After a long time, Jiro finally stood up in silence......

He leaned over to test the young man's pulse, and suddenly saw that the young man's eyes were half-open, his pupils were scattered, and his brain couldn't help buzzing, and he subconsciously took a step back.

The young man didn't move again—he was dead.

In the past six months, Erlang has really seen too many corpses, and he should have been like water. But this time he only felt shocked, and those godless eyes lingered in his mind.

But he didn't bother about it, he just dragged the young man's body behind the door, wiped the blood from his hands and face, turned back and picked up the weapon and rope, and stepped out of the door.

Qian was grinding incense in the stove room.

In fact, she had already added mandala to the vegetable porridge, but she didn't add much for fear that Erlang would notice the smell of medicine. I also hurriedly added more water because of my weak heart, which diluted the effect of the medicine, so I was always a little relieved. So he decided to go and give them a pinch of soothing and hypnotic incense in their room—tomorrow the young man would go into the city to tell the truth, and she would guard the sisters and brothers alone, and if she did not add more medicine to put them down, she would really be a little safe.

She didn't have any ready-made spices at hand, so she dismantled a string of incense beads, smashed them with a pestle, and ground them into powder.

The medicine was rattling.

When she heard the door open, she nagged, "Let you go and deliver a porridge, you will send it to now, and tell you about that little lady ...... earlier."

However, before he finished speaking, he received a knife on the neck. Qian's eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.

When Jiro saw her fall to the ground, Fang stepped forward and grabbed her by the collar, trying to tie her up. However, Qian pretended to be dizzy, and when he realized that Erlang was approaching, he turned around and threw the stone pestle in his hand towards him.

Erlang was faster than her, and the short knife in his hand was smashed, and he wanted to take the opportunity to rush out.

Jiro tore her collar and squeezed her hard to the ground.

Qian was still struggling, so Erlang strangled her neck with his backhand.

After a while, Qian was out of breath, waving his hands and feet wildly, as if drowning. Only then did Jiro let go of her neck and pressed her face down on the water tank. The dagger was next to her neck.

Qian relieved himself slightly, and only pleaded in his throat, "Spare your life-"

Erlang said, "If you want to live, answer my question honestly." ”

Qian nodded hurriedly, "You ask, you ask......"

Jiro asked, "Is he really the son of the traitor?" ”

Qian's eyes couldn't help moving, and Erlang lifted her up violently and said, "Do you want to die?" ”

Qian sobbed and said, "No—he's not!" He is my own grandson, and he has nothing to do with the traitor. It was only when I let the lard blind my heart that I had this idea of thunder and thunder that day. Just look at the face of the old woman who healed the big girl, spare us! ”

Even if the young man was really his half-brother, Jiro would not regret killing him at all. But it is undeniable that when he pressed for the answer, the answer he subconsciously wanted to hear was indeed this.

"Then why was he born like a Hu man?"

"His short-lived ghost Lao Tzu is a nonsense man - the neighbors know it, don't believe you to investigate. There is a lie that disciplines me, and it is not good to die with a rotten tongue! ”

"In that case, why would Aunt Zhai believe your nonsense?"

"She's old and confused, and as soon as I say that, she believes it! She sent a lot of silver back every year, and I coveted the benefits, so I never broke it—" Seeing that Erlang was still not satisfied, she hurriedly said, "Not long after that incident, I was sent to work as a coolie in Huanyi." It took more than a year to buy the steward and release it. How can I have the ability to steal out the person the Son of Heaven wants to kill? The son of the traitor is long dead—"

Seeing Erlang's hesitation, she replied, "But that little girl is really not a golden branch and jade leaf, the mother gave birth to a baby boy that day, I saw it with my own eyes." The little lady was bought from outside the palace to make the mother happy. ”

Jiro then asked again, "Who can prove your words?" ”

Qian Shi hurriedly said, "Grandma Zhai, Lord Jie next to the Son of Heaven, and that tooth!" By the way, that tooth is still alive. I've seen her in the city a few years ago, and I'll identify him for you—"

Do you want her to identify the tooth?

In other words, does he really want to debunk Ruyi's identity?

Jiro didn't know.

He fell into a great confusion, and for the first time in his life, when he knew the answer, he could not recognize his heart and make a choice.

- Ruyi is not related to him by blood.

The sister who grew up with him since he was a child is actually the cat and dog that his father picked up from the side to please his mother.

He just thought in confusion, so it is, so it is.

His father is indeed teaching Ruyi to be a loyal dog crawling at his feet, a dead soldier who is willing to sacrifice a qiē for him. Although she was betrothed to someone else, she still belonged to him in essence. His feelings were not wrong all along.

