The sunset rolls like a tide, and red clouds roll out outside the window.

Yuzhou, Xudu.

Under the red clouds, birds sing and spread their wings soared from the sky, overlooking the dark crowd. It was a desolate scenery. The imperial capital that migrated from then on had only improved, and it seemed to be crumbling in this plague. With the famine and chaos that the plague originated, even one-third of the counties and counties in Yuzhou suffered a huge impact. The number of deaths was heartbreaking.

More than a dozen cities and hundreds of villages were in a dilemma of desertion. Fortunately, timely rescue and cruel control, the spread of the plague finally became slackened. A large amount of food was transported into Xuzhou and distributed to several major counties that were severely affected. This disaster was the beginning.

Walking through the deserted town outside the city, two men and one woman walked here, it was hard to hear the barking of human voices around. The occasional crying sounds erupted, which was also a desperate scene. The woman was crying with disheveled hair, and the child's crying mixed in anger. A gentry stood at the door of the house, constantly beating the mother and son, scolding: "Get out, you both mother and son get out! Be careful to spread it to me if you get sick! Get out of the house and die a little far away."

The gentry was also in a mess. Even though the house was so grand that it showed a decay. The fallen leaves in front of the door were so thick that it was hard to see the figure of the servants protecting the courtyard. The mother and son opposite the man cried sharply and hoarsely, and kowtowed on the ground in despair. Cao Ang, Yunniang and Wu Anguo saw this scene, and just sighed and walked away.

In such a major disaster, everyone is afraid of diseases like a tiger, not to mention that many people are unable to survive this disaster.

The three of them walked through a long alley. Not long after, they came to the back door of a courtyard. They slowly walked up the stone steps with hesitation, and their hands raised were hovering. After a long time, he knocked on the somewhat dilapidated door. I wonder if there were still living people in the courtyard.

"Zi Hui, your mother will be fine." Wu Anguo knew what he was hesitating, and Yun Niang next to him nodded in agreement.

Cao Ang's face was nervous and said in a low voice, "I hope so..." It's been a long time since the knock on the door. His face faintly turned pale, his joints tightly. When he wanted to break into the door, the gate of the courtyard suddenly opened a little, and the pale-bearded old man was reflected in the crack of the door. He looked at the three people outside the door, and his turbid eyes were on the face of the young man knocking in the middle for a while, and his vigilant expression slowly showed joy.

The doors suddenly opened, and the old man took two steps tremblingly, reached out and grabbed Cao Ang's arm. Tears flowed out from his muddy eyes, and his lips trembled slightly: "Young Master... you are still alive... you are still alive... wow..." The old man cried.

"Brother Shou... I'm not dead... Ang is not dead." Cao Ang's eyes outside the door were wet, and he held the old man's hand and comforted him a few times. His eyes crossed his thin and hunched body and looked at the yard, "I have heard about my mother... what happened in Cao's mansion. Is she okay?"

"Mrs. It's okay, but I miss the eldest son too sad. I bless you all the gods in the sky. Her body is so tight. Come in, come in."

Cao Ang nodded, and the old man opposite made his way. He took Wu Anguo and Yunniang to the inside. Shou Bo then carefully looked at the situation outside and carefully closed the door. The courtyard was not big. Turning across the corner of the eaves and passing through a long corridor, he saw the location of the wing room. When he approached, there was a squeaking sound.

The sky was red. Through the open window frame, Cao Ang saw the woman sitting in the corner of the house wearing a spinning wheel and weaving cloth. Her nose was a little sour and hot stuff flowed out of her eyes. He walked over gently and pushed open the door. When the woman who heard the movement turned around, Cao Ang knelt down, touched the ground with his forehead and knocked down.

"Mother... Ang, I'm back."

