sub-hours.

Du Xuan lay quietly, silently counting the slight snoring of Jiang Liang and Qing'er, confirming that the two were asleep, turned over and walked out of the cradle, and slipped out of Ruining Palace in a blink of an eye.

"If the little boy wants to send the ugly-faced grandfather on his last journey, he can come to the back mountain in the south of the city to see him. ”

On the night banquet hall, when the woman who stroked the qin ran away from her ugly-faced grandfather, she whispered and left such a sentence for Du Xuan.

The appointment in the back mountain, Du Xuan naturally wants to go.

He had to find out what was going on at the feast.

The assassin in the armor of the palace guards, Lang Zhongling who escorted him to death, the inexplicable Murong Gongzi, the ugly-faced grandfather, the broken hat, and the king who behaved lightly throughout the whole process, he found that everyone at the night banquet was a mysterious existence.

And the most unexpected thing is that the Fuqin woman whose swordsmanship has surpassed the rank of nine grades can kill the hat without killing, and she uses a familiar black cloth belt, which is too strange. Also, the last whispered voice of the Fuqin woman mentioned Grandpa Ugly Face, which at least shows that this woman knows that he and Grandpa Ugly Face know each other, and in this world, there are only a few people who know this.

After some thought, Du Xuan had a faint sense of who this person was, and he went to Houshan to make an appointment, since it was to see the ugly grandfather for the last time, and also to verify his guess.

......

Ten miles south of the capital.

A back mountain, an inconspicuous col on the back mountain.

A newly fortified tomb inconspicuously dwells here.

The tomb is small and low, with no words and no monuments.

But seeing Du Xuan kneeling down respectfully, he made a senior salute.

He and the ugly-faced grandfather have the reality of master and apprentice, but there is no name of master and apprentice, according to the words of the ugly-faced grandfather before his death, he can only send his grandfather into the earth with the gift of the younger generation.

The woman Fuqin seemed to have expected Du Xuan to come, and waited until he saw his grandfather for the last time before burying his grandfather.

On the night of the fifteenth day of winter, the moonlight is in the sky, and the silver glow is dotted.

Du Xuan got up, stood for a long time, and sighed softly when he thought of the life-saving grace of his ugly grandfather.

"Does Gongzixuan want to say something?"

As soon as the Fuqin woman said this, the amount of information was so large, in this world, the only people who knew his surname was Du Mingxuan, the beautiful lady, Yu'er and the ugly-faced grandfather.

"Should I call you a gentleman or a girl?"

Unexpectedly, Du Xuan also spoke amazingly. He had already guessed eight or nine points, and the stunning young woman in front of him, a pianist born for the piano, and a swordsman who surpassed the nine grades, was that Mr. Qin, who came from the Qin State and broke into the Ming Dynasty Hall alone in the name of a strategist to discuss the general trend of the world, and accepted the king but refused to take up an official position.

"Gongzixuan is really extraordinary, he guessed the identity of this girl so quickly. ”

The woman smiling faintly.

"So on the top of the main hall, aunt...... Let's call it sir, get used to it...... So the gentleman deliberately used that black belt in order to imply that he was the son?"

The black cloth belt was an important clue for Du Xuan to guess the identity of the other party.

"This girl is just worried that her son is in a hurry and exposes her identity. ”

"So Mr. knew the true identity of this son from the beginning?"

"This girl said that this girl knows everything about Gongzi Xuan. ”

This question is very interesting. One party calls himself Mr., and the other side calls himself this girl.

"So, Mr. has long known that Grandpa Ugly Face will also appear in the main hall?"

"Nature knows. ”

"But Mr. didn't save Grandpa! With Mr.'s swordsmanship, wouldn't it be easy to kill that eight-rank swordsman Murong Gongzi?"

Du Xuan raised his beautiful baby face and said angrily.

"If this girl takes the lead in killing Murong Gongzi, how can the hat on the roof appear?"

"Sir already knew that the broken hat would come to assassinate the king?"

"Nature knows. ”

"Why did you let go of that broken hat again? ”

"That hat can't die yet, at least not yet. ”

"What kind of logic is this? He's here to kill the king, and you're here to save the king, aren't you?"

"This girl said that everyone is a friend, everyone is an enemy, and not to kill the hat and the king is the mission of this girl now. ”

"Mission? So what is Grandpa's mission?"

"Death! This is the mission of Grandpa Uglyface!"

The Fuqin woman said lightly.

"This son doesn't want any bullshit mission!" Du Xuan finally roared out, this roar came out in the voice of a baby, extremely weird and terrifying, "I just want grandpa to live." ”

"Grandpa Ugly didn't die in vain. The woman Fuqin stepped forward and wanted to reach out to hold Du Xuan, but she reached out halfway, but she stretched out her hand back and stood quietly, the cold moonlight brushed her peerless face, and a gloomy color flashed from her eyes.

It's a pity that Du Xuan didn't notice this short-lived, subtle change in the woman.

"So many people died for nothing, for the sake of Mr.'s so-called mission?" Du Xuan said again.

"If the death of ten people is exchanged for the lives of a hundred people, what should the son be?"

This...... Du Xuan was stunned on the spot.

"If the lives of tens of millions of people are exchanged for the lives of hundreds of millions of people, what will happen to the childe?" the woman asked again.

"But...... No one has the right to deprive these ten people, these tens of millions of people, of their lives. ”

Du Xuan replied with some unconfidence.

Gongzixuan's answer really disappointed this girl. There is no distinction between the important and the serious, and it is in vain. The woman let out a long sigh.

"Whose mission is the gentleman carrying out?" said Du Xuan.

"It doesn't matter. Everyone has their own mission, and Gongzixuan's mission is ...... It's to protect the king!"

As soon as these words came out, Du Xuan was shocked.

"Wait...... Isn't it ridiculous that this son is just a baby, sir? Besides, the king...... Yes, Mr. must know that the king is the cheap Lao Tzu of this son, this Lao Tzu is going to kill me, and now, Mr. asked me to protect him?"

Du Xuan was confused.

"Childe forgot the words of the ugly grandfather, don't underestimate yourself, you are hope. ”

The woman spoke amazingly.

"Whose hope?"

"Don't say. ”

"Okay. Du Xuan shrugged helplessly, this gentleman and the ugly-faced grandfather have the same virtue, and at every critical moment, he played Tai Chi again, "Then, does Mr. know what the hope of this son is now?"

“？”

"Ben Gongzi wants to know, how can a swordsman who surpasses the nine grades play the piano well, why did he wronged himself to teach Ben Gongzi to learn swords? A good-looking girl, why pretend to be such an obscene Mr. Qin, the key is that he is still so ruthless to Ben Gongzi?"

Du Xuan asked with a little malice.

"Lewd Mr. Qin?"

The woman's expression was instantly rich, and this little boy actually evaluated his appearance as "obscene"! More importantly, on this occasion, this little boy is still in the mood to ridicule this girl, you, do you know who this girl is?

Thinking of this, the woman smiled, "This girl promised her son that she would definitely ...... in the future." A little heavier!"