What stopped with that sound was not only the tip of Fang Weidong's knife stabbing Shi Fuqiu's chest, but also the blade held up by Shi Jialiang, ready to fall towards Fang Weidong.
"Jia Liang, he is your brother." Shi Fuqiu's voice was extremely low, hoarse and dry.
"My surname is Fang!" Fang Weidong's voice was stagnant, but his words were firm.
The knife that Shi Jialiang slashed was hanging in the air, and he slowly withdrew it somewhat helplessly. He was very puzzled by the appearance of a younger brother who had never been masked in more than 20 years.
However, Fang Weidong did not put down the knife in his hand. He just turned his eyes to Xia Chu, as if asking for instructions from afar.
Xia Chu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked Wu Getai, who had just shouted to save people under the sword: "Fifth prince, what does this mean?"
Wu Getai looked back at him with dark and gloomy eyes, piercing straight into his heart.
When Xia Chu was in a trance, Xiao Mubai on the city wall had already landed beside him, blocking his way and looking at Wu Getai and said: "My sister jumped on me just now, so the fifth prince can't blame me." early."
Only then did Xia Chu remember why Wu Getai, who had always had a clear face, looked at him so strangely just now, and his face was instantly covered with a layer of embarrassment.
Although Aodenge Rile jumped on him by himself, he died under his flying needle after all. Wugetai had helped Xiao Guo a lot today, and Xia Chu felt very guilty.
Wu Getai's originally slightly gloomy eyes showed a hint of surprise after hearing Xiao Mubai's words. After a moment, he said calmly: "Young Master, this face is really changeable."
His voice had returned to its usual clear and smooth tone, but Xia Chu could still hear a hint of ridicule in it.
If you think about it, they met three times in total.
The first time Xia Chu disguised himself as an eye-catching and ugly monster, the second time he used his original appearance, and this third time he disguised himself as the normal appearance of Yi Dao. It is no wonder that Wu Getai was a little dissatisfied.
Xia Chu didn't know how to reply to him, so he could only smile and bow his hands.
Wu Getai looked away with his eyes fixed, pointed at Shi Fuqiu and said to Xiao Mubai: "General Shi, can you let me take him back to the Mongolian people? After all, he is the murderer who shot Bayar."
Xiao Mubai nodded and looked at Fang Weidong: "He was seriously injured because of you and has run out of energy. You have avenged him with your own hands. Let the fifth prince take him back."
Fang Weidong gritted his teeth and slowly withdrew the tip of the knife against his chest.
But Shi Fuqiu suddenly used all his strength to grab Fang Weidong's hands. Bian Ding only had time to lift his arms, and Shi Jialiang only had time to shout: "No..."
Shi Fuqiu had already held Fang Weidong's knife-wielding hands and stabbed him hard into his heart.
Fang Weidong's eyes widened and he looked at him in shock.
He thought about this knife day and night, but never imagined that it would finally be inserted into his heart in this way.
The light in Shi Fuqiu's eyes gradually faded, and when he slowly fell back, Shi Jialiang took two steps forward and hugged him in his arms, calling out sadly: "Dad..."
"Better die than not be humiliated." Shi Fuqiu's voice was weak and hoarse, and he struggled to say the last few words. He kept looking at Fang Weidong, as if waiting for his forgiveness.
Fang Weidong just looked at him with a blank expression, looking at him...
Shi Fuqiu tried his best to reach out to him, but he finally lowered his hand. Shi Jialiang's voice could be heard crying and asking him: "Why?"
Fang Weidong remained silent, still looking at his hand that fell to the ground with a blank expression.
That hand can no longer be raised...
Xiao Mubai didn't expect this sudden change. He looked at Wugetai with a shy face and said hesitantly: "This..."
Wu Getai frowned slightly, and after pondering for a while, he had to settle for the next best thing and sighed: "Then please leave the body to me and take it back."
"I hope that the fifth prince will not let his body be insulted." Xiao Mubai said lightly. He knew that Wugetai only wanted to take the murderer who shot Bayar back to pay for the mission, but he also did not want to let the man who had guarded the border for many years go back. Shi Fuqiu's body was humiliated.
Putting aside Shi Fuqiu's rebellion this time, there was no merit but hard work in these years.
Under the starry sky full of lights in the city, Xia Chu couldn't see Xiao Mubai's expression clearly. He could only see his eyes, reflecting the candlelight, bright and burning.
Shi Jialiang didn't expect Xiao Mubai to say such a thing for Shi Fuqiu, so he knelt down and kowtowed to Xiao Mubai, his voice choked with sadness: "The sinner is willing to surrender, thank you for your great kindness. "
As soon as Shi Jialiang said these words of surrender, the more than 10,000 Shi family soldiers who had originally stood upright and refused to surrender slowly knelt down with him.
Wu Getai whispered beside Xiao Mubai: "His Royal Highness, King Mo, is really smart."
Xiao Mubai did not defend his implication. He just glanced at the carriage that Bayar had come down from before, lowered his voice, and said softly: "The deep brotherhood between the five princes is really valuable."
Wu Getai's body froze as he leaned closer, and the smile on his always clear face gradually faded and slowly froze.
Xia Chu couldn't hear clearly what the two of them were muttering to each other, but he could clearly detect the aura around them, which was a little awkward for a moment.
The embarrassment was mixed with a hint of tension.
"You..." Xia Chu just spoke, wanting to ease the inexplicable lingering solemn aura.
At this moment, Xiao Yanjun in the distance pointed at Shi Jialiang who was kneeling and cursed angrily, which resolved the weird atmosphere between Wu Getai and Xiao Mubai.
"Shi Jialiang, you weakling, look at your uncle, he's looking at you."
Shi Fuqiu's body in Shi Jialiang's arms had been carried away. Bian Ding pulled Fang Weidong aside. All the rebels were already kneeling. Shi Jialiang saw that Shi Fuqiu's body was completely covered by the Mongolian soldiers, and then he fiercely He turned back and glared at Xiao Yanjun: "Both of us, father and son, are reduced to this because of your gift."
"Presumptuous!" Xiao Yanjun scolded angrily, then looked at the kneeling rebels and laughed absurdly: "If we were to win alone today, would you still criticize this gift? You would just shed tears of gratitude!"
Xia Chu casually drew out Xiao Mubai's sword, and Cheng Ying pointed it at Xiao Yanjun: "Now that it's like this, are you still dreaming about the Spring and Autumn Period?"
When he leaned forward, the kneeling rebel had already trembled and took two steps back on his knees to make way for him.
Xia Chu was walking in front, his steps were filled with wind, and he suddenly jumped up into the air like a glimmer of light, and the tip of his sword stabbed straight into Xiao Yanjun's heart.
Just when Xia Chu was about to bloom the blood flower he had dreamed of in Xiao Yanjun's heart, Cheng Ying, three inches away, suddenly stopped...
(End of chapter)