"This is the meaning of the master of Shengjin Palace, child, go, you don't need to know the reason, as long as you know that everything you do is for the Wei family, for the honor of the Wei family for three hundred years, that's enough."
The young figure gradually disappeared, and the setting sun shone in through the wide open door, covering everything with a blood-red color.
Wei Jing came out from the back hall and came to the old man. He was wearing a dark green brocade robe, no longer the exaggeration and flamboyance of the past, his eyes were cold, his expression was indifferent, and he saluted respectfully: "Uncle."
"All ready?"
"Uncle, don't worry, everything has been arranged."
"Hmm." The old man lowered his head slightly, turned his head, kowtowed to the ancestor's spiritual tablet, and offered incense. His luxurious robes were dragged on the ground, and faint incense ash was rolled up.
Seeing that the old man was about to get up, Wei Jing hurriedly stepped forward to support Wei Guang's arm, his tone was light, as if casually saying, "Uncle, what chance do you think the one from the north has to win this time?"
"Heh..." The old man laughed lowly, and there was a sense of irony in his laughter, "It's nothing."
Wei Jing frowned, and said in doubt: "Yanbei covers a vast area, and the people are tough. Although the climate is bitter and cold, it is connected to the Western Regions, and the business is prosperous. After the implementation of the Northern Election, it is even more talented. He is talented, but he is very kind to the people and is deeply loved by the people, so he may not be without his efforts."
The wrinkles on Wei Guang's face were wrinkled together, and he took a deep breath and said, "Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty. What do you think made that person from Shengjin Palace make up his mind to get rid of him? If a person does not make mistakes for too long, then It is a wrong thing in itself. The way of power lies in balance, and the prosperity will decline, and it will go round and round. It is because Yan Shicheng has so many unique conditions that it made that person murderous. Besides, "Wei Guang He laughed, "How can one tree bear two kinds of fruit? Yan Bei prospered in Datong, and he will surely perish in Datong."
Wei Guang turned his head, looked at the child in this family who satisfied him the most, and said earnestly: "Jing'er, people in the country say that the Presbyterian Council dominates Daxia, and the seven major families are called ministers, but they are actually the royal family, but uncle Let me tell you, the one in the palace is the real master of the Great Xia Dynasty, you must always remember this."
It was rare for Wei Jing to see Wei Guang say such a serious thing, so he quickly lowered his head and respectfully agreed.
Wei Guangchang took a deep breath, and said slowly: "The reason why Prince Yan has no chance of winning is because he never thought of rebelling. If you want to punish him, hehe."
The setting sun was like blood, and on the streets of Zhenhuang City, someone suddenly pointed at the night sky and exclaimed, startling other passers-by. Everyone raised their heads in unison, only to see a red star weeping blood strangely flickering on the not yet completely dark sky in the distant sky, its brilliance flickering strangely and frighteningly.
Outside the gate of Zhuge Mansion, Zhu Shun, who learned that he had provoked an evil star, was carried out by someone. Seeing Zhuge Yue riding on the horse with a murderous look, he immediately forgot all his illnesses, gave a whistle and ran after him, crying sadly, "Fourth Young Master, listen to the servant's explanation, this is a misunderstanding!"
With a bang, a line of blood rose into the sky in an instant, and the man screamed, and a fat ear fell to the ground, dripping with blood.
"Save your life and wait for me to come back." The young man's face was gloomy, and his tone was calm, but in other people's ears, he felt a sense of gloom for no reason. Zhuge Yue's eyes were cold, and he turned his head and rode away. The guards gave Zhu Shun a sympathetic look, and then all followed him.
The man who just lost a hand a few days ago lay on the ground, rolling and wailing, but none of his so-called confidantes in the past dared to step forward to help him.
At dinner time, the sky began to snow, and the Chishui Lake was silvery white. Yan Xun was wearing a white mink fur and a hood, and he was standing by the lake, leading a horse. Looking from a distance, the young man was dressed luxuriously, with a handsome face and calm eyes. Reflecting the snow scene of the frozen lake, he was unexpectedly chic and personable.
The setting sun was gradually setting down the mountain, and in the direction of the Shengjin Palace, there were whale oil lamps that had never been extinguished for thousands of years, shining brightly, emitting a dazzling light. Yan Xun turned his head, looked in the direction of the palace gate, and gradually fixed his eyes.
"Your Majesty!" Shutong Fengmian ran over from a distance, came to Yan Xun panting, and said loudly, "The big thing is not right!"
Yan Xun raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter?"
"That Xing'er girl, it is said that the second old master of the Zhuge Mansion took her to another courtyard in Baxing Hutong."
"What?" Yan Xun frowned suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "When did it happen, and where did you hear it? Is the news accurate?"
"I heard it from the servants who do the sweeping in Zhuge Mansion. I don't know if it's accurate or not. I just say it's Miss Xing'er from Qingshanyuan."
Yan Xun frowned, pondered for a while, then suddenly turned over and jumped on the horse, and said, "Feng Mian, let's go to Baxing Hutong."
"Ah?" Feng Mian was stunned, and shouted, "My lord, I really want to go, what if the news is not accurate? Let's wait a little longer?"
Yan Xun shook his head and said, "Come back if you're not allowed, it's no big deal."
"Then what name are we going to go under? We won't just rush in with such a big fanfare to find someone?"
