: When old tears flow

A little light lit up in front of his eyes, which made Zhao Wuji feel more relieved. In his coma, he seemed to have been walking in a dark place. The clouds in the sky were like heavy lead blocks, so heavy that they almost fell down.

There were corpses that could not be seen at a glance. The clothes were all the people of the Song Dynasty. Further away, a golden tent stood in the clouds.

Zhao Wuji knew that it was the Golden Horde established by Sain Khan Badu, the most important man. He wanted to find weapons, but there was nothing underground except corpses. He had to clench his fists and go there to fight Sain Khan Badu.

But Mr. Lu couldn't get to the end. The Golden Horde seemed to be always above the clouds in the sky. But he gritted his teeth and walked over. The only hope in his heart was that he would not collude with his son anymore, even if he was killed by him.

He was even happy for this idea, because if Sain Khanba killed him, then Zhao Xu would definitely not cooperate with him again because of his father.

When the light came into view, Zhao Wuji saw his first wife, Lu. At this moment, her hair turned gray like a Sanniang, which made Zhao Wuji feel sad. But he could not tell Lu Ming that he had been killed by his son.

Especially at this moment, looking at her eyes full of concern, and even her concern made her originally beautiful eyes, when she narrowed her eyes, had some heavy lines.

Some tears flowed from Zhao Wuji's eyes, not sure whether it was for the Lüshi or for himself. He was scolding himself in his heart. For so many days, he couldn't even think of a solution to this matter.

Obviously, Zhao Fubo told Zhao Fubo that Zhao Fubo, who was determined to return to the Song Dynasty, would definitely not be spared by Zhao Xu, who colluded with the *** people. Even Zhao Wuji heard that Zhao Fubo was accumulating strength, and after everything was fixed, he would return to the country in large quantities. With his ability, since the entire Arab Empire, including the Crusaders from Europe, were not opponents, the hostile forces in the Song Dynasty would naturally not be opponents.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji fully understood Zhao Fubo and knew why he didn't fight for those years.

"The plan is determined and then move it, just in line with Sun Tzu's statement, 'The man who has won the temple before the battle will have to calculate more, and the man who has not won the temple before the battle will have to calculate less. The more he wins, the less he cannot win, and let alone the less he cannot win!'. At this moment, Fubo is in great order, and it is probably the matter is under calculation!"

"The Art of War" is something that the Zhao brothers must be proficient in. Whether it is Zhao Weinan, Zhao Wuji brothers, Zhao Xu, Zhao Fubo brothers, these are all part of their studies that they have to complete. When they recall it at this moment, Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a sudden realization in his heart.

Because Zhao Weinan and Zhao Fubo and his son acted in a coincidence, they were not as good as their father and son, otherwise why would they not be able to fight for their brothers and sons?

Thinking of this, tears in Zhao Wuji's eyes became even stronger. He turned around and faced the wall. Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes and onto the quilt.

"Master, look at what happened to you. In just a few days, even your beard turned gray! You...you should take care of yourself, otherwise...or...what should be done..."

When Mrs. Lu spoke, she cried and lost her brother, she had already burned her to death. If her husband had any more good things, why would her life be left in this world?

She cried quietly, but she couldn't figure out why the family affairs were one after another. First, the brother died inexplicably, and then the master didn't know what was so angry about it.

"Master, if you have anything, just say it out, otherwise...or..."

Zao Wuji, lying on the bed, gritted his teeth tightly. Listening to his wife's call, he did not dare to turn his tears to show her, and a deep guilt surged in his heart. As an old-fashioned man, Zao Wuji looked down on women, and he should not have to deal with any family problems.

Listening to the sad cry of the woman who had served him for many years, Zhao Wuji shook his head and tried his best to slow down his voice so that it sounded more balanced.

"Lüshi, I...I'm fine...you...you go out, I want to take a rest..."

Lu could hear the sadness in Zhao Wuji's voice, and guessed in his heart whether he had shed tears. But she never dared to disobey her husband's orders in her life, but she did not dare to stay here.

"There are no people here, drive everyone out, I want to be quiet!"

Zhao Wuji tried his best to resist the desire to cry in his heart, and gritted his teeth and ordered again.

"Yes, I'll come back later!"

Lu responded sadly, and took the roomful of girls, personally, the doctor, and left. He went out, but ordered two capable girls.

"You are willing to listen to the master's call here frequently, and don't respond when he calls others! Alas... the master looks like... God, what should I do..."

"It's Madam!"

The two girls responded and stood outside the door. Lu Cuo's orders and sighs came with the window. Zhao Wuji couldn't help but squeeze his face into a ball again, and tears surged out.

Not to mention that men don’t cry easily, just because they are sad. Just imagine the sadness in Zhao Wuji’s heart at this moment. Although he does not have great ambitions and does not think about expelling the Tartars and restoring China, Zhao Wuji is also a person who has read the books of sages and will never be with those jackals in any way.

"Oh, brother, brother is not talented, he has no ability to restore the Song Dynasty. Now he can't even manage his family well, and even his son has become a traitor. Oh, brother, what's the use of brothers who still have this life!"

Speaking of Zhao Xu's collusion with the *** people, Zhao Wuji had the desire to die. If you want to talk about Lu Ming's affairs, it might not be like this, but collusion with the *** people is like a prostitute in a brothel.

"No, I am a man. If I cry like this, I will not let others laugh at you to death. Everything has a solution, so how can I find a way to get rid of this matter? Or if I can catch Xu'er, I will lock him up in my house so that they will never see anyone again, or this matter can be solved!"

Zhao Wuji was always reluctant to kill Zhao Xu. The only idea was to break up his army and capture him home and lock him up forever. From his perspective, since Zhao Xu's collusion with the people of the *** people has been solved, it may be worthy of the Gengzu clan!
Chapter completed!