But something did go wrong.

In his heart, Ruyi has never been a pet, a loyal dog, or a tool. She is his blood relative, and she is his only and only remaining pillar in this troubled world. They support each other, accompany each other, and depend on each other for their lives.

But suddenly, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, was destroyed. Something he never suspected growing up turned out to be false. He was alone again.

He was born conceited, and his early wisdom led him to prematurely wade into the reality of utilitarian indifference. Although he was accompanied by Xu Si and Ruyi, he also learned to guard and care from them, but these qualities were actually only for his relatives. He is good at weighing the pros and cons, but he doesn't care so much about good and evil. The only moral code that binds him is that his aunt and sister may be happy, sad, angry, and painful because of this...... In essence, he has not yet had time to learn to look at the world with a soft heart, and he has not yet learned how to treat others with sincerity.

He didn't know how to deal with a Ruyi who suddenly became a stranger.

But now is not the time to hesitate, they are still on the run.

He let go of Qian.

He hadn't intended to kill this man in the first place—she was an old woman, and she had healed Ruyi's wounds.

He was about to tie up the Qian family, but he heard the Qian family ask, "What about the grandson of the old body?" You didn't—"

Immediately, she saw the blood stains on Erlang's body and the hollow, numb gaze.

"Ah, Anuta ......" Qian suddenly understood something, and he burst out of grief and anger and rushed towards Erlang.

Erlang subconsciously raised his hand to parry, and saw the woman's eyes widen in horror - the dagger in his hand was piercing her chest.

Erlang came out of the blood-stained stove room, and it was getting late outside.

I don't know when the sunset broke through the dense clouds, and the warm afterglow penetrated into the western sky. The dark clouds that cracked in the sky were inlaid with golden light, brilliant and brilliant, like a holy miracle of Buddha's light.

When he saw that there was still water in the barrel next to the well, he knelt down beside the barrel and washed his hands with water.

His hands were covered with chilblains, red, swollen and clumsy. The blood was stained between the fingers, but it couldn't be washed away. In frustration, he pushed the barrel down.

It's time to leave, he thought.

No matter how hearty he was, he couldn't spend the night in the same room with the two people he had killed with his own hands.

However, Ruyi lost blood after being injured and fell asleep in the house. He couldn't always run away with a dying woman, it was too cumbersome, he thought numbly.

Then he heard the sound of stray footsteps.

Someone knocked on the outer door in a hurry and rudely, "Open the door!" ”

Erlang's body stiffened, like falling into an ice cave - it was a chasing soldier.

He should have gone to the back door and escaped.

It's so easy to get rid of a woman who has nothing to do with you.

Originally, the purpose of this woman's existence and being raised was that one day she could sacrifice a qiē for him without hesitation. She's just a pet, a tool, a dead man. All she has the meaning of zài, just to be used by him.

……

But he just couldn't move, and when he finally lifted his step, he ran to the inner room where Ruyi was sleeping—

He rushed into the house and picked Ruyi up from the bed. Then he slammed open the door of the room - there were some useless miscellaneous items piled up inside, and he tried to find a hiding place for Ruyi in the utility room.

- The layout of this house is clear at a glance, and with his strength, it is impossible to climb out of the courtyard wall with Ruyi on his back. And the wellhead is too narrow to hide them.

He had no choice but to hide Ruyi indoors for the time being, and then go out to divert the pursuers. In this way, the pursuers may miss the wish.

Strangely, at this moment he was quite calm in his heart. He only slightly regretted that he hadn't listened to Ruyi's words in the early years and practiced martial arts well. If it weren't for his sloppy martial arts, he might not have fallen off his horse today, and he wouldn't have had to turn back and give him the horse as he wanted, and Ruyi wouldn't have been injured like this. At this moment, their sister and brother may have fled to Cihu Lake and escaped from Li Hu's control.

He thought, I don't know if his aunt has sued Li Hu, Ruyi is Li Hu's flesh and blood. If this is the case, Ruyi should still have a way to survive if he falls into the hands of Li Hu.

As long as he clenched his nerve and didn't say anything, who would know that she wasn't?

But—he didn't want to.

No matter what—even if Ruyi would lose his last chance of life because of this, he didn't want Ruyi to have anything to do with his enemies.

Soldiers outside slammed open the courtyard gate earlier than he expected, and swarmed in.

He held on to his wishes, but in the end he didn't have time to find a way out for them.

But soon, a person lined up the soldiers and stepped forward, wearing rusty iron armor, and after seeing that it was indeed him, he knelt down in front of him, "The last general is late for rescue, please atone for your sins." ”

- That's Shi Wangqi, the chief of his house.