulous.

The commander of the Western Army, Guo Zhongxian, and countless soldiers of the Western Army, stood at the head of the Xiongguan city that had just arrived, watching the prince's chariot pass slowly, and his heart was in his throat.

As long as Prince Su's honor guard team passes through the gate and handes it to the hands of the Xu family army, it has nothing to do with the court if it dies. If he dies before leaving the customs, there will be another storm that is difficult to calm down!

"Tiger--"

"Tiger--"

"Tiger--"

On the other side of the first pass in the northwest, the three thousand Western Liang cavalry who rushed from the army rode a war horse, held a long sword in his hand, and made a majestic momentum, making the imperial officers and soldiers on the top of the city dare not speak.

The South Road General Yang Zunyi sat on the snow-treading horse. After passing through Qianyang Pass in the chariot, he raised his long spear in his hand and stopped abruptly.

Yang Zunyi drove his horse to the front and said aloud:

"Yang Zunyi, the Southern Army, meet the prince!"

"See the prince!"

The shouts shook the sky.

Xu Buling has been tempered by the border army since childhood and is respected as the "Little King of Hell". His unparalleled killing power like a god of war has long established prestige among the Xiliang army.

But at this moment, Xu Bu, who was "out of oil and exhausted", naturally could not show up.

Old Xiao rode his horse on the side of the carriage and raised the crutch in his hand.

Yang Zunyi immediately turned around and pointed his long spear to the northwest:

"Escort the prince back to the city!"

"promise!"

Step on the pedal-

The horse's hooves sounded like thunder, and three thousand iron hooves occupied the entire wilderness, galloping towards the northwest, gradually moving away from Chang'an!

Compared with the majestic northwest scenery outside the carriage, the carriage is much quieter.

The huge chariot like a house has bead curtains on all sides to block the light. The maid fans with fans outside to dispel the stuffy heat in the car.

In the wide carriage, Xu Buling was lying on the couch with a towel on his forehead. His face turned from ashen to pale. He was as angry as a slept, but his eyes were open, and he kept looking at the woman next to him.

"Wuwu... I've already left Qianyang Pass, I'll go back to Suzhou later... Don't be afraid... It's okay..."

Sitting beside the couch, Mrs. Lu, wearing a white shirt, had her hair tied up casually and sat next to Xu Buling, with two dark circles pressing against her eyes, her eyes were covered with blood, and she had already cried and she was crying. She held Xu Buling's hand tightly, and she had never let go since she saw Xu Buling again.

On the eighth day of the fifth month, Mrs. Lu just went out of the city with her treasure to relax, but she never thought that from that moment on the whole world would collapse.

Assassination, regicide, forcing palace, rebellion, King Su leaves Qinzhou, Xiang'er commits suicide...

The originally quiet little days were suddenly torn apart by the tsunami-like changes, and directly defeated the heart of this weak woman.

Xu Buling became a truant thief in a few hours. When he saw him again, he became his current appearance as if he was in the near future...

The best friend was discouraged by the frailty brothers in the imperial family. The brief quarrel in the carriage last time became a perfect match...

Mrs. Lu didn't know how she survived it, but she felt that she had died these days. The reason why she didn't die was because Xu Buling had not died yet. If she died, no one would take care of her. No matter what happened, she had to live...

It was not until the form changed later that Xu Buling became a framed person, and King Su became a hero from a rebel, and Mrs. Lu recovered slightly.

But what if it recovers?

Xiang'er died just like that.

Ling'er was already exhausted and the lamp was dry. Even the imperial doctor said that the pulse was almost impossible to feel. It was not a question of whether it could get better, but a question of whether it could survive.

In the current world, Mrs. Lu is only Xu Buling's breath. She dares not close her eyes and stares like this every day, for fear that Xu Buling will disappear after closing her eyes. Until she fainted at some point, she woke up in panic and continued to stare...

The tense heartstrings of the past few days have already made the weak woman reach its limit. Her originally gentle and tender cheeks are only haggard, and her lips are gone without eating or drinking. She will only force her to eat a few bites if she is afraid that she will die first.

