Chapter 368 (1/2)

This is a lush Royal Cemetery, where there are exotic trees of Changchun in the four seasons, fragrant flowers and plants in the four seasons, as well as the clear lake like a mirror, reflecting this peaceful and peaceful geomantic treasure land.

This is the mausoleum of the royal family of the Dayun Dynasty. The royal members of the royal family of the Universiade Dynasty lie here over the years. Looking around the tranquil lake, the tombs of all sizes are arranged in perfect order, as if this is not a cemetery, but a paradise.

”Stop, who are you?” All of a sudden, a visit interrupted the tranquility of the cemetery. When I looked at it, I saw that a young man was stopped by the guard of the cemetery with his memorial objects.

”This is the Royal Cemetery. No one is allowed to disturb the peace of the ancestors of the cemetery. Please leave as soon as possible.” There are not many guards in the Royal Cemetery, which is only a hundred people. But these 100 people are all masters of one hundred, and each can be one as ten.

”I'm Zhou Han. I'm here to worship Jianning.” The boy did not start, just said this calmly.

It is true that this young man is Zhou Han. After visiting Yuelu Mountain, the private soldiers and the housekeeper's grandfather, he did not immediately return to the paradise. He first went to worship his father and then came to the Royal Cemetery.

When Jianning was buried here, Zhou Han at that time was just a humble boy, and these guards didn't let him in at all. After Zhou Han retired from the army, he was also in a hurry to visit Jianning.

If Zhou Han enters Fu Zong after two months, I don't know when he will be able to come.

From Jianning was buried to now, Zhou Han has never come in to visit him. He is not a qualified son-in-law, and he has not been able to protect Jianning. If he can't even look at Jianning, what kind of face does he have to think of that haunting figure in his heart.

”What, are you Zhou Han?” The guards of the cemetery felt Zhou Han's strong breath and knew that they were not the young man's opponents. They were all a little surprised.

If Zhou Han wants to break through, they will not be able to stop it. But without the emperor's instructions or the emperor's edict, they could not let Zhou Han in, otherwise they would all be implicated in nine clans.

Because this is the resting place for the Royal ancestors, and now it is the time for the rise and power of the Universiade Dynasty, they are arranged to guard the mausoleum here, which is the Royal trust for them. If you have failed, the punishment will be extremely severe.

”Time is short, there is no imperial edict or instruction from the emperor. Please do me a favor. Today, I'm here to pay tribute to my dead wife, Jianning. I don't want to fight with you. ” Zhou Han's voice is still quiet, and he doesn't want to start with these guards who guard Jianning.

”Yes, but But there is no imperial edict or imperial edict. If we let you in, we will be implicated in nine tribes. ” All the guards have complicated faces. Zhou Han is a small God of war in the army. He has made outstanding contributions and is the core elder of the military alliance. His status is higher than that of the emperor. How dare they obstruct these small roles, but how dare they let Zhou Han in.

”Don't worry. I'll tell the emperor later. He won't embarrass you.” Zhou Han's hand stretched out, a burst of genuine Qi burst out, instantly formed a boundary, all the guards were covered in it.

All the guards were trapped in the border. They tried to break it, but there was no law to break it. They had to watch Zhou Han step into the cemetery.

”What to do? We are trapped and can't stop Zhou Han.”

”Well, it's Zhou Han. I'm afraid the emperor is here and can't stop him.”

”Well, who could have thought that the young man who had been ruined at the beginning had grown up to such an extent.”

”Yes, I still remember that this young man once wanted to enter here to worship Princess Jianning, but I drove him away. Today he didn't do anything. He just trapped us. His heart is not comparable to that of ordinary people.”

”Well, if the boy had a little bit of resentment, we would not have a good result today.”

……

Watching Zhou Han step into the cemetery, a group of guards are helpless.

This is a peaceful pure land, very quiet, Zhou Han stepped into it, as if his heart began to slowly quiet up.

But in the mind that the twilight picture, but let Zhou Han heart surging.

”Zhou Han, I want to spread flowers all over every corner of our wedding, let everyone with a smile wish us well?”

……

”Zhou Han, if I am going to give you a daughter instead of a son, will you dislike me?”

……

”Zhou Han, if one day I have white hair and wrinkles, will you not want me?”

……

The picture scroll in the memory is always so beautiful, but the memory that passed away can only be the memory, that Qing Cheng person son, will never come back again.

Zhou Han walked through the tombs, and finally stopped in front of a tomb which was newer than other tombs. The inscription on the tombstone was: Tomb of Jianning.

There are only these four characters on the tombstone. There is no one who made the monument, and there are no other signs of birthdays. Maybe this is a pain that the royal family does not want to mention. Maybe it is a shame that the royal family wants to forget.Zhou Han's heart of sadness to the extreme, he once promised to protect Jianning, but when she needed himself most, he was not by her side. She could only kill herself by crashing against the wall helplessly. What's the difference between himself and a liar?

Zhou Han slowly knelt down in front of Jianning's tomb and stroked the cold tombstone. He couldn't control his grief and began to wail.

In the thousands of troops fighting, Zhou Han has not shed a drop of tears.

Facing the fierce enemy's pursuit, Zhou Han has not shed a drop of tears.

Now, faced with the cold tombstone of his beloved, this young man with a rock in his heart, he can no longer control himself. His tears, like the flood that broke the dike, broke his last psychological defense line.