The fire demon couldn't find Ye Zhenlong's whereabouts, which basically confirmed Long Chuxia's conjecture. Since ancient times, the most afraid of fire is the wolf. The wolf will not go to a place with fire, even if it is a bonfire, or even if the fire is before her.
Notify Tang Junlong and ask him to lead a group of people up the mountain holding torches. If the wolf sees it, he will definitely run away or not come out of the cave. Because of this, the fire demon will not find him easily. Of course, this is just a guess, because many demons,
I won’t act rashly after seeing so many people going up the mountain with so much fanfare.
Using the fire demon to fight the wolf demon is the best way. Long Chuxia thought about leaving the matter entirely to the fire demon to train him on his actual combat experience.
Tang Junlong thought it was extremely ridiculous for Long Chuxia to carry torches up the mountain to find Ye Zhenlong, and he didn't want to comply. Unfortunately, Long Chuxia asked for the emperor's token, so he had no choice but to lead people up the mountain.
On the other side, news came from the hedgehogs that the adoptive father of Concubine Ying's younger brother Hu'er had passed away. Now Hu'er was heartbroken and asked if she wanted to bring him back.
Long Chuxia thought for a while and decided to go there in person
Long Chuxia used the transfer technique to go to the southwestern mountainous area. When he saw Hu'er, he couldn't help but be stunned. He looked very similar to Ying Fei, and their facial features were like twins. However, Hu'er had a thick back and waist, slightly dark and yellow skin, and was dressed vulgarly.
Looks a bit honest
All in all, he is a Louis Koo-type sportsman.
When Long Chuxia saw him, he was rolling up his adoptive father with a worn-out mat and putting it on his back, intending to carry him up the mountain for burial. His eyes were red, perhaps from crying for a long time, and his eyes were swollen to the size of walnuts.
"Brother, where are you going?" Long Chuxia suddenly came in and spoke, which startled Hu'er. He took a step back. Seeing that the person who came was a beautiful woman, he blushed and said sadly.
: "My father is dead, and now he is going to the mountain for burial. Little lady, why are you here? There is no one else here except our family!"
Long Chuxia said: "Are you Hu'er?"
"I'm Hu'er!" Hu'er was slightly startled and looked up at Long Chuxia
"I came to find you, do you still remember who you are?" Long Chuxia thought of the year when he disappeared. He was already over six years old, so he should have some memories.
Hu'er looked at Long Chuxia blankly, with a thoughtful expression on his face, "Does this little lady know Hu'er's hometown?"
When Long Chuxia heard what he said, she knew that he had not completely forgotten his hometown. He couldn't help but feel happy and said hurriedly: "How much do you remember about your hometown?"
Hu'er carried his adoptive father back to the house, put him down, covered his adoptive father with a shabby quilt, and then said: "I only remember that there are parents and sisters at home, and there is a jujube tree in front of the door.
There is a huge lantern hanging on the tree.”
Long Chuxia remembered that there was indeed a jujube tree outside Bu Mansion. As for whether there was a lantern on the tree, she didn't pay attention. It didn't matter whether there was a lantern or not. The man in front of her must be Concubine Ying's missing brother.
"Then do you remember your name?" Long Chuxia asked
Hu'er shook his head, "I don't remember."
"Then I will bury your adoptive father for you. Are you willing to go back with me to find your biological parents and sister?" Long Chuxia asked gently.
Hu'er hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "I would like to go back and look for me, but maybe they don't want me anymore, otherwise why would they abandon me? My father said that I was abandoned on the side of the mountain. I was dying of illness and was almost killed by a wolf dog.
Eat it." After saying that, Hu'er's eye circles were red. He knelt on the ground and choked up: "My father raised me. Only my father is my relative. They don't want me anymore."
When Long Chuxia heard what he said, she knew that he must have misunderstood, and she didn't explain anything. She just said: "If they don't want you, why don't you go back and find out clearly in person? If they really don't want you, you might as well ask."
