After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Ying Bing looked at the empty tables, chairs and benches, rubbed the big-headed doll around her waist, and pushed the door open to go out.

But before she could go downstairs, she suddenly stopped.

Most of the customers at Jiawei Restaurant are soldiers, and for some reason, business is particularly slow today.

He sat quietly at the wine table in the corner, like a sculpture without a soul.

What caught his eye on the table was a letter from home that could never be sent, and half a string of copper coins.

He was originally a young man full of vigor and vitality.

Now his back looks lonely and dazed, like a frustrated wanderer.

"Sister Tianxian, your husband has been sitting there all afternoon."

"Let's say we quarrel at the head of the bed and make peace at the foot of the bed..."

The restaurant owner thought that the two were having a conflict, so she tried to persuade them with the tone of someone who had experienced it.

"Back early?"

Ying Bing's lacquer-like eyes were vaguely unclear.

She knew him very well. Even if she didn't want to know, she could know what he was thinking from the moment she saw him.

He is not the kind of person who laughs, scolds, and has another face hidden in his heart. Of course, he is not a difficult person to understand. He is sometimes very childish, and his happiness and sadness are mostly written on his face.

He always makes something I like to eat...

Ying Bing finally gave up the idea of ​​cooking and sat quietly beside him, staying silent with him.

After a long time, Li Mo murmured:

"Bingtuozi, the father of Fu Yingzi, whom I have been looking for, is dead."

"Because of the impending war, he died on the way to deliver military intelligence."

Having grown up in peace in his previous life, Xiao Li's knowledge of the word "war" was limited to books. What he saw were the heroic deeds of famous generals and sages.

I never knew how many of those numbers that were just mentioned were letters from home that would never be delivered.

Lu Yi was just one of the things that happened to him.

The real war hasn't even begun.

Many more will die in the war.

and.

This war is inseparable from him.

"Bingtuozi, shouldn't we have come to Southern Xinjiang from the beginning?"

"We clearly haven't done anything bad, so why are so many people dying all of a sudden?"

Li Mo was calling her, but it seemed like he was not asking anyone at all, but rather asking himself.

These questions also touched Ying Bing's heart.

She felt a strange yet understandable pain in her heart.

She lowered her eyes, gently took his hand and placed it in her palm, and said softly:

"This is the general trend. For example, in war, there is no right or wrong, only what should and should not be done."

"Maybe someone comes a little earlier or a little later, that's all."

In the previous life, the disaster beast tide secretly planned by the descendants of the Shang Dynasty also broke out, but it broke out after the overthrow of the Qingyuan Sect.

Not to mention Qingmu City, even the South Gate was breached and the ravages spread all the way to Yunzhou.

"A young man with a small fortune...a hero..."

Li Mo looked at the dozens of copper coins, and then looked at the letter from home that had been opened.

The letter is long but the meaning is brief, I just want you to be safe.

"But I can't even protect the safety of a small family..."

Ying Bing hummed, stared into the boy's eyes, and said:

“Words are pale and powerless, only what has been experienced is called experience.”

"You learn to grow up through experience."

The girl's voice was gentle.

Li Mo opened his mouth and turned his head to look at her. She seemed to make people see the flowing moonlight in this cloudy night.

He wanted to ask Bingtuozi, did you know that there would be a war and what would happen in southern Xinjiang?

But once I saw those eyes, I felt there was no need to ask any further questions.

She knew it.

She knew it from the moment she made a wish for peace and happiness to the Jade Phoenix God.

Li Mo finally realized that she understood the weight of this wish better than he did at that time.

She is waiting for herself to grow up.

"Bingtuozi, what are your plans?"

"Just like you."

"Bingtuozi, I'm so tired."

"Then go to sleep. Just have a good sleep."

In the deserted and quiet restaurant.

Suddenly, the song of orchids in the valley began to flow, soft and melodious.