The weaving hand stopped, and the woman's body shook slightly. She tried hard to open her eyes wide, looking at the figure kneeling at the door, her lips closed: "It's my son..." The words were trembling, and the tears overflowed from her eyes. Her body suddenly left the spinning wheel, rushed over and hugged Cao Ang. The uncontrollable emotions fell down as the tears fell, and she screamed: "It's really my son who is back... It's really my son!"

Tears fell down, falling on Cao Ang’s face warm and moist. He choked and couldn’t say anything else. He just kept kowtowing on the ground, saying, “It’s the child who is back, the child is back…”

Outside the door, the afterglow turned into orange and shining on the courtyard. Wu Anguo, Shou Bo, and Yunniang stood quietly there. The girl couldn't help but rub her wet eyes, sucked her nose, and watched the touching scene of the mother and son reunion.

Half an hour later, the two figures cried in the room gradually stopped. The woman wiped her tears and helped her son up. She also knew about the battle in Wancheng. A famous guard replaced him, and then dived and escaped.

"God blesses, the ancestors of the Cao family, Xiahou family, and the ancestors of the ancestors, so that my son escaped from danger." Ding clasped his hands and raised his head to the sky and whispered softly. Then, he looked at Wu'anguo and Yunniang outside and bowed to them. The strong man was so scared that he threw down his hammer and waved his hand quickly: "Mrs. Ding cannot do it. You are the wife of the prime minister and have a noble status. Yunniang and I are not a person in the mountains and fields, so how can we bear it?"

"You can afford this gift."

Ding's eyes still had wet marks, but his face had already melted the sorrow of the past. He and his brother and sister thanked him again, then turned around and held his son's hand: "You are not dead, can you tell your father?"

Opposite, Cao Ang hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "I want to see my mother when I come here today, but that family doesn't want to go back."

"You are the eldest son of the Cao family. How can you do it if you don't go back!" Ding's eyes became serious and then eased, "... Since you don't want to go back, where are you going? You can't wander around the mountains."

"The child wants to go to the north and continue to lead troops to attack the alien races, rather than staying at home with his brothers, since God has given Ang a chance to come back, I will..."

"Then you go."

Cao Ang was stunned for a moment. He thought his mother would dissuade him, but when he said something, he was a little disbelief. Ding took him down and poured a bowl of warm water, "My son has other ambitions. It's hard to stop being a mother. If you want to go, go. Mom is sitting in Xudu City, watching the day when you come back."

"Yes!" Cao Ang kowtowed again excitedly, got up and walked to the door to bow to the woman: "The sky is long, the child is about to leave now, and the wanderer will not forget his mother's teachings."

After a decision was made during the words, the words he said became decisive. Cao Ang put down his hand and raised his head, his eyes became clear and vivid, and he strode out of the courtyard with the two brothers and sisters around him. The woman lowered her head, wiped the lines of tears that had fallen down again, and stood up and walked under the eaves, looking at the back that strided away, and spoke softly to the old man beside her.

"Boe Shou, wait for Xuchang's chaos to calm down, please ask someone to send a letter to Cao Mengde and ask him to pick me up... Since my son is still here, I cannot let her and her son take away the things that belong to Zixiu."

The orange light drooped down. The three people who walked out of the yard came to the carriage that was parked not far away. He looked back at the courtyard, took a deep breath, and helped the girl into the carriage. In the carriage, an old man was tied and blocked and sat inside.

"Taigong, Ang offended you. You have a lot of medical skills and just traveling to the villages and alleys to treat people. Some are useless. I know there is something for you..."

Outside the carriage, a whip sounded, Wu Anguo waved his own palm and shouted: "Driving!" The carriage slowly drove away and slowly headed towards the northwest.

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Toward the northwest, go far to Hanoi.

In the camp temporarily stationed at the foot of the mountain, night insects were roaring in the corner, and the tent was quiet. Gongsun Zhi looked at the information transmitted from the north to Shangdang and then to his hands. He sat upright behind the long case, closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time... It was news that someone was seriously ill and dying.
Chapter completed!