Yan Xun rolled his eyes and said, "Just say to come to visit before leaving, it's okay, let's go."
The sound of hooves rolled, raising a large cloud of snow and fog. Not far to the west of the city, an army of 300 people was waiting quietly. The scouts rushed back and said to the young commander: "Major General, my subordinates have seen with their own eyes that Shizi Yan is heading towards Baxing Hutong. I have gone to the other courtyard of Zhuge Mansion."
"The Zhuge family?"
Wei Shuye frowned, and said in a deep voice: "What did Yan Xun go to Zhuge's house? Could it be that Zhuge's family wanted to interfere? Zhuge Muqing didn't attend the elders' meeting this time, could it be that he deliberately avoided this matter?"
"Major General," Jiang Hece stepped forward immediately, "I don't think so. Zhuge Muqing has always been friends with old Batu. This time, it's because of the flood in the eastern fiefdom that we can't tell them apart. I think it's just a coincidence."
Wei Shuye nodded and said, "If this is the case, things will be much easier to handle."
With the cold moon in the sky, he raised his head and said slowly, "It's time."
Hearing the words, the army quickly moved towards the mansion of Zhuge Xi, the second old man of the Zhuge family.
Just when Zhuge Yue, Yan Xun, and Wei Shuye were rushing towards Zhuge Xi's mansion, the young lady's hall, where the sound of silk and bamboo had always been heard, fell into a deathly silence.
Blood slowly fell from the tip of the sharp dagger, hit the carpet made of white camel hair from the Western Regions, and quickly penetrated, turning into a circle of bright red patterns. The wind of the night blew in from the window in the corner, making it slightly chilly and dissipating the extravagant fragrance from the room. In the brightly lit young lady hall, Zhuge Xi pinched his neck in panic, and looked at the child who was not as tall as his shoulders in disbelief. The sand in the hourglass flowed slowly, and finally, with a bang, Zhuge Xi knelt heavily on the ground.
"Are you begging me to let you go?" Chu Qiao's voice was very soft, she lowered her head slightly, the corner of her eyes lightly glanced at the old man's face, the nausea churning in her stomach almost made her want to spit it out. In that dark night, the messy corpses of Zhixiang and others stimulated her nerves like knives. She leaned her head slowly, and said in a low voice: "There were so many people who begged you to let them go, why didn't you let them go?"
Zhuge Xi was lying on the ground, with a fountain of blood gushing out from his neck. The pampered but greedy nobleman was so frightened that he trembled like chaff, and kept stretching out his blood-drenched arms to crawl forward, trying to get away from this place. Devilish child. The blood dragged a long bloodstain on the ground, so glaring and shocking.
"You've lived too long, you should pay for it. God won't take you, I'll take you." With a crisp sound, the knife sliced across the bone, cut it neatly, and the blood in the cavity spurted out in an instant , stained the ground with a black and purple stench.
Chu Qiao held Zhuge Xi's dead head in her hand, threw it on the ground expressionlessly, and walked towards the ten little slave girls cowering in the corner. The children looked at her in horror and huddled together. In their eyes, this child who suddenly broke free from the rope and killed Mr. Zhuge with all his might was crazy, like a ghost in hell, but they didn't realize at all that without this child, how much would they have at this moment? Can a person live intact
Chu Qiao pulled a handsome girl in her teens, only to see that the child was pale with fright, and his lips were trembling. She lowered her head, her voice was cold, and she asked lightly, "Are you afraid?"
The child's eyes were straightened, and he kept nodding, fearing that he would soon become the second headless corpse. Tears and snot were streaming down his face, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
"If you're afraid, call out."
After all, he is a child from a poor family. Although he is young, he is already sensible. The child quickly shook his head and cried, "I don't make a sound. I didn't see anything. Please let me go."
Chu Qiao frowned impatiently, "Didn't I make it clear? Call it out."
"Please," the child begged incoherently, "let me go, I'm a cow and a horse... ah!"
The eight-year-old child suddenly raised the dagger and stabbed it at the child's neck. The child who was begging in a low voice suddenly exclaimed loudly, only to hear a "swish" sound, and the sharp dagger slammed down along her neck. Implanted on the bedpost behind her, the exclaiming child was unharmed.
"What's the matter? Master, what happened... ah! Killing!" The servant guarding the door heard the voice, and immediately poked his head in carefully. Before he could finish speaking, he saw Zhuge Xi lying on the bed covered in blood. on the ground. The young servant was out of his wits, screamed, sat down on the ground, then got up in embarrassment, and ran out staggeringly.
Chu Qiao weighed the dagger and counted the time silently. It is estimated that the guards in the whole house heard it. The throwing knife shot straight at the back of the boy's head and came out from the forehead!
Panicked footsteps sounded immediately, and the child quickly sat back in the line of the slaves, only to see more than twenty big men rushing into the room, seeing Zhuge Xi's head in a different place, his face turned ashen.
"What's going on?" the head guard sternly asked the little slaves in the room.
"Murder!" The eight-year-old shouted ahead of everyone, tears streaming down his face, and he yelled in horror, "Killed, oh... killed Master Zhuge, and killed... it's terrible, woo ..." the child cried with snot and tears, his little face was pale with fright, and he was trembling as he spoke, as if his tongue was trembling.
The leading guard said angrily, "Where did you go?"
"That!" Chu Qiao pointed to the slightly open window to the south, "Run from there!"