The ladies gathered around and finally comforted Wang Jiang. Wang Jiang sobbed, while crawling to Li Zhongyi's feet and begged: "Silly Dahei left us orphans and widows, and we can't live this life. I want to ask the Lord for the previous thing..."

Li Zhongyi felt uncomfortable and was so suffocating that he hugged Wang Dahei's boy tightly, nodded and said, "Just say, as long as I can do, I will agree to you."

"My man from my family is stupid, just like Sha Zhu. I want to ask my master to go forward. When Sha Zhu grows up in the future, I will let him and his father go to fight and kill a few more Khitan dogs!" When Wang Jiang thought of the man's kindness to her, he couldn't help but feel sad and cried.

Li Zhongyi has not known the feeling of crying for a long time, but facing such a simple man, his eyes could not help but be wet.

"Okay, dad, hero, son. I promise you that I will teach my son Sha Zhu personally to grow up and help him get married and have children. However, if you get a fame and fortune immediately, whether you can be admitted to the martial arts lecture hall or whether you can get a title depends on Sha Zhu's own ability!" Li Zhongyi has always been a promise in the army. As long as it was something he promised, he has no record of repentance.

"Thank you for your grace, I can go with Dahei with peace of mind..." Wang Jiang, who had come from somewhere, actually got up from the ground and wanted to rush out and hit the wall.

Fortunately, Chu Xiong kept staring at Wang Jiang's every move. Seeing that the situation was not good, he didn't care about the rules that men and women could not understand. He rushed forward with a steadily and firmly grabbed Wang Jiang's right arm.

Li Zhongyi Wan did not expect that Wang Jiang, who looked very ordinary, was so strong that she actually planned to sacrifice her husband for her.

Chu Xiong did such a beautiful job. If Wang Jiang was killed directly in front of Li Zhongyi, the hatred between the soldiers of the three armies and the civil officials group would be higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea, and would never be able to be resolved.

Li Zhongyi could not suppress it when facing the heavy emotional pressure, so he had to borrow a few more heads to criticize the undead of the Wang family and his wife!

After everyone's persuasion, Wang Jiang finally gave up his thoughts of death, and Li Zhongyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Zhongyi led Li Qiniang slowly into the mourning hall. He waved his hand to reject the entourage, and lit three incenses in person with the flames of the white candle.

"Brother Dahei, your son is my son. I will definitely teach him well and make him a pillar of the country in the future." Li Zhongyi twisted the incense with his hands and bowed solemnly three times.

The soldiers of the three armies standing on the side were all staring at Li Zhongyi with tears in their eyes. How noble the Lord's identity was, he even bowed three times for Wang Dahei. This huge glory could not be described in words.

Unlike all the warlords of this era, Li Zhongyi had only two favorite disciples before, but he never accepted adopted sons or godsons.

In order to safeguard Li Zhongyi's dignity, Wang Dahei sacrificed his life to the master, and he deeply moved Li Zhongyi. He made an exception to accept Sha Zhu's godson, which means that Sha Zhu's future will definitely be a bright light without any suspense.

In life, what I fear most is that my father and mother remarry, and no one cares about the orphans!

Although Wang Dahei left, his son Sha Zhu became Li Zhongyi's son and announced in public that who would not empathize with the soldiers of the three armed forces present?

Let’s not talk about anything else. Just two disabled team members in front of the ruling royal palace, one lame his right leg and the other broke his left arm, but they poked in front of the royal palace every day. Who wouldn’t see the soldiers coming and going?

According to the bad rules of this era, the disabled officers are the abandoned children of the era, and the warlords with a little sympathy will at most reward a few lives and send them home.

If it is a ruthless warlord, he is likely to sweep out and let himself die from then on!

Li Zhongyi just went the other way. In front of the Supreme Gate of the Central Plains, the officers in charge of guarding the gate were actually two disabled people. Isn’t this the one who never leaves, and what?

For this matter, Li Zhongyi was secretly scolded by Shilin's scholar. He knew who was secretly saying strange words, but he just pretended not to hear them and continued to do whatever he wanted.

During the funeral, what no one expected was that Li Zhongyi would take the initiative to step forward and replace the black face that was carrying the coffin.

“The Lord…”

“The Lord…”

"Ah... Lord... this is absolutely impossible..."

"Wang Dahei can rest in peace..."

The Supreme of the world personally carried the coffin for the incomparable little officer. This was the first time that the yellow-flowered daughter had ever been in a sedan chair!

Everyone present, including Wang Jiang, who had just been seeking death, was stunned and stared at Li Zhongyi who was struggling to carry the coffin in a daze.

Li Zhongyi noticed that the coffin was tilted to the side and shouted sternly: "What are you doing when you are stunned? Listen to my command, 1, 2, 3, get the coffin..."

"rise……"

"Hey……"

"Hi……"

The other seven strong men in charge of carrying the coffin, each with tears in their eyes, exerted all their brute force, and lifted the coffin up, and followed the horns that Li Zhongyi shouted, and walked out the door.

In this era, in addition to direct blood relatives, there are some taboos in the prophecies and divination of Yin people's mutual restraint. As a woman, Li Qiniang had to go to the countryside to follow the customs. She could not follow the coffin and had to help appease Wang Jiang.

Wang Dahei's funeral venue is simply comparable to a prince, and the streets are filled with filial soldiers of the three armies.

In particular, Li Zhongyi, the owner of Kaifeng, actually carried the coffin for the unknown man himself, which was an incomparable honor that could not be described in words.

"Oh, what an amazing attacking technique, I'm far from it!" After Zhao Kuangyin learned the news, he couldn't help but sigh to the sky.

Zhao Kuangyi, who was entangled again, immediately sneered and said sarcastically: "It's just a trick to invite the army to buy morale. Who can't?"

Zhao Laoer, who had always been reluctant to be angry at Zhao Kuangyi, suddenly became angry. He slapped the table and shouted sternly: "You can do it, let two disabled people guard the gate? You can do it, personally carry the coffin for the little officer who is a little too much?"

"Last brother, I tell you, if you continue to be so short-sighted, our family will be defeated by you sooner or later." Zhao Kuangyin's inexplicable fire not only did not scare Zhao Kuangyi, but instead made him catch the stalker, "Second brother, then tell me, what is long-sightedness?"

Zhao Kuangyin was determined to scold Zhao Kuangyi severely, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back.

"There is no flower red for a hundred days, and the moon is no sun for a whole day. Li Zhongyi once said: Riding a donkey and reading the songbook, the good show is behind." Zhao Kuangyin patiently hinted to Zhao Laosan.
Chapter completed!