"Bai Qi, this king has told you that your father had a private meeting with the bandit party in the world, and intended to assassinate Zuo Shuai, but he was found out by the guards and has been ...... Alas! Wushu didn't finish his sentence, but only sighed at the end, turned his face and pointed to the lying corpse.

Yan Yusong's face became pale and bloodless, and she turned her neck stiffly to look at the side, her face was full of disbelief, she slowly squatted down, her hands trembled and lifted the white cloth, revealing a face full of blood, Yan Yusong trembled, as if she was struck by a lightning bolt, and her mind was suddenly blank.

Yan Chongshan was originally in charge of the soldiers and horses of Hejian Prefecture, since the fall there, he has returned to the Jin State, and was entrusted with important tasks, even his daughter Yan Yuchun was also selected by Wushu into his Tianluo, before and after two or three years, the father and daughter were already considered the confidants of the fourth prince Wushu, but Yan Yusong never thought that his father was just a fake Shun, and secretly had dealings with people in the world, which even she didn't know as a daughter.

Yan Yuchun looked at her father's face blankly, there was no sparkle in her eyes, only a dead gray, maybe it was excessive sadness, and she forgot to cry for a while.

Wushu didn't bother her, just watched all this quietly, after a while, Yan Yusong finally moved, raised his hand and gently closed his eyes for his old father, there was no joy or sorrow on his face, only a piece of dead ashes and wood, Wushu's heart moved, and sighed lightly: "This king knows that this matter has nothing to do with you, but no matter what, you can no longer stay in Tianluo Hall, thinking about you and my master and servant, while this matter has not been known by the marshal, you ...... Alas, go back. ”

Yan Yusong's movements paused, and he raised his head mechanically: "Go back?" Where else can I go back? ”

Wushu said: "Since your father is dead, this king will no longer pursue it, and you ...... Even if it is back to the Song Dynasty, this king will not blame you. ”

Yan Yusong still looked at his father's face in a daze, and didn't reply for a long time, back to Song? There are no more half of his relatives in the Great Song Dynasty, who can he find when he goes back? At this moment, her heart was full of despair, and she looked up at her only relative in the world, the father who loved her the most, died.

At this moment, she doesn't know what she is going to do, she is just a woman, and she has grown up in the territory of Jin since she was a girl, which is her homeland between Song and Jin has become a vague concept, her father died, died in the hands of the Jin people, but the cause was the Song people, should she seek revenge from the Jin people or the Song people? Yan Yuchun was at a loss.

"What am I still alive for? What are you doing while you're still alive......" Yan Yusong thought of death and wanted to follow her father, but at this time, a smiling face suddenly appeared in her mind.

Xu Zizhen! The man who once forcibly occupied his body in Taiyuan City.

Somehow, Yan Yusong's heart trembled violently, and a strange emotion came to her heart, her right hand retracted into her sleeve and quietly stroked her lower abdomen, this action was so subtle that she couldn't even find out about her vultures.

Wushu took out a small package and put it on the table, and sighed lightly: "Remembering the old feelings, this king will give you a hundred gold, and you will go back after burying your father properly." ”

Although he pretended to have a helpless and sad look on his face, he had already made up his mind in his heart, Yan Yusong was a talent, but her father pretended to surrender and secretly communicated with the world, although there was no evidence that she was also involved, but she could not be kept anymore, but now she still had to test again to see if she knew something, or was still connected with someone in Song Jing.

But to his surprise, Yan Yuchun shook his head, gently covered the white cloth on his father's body, didn't look at the burden on the table, and said with a gloomy expression: "Yuchun is homeless, and he has no face to stay in Tianluo Hall, His Royal Highness's grace Yuchun remembers it in his heart." ”

Wushu frowned: "Then what will you want?" ”

Yan Yuchun glanced at her father's corpse, two lines of tears finally flowed, she suddenly lifted her skirt and knelt on the ground: "Yuchun thanks His Royal Highness for his cultivation, I dare not ask for a single reward, I am no longer a Song person, how to talk about returning to the Song Dynasty, Yuchun only wants to find a mountain and a place to quietly bury his father, guard the spirit for life, please Your Highness fulfillment." As soon as she finished speaking, she fell into a deep position.

Wushu's brows stretched, he could see that Yan Yusong was really disheartened, it didn't seem like he was colluding with the Great Song Dynasty or the World Association, since this was easy.

"Okay, this king has fulfilled you, so you can go."

"Thank Your Highness for your grace, Yuchun retires."

Yan Yuchun took his father's body and retreated, and the tent was quiet again, but soon the curtain moved again, and a figure flashed in.

As if he knew who had come in, Wushu said without raising his head: "When she leaves the city, find a place to deal with her, and don't let people see her." ”

"Subordinates obey." The man answered, raised his head, and revealed an old face full of wrinkles, with a faint light in his eyes, and it was Mo Jingxia who had escaped from Xu Zizhen's hands several times.

……

On a small road in the north of the Daimyo's Mansion, a carriage drove slowly, driving a woman, dressed in sackcloth, wearing a black veil, completely covering her face, there was no one else in the car, only a coffin, and the driver was Yan Yusong, who had just come out of the Daimyo's Mansion.

The sky was very gloomy, and it was about to rain, but Yan Yusong was not in a hurry, but only pretended to be unwilling.

Although she was extremely sad, she still knew better than anyone else in her heart that with the secrecy of Tianluo Hall, how could she quit so easily? And with her understanding of the vultures, she would never really leave with her whole body.

On the right side of the road is the canal dug in front of the city, the river is wide and the water is fast, and perhaps due to the weather, there is not a single boat in sight on the river.

The raindrops finally fell, first a few sporadic times, and soon became dense rain, the autumn raindrops were not big, but they were very disturbing, cold and lingering, and they blocked the view of those who were in a hurry.

The black yarn on Yan Yusong's face was soon soaked by the rain, she lightly lifted her hand to take off the veil, and picked up a hat from the side of the wheel, but at the moment when she was about to put on the hat, she suddenly heard a clear sharp sound of breaking the air in her ears, she was startled, and subconsciously turned her body.

With a thud, a glittering dart grazed her waist and slammed into the door frame.

Yan Yuchun turned his hand and pulled out his long sword, jumped to the side of the car and looked coldly at the roadside forest: "Chiyi old ghost, come out." ”

"Hehe, the old man really messed up your grief too much, it turned out that it was really pretending, or His Highness could see it."

With a strange laugh like a night owl, a figure paced out of the forest, limping under his feet, it was Tianluo Chitang Zhangtang, that mysterious old ghost Mo Jingxia.