Chapter 311 Burial (4)

"Who is he?!" Ji Qingshang asked, pointing at Liu Huo.

Liuhuo didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

Ji Qingshang's voice made everyone in the Ji family notice Liu Huo standing next to Ji Fengyan, but they were stunned when they saw this. The national teacher who is known as the most beautiful man is not much less, but he is a little bit green, but after a few years, I am afraid that after this trace of youth fades, he will still be an incredible handsome man.

Ji Chief's face darkened.

"Ji Fengyan, today is the day of your father's burial, no matter how much you usually mess around, you can let yourself go, but today, how can you bring someone who is not related to you? Are you not afraid of disturbing your father's sleep?"

Ji Fengyan looked at the faces of Ji's family with a funny face, she raised her hand indifferently, grabbed Liu Huo beside her, raised her chin slightly and said, "Irrelevant people? Uncle, what you said is wrong, Xiao Liuhuo is my future husband-in-law, what's wrong with coming to see off my father today?"

Ji Qingshang's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. She heard that Ji Fengyan and Lei Min were in Jicheng, and she was quite disdainful because of a pretty boy. How could he look so disastrous to the country and the people?

And seeing that although Liu Huo didn't say a word, he didn't resist Ji Fengyan's approach at all, which immediately made Ji Qingshang's eyes red with jealousy.

The corner of Ji Chief's mouth twitched slightly, he was stunned by Ji Fengyan's words and had nothing to say.

I could only curse "shameless" in a low voice, and ignored it.

Ji Linglong on the side was slightly taken aback, and then realized that the young man she saw outside Ji Fengyan's house that day was exactly the one in front of her.

"Father, it's getting late, it's better to let my uncle go to the ground earlier." Ji Linglong stepped forward to smooth things over.

Ji Chief snorted coldly, but he didn't dare to neglect, so he could only nod with a sullen face.

The guards of Ji's family held Ji Yun's urn and slowly put it into the excavated tomb. The surroundings became extremely quiet at this moment. Ling He and others resisted the soreness in their nasal cavity, their eyes were red, Looking at the small wooden box, they buried their most beloved person.

One cup of loess, one inch square box.

No matter how beautiful or miserable you were in life, death is like a lamp going out, everything disappears at this moment.

When the last handful of soil was covered, the people of Ji's family just perfunctory for a while, and then prepared to fight back to the house. It was a bright and sunny day, but it was already covered by dark clouds.

Ji Fengyan, Ling He and the others stood motionless in front of Ji Yun's grave, with no intention of leaving. Ji Chief didn't bother to care about them, so he called the others and left.

The silent cemetery seemed even more empty at this moment.

Ji Fengyan and a dozen guards stood in front of Ji Yun's grave, looking at the cold stone tablet, wondering what they were thinking.

"My lord, the lady is here to see you off, take a look..." Ling He, who had endured for a long time, finally couldn't bear the congested depression in his heart, and tears fell silently.

The other guards were sobbing and crying into a ball, but they forced themselves to stand up straight.

"Miss, although my lord hasn't been home for a long time, he will think of you before every battle. He said that he will be able to see you when he sends the armor back to repair it." Ling He shook his lips. , looking at the monsoon smoke.

A general dies in a hundred battles, and a strong man returns after ten years.

But what came back was that box of ashes...