A gust of wind howled and slammed open the window, sweeping through every corner of the room in an instant, blowing the plain curtains in the room and turning them incessantly. The candle flame in the ever-bright lamp flickered slightly, bursting two wicks, and the figure shook slightly.

Lu Xiang was excited, as if he woke up from a daze, and looked up at the windowsill in a daze, the wind blew on his face, and he realized that his face was cold, and when he reached out and touched it, he was crying unconsciously!

It's really an old tearful look.

But how can you not cry

At that critical moment, his choice was to push his child out with his own hands.

He originally wanted to come up with a trick to lure away those people in black, but he never expected that he would push his children in front of those men in black, but it was also he who pushed his children into the abyss of death!

The target of the men in black is the emperor's heir, but they don't recognize the appearance of the emperor's heir, Lu Xiang thinks that even if these men in black find the child, they will take the child back to the front hall as soon as possible and find the teacher to identify it. And he can take advantage of this gap to escape from here with the imperial heir through the back door of the academy. He thought, even if the man in black wanted to do it in a fit of anger because he caught the wrong person, the gentleman who taught should also come forward to stop it, after all, this kid is the eldest son of the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, and they dare to do it at will?!

But it is clear that he underestimated the brutality and bloodiness of these people, and he underestimated the ambition of the main messenger behind these people.

In October of the year of Jiazi, the two gentlemen and the twenty-eight students of the Juxian private school were all killed with a knife, and the corpses were also destroyed, and no one knew the process. Later, when someone passed by the door of Juxian's private school, they would be shocked and their backs would be cold, and they hurriedly lowered their eyebrows and hung their heads. The private school was dilapidated and overgrown with weeds, and the reason why they hated to flee from this place at once was because of the fear in their hearts that there were twenty-eight children in this place! It's pitiful, it's sad, it's sad.

Lu Xiang hung his hands weakly, slumped on the chair, his eyes were scattered, where was the slightest bit of shrewdness and ability on weekdays, and he pointed out the country.

He closed his eyes slightly, and in his mind he recalled a picture that he would never forget in his life - his little Xiu'er was only five years old at that time, well-behaved and obedient, and he promised to lure away the man in black for his own promise. Even though he was so nervous that he clenched his little hands into small fists, rubbing the corners of his clothes desperately, his eyes were full of panic and helplessness, and there were hidden tears, he did not refuse his father's request.

"Father, I'm afraid," said the child, whose voice was small and pitiful, and trembled.

But he gritted his teeth, and for the sake of the so-called righteousness, and for his own selfishness, he pushed his little Xiu'er out with his own hands.

The man in black brought his Xiu'er to Mr. Teaching for him to identify, and the gentleman only glanced at him and shook his head repeatedly, saying that this was not the person they were looking for.

The man in black was furious, and only felt that the gentleman was lying to them, so he pulled the child in his hand and threw it on the lectern like a rag, and asked the crying children below: "Is this a child of the Duan Family Dart Bureau, answer me quickly, otherwise I will kill this old man!" ”

The man in black showed a fierce look on his face, raised his hand and aimed the long sword at the throat of the old gentleman, and the bleeding place that had just been picked up was still shocking. One of the children below was crying again, waving his hands and running to the door, trying to escape.

The cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and the dart in his hand pierced the child's heart, and the child immediately fell to the place with weak legs, and died with a whimper. The blood sprayed red the little girl's skirt next to her, causing her to scream and faint with black eyes. The scene gradually spiraled out of control, and the children were already scared out of their minds, and it would be terrible if the sound of crying and shouting attracted people outside

At this time, a voice came-

"Yes, he is Duan Lang of the Duan Family Dart Bureau!"

I don't know who opened his mouth first, and then several voices joined the ranks of accusations and denunciations.

With tears in his black and white eyes, he looked at the child in the hands of the man in black, telling lies against his will. This group of children is of the same age, and they are obviously virgins, but they are finally stimulated to the point that their hearts are covered with a layer of blood.

The accused young man's eyes widened in disbelief, there was despair in his dark and pure eyes, the black-clothed man behind him hooked the corners of his mouth with a hideous face, his hand raised the knife, and conveniently cut off the child's head, blood splattered on the ground The old gentleman closed his eyes in grief, tears wet his clothes, and he couldn't bear to look at it again.

At the beginning of man, nature is evil.

Who is to blame? Blame these inhuman executioners? Or do you blame these poor children who frame others to save their lives?

