Chapter 1373 He must kill the enemy

   "Old man..." Xiao Changyi's cold eyes filled with tears as he watched the coffin being carried into the imperial mausoleum step by step.

  The old man, his voice was very soft, very small, almost inaudible. But through the corners of his lips trembling with grief, An Jing who was standing beside him still knew that she called Su Haoyu.

  Quiet is also hateful and sad at this time.

   When the coffin was carried into the imperial mausoleum and was about to disappear from sight, Xiao Changyi quickly followed and followed the imperial mausoleum. This is his father. If I can spend more time with this father, I will spend more time with this father.

   When Xiao Changyi came out of the imperial tomb, it was already dark.

   In addition to the guards, there is also a person standing outside the imperial mausoleum, that is Quiet. Quiet was waiting for someone, and the person she was waiting for was undoubtedly her husband Xiao Changyi.

   When Xiao Changyi walked beside her, Jing Jing said, "Xianggong, we will definitely avenge our foster father."

"Um."

"go home."

"Um."

   As soon as they got home, An Jing and Xiao Changyi found four little guys crying.

   As soon as the four little guys saw Jing Jing and Xiao Changyi, they ran towards Jing Jing and Xiao Changyi, crying and asking, "Father, mother, can Grandpa really wake up and play with us?"

An Jing endured the discomfort in his heart, hugged the little guys, and comforted: "Your grandfather also wants to play with you, but your grandma is too lonely in the sky, and your grandma is alone in the sky, so your grandfather can only go first. With your grandma, you have to be obedient, so that your grandfather can rest assured to accompany your grandma in the sky."

   "Well, we'll be good." The four little guys sobbed, but nodded obediently.

   This day and night.

In the dead of night, the four little guys had fallen asleep in the middle of An Jing and Xiao Changyi. Xiao Changyi had not fallen asleep, and it was uncomfortable to lie down. Finally, he simply got up, walked out of the inner room, and walked to the stone table in the yard, on a stone bench. Take a seat.

   There was a cold moon hanging in the sky, and he didn't pay attention.

   He just sat there quietly, the moonlight sprinkled on him, and while he was dyed with a layer of silver light, it also gradually revealed the grief in his heart.

   His family came to Dijing just to let his adoptive father enjoy his old age, but now...

  Thinking of this, Xiao Changyi's hand on the stone table was tightly clenched into a fist, and the veins on the back of the hand protruded.

   He must kill the enemy with his own hands in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

   In the inner room, she slept quietly and was not stable, fell asleep in a daze, and woke up in a daze, and found that her husband was not there, so she gently got up and came out to look for it.

   As soon as she went out, she saw her husband sitting alone in the yard, she hesitated for a while, but went to her husband and took a seat on the stone bench adjacent to her husband.

As soon as Xiao Changyi saw her, he hurriedly got up and went into the house. When he came out, he had a plain-colored cloak in his hand. Then, he put the cloak on her body so that she would not get sick because of the cold at night. .

  Quiet was moved and distressed for her husband. When her husband was seated again, she tightly held his husband's hand, which was placed on the stone table.

   She didn't speak, she just held tight, held tight, as if like this, she could give him infinite strength to hold him out of grief.

  Xiao Changyi didn't speak, Ren An Jing held his hand tightly, and he was immersed in grief for a while before he recovered and said in a low voice, "I promise to live to be a hundred years old..."

   (end of this chapter)