Chapter 734 (1/2)

March weather, no sunshine.

The peaches and plums in full bloom in the imperial garden can not drive away the cold shrouded in the palace. There are sad feelings inside and outside the palace of Xiao state, and the whole Chang'an is immersed in the bad news from the north.

Even the good news that the Mexican King's army defeated the state of Liang and captured millet pine alive could not dispel the grief of Zhao Xingwen's sacrifice.

Huo Tianxiu led Huo Wenkang to stand outside Huo Wenshu's boudoir window and looked at the tearful girl inside. He regretted it.

If he had insisted before, he would cut off her marriage with Zhao Xingwen regardless.

Now, she is not so sad.

Huo Tianxiu squatted down and whispered to Huo Wenkang, ”go and persuade your sister to eat.”

Huo Wenkang nodded cleverly. Although Huo Tianxiu and Huo Wenshu never told him what had happened, it was known all over the city, and the servants of Huo mansion inevitably sighed.

I feel sorry for my young lady and my uncle who didn't come to the door. Heaven is jealous of marriage.

Their private gossip will inevitably fall into Huo Wenkang's ears. Huo Wenkang, who is only 12, says it's big or small.

He reorganized those words and phrases and knew that Zhao Xingwen... Couldn't come back.

He hid in the quilt and cried all night. During the days when Zhao Xingwen came to Huo's house for dinner every day, he taught him martial arts and accompanied him to practice the sand table. In his heart, apart from his blood, Zhao Xingwen was even closer than his sister.

However, now, Zhao Xingwen's voice and smile are still clearly printed in his mind. There are all kinds of gifts from him in the room, including bows and arrows tied for him personally, wooden swords cut for him personally, and polo made for him personally

Those objects are reflected in the eyes one by one, but the man who dotes on him can never come back

Huo Wenkang just cried all night, so he didn't dare to cry again, or even show a trace of sadness in front of Huo Wenshu.

He knew that his sister was much more heartache than him.

Huo Tianxiu knew that he was sensible. Every once in a while, he would lead him to visit Huo Wenshu, talk with her and barely feed her two spoons of food.

Huo Tianxiu stood outside the window and watched Huo Wenshu hold Huo Wenkang to stop his tears before he stepped in.

”Kang'er, it's time to study.” Huo Tianxiu rubbed Huo Wenkang's hair.

Huo Wenkang now practices martial arts in the morning and writing in the afternoon every day. The time is very full, and there is only such a short spare time for lunch.

He nodded meekly, took out the gold hairpin of the winged bird in Huo Wenshu's hand, put it on the bun for her, and then politely left. When he came to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back, opened his mouth to Huo Wenshu in a still immature voice and said, ”sister, you still have me.”

Huo Wenshu tried to pull up a smile, but her lips were pale and her face became more and more haggard. Only the bright gold hairpin on her bun added a touch of color to her.

Huo Wenkang knows that the golden hairpin is the object of love between Zhao Xingwen and Huo Wenshu. My sister looks at the golden hairpin every day.

He could not comfort her by saying that her death was over, because even he could not forget Zhao Xingwen.

Huo Wenkang finally stamped his foot towards the master. He had never been so eager to grow up. When he grew up, he could at least go to the battlefield and kill the Mongolian enemies.

Huo Tianxiu saw his back go away completely. He just pursed his lips and opened his mouth to Huo Wenshu: ”old general Zhao doesn't intend to transport Xingwen's body back to Chang'an. He said that wrapping the body in a vest is the honor of every general.”