Hearing the old man's voice, Chu Yue's eyes filled with tears, but she did not speak.
But the old man was minding his own business and said: "I received a subsidy from the City Lord's Mansion. It's a huge sum of money. I said it was my son's hard-earned money."
"I dreamed about that child last night. He said that thanks to the general, he could have a meal of meat."
"In the past few days, I am planning to go to the market to buy a new urn for my son. After all, I have never eaten good food during my lifetime. If I have used good food, I will have to live in luxury after death."
At this point, the old man's eyes filled with tears.
She continued: "When I went there, I met a kind-hearted man who gave me an urn made of gold and wished my son flowers and prosperity. He also said that his surname was Yan and that he admired General Ye."
"In the evening, I found out that my son was shot through with arrows by the man named Yaochi Fairy, and then burned to death."
"General Ye was able to bring my son back that night. He must have been injured. I smelled the general's blood."
"Nowadays, the people in the city are all smiling, and the young couple next door don't spank their children anymore."
"But in fact, why should we entrust this important task of justice to a little girl? General, if you are tired, just take a rest. I will pray for the general every day for the rest of my life."
"..."
The clear brilliance of the bright moon poured down like the Milky Way, making Chu Yue's figure outside the house very long and desolate.
She closed her eyes and gave a military salute.
The old woman was cooking firewood, rice, oil and salt in front of the stove. Not far behind her, there was a shining golden urn.
The refracted light illuminated the old woman's soul.
Chu Yue took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards Jiang Mansion.
On the courtyard wall behind him, Feng Beiyin was biting an apple and muttering to himself, "Is this guy really tired?"
Although I am obviously tired, I am still moving forward.
Even though I am covered in scars, I only think about the suffering of others.
Beixuan City, Jiang Mansion.
Jiang Ru wished to see Chu Yue dressed in white and was stunned.
He was used to seeing red clothes like fire, flamboyant and arrogant, but he had never seen her so plain and simple.
Not like a general.
"General Ye, look at this -" Jiang Ruyuan waved his hand slightly.
Chu Yue looked over and saw spiritual butterflies flying around the courtyard.
Jiang Ruyuan said: "All the butterflies raised by my father have flown back. Maybe there is more sunshine."
Chu Yue smiled lightly, raised her hand, and the spirit butterfly landed on her fingertips.
"My father said during his lifetime that spiritual butterflies are extremely spiritual and if they are connected by chance, they will be the guides for warriors."
After Jiang Ruyuan finished speaking, he took out a few books and said, "These are some of the insights my father wrote down before his death. They are all miscellaneous. I think, perhaps, my father hopes you can read them."
Chu Yue nodded lightly, took the original copy, and placed it properly in Shennong's space. She said softly and gently: "I will watch and treasure it. Lord Jiang, will the old gentleman be buried tomorrow?"
"The funeral will be held early tomorrow morning. My wife and daughter have all rested." Jiang Ruyuan said, "They have been keeping vigil for many days, so I asked them to go back to their rooms."
"You should go and rest too."
Chu Yue walked towards Mr. Jiang's mourning hall, "Let me stay with Mr. Jiang on the last night."
Jiang Ruyuan opened her mouth, but remained silent in the end, but she was full of emotion.
If my father were still alive, he would definitely have a very happy conversation with the girl in front of him.
Before her death, her father had praised her highly.
Even five years ago, she never slandered Ye Chuyue. She only sighed: The daughter of Zhenbei did not deserve to end up being punished by heaven and earth.
For this reason, even at a very old age, he still argued with the city officials with his beard and eyes wide open, and even sulked and drank drunkenly when he returned home.
Later, at the court banquet, Ye Chuyue became famous in one battle, and Mr. Jiang danced like a child, his face glowing, looking for old friends to drink.
Jiang Ruyuan's eyes were red, she quietly wiped away her tears and returned to her room to accompany her wife and daughter.
In the mourning hall, the night breeze blew slowly, and there was only one person in the coffin.
Chu Yue leaned against the coffin, not feeling scared, but feeling particularly warm.
She carefully looked through the only copy left by Mr. Jiang, remembering every word like the earnest teachings of her elders.
Outside the hospital, the bright moon is in the sky, and spiritual butterflies are flying.
Chu Yue watched this for the whole night.
As she watched, she faintly noticed that her demon root seeds seemed to be growing.