world weapon

Qin Chuan is old, but his appearance has not changed at all, he still looks like a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.

This year has been the tenth year of Xinghe, and the world is in a peaceful and prosperous age.

In the early spring, the mountains and plains of Jiange are full of peach blossoms.

Qin Chuan took a jug of wine and a wine glass and went to the deep mountains to look for his old friends.

Who is the old friend?

Bai Xueji, Zhao Chengwang, Qi, Han Que...

Qin Chuan, dressed in white, lightly landed in front of a black tombstone.

Inscribed on the stele: Tomb of my best friend Bai Xueji.

Bai Xueji liked to be quiet when he was alive, and he didn't want to be disturbed too much after death, so an enchantment was set up around the cemetery, making it difficult for ordinary people to enter.

Qin Chuan poured himself a glass of wine, drank it in front of the tombstone, then picked up the jug and sprinkled a little wine in front of the tomb.

This is the right drink.

Qin Chuan recalled the girl's pink and white complexion when they first met, and his heart moved, so he folded a peach blossom and placed it in front of the tomb.

"I'll see you next year." Qin Chuan said softly.

Then Qin Chuan visited the cemeteries of the rest of the deceased one by one, not even the enemy's.

——At his age, all hatred has been put aside.

Besides, the enemy is now an old friend.

A month ago, when the new emperor ascended the throne, he was the first to suppress Jiange and ordered Qin Chuan to abdicate, and Qin Chuan readily obeyed.

What about in the future?How will he spend the rest of his life?

Maybe it's "Xiao Zhou passed away from now on, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life".

The world is changing, but the peach blossoms remain the same every year.