Ze Tian Ji

Chapter 721: Bloody Long Street (middle)

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There is a long street in the northern city of Kyoto called Ping'an Road. It is not far from the imperial city. After crossing the Sanshe Bridge not far ahead, you can go to Suzaku Avenue. It is very convenient to go to court. For countless years, people have lived on this street All of them are dignitaries. From the previous dynasty to the present, there has never been any change. It's just that with the changes of the current situation, the people living in the houses on the side of the street are constantly changing.

During the Zhengtong period, the mansion with the best location on Ping'an Road and the closest to the imperial city naturally belonged to Tianhai's family. After the change of Tianshu Mausoleum, there was no change in the Tianhai family, but counting to the east, many houses had changed owners and major repairs were made, because more than a dozen princes, including King Xiang and King Zhongshan, had already moved here one after another.

The house on the farthest east of Ping'an Road and the closest to Huaihuali is Xue's Mansion. As the most trusted person in the Great Zhou military by the Holy Empress Tianhai, Xue Xingchuan is naturally entitled to such treatment, and it is naturally impossible for the Xue family to keep it now. The new owner of this house may be a prince or a general, who knows

Mrs. Xue didn't know who the new owner of this house was, but she knew it was inevitable. She never expected to live here any longer, and she had already made corresponding preparations. After the sacrifice was over, he bought a small courtyard on the street outside Baihua Lane with the dowry money from the beginning.

After doing all this, she thought she could calm down, but when she heard the crying from her side, she realized that peace was a luxury after all, and she felt her head hurt a little, so she asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing?" Are you crying because of pain, or because of sadness?"

A few days ago, the young lady of the Xue family who was kicked out of the house overnight by the servant's mansion stayed in Xue's mansion to wash her face with tears. After hearing the news today, she cried even more. Hearing Mrs. Xue's question, she was frightened, raised her head timidly, and asked sobbing, "Mother, what's wrong?"

Her eyes were already red, her voice became a little hoarse, and for some reason, there were many wounds on her face, as if she had been beaten.

Mrs. Xue pointed to her bruised face that has not gone away until today, and said angrily: "If you cry because you are hurt because you were beaten, it means you are worthless and unworthy to be your father's daughter. If it is because he died, you cry." If you cry, it means that you have a brain problem, is it worth crying for such a person?"

The news that Minister of Rites Wei Shilang was killed by Chen Changsheng and Wang Po has spread throughout the capital. Whenever Miss Xue thinks of her husband's unfeeling and cruel hands, she will be extremely angry, wishing him to die, but suddenly finds that the man is really dead, and thinking about these years, she can't help but feel sad from it, feeling that her fate is really true. It's so bitter.

Listening to her mother's words, Miss Xue also felt that she was really useless, but... why did Dean Chen kill him? Shouldn't it be to beat up that man, and then take him to Xue's mansion to apologize to himself, and swear to God that he will treat himself very well in the future, just like before...

An unexpected scream interrupted her somewhat chaotic thoughts.

The scream came from the house next door to Xue's residence.

Immediately afterwards, there were countless bangs and crashes, and the sound of wind and thunder could be heard faintly. Then, the houses collapsed and filled with smoke and dust.

The eldest lady of the Xue family was stunned, her face was pale, she couldn't care less about sadness and crying.

Mrs. Xue's eyes fell on the rising smoke and dust next door, with a puzzled look on her face.

The collapse of the house next door did not affect Xue's residence, but for some reason, she just felt that it should be related to Xue's residence.

Many years ago, after the Holy Empress gave Xue Xingchuan the house on Ping'an Road, the house separated by a wall also began to be renovated simultaneously.

The gate of that house opened in Sophora japonica facing south, ordinary people can't even find it, walking on Ping'an Road will only feel that the house is a part of Xue's mansion.

The owner of that house is very mysterious and has never dealt with people. Until today, Mrs. Xue didn't know who the other party was. She only vaguely guessed that it should be related to her own family, because she had personally heard Xue Xingchuan make two correspondences. arrangements and the most severe warnings.

She even once doubted whether this mysterious neighbor might be the rumored Prince Zhaoming. Of course, this conjecture was later proved to be wrong.

The house collapsed, bringing up countless smoke and dust, the broken bamboo was like a broken bow, and some emerald green bamboo pieces collapsed, and they arrived in the garden of Xue's mansion.

Mrs. Xue hugged her frightened daughter and whispered a few words of comfort.

The house next door was still collapsing, and there was a constant rumble, as if someone had fallen directly from the courtyard onto the street. Mrs. Xue didn't know why the next door collapsed, but seeing the terrible movement, she thought that even if the person escaped, she would be injured by the smash, so she ordered the steward to open the door to see if the person needed help.

It was getting dark and it was getting dark, but fortunately the snow on the street was still so white, so the man covered in blood could be clearly seen.

Although the blood from that person seemed to be black.

The steward pushed open the door of Xue's mansion, and the first thing Mrs. Xue and her daughter saw was such a bloody scene.

Miss Xue's family exclaimed, and repeatedly shouted: "Come and save someone."

After saying this, she saw a very strange scene.

A beauty in palace attire appeared behind the blood man without a sound.

The beauty in the palace costume was also bleeding, and there was still some dust, which covered some eyebrows and eyes, but it couldn't hide her beauty.

who is she? How is this going? Just when Miss Xue was in a daze, the beauty in palace costume raised the broken sword in her hand and slashed at the blood man.

A streak of blood shot into the snow, not too much, not enough to kill the bloody man on the spot, nor too little to be seen.

"Killer!" Miss Xue shouted in horror, and then her voice stopped abruptly.

Mrs. Xue covered her mouth, her hands were shaking constantly, but she tried very hard to prevent her daughter from making any sound.

She could see clearly that the beauty in palace costume was Mo Yu, and the bloody man was... Zhou Tong.

It turned out that the house next door belonged to Zhou Tong.

She finally figured this out, thinking that Xue Xingchuan kept this matter from herself, she couldn't help but get even more angry, and her body trembled even more.

"It's Zhou Tong." Madam Xue's voice was vague and cold.

Miss Xue's body was slightly stiff, watching the bloody scene on the snowy street, her hands gradually clenched.

Like a wounded beast that was about to die, Zhou Tong let out a weird growl, got up from the snow in pain, and took a few steps forward.

He knew that this was Xue's mansion, and that the mother and daughter on the stone steps were his sister-in-law and niece, so he would not turn his head to look there.

He wouldn't plead with them, that would be humiliating himself, and he didn't want to be seen by them like a stray dog.

He wanted to leave as soon as possible, but at this moment, a stern sword wind landed on his left thigh.

The muscles were cut horizontally, and the blood slowly dripped down like porridge overflowing from the edge of the pot. He knelt heavily in the snow, and the snow splashed under his knees.

Looking at this scene, Miss Xue's family exclaimed again, but this time, apart from being frightened, it was more joyful.