It's all fate, whether it's this poor child or the children who lied to protect themselves, they are all doomed to the same ending in the end.

There is also the chivalrous girl whose whereabouts are unknown, and the Duan family dart game that was tragically destroyed! Of course, including the group of people in black, even if they have their own things after many years, they are still destined to be the only remaining child in that school, who will travel thousands of miles to take revenge and sacrifice those innocent lives!

After that day, there was no Xiu'er in the world, but there was one more child who was young and cold, he was called the eldest young master of the Lu family, he was called Prince Chaohua, and he was also called Lu Xiuhan.

And the executioner, in a glorious way, became the emperor.

The land phase is exhausted

Tightly clutching the Tang Mu box in his hand, it was like a life-saving straw caught by a drowning person. He frowned and mourned, as if he had aged overnight, really like a poor old man who was lonely and helpless, and the box in his hand was all his spiritual source and his only remaining hope.

After another half an hour, he eased up a little, looked at the box in his hand again, carefully opened it again, and then looked left and right, took out a piece of fine silk from the third cabinet of the desk, gently put the box up, and then slowly packed it, for fear of bumping into it, like treating a newborn baby.

As if after completing a sacred ritual, he took a deep breath and raised his eyes to look at the man in black in front of him.

What should be faced is what needs to be faced after all, his little cultivator is gone, this child he raised as his own, but he has never been able to enter his heart. Even so, he can't abandon him, he can't watch him fall into the abyss of no return, and he can't get lost. Besides, he's still that man's child.

Lu Xiang is a person with great wisdom, and he has experienced a lot of things, and he has noticed some clues before, but he has always been reluctant to think in a bad direction.

After a moment of silence, Lu Xiang opened his mouth and asked the man on the other side, who always had a cold face and did not change his face: "What should I call Your Excellency?" You are the only one left in the Duan family," Lu Xiang hesitated, a little vigilant between his eyebrows.

The Duan family was tragically wiped out that year, but the providence of heaven left a survivor for the Duan family, a survivor bent on revenge. The two scars on his left hand are the marks on his body, always reminding him of the deep blood feud of the Duan family.

"There is no more Duan family dart game in the world, I take hatred as my surname, you can call me Qiu Blade." Blade, blade, sword of vengeance.

Lu Xiang was noncommittal, and continued to ask: "Is he in Mobei now?" ”

"Yes."

"He wasn't seriously injured??"

"Childe was indeed injured, he was stabbed in the back, he didn't hurt his heart, he wasn't seriously injured, and he is fine now." The man said with a straight look, without concealing it.

Lu Xiang's heart was cold: "So, he said that in order to avoid the emperor's eyeliner, he moved to Nian Man Xiaozhu, which is also false?" I made a play for the emperor to see, but he made a play for me? Leaving a group of doctors and shadow guards there to hide people's eyes and ears, but he had already left for Mobei? If I'm not mistaken, I guess even his personal little servant Izumo was kept in the dark by him. ”

"Yes." He nodded, crisply.

Lu Xiang raised his eyebrows, raised his hand to caress his eyebrows, and also covered his expression: "It seems that he took the opportunity of the emperor to get rid of him, and acted in a play, he is really powerful, he easily kept everyone in the dark, and even deceived me." I thought that this Mobei incident had nothing to do with him, but I didn't want to, he provoked it."

The mechanical-like man's face on the opposite side finally loosened slightly, and said: "Lu Xiang's words are wrong, this world is originally a child's." ”

"What is the world? The world belongs to the people, where is a person, if he wants revenge, then go to the damned person, he overturned the world, pierced the heart and blood of the Great Song Dynasty with a soldier, and aimed at the person he wanted revenge. But how could he have considered the innocent soldiers and poor people who had lost their lives, and who they should seek revenge??! Lu Xiangshu put down his hand and stood up, his face was fierce, his tone was aggravated, and he almost lost control a little.

He didn't care who sat in that position, all he worried about was the innocent people of Dawn.

The man on the other side was still cold, not the slightest impression, Lu Xiang's anger was extinguished on the ice, and finally sat back in the chair helplessly.

Qiu Jian is a person who is not good at words, why did Lu Xiuhan send him as a lobbyist? At present, Lu Xiang can finally come to some conclusions, it is precisely because Qiu Jian is not good at words that he can put himself in the perspective of a third party, so that he will not lose control, and it also provokes him to be careful about Lu Xiuhan's safety.

After all, he is his adopted son, so he naturally understands his mind best, and it hasn't changed in fifteen years, hasn't it?

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