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read2();　　The goose feather snow in Shenjing City is endless, and it lasts for seven days.

　　 Within these seven days, Daxia felt heavy and sad. The Lord of Daxia Zhao, no matter who was in charge, including the young emperor Zhao Yu, pursued efficiency.

Therefore, the funeral of the old queen did not last long. At the auspicious hour yesterday, Cong Jian was buried in the imperial mausoleum. Zhao Yu attended with only cultural relics and a hundred officials, but the news still spread to the people, and then countless people wore plain clothes. Braving the heavy snow, spontaneously went to the western suburbs of Shenjing City to pay homage.

　　The city of the gods stopped crying in the alleys for a long time, old people and children, burning paper money and crying in front of the house!

The kind, resolute and courageous old lady is undoubtedly the person respected in the hearts of all the people, so until today, even if the snow in the sky has stopped, and the Yuanrixun holiday will end tomorrow, the market in Shenjing City is still not open. All celebrations were cancelled to mourn them.

　　The city of God is covered with mourning everywhere, and it has become a plain city!

　　 Taiping Ruins, inside Shenjing Station, the top of the main structure like a sacred tree is a small farmland, and beside the farmland, there is a simple wooden house erected.

On the threshold outside the wooden house, Li Chunfeng, with white beard and hair, lay straight on the muddy ground, holding a hip flask in his hand, unconscious, and at the same time the rich wine scent radiated outward, and not far away, it was messy. The crops are growing arbitrarily, and the appearance of malnutrition indicates that the former Sitian Jianzheng is not good at farming.

Suddenly, a petite figure carrying a vegetable basket appeared from a short distance. The girl Zhijuan was wearing the robes of the teleporter secretary. After walking in, she wrinkled her pretty brows looking at Li Chunfeng still looking drunk. With a light sigh, the basket with the food was placed aside gently, and he walked into the house and poured a bowl of water.

　　 After a while, the paper cuckoo walked out holding the water, squatted down and spoke softly:

　　 "Master, why are you drunk again, come to drink and sober up."

After the girl finished speaking, Li Chunfeng did not respond. Then the girl sighed again and flattened the latter with difficulty, and then slowly poured the water in the bowl into the mouth of the old man, perhaps because the girl did not control her strength, some tea It overflows from the mouth of the latter.

　　 But at the same time, two lines of turbid tears flowed from the corner of Li Chunfeng's eyes. Upon seeing the girl, the paper cuckoo's complexion suddenly became a little flustered, and she quickly took out a handkerchief from her arms and wiped it, and said:

　　 "Master, I didn't control my strength, but don't cry."

　　 "The old man wants to be drunk, but he can't get drunk. Little girl, should you cry?"

　　 An old voice came from below, and then Li Chunfeng opened her eyes lightly, and the girl lowered her head. What she saw was a pair of eyes full of tears but not the slightest drunk. Then Li Chunfeng continued to speak, and a faint voice came out again:

　　 "An old man's respectful sister has gone through the ages, and can't help but feel sad, not very embarrassed."

　　 "You are talking about the Empress Dowager Empress."

　　 The girl paper cuckoo stretched out her hand to lift Li Chunfeng up from the ground, and then continued to speak:

　　"The death of the Queen Mother and the Empress is a great disaster for all the people of Daxia, but in other words, sometimes the end of life is not a relief for the rest of the people.

　　 "For the whole life, the grass will last for a spring, come like wind and rain, go like dust, and be able to age and die smoothly, most of the time it is a luxury.

　　 The girl finished speaking, Li Chunfeng turned to look at the girl in front of him, looked at the seriousness in the latter’s eyes, and said:

　　 "You are young, but you can see through it quite a lot. To be honest, I am dying too!"

　　 As soon as he said this, the red lips of the paper cuckoo opened slightly, revealing a look of horror, and then Li Chunfeng's old voice sounded again in his ear:

　　 "Little girl, if you have time, I will send more meals to the old man. I will teach you something. Since you are dying, the inheritance must remain."

At the same time, at the round arch gate of Shenjing Station, two young men, a man and a woman, walked out slowly. As soon as they stepped out, they saw Jiang Yue, the fourth son of King Bei’an in plain clothes, standing alone. Waiting quietly in the snow in the distance.

　　 Then Jiang Yue saw Li Yi and Qing'er girl walking out of Shenjing Station. He stepped forward quickly and said anxiously:

　　 "Brother Li, knowing the news of your return today, I waited here early in the morning. You must know that the temperature in the Shenjing city after the heavy snowfall is really extremely low."

　　 Li Yi, who returned home for the Chinese New Year, still looked solemn, and the two long scars occupying his entire face seemed extraordinarily oozing at first glance. Then he reached out and patted Jiang Yue's shoulder, and responded:

　　 "It's cold outside, we said as we walked, the news of the eternal empress dowager is known throughout Daxia, your Majesty, is he okay?"

　　 After Li Yi's voice fell, the three of them turned around and walked outside the Taiping Ruins on the snow. Today, the city of Shenjing was closed for mourning the old queen, so there were very few people in the Taiping Ruins. Jiang Yue's response sounded:

　　 "I only saw your Majesty in the imperial mausoleum yesterday, but you also know your Majesty. Your Majesty loves his love. You can imagine this blow."

When the words fell, the three of them sighed quietly, and then they were speechless all the way, until they reached the door of Li Yi's house in the middle of Shenjing City. Only then did the little prince Jiang Yue react, and turned to salute the two of them. Road:

　　 "I heard Brother Li mention it a year ago. This time I returned home and decided on the life-long events of Er and the other two. Now that they return together, they must have reached an agreement. This world son can congratulate Brother Li for embracing the beauty!"

　　 But after Jiang Yue’s blessing fell, Li Yi did not respond, and the atmosphere fell silent. This made Jiang Yue’s eyes tremble, lifted his body, and asked inconceivably:

　　 "Could it be that Brother Li, you went to Qing'er girl's house to propose a marriage, did you run into a wall?"

　　 Li Yi did not respond, but just nodded, turned around and pushed the door and walked into the house, then Jiang Yue quickly followed, and said eagerly behind:

　　 "How could it be possible that one of your dignified Radiant Army, the guardian of Emperor Fuyao, the best athlete in the world, what else are they dissatisfied with?"

But the little prince was only halfway through his words, and his voice stopped abruptly, because he suddenly remembered that the identity of the Radiant Army was kept secret, and ordinary people saw Li Yi with two long scars on his face, the first sense would definitely not Great.

　　 Therefore, his begging for relatives and bumping into a wall is very likely to happen. Then Jiang Yue's complexion became very ugly, and he quickly stepped forward and continued to ask:

　　 "Brother Li, what happened then?"

　　 "I followed all the way back, didn't you ask it plainly and knowingly?"

　　 Qing'er girl who didn't speak much along the way, then opened her mouth angeredly, then put down the suitcase in her hand and looked at Li Yi who was silent, and continued to faintly spread out with a gentle voice:

　　 "Whether my parents like him or not, I am willing to marry him!"