Chapter 657

General Qi was stunned at the moment he saw Han Zhan.

"Why are you here?"

Han Zhishan just wanted to avoid Han Zhan. He didn't want Han Zhan to know the cause of his death, let alone see his tragic death. He arranged the aftermath early and couldn't wait to go to Xiangling, just to go quietly alone.

It was snowy white.

Han Zhan didn't know how he came to general Qi.

Hearing his question, he couldn't help looking suddenly.

After half a sound, he said, "I... Come to see my father."

His voice was hoarse and trembled slightly.

The slender figure of young Lang seemed to be blown up in the wind. The wind raised his wide sleeves and puffed his pockets, as if he wanted to take away even people.

The peach blossom eyes, which had been publicized wantonly, were at a loss and frightened at this time.

The snow-white fluttering in the wind made his eyes ache and almost want to cry.

Seeing him like this, general Qi couldn't bear it. In the end, he could only sigh.

"You come with me."

It's only the beginning of spring now, but the terrain of Xiangling mountain is cold and gloomy, and Zhongyong Hou just went last night. At this time, the coffin was stopped in the account of the military camp commander at the foot of Xiangling mountain.

General Qi also sent people to buy these things from a small town twenty miles away.

General Qi sighed.

"Your father didn't want you to come. Why did you come?"

General Qi is naturally happy that Han Zhan can come. No matter whose flesh and blood Han Zhan is, it is the old man who has brought him up. After all these years, cats and dogs have developed feelings, not to mention his son who hurts to the bone. When he comes, Han Zhishan's spirit in heaven can also be comforted.

General Qi thought it was king Xiaoyao who told Han Zhan about the old man.

He sighed: "that shameless man has a little conscience."

Chu Zhi pursed her lips and whispered, "LINGJI told us."

"Who?" general Qi raised his voice and thought he had heard wrong. "Who are you talking about?"

"LINGJI." Chu Zhi pursed, "she's still alive. She told us that her father..."

They hurried all the way. They didn't dare to stop to have a rest for fear that they would be late and won't see Han Zhishan's last side.

I didn't expect it was still a step late.

Hearing that LINGJI was still alive, general Qi was furious and couldn't help shouting abuse.

"This bitch, a sinister and vicious woman, is still alive! What face does she have to live in the world?"

General Qi's face was livid. Who didn't know that Han Zhishan wanted to die, so he would kill LINGJI himself. Unexpectedly, LINGJI was still alive. Doesn't that prove that Han Zhishan died in vain?

Thinking of this, general Qi had the heart to divide LINGJI into five parts.

General Qi hated LINGJI to the bone in this compartment and greeted her ancestors for eight generations, but Han Zhan couldn't hear anything in that compartment.

The ears rumble, and the eyes are dazzling white.

He looked at Han Zhishan lying in the coffin. He couldn't imagine that his father, who was once full of gas and could chase him around the Hou house for ten times, was gone.

How possible!

Chu Zhi's eyes fell on Han Zhan. She stared at Han Zhan tightly for fear that Han Zhan would be unhappy.

Don't say Han Zhan. Even Chu Zhi felt that he was gouging out his heart when he saw this white eye.

Han Zhishan is an excellent elder, good-natured, honest and resourceful. He treats Chu Zhi as his own daughter. He loves Chu Zhi more than Han Zhan.

At this time, Chu Zhi had long forgotten the sharp, dignified and murderous eyes of Zhongyong Hou when he was in the pavilion outside the city.

The only thing I remember is that Zhongyong Hou touched his beard every time and said with a smile, "Zhizhi is my daughter. If this smelly boy bullies you in the future, you'll tell me that I'm sure he doesn't dare to go home."

She remembered that Zhongyong Hou could not hide his love every time he said these words.

In Hou's house, she felt unprecedented love, just like when she was in Zhao's house, she really regarded her as a relative.

It was the Marquis who told her that life in the world was like a white horse passing through a gap and fleeting.

So, in order to force yourself to do nothing because of others and always live in the mouth of others? Why can't you be yourself and live the way you want? Isn't that better.

Therefore, Chu Zhi found himself in Hou's house.

Han Zhishan proved with practical actions that there are such amiable families in the world.

However, now it is the person who treats Chu Zhi as his own daughter, but it is gone.

The heart aches badly.

Chu Zhi clenched his teeth and told himself to hold on.

She is like this, not to mention Han Zhan.

But in the end, Han Zhan didn't have any expression. Before others spoke, he took the lead in saying, "what can my father leave?"

"He said he was very happy. Don't feel sorry for him, because he's going to find Lianji soon."

Speaking of this, general Qi paused again.

He thought of LINGJI.

The woman who suffered a thousand knives framed Han Zhishan with a conspiracy. As a result, she lived well.

For what?

Is the death of his old man really so white?

Thinking of this, general Qi swallowed what he had said.

It turned into: "I know what your father thinks. I don't think it's enough to end the gratitude and resentment in his previous life in their hands. He doesn't want you to live in resentment. After killing LINGJI himself, he came to Xiangling mountain alone. He just doesn't want you to avenge him. You should have your own life. I thought so before, but..."

General Qi gnashed his teeth: "LINGJI is not dead! How can she not be dead!"

Word by word, it seems to want to tear LINGJI into her belly.

He can't let the old man die in vain.

"She hurt Lianji and my old man. You must not let her go. You must avenge your father!" general Qi said, "I know that if your father is here, you may not agree, but..."

"I know." Han Zhan's voice was hoarse. "Uncle Qi, don't worry. I will kill LINGJI myself and avenge my father."

General Qi was relieved: "good boy!"

He looked at the dark blue under Han Zhan's eyes, his pale face without any blood color, and his scarlet eyes, and couldn't help sighing.

"You've hurried all the way. You'd better go and have a rest first. I'll guard here and change me when you sleep."

Han Zhan shook his head: "I can't sleep."

Seeing that Han Zhan insisted on keeping the spirit, others couldn't persuade him, so he had to give up.

General Qi was already old, and Han Zhishan left. It was a great blow to him. He was not in good spirits, so he was advised to have a rest.

In a flash, Han Zhan and Chu Zhi were left in the mourning hall.

Han Zhan knelt in front of Han Zhishan's memorial tablet and slowly burned the paper money.

Thin lips close, teeth clench.

All over his mind, Han Zhishan was furious at himself, but finally shook his head and sighed, and finally looked spoiled and loving.

He had never hated a person so much as he did at this time. He hated each other to the bone. He wanted to strip his muscles and cut thousands of knives to comfort his father's spirit in heaven.