The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

"Let's do this," the old veteran said in a final word.

The third-year young man responded and said yes, but the tall man still hesitated, sitting without speaking.

The old man took a look at his eldest grandson and said: "Old Mrs. Jiang is here, you have to host a banquet for Mrs. Jiang, why did you let Mrs. Jiang go?"

The tall young man was embarrassed by the elder Taijun's words, and he didn't think of it.

"Let's make arrangements later, and I also want to see Mrs. Jiang," the old man said.

"Yes," this time, the tall man answered.

"The third child, go and call up your good guys," the old veteran said: "The boss stays, I have something to tell you."

The brothers looked at each other, and the third-year youngster left the house first.

"Grandma, I..." After listening to the closing of the door in the third year of high school, the tall man was ready to explain to the elder Taijun again, he hesitated at the moment.

The old lady waved his hand at the tall man and said, "I know what you are afraid of, but this matter cannot tolerate you."

The tall man has nothing to say.

Senior veteran: "Your destiny is lying in front of our eyes. You are not convinced, and my old lady is not convinced, but now this result is the best result. If you don't want to accept it, then you can only rebel."

With soldiers in hand, dominating one side, no matter how bold you are, for the Gao family, rebellion is really not impossible. is it possible? Gao Qianli, Liu's, Gao Heng, and Gao Xun are all in the capital. Gao Xi dared to raise troops here, but over there, the heads of his two younger brothers had to fall to the ground, so I asked Gao Xi if he dared!

"Furthermore, we don't have much chance of success," the elder Taijun continued: "Whether we can play in the Northland is a question. After all, our Gao family is not the only one in the Northland."

You can't regard Xu Zhuchuan as dead, can you?

If it weren't for the interior of the old lady's bedroom, the tall man would have to look around to see if there are any ears in the partition wall.

The elder Taijun looked at Gao Xi, "You should give your grandmother a precise word today, what are your plans?"

The tall prince was speechless, how could he tell his grandmother that he couldn't solve the family's current plight? The imperial court suppressed the Gao family. Xu Zhuchuan and a group of people were staring at him, and now there was another aggressive Sun Danyang. Gao Xi was able to deal with such a situation freely. It was already commendable, and it was really embarrassing for him to rebel. Him.

"Master Zhao and his wife are kind to our Gao family," the old elder Taijun said, looking at his eldest grandson: "If you have any kindness, you have to repay your kindness. We can't be ungrateful people."

Gao Xi was said to be anxious by the old lady, "Grandma, I am not an ungrateful person, I..."

"I know," the elder Taijun interrupted Gao Xi, "you are afraid."

Gao Xi is the leading general, and asking him to admit that he is timid is also embarrassing him.

"Don't be afraid," the old lady took Gao Xi's hand, patted it lightly, and said: "The worst is over. Don't think about your father anymore. He was wronged, but he was beaten. Isn't he responsible for losing the battle? Not only has he not been in prison, but he has also been sealed off. What else do you want?"

Gao Xi shook his head, what should he say? Just not reconciled.

"You can't escape if you don't do it," the old veteran said: "Sun Danyang has dragged you into the water. If you don't do anything, then you are a coward."

Gao Xi watched his grandmother hold his hand, a skinny hand with wrinkled skin and age spots.

"Don't be afraid," the old lady patted Gao Xi's hand again.

"Zhao Xilou is too foolish," Gao Xi whispered.

The old lady: "But he also seized this opportunity. Whether it's a nonsense, it depends on the result."

The tall man didn't realize that this matter could have any good results, but in front of the old grandmother, the tall man did not speak any more, but nodded.

"Go, send someone to write an invitation to Old Lady Jiang," the old veteran said: "We have been rude first, and I hope Old Lady Jiang will not blame us."

The tall prince got up to leave, after thinking about it, he asked his grandmother again: "Do you think Zhao Xilou and the others can succeed?"

The elder Madam: "I just hope they can come back safely, shouldn't you worry about the bones of the old man?"

The tall man's face flushed all at once.

It can be seen from the words of the old veteran Taijun that at the time of the old Taijun, she also believed that the recapture of Gao Xun's bones was the private matter of their Gao family.

"You must write the invitation yourself," the old veteran pretended not to see the red face of the grandson, and exhorted: "Don't be rude."

The tall man nodded.

When the people in the high mansion sent the invitation to the old man Jiang, Sun Rui accepted the invitation for the old man and said to the steward who sent the post: "The old man is visiting his old friend, and the old man will go to your mansion in the evening."

The steward asked who the old friend of the old man belonged to, but then he thought about it, it was not his turn to ask him alone. The steward didn't ask anything, and after bowing to Sun Rui, he returned to the Gaofu.

One of Sun Rui's soldiers hurried into the house and said to Sun Rui: "General, the old man's fat boy has passed away."

Sun Rui said softly.

The soldier: "He died of illness. This old man joined the army. Only two children and grandchildren died. One was an eight-year-old great-grandson, and a young son who had no legs."

Sun Rui didn't speak for a long while. The family was miserable, but in the frontier army, how many people can live long and have a neat family? Zhao Lingyun's brother-in-law has become a general, isn't he also killed in the battle, and finally his wife will go with him?

"You go get three hundred taels of silver tickets," Sun Rui ordered his own soldier to say: "The old lady shouldn't have enough money with him. You give the old lady the silver notes."

"Yes" the soldier took his order in a hurry.

At this time, the old man put three sticks of incense in front of the tablet of the third son of the little king. A tablet offered by an ordinary military household is not very good. The tablets of Mr. Wang and his children and grandchildren are made of bare wood, and the characters are not very good-looking. I don’t know who came from it, anyway. May be a serious scholar.

The old man counted the tablets in front of him, a small wooden table with nine tablets on it, the family had already left nine.

Mr. Wang’s widow Zhou, standing behind him, watching the old man staring at the tablet in a daze, this one sighed slightly. She was sad, and she cried away from tears. Mrs. Zhou is no longer sad now. Energetic.

"Brother," the old lady Zhou called to her father.

Old man: "I was thinking about seeing the three sons in this life. I also brought rice from Jiangjia Village. You Wangjia Village's rice wine, I thought the three would like to eat it, alas!"

He came all the way, but he didn't expect that his old friend was no longer alive. The old man was very sad, but he didn't seem to be able to say anything. What could he say? Is it possible to be undead in the military?

"How did you become a military household?" the old man asked Zhou, "Why are you a military household?"