Chu Yue looked at the broken knife in front of her, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.
What kind of emotion is that? When he learned that Mu Qinghuang died in battle, he even broke his sword.
Chu Yue pursed her lips and became more determined, hoping that one day she could cure Mu Qinghuang.
The day Mu Qinghuang regained consciousness was when Wei Fangzhou returned to the Zhenbei Army.
Chu Yue looked at Wei Fangzhou's broken arm, then at Wei Fangzhou's lame leg, and said, "Aunt Fang, let me heal your injury. I can heal your leg."
"No."
Wei Fangzhou shook his head, "I am already a broken body. I have no fighting spirit, and I don't care whether this leg is intact. Xiao Chu, you are very good. Your mother will be proud of you. You are an excellent daughter.
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Chu Yue's eyes trembled slightly and she remained silent for a long time.
Wei Fangzhou stood up, limped towards the wall, took down Mu Qinghuang's painting, rolled it up, put it into his clothes, and placed it on his left chest.
It is the place closest to the heart.
"Xiao Chu, come and meet your Uncle Wu."
Wei Fangzhou carried the broken knife behind his back and walked back lamely.
Uncle Wu.
Wu Guoan, one of the nineteen major generals of the Zhenbei Army.
After Chu Yue, Leng Qingshuang and others exchanged glances, they followed Wei Fangzhou alone.
Wei Fangzhou took Chu Yue through alleys one after another and came to a remote place that was inaccessible to people.
When the smoke flows, a purple bamboo house can be vaguely seen.
Stepping into the simple courtyard, the purple bamboo door opened with a creak.
"Cough...cough cough..."
A violent coughing sound came from inside.
Chu Yue's bright eyes glanced over and saw a skinny man lying on the purple bamboo bed in the dim room.
Wu Guoan was seriously poisoned in his early years. Later, he caught wind and cold and became terminally ill. He could survive for up to a year and a half.
Wei Fangzhou lived in poverty because all the money he earned went to Wu Guoan for medical treatment.
"Fangzhou, you're here, cough... cough..."
Wu Guoan said weakly and started coughing violently again.
"Brother Wu, look who is here." Wei Fangzhou walked over and supported Wu Guoan.
Wu Guoan coughed a few times, his eyes turning black and blue.
He raised his head and looked towards the only light, his pupils suddenly tightened.
The girl in front of her was dressed in red and looked extremely gorgeous. A little light made her look bright and radiant.
When the skirt is raised, it is just like the Marquis who chatted and laughed on horseback and drank the blood of his enemies.
"you......"
Wu Guoan struggled forward. If Wei Fangzhou hadn't been holding him up, he would have fallen to the ground.
He tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see the girl's face clearly, "Child... you... you are..."
He was so excited that he couldn't speak.
Chu Yue's eyes were moist, and complex emotions were accumulating in her chest.
After pondering for a long time, Chu Yue took a deep breath and nodded: "I am the daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei!"
"It's Xiao Chu, Fangzhou. Look, am I dreaming? I saw Xiao Chu. I saw how big she has grown."
Wu Guoan looked at Wei Fangzhou with tears in his eyes and couldn't believe what he saw.
"You didn't dream. It was the grown-up Xiao Chu who came to see you and take you home, back to the army."
Wei Fangzhou held Wu Guoan with one hand, quietly wiped the tears from his eyes, and said with a choked voice: "Look at our little Chu, he's grown tall and graceful, he's so beautiful."
Wu Guoan smiled kindly, but tears flowed from his eyes.
No matter how he wiped it away, the tears were still on his face.
Wu Guoan said apologetically: "Little Chu girl, look, Uncle Wu has lost his composure."