Song Yuan may die, and Huang Ju will not survive.

Will she let Huang Ju die?

Oh my God!

In a moment's thought, the black stone in front of the door had already brought up a snow mist on the snow, and slammed into Song Yuan, who was on the horse.

With a bang, Song Yuan, who dismounted, was not knocked down, but swung his fist at the smashed stone.

The cloak flew, the hood fell, and the bright torch revealed a face that was not Song Yuan.

It's a stand-in.

Huang Ju was hit but did not fall to the ground, but forcibly twisted his body, and the person grazed Song Yuan's stand-in and smashed into the crowd behind him.

It all happened between the lights and the fire.

It wasn't until Huang Ju fell into the group of guards that the hustle and bustle in front of the Song family started.

The choking and clinking sound continued, and countless swords slashed towards Huang Ju who fell to the ground, Huang Ju had no weapons, he himself was a weapon, there were no advanced tricks, only speed and agility, and he avoided every attack in the midst of the layers of guards rushing up and surrounding, shuttling, until he approached a person......

With a tear, Huang Ju's hand grabbed the man's shirt, but it was only his shirt, because his calf was pierced by a sword.

With such a momentary resistance, the owner of the shirt was embraced by the other guards and stepped back.

The thick cloak was torn, and one of the sleeves of its arms was scratched off, revealing its skin.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The hood fell, the cloak scattered, revealing Song Yuan's description, and his face was furious.

The sound of breaking the air rushed to Huang Ju, who was injured on the ground, and Song Yuan was covered by layers of guards and walked towards the gate.

Huang Ju was still like a stone, rampage through this vast net of swords and swords......

It's not that he can't hit the big net, he doesn't want to get out of the net at all, and he is hovering and rolling unwillingly......

.....

.....

It's going to die.

"First..."Xue Qing blurted out that he was about to shout, and swallowed the words back.

There is no sir anymore.

Although it is inconvenient for her to come forward at this time, there is no one else now, and there has never been anyone else, so she can only rely on herself.

Xue Qing raised his hand and took off the cloak on his body, and with the churning snow mist flying, the figure wrapped in a cocoon-like figure fell.

The snow mist no longer flutters gently, as if the cold light of a blade falls to the ground.

The sound of Qiang Chang's weapons, accompanied by a muffled hum, the crowd fell, and the originally busy but not chaotic and orderly layers of guards suddenly fell into chaos.

"And the Assassins!"

Shouts rang out in all directions.

In this chaos, the figure jumped in mid-air, and the next moment it landed on its toes and walked lightly through the guards like shields and armor, and the guards who had not yet seen the people coming were suddenly moved by the willow tree by the wind.

The man had no weapons and no attack, like a swallow sweeping over the yellow house on the ground, and headed towards the street like a streamer.....

Assassin!

"Chase!"

The guards who reacted followed like swords.

Song Yuan had already retreated into the gate, the gate was closed tightly, and countless guards in the courtyard also rushed up, and the figures on the house were undulating and guarded, encircling Song Yuan and being impermeable.

Song Yuan's expression was pale, but he was not so flustered, he had experienced countless assassinations like this, but this time there was still horror and anger in his eyes, and he looked down at a bare arm, which had a big scar on it.

It brought back not-so-good memories for him.

At the beginning, he was bitten by the poisonous fangs of that murderer Zhong Shisan or Huang or something, but fortunately, Duan Shan reacted quickly and cut the flesh to avoid the poison invasion, Rao is so also left a posteriority, and it will be like rotting bones on a cloudy day, rain and snow, just like now.

Song Yuan stretched out his hand and pressed his arm, hissing coldly, not knowing whether it was pain or hatred.

"Catch me! I don't want to live!" he shouted angrily.

A guard stepped forward and carefully put a cloak on him, saying, "My subordinates are incompetent. ”

Song Yuan said in a deep voice: "It's not that you are incompetent, the previous assassin rabble is different now. ”

The guard hesitated, "Your Excellency knows the origin of the assassin tonight?"

Song Yuandao: "Who wants me to die the most now?"

