At night, the Tianji Tower is even quieter, as quiet as stagnant water, like the tip of a sharpened knife, piercing every nerve in a person's body with a dull pain. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the distance, there was the sound of a watchman in the market, and the faint sound as silk fell on the Tianji Tower, which seemed so precious.

It's already four watches, and a wisp of the waning moon is obliquely reflected on the window screen, like a painting scroll that has experienced vicissitudes.

A lonely figure fell in the small pavilion of the garden, a white pear tree by the pavilion was blooming luxuriantly, at a glance, the white color fell in the dark night, it was more beautiful than the moonlight.

Nangong Zhao was dressed in blue, and he had been sitting in the pavilion all night.

The air was filled with the smell of wine, and there were several empty jars on the table, and he had been drinking all night, but he still couldn't get drunk. He began to miss it, and he missed the feeling of getting drunk with people in the Wuming Pavilion the day before.

At that time, he could really forget everything.

The evening breeze of April was still a little chilly, and in his half-drunk, half-awake, faintly, he heard the sound of someone passing by the garden path, and although the footsteps were very light, he heard very well in this extremely quiet night.

He followed the sound, and saw the man walking very quickly, like a ghost, straight ahead.

The figure stopped in front of a dusty old building, and saw that it was at the door, but the man did not push the door in, but just silently watched the small building, and the sigh of nothingness melted into the wind, dissipating invisible.

"Zhao'er, why don't you rest so late, why do you go to this garden?" The man seemed to notice the strangeness behind him, turned around calmly, and by the faint moonlight, the middle-aged man was dressed in a black robe, his face was pale, and he was slightly weak and thin.

And those eyes are different from the weak appearance, the eyes are deep and gloomy, full of sharpness, revealing a shrewd and powerful momentum.

"How do you know it's my ......" Nangong Zhao saw that he had revealed his form, and walked out of the shadows in a huff, looking a little uncomfortable.

Even though he was half drunk, his mind was still very clear.

The middle-aged man shook his head and walked over to Nangong Zhao as if he was a little helpless. said: "You are the only one in this Tianji Tower who doesn't know martial arts, how can I not hear it, besides, besides you, who will have such a big smell of alcohol....."

"Zhao'er meets the deputy landlord." When he saw the man walking towards him, he unconsciously bowed his hand, which was a courtesy he had long been accustomed to.

"It's not in front of your grandmother, where are there so many courtesies, you can still call me Uncle Jiang directly like when you were a child."

When the middle-aged man saw Nangong Zhao treating him like this, he just smiled and shook his head, the shrewdness on his face was much less, and he was a little more kind and kind.

"Uncle Jiang." He changed his words very obediently, and the indifferent look on his face was finally unloaded at this time.

In this cold as an ice cellar in the Tianji Building, except for the landlord Xiao Linghong, the rest are all deaf and dumb slaves.

The only person he can talk to since he was a child is this man named Jiang Xiaofei, who is the deputy owner of Tianji Tower and Xiao Linghong's most trusted subordinate.

"Well, hurry up and go back to rest, there are still many things to explain tomorrow."

The middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder and spoke earnestly. From the man's eyes, it can be seen that he really cares about this child who only knows how to get drunk every day.

"Got it, then Zhao'er will leave first." Nangong Zhao nodded silently, he agreed, he obediently resigned, and left.

Jiang Xiaofei stood in the wind with his hands in his hands, watching Nangong Zhao's figure gradually disappear into the moonlight, and boundless indifference rose in his eyes.

He turned around and looked at the old building again, a hatred unrestrained in his eyes, so deep and desperate.

"Ah Ran, he really looks like you, every time I see him, I think I see you again..... However, he should not have lived in this world at all, and if he exists for a day, I will not forget the sins that that person once committed against you. But it doesn't matter, I'll get your revenge, and that day is coming......"

Nangong Zhao returned to the building, the lit candlelight swayed in the low night, and the figure was illuminated by the lights, but it seemed even more lonely.

He is like an ominous person, who was brought up by mute servants since he was a child, and he doesn't know what family affection is. After his mother gave birth to him, she committed suicide in anger and ended her unbearable life.

After that, his father was skinned and dismantled by the mysterious killer, and his body was completely dead.

These were all told to him by his titular grandmother, who had never looked at him since he was a child, and the first thing she said to him at the bar mitzvah was to tell him how his parents died.

Since he was a child, only the person named Jiang Xiaofei would occasionally come to see him, would bring him the best little candy man, would sneak out of Tianji Tower behind his back, and tell him those heroic stories that circulated on the rivers and lakes by the way.

Perhaps, he just found his father's shadow in Jiang Xiaofei.

But he knew very well that Jiang Xiaofei would never be his father.

Because his real father, named Nangong Zhengyi, was the murderer who hurt Jiang Xiaofei's sweetheart.

Jiang Xiaofei's sweetheart is very beautiful, and in that old small building, there is a portrait of that woman, which he once sneaked in to see.

That woman also has a nice name, Qin Ran. And this woman named Qin Ran is his mother-in-law.