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It was still snowing heavily in the desolate city.

The few soldiers left under Zhang Yao's command had all followed him all the way from his hometown in Dongxiang.

No matter how loyal one is, it will be scattered in the hardships along the way.

Now, people are guarding this desolate city, living in uncertainty at any moment, and are almost numb.

Just at the evening of that day, a familiar singing voice could be faintly heard outside the city.

At first it was so distant and vague that it was hard to hear clearly.

Gradually, the singing became clearer and clearer, and it turned out to be a country song that was widely circulated in Dongxiang.

There were both men and women singing. The singing was not very pleasant and was even a little off-tune, but it was enough to shake the hearts of the few remaining soldiers in the desolate city.

"If only I could go home..."

"I didn't die outside. I have an 80-year-old mother at home."

"When I left, my wife was about to give birth."

In the desolate city, soldiers were speaking sad words in groups of two or three, and the morale of the army was low.

Someone finally couldn't help but say, "Otherwise... let's surrender."

As soon as he said this, Dongxiang's last bit of momentum disappeared.

Lu Yizhou and Shi Li stood outside the desolate city and waited until midnight.

The snow stopped.

The bright moonlight shone on the white snow, reflecting the gate of the desolate city slowly opening.

The soldiers of Dongxiang lined up and walked out one by one, looking at them with fear and hope.

Among these people, there is no Zhang Yao.

After all, he was Zhang Wen's eldest son, so even if he was defeated, he would never let himself be imprisoned. So on the eve of the surrender of Qicheng, he committed suicide on the city wall.

The whole world finally belonged to Nanyue.

Qicheng was the last city recovered by Nanyue.

After entering the city, everyone was busy.

Su Zhongyao was busy changing the defenses, Lu Yizhou was busy comforting the people, and asked the people who had been prepared to open the porridge shop overnight.

On this night when everyone was anxious, several large pots of thick white porridge were cooked to soothe the frightened hearts of the people.

Due to the continuous winter snow, many people in the city have fallen ill.

Shi Li was also busy, so he changed his face and set up a small stall next to the porridge shop, where he specialized in taking the pulse and providing free medical treatment for the sick elderly, weak, women and children in the city.

Everyone was busy all night.

By the time the morning star appeared in the sky the next day, the patient was no longer in front of Shili's shed.

She pinched her red, frozen fingers and couldn't help yawning.

With tears of sleepiness in the corners of my eyes, I saw a blurry yet familiar figure slowly walking towards me from a distance.

The plain white clothes are as cold as snow.

"You're wearing so little, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Shi Li was so angry that she jumped up and walked out of the shed, holding Lu Yizhou's hand, looking up at him angrily, "Is our family so poor that we don't have any clothes for you to wear?"

Lu Yizhou: ...

He had just finished his work and heard that Shi Li had not slept all night here, so he hurried over to check on her. He had indeed neglected himself and was speechless when questioned.

"Go home! If you get sick, I'll put the bitterest coptis root in your prescription!"

Shi Li angrily took his hand and almost dragged him back.

The golden-red sunlight that had just risen in the east fell on his body, casting a very long shadow behind him.

It fell on the gray and old city wall, like an ancient oath.

Many people who drank the porridge and stayed nearby stared at their backs in a daze.

Even though they didn't know that it was the famous Mr. Qing Feng, they suddenly felt at ease.

I inexplicably believe that the days of war and uncertainty are completely over.

In the crowd, a thin figure leaned against the city wall, staring at Lu Yizhou's back until he could no longer see him.

She silently withdrew her gaze and raised her hand to touch her face.

A piece of the black ash that was deliberately painted on her face was rubbed off, revealing the girl's unique fair skin.

Lu Yizhou and Shi Li stayed in Qicheng for a few more days, assisting Su Zhongyao in handling all matters in the city, and then hurried back to Xindu.

Su Boqian became the master of this beautiful land, and kept urging Lu Yizhou to return and continue to give him advice. He sent letters every day, and tired out several carrier pigeons.

After years of war, everything in the country is in ruins and Lu Yizhou still has to work hard.

Shi Li was very clear about this.

But her own burden was much lighter. From now on, she just had to take care of Lu Yizhou's health and prevent him from dying young.

But she didn't expect it, and neither did Lu Yizhou.

Only when they returned to Xindu did they find out that Su Boqian, who had just proclaimed himself emperor, had been bedridden for many days and was at the point of running out of energy.

"Why doesn't my lord say it?" Lu Yizhou stood in front of Su Boqian and asked in a low voice.

“The world is much more important than me.”

Su Boqian forced a smile on his face and slowly looked at Lu Yizhou and Shi Li.

"From now on, the world and my son will be entrusted to Mr. Lu."

A month later, Su Boqian died suddenly.

The eldest son succeeded to the throne and respected Lu Yizhou as his father-in-law.