The guard thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Qin Tangong." ”

Qin Tangong's subordinates are not a rabble, there are many capable people, for example, if the right man is the right-hand man, then now I am afraid that Song Yuan is dead.....

Although the right-hand man is dead, who can guarantee that there is no one as powerful as him.

The assassin was terrifying.

If it weren't for Song Yuan's stand-in in front of him, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to dodge a blow, not to mention the person who took the assassin away later, he didn't make a move, he just easily fished the assassin away, and no one could stop him, what if he didn't catch the assassin, but hit Song Yuan?

After thinking about it for a while, a layer of cold sweat broke out on the guard's back, and he bowed his head with a solemn expression: "My lord, we will send more people immediately." ”

Song Yuan didn't speak again, and walked forward quickly, the servants all greeted him, the lights were bright, and the indoor brazier was warm, but I didn't know if it was plain or snowy after the funeral, and it was cold and cold, and I couldn't feel any warmth.

The guard bowed his head and followed, continuing his previous thoughts: "But why did this assassin give up?"

"Leave with a missed hit, that's what these killers do. Song Yuan said, "At this time, the city is full of soldiers, do they really think they are omnipotent?"

It also makes sense, the guard nodded, and watched Song Yuan walk into the room, a servant stepped forward to take off his cloak, and a servant girl brought soup and tea clothes.

Song Yuan took the soup tea and drank it, the chill in his body was slightly dissipated, and his face was tired.

"Rest early, and tomorrow will be early. The guard retreated.

Song Yuan didn't go in to wash and rest, and said, "How is the young master today?"

The servant woman said: "Very well-behaved, eat on time, no noise, and now I have slept." ”

Song Yuan's expression was a little relieved, and he thought of something complicated for a moment, and said, "What about her, is she accompanying Huzi?"

Although she didn't say her name, the servant woman understood it and hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss, I'm enjoying the snow." ”

did not answer whether he accompanied Huzi.

In this way, Song Yuan can be understood as the young lady went to enjoy the snow after falling asleep with Huzi, and she did not need to tell that the young lady did not accompany Huzi at all but had been enjoying the snow, drinking wine and eating meat......

Anyway, it is a fact that Young Master Huzi didn't make a noise and obediently listened to her.

Song Yuan's brows furrowed, as if he was annoyed and helpless, and flicked his sleeves and entered the room.

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......

With a bang, Huang Ju was like a stone being thrown on the ground, the thick snow suddenly fell into a piece, and the stone was about to bounce up immediately, but the next moment he was trampled by a foot, small feet, deerskin boots, scattered skirts swaying, seemingly gentle, but Huang Ju couldn't move, the snow on the ground reflected his face, stubborn.

Xue Qing looked at him and said, "You call murder? I have taught you for so long, and you have learned like this?"

Huang Ju looked at her indifferently and said, "You taught me to kill, but you didn't teach me how to kill your father." ”

Xue Qing was silent, and immediately raised his feet, Huang Ju was just about to get up and rush up, but his feet hit like lightning, trampling him on the snow...... The snow fluttered and fluttered.

"It's capable!"

"I'm going to fight back!"

"I can also philosophize!"

"Respect the teacher! Who did you learn from?"

"Daoist...."

"Where did Mr. Ouyang die?"

......

......

The sound of horses' hooves broke the silence of the snowy night in the capital, the snow flew under the light of the torches, and the streets were lined with armor.

The noise woke up the already alert people, and they wondered what was going on in a nervous and frightened way.

Sitting on the attic window at the highest point of a restaurant, watching a group of officers and soldiers running past with torches, Xue Qing was expressionless and looked back at Huang Ju who was squatting on the ground.

"You're so good that you ran away from him. She said, or did you deliberately let it go, didn't bother to think about it, there was no need to think about it, and swallowed back the countless words that Mr. Si Brown took you to where and what he said where he is now.

Just go, there's nothing to say and ask.

Huang Ju hugged his knees and bowed his head, only humming.

"He told you?" Xue Qing asked again, "He told you about me when he took you away that day?"

This time Huang Ju raised his head, and before his eyes could express anything, Xue Qing had already stepped forward and slapped him on the head.