"Ling'er...is okay...is definitely okay..."

The silent muttering has been going on for countless times, and it has continued again.

Xu Buling lay on the couch, holding Mrs. Lu's hand, and his heart was thrust, but before he could reach the fief of King Su, he could not get better, so he could only watch like this.

The horse's hooves were running around, the sun and the moon were flowing. After watching this for a long time, a piece of green suddenly appeared outside the window. The branches and leaves of the poplar trees blocked the light, making the inside of the car a little cooler.

Xu Bu moved his eyelashes a few times and said weakly: "Aunt Lu...where has he gone?"

The confused Mrs. Lu was shocked, and her eyes suddenly showed a sense of emotion: "Ling'er! You can speak..." She hurriedly held Xu Buling's hand, then looked around in a hurry, and finally remembered to look out of the carriage, with incoherent response:

"Popular forest... so many poplar trees..."

Outside the carriage, the sound of Lao Xiao knocking on the carriage with a crutch came.

Dongdong--

"Little Prince, I'm home."

Mrs. Lu was a little anxious and quickly wanted to scold her, asking Lao Xiao not to disturb Xu Buling.

But Xu Buling, who had just finished the oil and dry the lamp, breathed a sigh of relief. He turned it up and took the spittoon next to him, and vomited out all the medicines used in his stomach to block qi and blood.

"Ahem - bahhh..."

"ah--"

Mrs. Lu screamed and hurriedly supported Xu Buling, her face anxious and panicked: "Ling'er, what's wrong with you? Someone is here... Woo woo!"

After Xu Buling spit out the medicine, he covered Mrs. Lu's mouth with his hands, then picked up the towel that fell on the side and wiped his mouth, revealing that bright smile:

"Aunt Lu, I'm fine, pretending."

Mrs. Lu's eyes were round, and she looked at Xu Buling, whose face suddenly returned to normal, and tears slowly burst out from her eyes, but she felt a little unbelievable, afraid that she was dreaming.

Xu Buling was taken care of by Mrs. Lu these days, so everything was seen. Her heart had long melted. After wiping her mouth clean, she let go of her hand covering Mrs. Lu, and then she plucked her courage, leaned forward and held her soft cheeks without any blood, and took a few sips.

“Bobobo…”

Mrs. Lu was still stunned on the spot, and was kissed by Xu Buling several times. Although she was just not kissing her lips on her forehead, it was more like an intimate act, which brought an impact and gradually awakened Mrs. Lu's mind that had been closed for many days.

"Ling'er...ah--"

Mrs. Lu suddenly came to her senses, as if the soul had returned to her body, her face turned red in an instant. She raised her hand and slapped Xu Buling a few times, and kicked her instinctively, and she said instinctively:

"I am your aunt!"

After saying that, Mrs. Lu came to her senses completely and looked at Xu Buling, who was still brave enough to bully her aunt. Tears came out in an instant and could no longer hold on. She hugged Xu Buling and cried out "Wow..."

Xu Buling hugged Mrs. Lu, thought about it, and then covered her mouth again.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Mrs. Lu was crying like rain. After realizing that Xu Buling was really getting better, she patted Xu Buling's back with her hand. There were thousands of words, but she couldn't say a word, leaving only crying.

Xu Buling hesitated for a while and did not tell Mrs. Lu the truth directly. After all, Mrs. Lu didn't know from beginning to end, so she would wait for her mood to recover a few days before telling her slowly.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The whimper continued. Mrs. Lu, who had no strength at first, used great force at this time, hugged Xu Buling tightly, and Xu Buling was breathless.

Xu Buling smiled brightly and gently hugged Mrs. Lu, and occasionally kissed her on the confused Mrs. Lu's face.

"I...wuwu...aunt..."

Mrs. Lu's words were unclear, and in the end she did not avoid getting angry. Her arms gradually became weak, and she lay on Xu Buling's shoulders, murmured faintly.

After the sky was getting dark and the soldiers and horses who accompanied him set up camp, Mrs. Lu fell asleep for the first time in so many days, instead of fainting.
Chapter completed!