"Ming Gong!!!" Guo Jia replied with tears in his eyes and choked.

"Thank you for your protection of the orphans over the years."

"This is Guo's duty, and Mr. Ming doesn't need to thank him..." Guo Jia's tone trembled and seemed very excited.

"Don't be obsessed with filial piety." The middle-aged man smiled slightly, turned around, and disappeared into the vast white area.

"Ming Gong, what are you doing? Wait for me!" Guo Jia wanted to move to catch up, but his body could not move at all.

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Time extends backwards, about five months after the decisive battle in Xia Pi, and is located in a rural thatched cottage in Linzi, Qingzhou.

Guo Jia lay on the bed in the cottage, hiding his old illness for many years and his severe knife wounds, which left him resting for five months but still not fully recovered. However, it is no problem to move properly or do some simple exercises.

At this moment, Guo Jia was sitting upright on the bed, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, looking at the crooked and not very beautiful words on it.

He has read this letter countless times over the past few months.

"When you can leave this place, the battle between Yuan and Cao is probably over. I think the end of one dynasty is a sign of the rise of another dynasty. The world can be united for a long time and will be separated for a long time. Life is also OK. It is not a road that goes to darkness. Destiny can sometimes be manipulated by heaven, and sometimes it can be chosen by people themselves. It depends on your own mentality and intention. Except for medical officials, the rest of the people who take care of you are all rural husbands. They will not monitor you or stop your behavior. After the injury is cured, whether to go or stay is up to you."

Below the letter, there is a very meaningful signature.

"Old friend Yuan San gave Guo Si."

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Guo Jia took a deep breath, closed the bamboo slips, and put them aside without saying a word.

Then, he raised his hand and rubbed the big bag on his head that Yuan Shang smashed out with the hilt of his sword five months ago. After so long, he still felt a slight pain, but he imagined that Yuan Shang was so hard at that time.

"This bastard! He didn't want to kill me at that time, but to kill me!" Guo Jia gritted his teeth and said to himself.
Chapter completed!