"What do you see? What are you angry about? Did I lie to you on purpose? I don't have a place to be angry. She gritted her teeth and shouted.

Huang Ju's eyes were scattered by her slap, and he jumped up.....

"Come, fight me, fight your enemy's daughter. Xue Qing had already put on a pose.

Huang Ju stood in place, his body tense.

Xue Qing's voice continued.

"Isn't that angry?"

"Don't you feel blind? ”

"No, it's God playing with you. ”

"Do you know what you call it? ”

Huang Ju stood still and said suddenly: "I didn't recognize the thief as my father." ”

Xue Qing sneered and said, "Why not?" You, recognize you, the enemy's daughter, become a master, why don't you call recognizing a thief as a father?"

There seemed to be a snorting pant in the dark attic, and Huang Ju turned around and squatted down to face the other side and didn't move.

Xue Qing raised his fist and stood in place for a moment, then turned around and squatted down to face the other side with a flick of his hand.

The attic was silent and silent.

It seemed like a long time and it seemed to blink again.

"I've taught you for so long, and you've seen me kill people a few times, and you haven't done a single thing right. Xue Qing's voice sounded muffled, "Are you killing someone? ”

Huang Ju squatted behind him silently.

Xue Qing didn't ask him to respond, looking at his knees.

"What the killer is going to do, kill people. ”

Isn't what you just did called murder?

"You're called revenge. ”

"The so-called killing is just killing people, there are only people in the eyes, there is no distinction between men, women and children, and there is no thought of family hatred. ”

"You are full of resentment, you are excited, excited, angry, and your mood swings affect what you see and move. ”

"You want to kill Song Yuan, but as a result, you can't even tell which one is Song Yuan, this is called murder? This is called sending to death!"

"If you miss a blow, you won't leave, are you killing someone, or are you desperate?"

"You're so stupid, you're so embarrassed to me, do you think I'm saving you or watching you die?"

"In any case, to recognize a thief as a father, and to be a father, and to be a father for a day.... I don't want anyone to scold me in my heart the way I scold others. ”

This sentence is a bit tongue-twisting, anyway, she rarely understands what she says, and whether she understands it or not, it doesn't affect her endlessly...... Huang Jumu did not move.

Xue Qing's voice continued behind him.

"I'm not talking standing and talking without a backache. ”

"God has played you and me. ”

"Who am I going to mess with? Okay, I'm going to be a soy sauce maker?"

And then there's a string of even more incomprehensible Thorns..... Huang Jumu was silent, and he exhaled heavily after listening to Xue Qing's muttering.

"How did he arrange for you when he took you away?" she asked in a muffled voice.

Huang Ju Muran momentarily said in a muffled voice: "Tie me up and throw me in the house." ”

There was laughter behind him.

"Then it's really amazing that you can run. Xue Qingdao, the smile is fast and the harvest is fast.

The laughter cleared and there was no talk, and there was dead silence in the attic.

Xue Qing said: "What to do now, I don't know, then it's simpler." She looked back at Huang Ju, "You can't kill him now, just wait." ”

Huang Ju was still silent, hugging his knees in the dark.

Xue Qing let out a sigh and stood up.

"I know you don't care if you live or die, God doesn't care, no one cares, but I think since you live, you have to live as hard as you can, and the value of dying is ..... alive. She said, looking at the night sky outside the attic, and stepped out.

The unfinished words dissipated silently with the people.

Huang Ju squatted in place and did not move, seemingly unconscious, but after a while, his hand slowly moved and put it on his calf, where there was a wound that was hurting fiercely, but on the way to be carried by her, he stopped the bleeding, sprinkled the medicine, tore his clothes and tied them.

Of course, it was Huang Ju's own clothes that were torn.

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.....

The door of the Song Mansion was closed, the lights were still bright, the snow in front of the door was cleared, and the traces of the previous fight were also swept away.

Xue Qing didn't enter from the main gate, he went around half a circle and turned in, the night was already heavy at this time, but as soon as he approached the courtyard where he lived, Xue Qing stopped, and Song Yuan stood solemnly in the brightly lit courtyard in front of him.

"Where have you been?" he said coldly.