September 1, the 17th year of Daliang Taiyuan.

Andrew walked alone in the noisy streets, his ears filled with all kinds of cries, and his mood could not be calmed for a long time. If what Win doesn't give up said is true, who is the person who instigated it in the back? Is Win not quit deliberately hiding it or is he too lazy to mention it? Andrew has no clue, he decides to meet Win no quit at the right time, he must have something he hasn't told himself.

The weather became gloomy, black clouds thickened, a piercing lightning bolt pierced the sky, drawing a bright curve in the sky, rumbling thunder rolled in, and heavy rain followed.

The people who didn't have time to avoid panicked, and the Maoer Tea House was instantly crowded with people, and it became lively all of a sudden. Xiao Er's face was excited to sit down, and the aroma of tea filled the air. Andrew was still sitting in his original position, the heavy rain was beating on the window, the hollow mullions in the back pattern, the light veil was already soaked, and the rain flowed down the window lattice, like a pearl with a broken thread.

The rain and fog shrouded the dormitory of Win Bu Ang, and Ying Zi'an cried loudly, "Father, Li Wenkai, the commander of the forbidden army, and Martai, the commander of the infantry army, led the army to rebel, and they forced the child to inherit the throne, but the child did not dare, so he secretly ran out, begging his father to recall Zizhen as soon as possible and send troops to quell the rebellion." ”

Win did not give up sat up suddenly, with the support of the palace maid, standing in front of the bed, the vermilion gate of the dormitory was suddenly blown open by the wind, and the pouring rain instantly drilled into the dormitory, and the palace maid hurriedly ran over. "Don't turn it off!" Win does not give up, the voice is loud, revealing an irresistible majesty.

Sharp lightning pierced the rain curtain, and the dazzling light reflected on the deep and pale face of Ying Buqi, the gray-brown black-patterned robe was carried up by the wind, and the cold gaze was fixed in the distance, not angry and arrogant.

"Zi'an, get up! They don't have the guts yet. Win does not give up beckoning to Win Ziang, and his eyes become warm. "Don't be afraid, you are the son of the lonely king at all times......"

Blood dripped from the chest cavity of the winner and fell onto the white carpet, soaking in circles and circles, slowly outlining a blood-red rose. Win did not give up quietly looking at his son, his eyes were full of kindness, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but spat out a mouthful of blood.

The two palace maids screamed in a panic, and the two warriors rushed in, and the knife was very fast, and the cold sword light was just a flash, and the palace maids fell in a pool of blood, and their frightened expressions were forever fixed on their pale faces. The warriors came and went fast. The air became silent.

Win did not abandon his son's arms, and his thin body slowly slipped down. Ying Ziang's face was full of tears, he buried his head in his father's arms, as if he wanted to listen to his father's sonorous heartbeat for the last time, he cried heartbreakingly, everything when he was a child seemed to be yesterday.

Win Buqi gently stroked Ying Ziang's face, his eyes were a little sad. "Zi'an, you are really stupid, everything about your father was originally yours, you have a good temperament, just enough to make up for your father's murderous atmosphere, you sit on the throne, and Zizhen obeys you. His voice grew weaker, but he still endured the pain and struggled to hold on. "I put his uncle at home and stripped the military power of the tiger and leopard horseman, just to clear the way for you. Now, it's too late, it's too late. If Zizhen leads an army of 100,000 under the banner of counterinsurgency and returns to his division to attack, will you be able to stop it? There is a written edict in the brocade box at my bedside, and I will not let him come back to mourn him. Don't be sad, take the edict and go!" he tried to get up, but he didn't succeed. Ying Ziang was ashamed, and the sound of sad cries filled the entire dormitory, and he gently lifted his father up.

Win did not give up and stood up, he refused his son's support and stood alone in the wind. A delicate little scimitar stabbed him in the chest to the hilt, the blade piercing the robe behind it. Raindrops were carried by the wind and scurried around the house. The gray-brown robe was rolled up by the wind and rain, and spread out at will in the wind, like a lonely falcon. Suddenly, he shouted: "Come out!"

In an instant, dozens of heavily armed samurai rushed out of the inner chamber of the dormitory, the swords were already unsheathed, and the cold blades glowed with cyan cold light, and they surrounded Ying Ziang in the center, their faces expressionless.

Ying Ziang's horror instantly spread throughout his body, and he trembled all over, like a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Among those warriors was Ortai, the general who was still together yesterday to discuss the assassination plan.

"I command you to treat your new king as you do to me in the future, you are all people who have made oaths, and you will spend your life guarding your oath, which is also the meaning of the existence of the Shadow Guard Organization. Win does not give up with his back to them, and his voice has an unmistakable majesty.

Everyone knelt down on one knee in front of Ying Ziang, touched his left chest with his hand, and said in unison: "Swear allegiance, as always, break the oath and destroy the heavens." ”

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky in the sky, creating a perfect arc in the air, and rumbling thunder rolled and roared in the sky, like a beast of prey, trying to engulf everything in the world.

Win did not give up the last glance back at the shivering son, pulled out the scimitar in his chest, and the blood lost its block, gushing out, setting up a blood mist in the rain.

Andrew looked out the window at the rain curtain, and the sound of ticking drowned out the noise in the teahouse. The three bells of "Bang Bang Bang" penetrated the rain curtain and clearly entered the ears of everyone. The crowd stopped the noise and listened carefully. "Bang Bang" three more bells rang clearly, and people's faces became solemn.

Someone raised his voice and shouted, "This is the death knell, this is the death knell, something has happened to the palace!" and everyone began to speculate.

Andrew felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he looked down at the street below. A cavalryman galloped in the pouring rain, holding a banner and shouting, "The king has been assassinated, the eldest prince has an order, close the gates of the city, and arrest the murderer!" The knight galloped past, leaving a faint figure in the rain.

Andrew was a little surprised, who would assassinate a dying person at this time, he had tested that kind of body with spiritual power, if it weren't for those dark magic that had been gone for a long time, I was afraid that that kind of body would have died a long time ago.

The people who sheltered from the rain also began to talk about who would be the new king, and were full of pessimism about the next situation, no matter who became the king, a vicious fight was inevitable.

Two teams of heavily armed soldiers braved the pouring rain and searched each shop, they were so fast that they seemed to have a target, an obvious target, which could be identified at a glance.

Andrew glanced at the people in front of him, as if he understood something, in front of these people, what he could identify at a glance was not himself?

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