Why are they so cruel? Otherwise, would you be willing to do so?"
Hu'er didn't speak, and there was a trace of deep sadness on his honest face. After a while, he carried his adoptive father again and walked out of the door. Long Chuxia followed him up the mountain and found a geomantic treasure land to bury Hu'er. He sat in front of the grave and cried for a long time.
Chu Xia just sat there with him and didn't say anything to persuade him.
After a long time, Hu'er raised his head, his red and swollen eyes became more and more like walnuts, "Little lady, I'll go with you!"
Long Chuxia smiled and said, "Okay!" After that, she stood up and held his hand, "Hu'er, let's go!"
This time, Long Chuxia did not directly use the transfer technique. Instead, she led him down the mountain and bought another horse. The two of them rode on the same horse and ran for about two hours before using it while Hu'er was not paying attention.
Transfer technique to the capital
It was already a quarter after midnight when we returned to the door of Bufu. When he stopped and landed, Hu'er burst into tears. He stroked the jujube tree in front of the door that was different from the one in his memory. He murmured: "They all look like this."
"It's big." He suddenly groped the tree trunk with his hands, and finally touched a few familiar patterns at a height of one person. He suddenly smiled and looked back at Long Chuxia, "I drew this little man!"
Long Chuxia watched him cry and laugh at the same time, feeling infinitely sad in her heart. How does it feel for this child who has been living outside for twenty years to come home and touch his childhood memories? How many people still remember their young self?
Stupid things you have done?
A servant opened the door and came out. When he saw Long Chuxia, he quickly saluted, "It's Miss Long here, why is it so late?"
Long Chuxia asked: "Have you and your lady gone to bed?"
"Not yet. We are talking in the living room now. King Qingping is here, and several adults are accompanying him to drink tea."
Long Chuxia nodded, turned around and pulled Hu'er, who was a little hesitant, and said: "Go and tell the adults that the young master is back!"
The servant was stunned for a moment, and looked at the man beside her suspiciously. When she saw it, she burst into tears. He looked so similar to the British concubine. He must be the young master who has been missing for many years.
His hands trembled, and he hurriedly responded and rushed in.
Mr. Bu, King Qingping and several other officials from the capital were having tea in the living room. The topic was nothing more than that case in the past. These adults were all people who had handled the murder case in the past, and now they all hold important positions in the court.
"My lord, my lord..." The servant was running out of breath. When he entered the threshold, he accidentally fell to the ground. He didn't care about the pain. He still got up and ran to Lord Bu and said
: "Sir, the young master is back, the young master is back!"
Master Bu couldn't help but get angry: "What young master? What are you doing so frizzy? Don't you see the prince and the adults here? Get out!"
The servant wiped his sweat and stammered: "It's the young master, he looks exactly the same as Concubine Ying. Miss Long brought him back, and he's at the door!"
Like a thunderstorm in the cold sky, Master Bu was stunned. His mouth trembled and his eyes were a little dazed. He tried hard to focus, stared at the servant, and asked with a dry mouth: "You said, Young Master? Young Master...
..”
At this time, Long Chuxia was holding Hu'er's hand and walking in step by step. As soon as Master Bu's eyes came into contact with Hu'er's face, he took a few deep breaths and a huge joy shot up from the soles of his feet, straight to his head, and around him.
He couldn't listen to a word of the messy and noisy words. He took a step forward, thinking that he was walking towards his son with the fastest steps, but in fact he only took a small step, and then he felt heavy and could not take another step.
Twenty years, how many days and nights of hope? This situation has appeared in dreams countless times. Every time I wake up, my heart is broken. Over the years, I have tried countless methods, but I can't find his whereabouts. How many people have been missing him?
I have been deceived and fooled by many people. I have always had hope and then lost it, until I was almost in despair.
(Today is my mother’s birthday. I wish her happiness as great as the East Sea and longevity as long as the Southern Mountains)