After coming out of the palace, it was already late at night, and Chen Pingwu felt that the bright moon tonight seemed to feel his happiness, and the moonlight was unusually bright.

Chen Pingwu hurried all the way and hurried towards Chen's mansion, eager to share the good news with Jia'er.

A moment later, Chen Pingwu returned to the Shizi Mansion.

After knocking on the door a few times, no one responded.

The eagerness to share with Wang Jia as soon as possible made him unable to wait for the next person to come and open the door, so he hurriedly walked in from the side door, tied the horse simply, and then shouted loudly and went to the main hall.

"Jia'er! Jiaer! ”

Chen Pingwu's prince's mansion, as early as when he was drunk and living in a mess, there were not many people in the mansion, and he simply didn't care about disturbing the rest of his subordinates.

It's just that Chen Pingwu shouted happily all the way, but no one replied to him, and he had already walked to the main hall at this moment.

In the darkness, Chen Pingwu couldn't help but complain.

"Where did these subordinates go, why didn't anyone even care about the lights?"

In the dimness of the main hall, Chen Pingwu saw a slender figure sitting on a chair, and immediately recognized Wang Jia, so he smiled and asked:

"Jia'er, I called you for a long time, why didn't you reply to me, where did the housekeeper go? Why don't you light the lights? ”

When Chen Pingwu walked in front of Wang Jia, his face suddenly froze, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

"Jia'er!"

Chen Pingwu hurriedly pounced, Wang Jia at this moment, his eyes were still round, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth were already a little dry.

Chen Pingwu, who hugged Wang Jia tightly to his chest, only felt that Wang Jia in his arms was already cold, and the placket on his chest was soaked with blood.

"Jia'er, Jia'er! Why...... Why! ”

Wang Jia's death was too sudden for Chen Pingwu, and the original happiness and the longing for the future collapsed like a mountain and a sea in an instant.

Chen Pingwu cried bitterly, his heart was pierced by thousands of sharp arrows, the sound of wailing was heartbreaking, and his brain was even more blank.

In Chen Pingwu's cry of pain, Yang Guang walked out of the darkness of the back hall, and on the long knife in his hand, the last drop of blood slowly slipped down.

Wang Jia was carried back by Yang Guang and placed on a chair, seemingly waiting for Chen Pingwu to return.

Yang Guang didn't make a sound, but quietly waited for Chen Pingwu to vent his emotions, I don't know how long it took, Chen Pingwu's pain gradually subsided, and his voice became hoarse.

Sensing that there was someone behind him, Chen Pingwu did not look back, still holding Wang Jia in his arms, raising his hand and gently closing Wang Jia's eyes, his eyes were in tears, but he was still full of tenderness.

"Why? Even if you have any schemes, why don't you come at me, kill her, kill her like this! ”

Chen Pingwu knew that the person behind him was Yang Guang, his voice was hoarse, and he gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice.

Yang Guang's eyes were unusually calm, as if he was a killing machine, and replied in an indifferent voice:

"Shizi, you should understand that when you are a prince, you can't help yourself."

"Heh, being a prince, I can't help myself."

Chen Pingwu didn't plan to resist, because he knew that he couldn't be Yang Guang's opponent, and now it was even more unrealistic to avenge Wang Jia.

Chen Pingwu sneered softly and repeated the words in Yang Guang's mouth, but his eyes kept staring at the lover in his arms, he didn't know how long he could hold it, he just hoped that he could hold it for a while.

Ironically, this sentence is exactly what Chen Pingwu and Yang Guang used to persuade each other when they first arrived in Kyoto.

Now, it's being used here by the other party.

Chen Pingwu's face struggled for a moment, and finally slowly exhaled a breath, as if all emotions were let go in an instant, and asked in a low voice.

"Is that what my father meant?"

Late at night in the silent Shizi Mansion, Chen Pingwu's words became the last question.

didn't answer, or Yang Guang may have answered, but Chen Pingwu, who only had Wang Jia in his eyes at the moment, couldn't see it.

The cold light flickered, and the long knife in Yang Guang's hand had already penetrated Chen Pingwu's body.

The knife technique was accurate, and the knife was fatal, without hurting Wang Jia in Chen Pingwu's arms by half an inch.

Chen Pingwu fell to the ground with a smile on the corner of his mouth and Wang Jia in his arms, this time he glanced at Yang Guang behind him, the corners of his mouth opened and closed slightly, and said silently: "Thank you." ”

It seems to be thanking Yang Guang for his incomparably accurate knife skills.

Yang Guang stood there, looking at Chen Pingwu, whose life was passing rapidly in front of him, and at the last moment of death, he waved his arm and gently grabbed Wang Jia's hand.

... ...

"In this life, I owe you too much after all, Jia'er, you have protected me several times, in front of the cliff outside Yanwu County that day, but tonight I also lost my life because of me."

"Brother Wu, I've been waiting for you for a long time, I've searched all the restaurants in the east of the city, Ping'er said that you must be looking for fun, but I don't believe it..."

"Jia'er learned that her father wanted to harm you, and she hesitated, Jia'er didn't want you to be in danger, and wanted you to come back safely, but I'm afraid that I can't wait for you anymore, and I can't take you to see the flowers in Kyoto in spring..."

The last tear fell along with the memories in Chen Pingwu's mind.

"Jia'er, wait for me, I won't let you go alone this time..."

... ...

It wasn't until Chen Pingwu completely lost his breath that Yang Guang waved his hand to sheath the long knife and turned to leave.

"Shizi, maybe this matter can be fulfilled by your subordinates in the end."

The moonlight is still so bright, but the beauty under the moon has long since left.

After the night in Kyoto passed, Yang Guang had already embarked on the road to the northeast, and with the arrival of early morning, Lu Jue, the garrison of the Northern Expeditionary Army, was holding an emergency meeting at this moment in the military tent of the parliament.

In the military tent, it is divided into two sides, forming a sharp contrast, Xiao Han and others on the right hand are radiant and energetic, and on the other side, the heads of the major rivers and lakes, except for Wang Kang, who is still in good spirits, are listless, obviously looking like they have not woken up yet.

It is also said that these heads have always sat in the carriage, and even if they march on weekdays, they are rarely in the early days, and they are all disciples of the sect, responsible for driving the carriage.

These carriages, unlike the kind that Lu Jue sat on, would feel the bumps.

The horse farm on which these masters ride is well-crafted, even if it is a mountain road, unless the carriage is completely turned over, there will be no sense of shock and bump.

Of course, the price is also extremely expensive, enough for a month's salary for a forward battalion.

Lu Jue saw that everyone had arrived, so he signaled the guards to guard the outside of the camp tent and no one should disturb him.