Chapter 137 Famous Jade Covers the Glory and Re-carving

When Yi Hui went to see Huo Shuhang with all his wounds, Huo Shuhang was reading in his room.

Huo Shuhang was born in Tanhualang, with literary style and extraordinary knowledge. Although his mansion is also in Huangzhou, he does not go home every day. When he saw Yi Hui, Huo Shuhang was not surprised.

Looking at the man who knelt on one knee and struggled to kneel straight, Huo Shuhang frowned and was slightly unbearable:

"Yi Hui, get up, you still have injuries, don't have to do this..."

"Yi Hui is ashamed of Mr. Huo and should plead guilty to Mr. Huo. Today, thank you, Mr. Huo, for asking for mercy for Yi Hui.

Yi Huidao.

"Today's matter, I just remind my father-in-law to act in accordance with military law, and you deserve to suffer a lot. Don't thank me. As for being ashamed of me, you should explain this matter to Ling Xiao. After all, it's your business..."

Huo Shuhang said slowly. After a little meditation, "Yi Hui, get up and sit down first. I have something to tell you."

Yi Hui respectfully thanked his nephew and sat on the chair sideways.

"I also pay attention to you. You are a good child and willing to take responsibility, which can also be regarded as Yunwen Yunwu. However, there are still many things that you don't have Han Xing to think clearly about. Huo Shuhang looked at Yi Hui's eyes shining and knew that he was listening: "Yi Hui, there are many things to choose from in the world. So is the feeling. Sometimes, too much lingering and intolerance are not the spirit of a big man. When it's time to experience it, you should experience it fiercely, and when it's time to make a decision. It has been the same since ancient times. Since you have come back, there must be your decision in your heart. The father-in-law said that if you are allowed to lead troops tomorrow, you will stay in the army for ten days and think clearly about how you face your family and how to meet Ling Xiao... Although I am Ling Xiao's father and hope that everything goes well with my daughter, what I am saying now is what you said to you as a junior.

"Yi Hui understands, thank you, Mr. Huo." Yi Hui bowed his head.

"Sometimes the public treats you more severely and punishes you more, and you also need to understand. Do you understand?"

"The father has his own father's truth. How dare the generation last night have grievances?"

Yi Hui said calmly, lowering his head slightly.

"It's okay for you to think so. However, the principle of love has never changed. My father-in-law hopes that you can become a towering tree, so he trims and scissors. If you can't stand these twists and turns, you will fail him down. I also hope to see you, go through the wind and rain, and become a towering tree. Huo Shuhang said, "Some of the reasons sound old, but think about it, it's useful for you!"

"Yi Hui, thank you, Mr. Huo!" Yi Hui saluted respectfully.

Looking at Yi Hui's straight posture and turning away, Huo Shuhang sighed slightly. Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sinking boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the sick tree. I hope he can live up to expectations.

The next day, when Yi Hui was woken up by his own soldiers, his head was dizzy and his back was torn.

With the pain and discomfort, Yi Hui got up, and the upper body of the armor was already a cold sweat. Yi Hui stood back in the army and couldn't help admiring the team with shining armor and cold soldiers. This is his army, his painstaking efforts. Looking at familiar faces, facing a pair of joyful eyes, and listening to deafening shouts, Yi Hui's male pride was also aroused. He was injured and couldn't get on the horse, but he had been standing on the sidelines and watching the soldiers train without slacking.

In the eyes of the soldiers, their generals are still elegant and commanding.

Yi Hui did not leave the barracks for ten consecutive days. Familiar with military affairs and practicing the army, Yi Hui put all his thoughts in the barracks and did not feel tired. He is still the young general in the army, calm, wise and calm, as gentle as jade. Deep at night, Yi Hui will still think of the cold moon. That's a name that I dare not remember or pronounce, but I can't forget it after all. Every time I think of her, I feel a knife-like pain in my heart. She is the regret of his life, which can only be repaid with the pain of his life. I will think of home, grandmother, father, mother and brothers. Next, and then, where to go is unknown. However, gradually there is no fear and suffering from gains and losses. Already, then you can only do the things in front of you

Finally, he got a ten-year vacation, and Yi Hui couldn't wait to rush home.

Actually, he has inquired about things at home these days. Knowing that his grandmother was sick because of his escape, he knew that Ling Xiao was still taking care of his grandmother at Yi's house, and how angry his father was; and how disappointed the family was with him.

Yi Hui is prepared for all these heavy things, but he still doesn't know if he can afford it.

When he came home at dusk, snowflakes floated again. His father had already gone home first, and he could only go back alone. He is afraid of being close to his hometown, and he also feels the same way at his doorstep. It simply moved to the doorstep by step.

knocked on the door, and the servant Uncle Tian came out.

"Oh, the young master is back... Come in quickly. Don't you know how many people in your family are thinking about you? It is said that he has been in the army for ten days. Why did he come back? Come on in..."

Tas over the horse led by Yi Hui, and Uncle Tian pushed Yi Hui into the house.

