Until the world was divided and princes rose up everywhere, and bandits entered the city to persuade them to surrender.

Zhao Yang chuckled, unbuttoned the official seal on his waist, and threw it at him.

This time, no one stopped him.

Want to go home.

Then go home.

A thought arises in my heart, a sword of heart emerges from the lake of my heart, and it flashes from the sky from the blue darkness.

Riding the wind, fighting the sword, and going to the south of the Yangtze River.

It is a thousand miles away, only three minutes away.

Wait for Zhao Yang to return.

Baima Academy has long been dilapidated, and many classmates have never seen anyone.

Sitting on the stone steps, Zhao Yang looked at him.

An old man came forward and saw Zhao Yang's face. He suddenly said in shock: "But Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Yang smiled and asked why.

The old man said that the daughter of the Zhu family has been waiting for 12 years, and now the loess is half buried. Can you go and have a drink?

When Zhao Yang heard this, he followed the previous one.

The spring rain is quiet, as if it was leaving.

The old friend died and only left half of the loess slope.

See it.

The three words "Senior Brother Zhu" are written on the grave.

No official text, no Yin inscription, no husband's home.

Laughing.

Some feelings, some sorrow.
Chapter completed!