That day, Master Zhuge arrived at the Northwest Palace and carefully checked Shen Fengchu's pulse, but still shook his head and said that he could not practice martial arts.
Shen Fengchu, who was still a young boy at that time, was sitting on the terrace of Fengming Tower, with his legs hanging outside the terrace, frowning like this.
Later, when he found him, he comforted him like this.
Shen Zilong didn't know what impact his words of comfort had on Shen Fengchu at that time.
Shifting his eyes, Shen Zilong's eyes blurred as he looked at the armor-piercing gun in Shen Fengchu's hand that penetrated deeply into the northwest land.
Before, he only thought that Shen Fengchu suffered a loss because of his negligence that day.
It seems today that he was wrong.
If Shen Fengchu wanted to kill him, he could do it at any time.
This boy really regards him as his big brother!
What about him, what about him? What has he done?!
"Feng Chu!" He raised his face with difficulty and looked at the young man who had the sun on his back and was so dazzling that he couldn't look directly at him. "I'm sorry, I wrongly blamed you and my adoptive father!"
"Let's go!"
With a whisper, Shen Fengchu turned around and strode towards the city gate.
Even now, he still has not killed Shen Zilong.
That sword did not hit his heart, but only severed the veins in his right hand, making him unable to use a gun forever.
It's not that he can't, it's that he doesn't want to.
Even if Shen Zilong is unjust, Shen Fengchu is still grateful, grateful for his big brother-like care over the years, grateful for his life and death for Northwest over the years.
"Pooh!"
With a sneer on his face, Zhao Shanhe chased Shen Fengchu.
Bah! Bah! Bah!
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Everyone followed Zhao Shanhe up the river. When they passed by Shen Zilong, they all spat from afar and avoided it like the plague.
Shen Zilong stood up with difficulty and bowed three times to Yangguan City in front of him.
"Father, my son is wrong!"
Shen Zilong suddenly raised his palm and slapped it on his chest.
puff!
Blood wrapped in fresh minced meat spurted out from his mouth. This once proud general in the northwest fell to the ground facing Yangguan City. He died with still apologetic eyes.
Even if Shen Fengchu spared his life, how could he have the dignity to survive in this world?
Shen Fengchu turned around, looked at the slowly falling figure, and pursed his lips.
"Give him a grand burial with the others! The others will stay outside the city while Zhao Shanhe and the generals enter the city to pay their respects!"
After raising his voice and giving the order, he turned and walked towards the city gate.
The soldiers guarding the city had already opened the city gate. Shen Fengchu walked into the city gate step by step, holding the armor-piercing gun tightly in his hand. Although both sleeves of his robe were damaged, he did not look at all embarrassed.
Inside the city gate.
Yunchu was waiting outside the doorway with a box containing a gun in one hand.
Walking over, Shen Fengchu raised his hand and took the box in her hand.
She did not refuse or speak, she just raised her hand, took the armor-piercing gun from his hand, turned around and walked towards the city with him.
Neither of them spoke, and they didn't even exchange much eye contact.
But each other understands what the other is thinking - no matter what it is, they share it together.
Some of his subordinates had already come forward respectfully and held the horses for the two of them.
Flying onto the horse, the two of them beat the horse together and ran towards the palace.
After a while.
The No. 1 Village in the World, Zhongyi Hall.
Shen Fengchu and Yun Chu sat on the two chairs at the main seat, one on the left and the other on the right. On both sides, there were all the civil and military officials.
The matter had already spread throughout Yangguan City in an instant. When the veterans who had asked for leave heard the heavy news, they rushed to the palace one by one.