"The old lady misses you the most. You don't know that the old lady is sick for you. The master is angry... Be careful." Uncle Tian chattered and told him.

Yi Hui nodded.

In front of his grandmother's house, Yi Hui did not knock on the door and knelt outside the door in a regular manner:

"Grandma, my grandson is back and I'm beg you..."

Yi Hui kowtowed heavily, and after saying a sentence, he was already choked.

No one answered.

"Grandma, my grandson is back..."

Yi Hui raised his voice and shouted again.

The door came, and it was Chen's mother, the servant who waited on his grandmother, who opened the door.

"Chen's mother..."

Yi Hui looked up at the servant in front of him, and his eagerness was full of words.

Chen's mother frowned and sighed:

"Young master, the old lady asked me to spread the message that he has no unfaithful, unfilial and unrighteous grandson..."

Before Chen's mother finished speaking, Yi Hui was already pale. He reached out and grabbed Chen's mother's sleeve in a panic:

"Mama Chen... How is grandma? I want to see grandma."

"The old lady is angry and angry with the old master. You go out first..."

Chen's mother pushed Yi Hui: "The old lady said that you were determined to leave. From the moment you left, the Yi family did not recognize you. It's not that you want to come back..."

Looking at Yi Hui's face ashes, Chen's mother couldn't bear to say more.

Yi Hui bit his lips, stepped out of the door of Yi's house, and knelt at the door without saying a word.

He knows his grandmother. Since childhood, his grandmother has taught him the truth of being a man and teaching him to be loyal, filial, benevolent and righteous, brave and strong. Grandma's eyes are always clear about right and wrong, and you can't rub sand. His grandmother valued reputation and morality; he knew that what he had done this time would certainly be tolerated.

In front of the stone steps of Yifu, on the cold land, Yi Hui knelt straight and motionless, as if it were a statue.

From time to time, passers-by pass by, casting strange eyes and pointing and talking.

Yi Hui closed his eyes in pain.

The family is rebellious and unfilial. He is already an unforgivable sinner among the people. No matter how urgent the scene was, no matter how helpless he was, as a result, his felony was hard to redeem and indefectible.

The night is getting darker and the snow is getting heavier and heavier. Yi Hui's head was covered with snowflakes.

Yifu had already held the lamp. Uncle Tian, the servant, pushed the door and hung the lantern at the door. He looked at Yi Hui with a series of sighs and walked down the steps to help pat the snow on his body, but unconsciously photographed the wound on Yi Hui's back. Yi Hui couldn't help taking a cold breath.

"Ouch, I forgot that the young master was injured..."

"Thank you, Uncle Tian. Yi Hui is fine."

Snowflakes fell on the eyelashes, turned into water and fell down. Yi Hui blinked his eyes, and warm tears gushed out of his eyes.

"Alas... we all know that you are a good child. If this is a small family with such an excellent child, it is not too much to be spoiled. Uncle Tian looked at Yi Hui and sighed repeatedly: "The old lady really misses you, but there are so many people in the Yi family..."

"Uncle Tian, you don't have to say it, I know. It's my fault. The snow is getting heavier and heavier. Go in. If it freezes you again, Yi Hui's sin will be heavier.

Yi Hui said slowly.

"When is your child, you still thinking about others..."

Uncle Tian sighed and closed the door.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and it didn't seem to stop. Yi Hui clenched his teeth and knelt up straight. The snow under him melted and froze into ice, and even Yi Hui's clothes were frozen together. The cold to the bone, until it gradually numbs. Yi Hui doesn't know how long he can survive.

Is grandma really not going to forgive herself?

How long can you stick to it?

Yi Hui was at a loss. It's not that I'm not afraid, but it's useless to be afraid.

From the moment he decided to come back, he had made up his mind that no matter what happened and what kind of punishment he faced, he would face it calmly.

Yi Hui took a breath and adjusted his breath to resist the cold.

Time passes very slowly, and snowflakes can only fall to the ground slowly. The things in front of us are becoming more and more blurred, but the past is becoming clearer and clearer. From the joy in my mother's arms when I was a child, from the hard work of studying and practicing martial arts as a teenager, from the first meeting of the pretty girl as a teenager, to many years in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, to the dangerous experience of the wind and sand rivers outside the fortress, and finally they hugged and said goodbye.

Warm tears flowed down the cheeks, melting pieces of snow. The pain of heart convulsions. If life can be repeated, there must be many differences.

However, if he returns to Mufu, which took away the cold moon, he will definitely make the choice at that time without hesitation.

Concepting this, Yi Hui was much more calmer.

All choices are made by yourself, and everything is borne by yourself. He has done a lot of mistakes, but after all, he is clear-hearted and frank. So, what's the fear...

Yi Hui constantly adjusts his breath to resist the deep cold from his legs. He will stick to it, no matter how difficult the road ahead is.

He wants to be a good child of the Yi family. He wants to get the forgiveness of his grandmother. Since he made such a choice, he can only hold on. No matter how hard it is, as long as you have a breath, you have to work hard to hold on.