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"Although I have always looked down on you, no matter what, you are also my son."

Kyoto Garrison He Ji stood outside the railing, looking at his son who was like a puddle of mud inside the railing, and his eyes showed a deep disgust.

"I can't make paintings, I can't kill people, I can't kill myself, I can't commit suicide, I can't say anything, I was born in the army, and I fought to this position with a knife and a gun. How did you give birth to such a useless son as you! ”

He Junhao slumped on the wall, half-sitting and half-lying, his eyes staring blankly at the darkness in the corner.

Because of his father's plans, although he was locked up in the government prison in Tokyo City, he still chose a decent cell for him, closer to the gate, not as dark and damp as the cell inside.

But even so, there was an extremely pungent smell in the cell, the smell of mold mixed with the smell of excrement, the smell of sweat, the smell of stench, the smell of blood, the smell of rot, too much of a mess of smells stayed here in a disorderly manner, as if they could never be driven out.

He Ji looked at his son's godless eyes and sneered: "It's really sad, are you complaining about your life now, or are you repenting of your crimes?" When you were very young, I told you that you should take whatever you want with your hands. But you, born with a heart like your damn mother, I really don't know what to call it other than to use the word 'stupid'. ”

At the mention of his mother, the muscles on He Junhao's face trembled.

In order to take care of the prisoner, the cells on the left and right sides were emptied. He Junhao's food was also specially instructed. The gruel was replaced with steamed buns, and the vegetable soup was changed to half vegetable and half meat, but he still didn't move a single chopstick.

Flies gathered on the meal, buzzing.

"It's pathetic." He Ji looked at his son with a sneering gaze, "I don't even have the ability to kill myself, I want to starve myself to death." But they lack enough perseverance. Why did I give birth to a son like you? Hey, I've long suspected that you're the bastard born of that stinky bitch's adultery with someone else, and now it seems like it's very likely. ”

"You are not allowed to ...... Insult...... My mother. ”

He Junhao finally had some signs of life, the soft mud-like man struggled to stand up against the wall, anger burning in his eyes, his originally handsome face, now stained with too much filth and blood stains flowing down his left forehead, in a dimly lit place like the prison. It's a little scary.

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk a drop of water in half a month. Or maybe he hadn't drunk water for a long time.

It's just a pity that such a hoarse and faint voice obviously doesn't have any real ability to threaten people.

"I've never liked you, you know that."

He didn't care about such a threat, in his opinion. This kind of stubbornness of the weak will only make him feel ridiculous, not to mention. The weak man in front of him is still his son.

"But as I said before, you are my son after all. And what you did before really hurt my face. He Ji laughed, there was a very shallow scar on his face, if it weren't for the smile on his face, this scar would have been hidden.

But it's because of this scar. He Ji's smile was ugly and terrifying.

"You should know that the most disgusting thing about me is that others don't give me face." He Ji's smile became deeper and deeper, so the scar that deepened with the nasolabial folds became deeper and deeper. "A lot of people have come to me since you did this stupid thing and didn't succeed. You know what they say? They asked me to expel you from the clan and sever the relationship between father and son, because they felt that what you did was too embarrassing for our He family, and it was too embarrassing for me, the Jingshi garrison. ”

"I have 270 people under my command, and the day after your accident, everyone looked at me like monkeys being played at a lantern festival. How disgusted I am by this feeling, even if I don't say it, you should know it. ”

"You should know, don't you? Ever since you were a child, your mother has always complimented you on your intelligence. She was born in a scholarly family, and if it weren't for the ruin of her family background, she would not have been able to marry a martial artist like me. Hey! But she always looked down on me. Hey! She had never said anything like that, but I knew she had always looked down on me. She has to let you study, let you learn to paint, so that you can not follow the old path of your father and me in the future, so that you can rise to the top, and you can pay homage to the prime minister. Hey! But you see, tsk, you're all over Kyoto now, aren't you? Your dead mother must be able to look at her, can't you? ”

He Junhao was furious.

He was utterly furious.

Even when facing Chu Feng, even when he held the dagger in his hand and stabbed straight into Chu Feng's chest, He Junhao had never felt such anger.

His hands were shaking, his feet were shaking, the muscles of his whole body, even every drop of his blood, every trace of his soul, were trembling with anger at this very moment.

He Junhao roared and rushed forward, grabbing his father by the collar through the rusty iron fence, anger had penetrated every inch of his skin, he roared, baring his teeth, as if he wanted to bite his father inch by inch and swallow it into his stomach.

He Ji looked at his son, and saw that he finally revealed what he should be in his bloodline, and laughed again.

The laughter was initially low and suppressed in the throat, then increased as the mood climbed, and finally turned into an almost arrogant laugh.

The laughter echoed in the dark, damp cells, and the inmates in the distant cells were bored, echoing with even more eerie laughter, or maybe it was just some echo from a distant corner.

He Ji raised his right hand, gently grabbed He Junhao's wrist, and twisted it.

The mournful cries overshadowed the laughter, forming a very peculiar symphony.

He Junhao covered his broken right wrist, knelt on his knees, and trembled violently.

"It's pathetic." He Ji smiled sarcastically, took out the key from his arms, and opened He Junhao's prison door.

He Junhao was stunned, even under the invasion of pain into the bone marrow, he still realized something.

"Your guilt has basically been decided, if you are still hiding here, you will probably be beheaded in the days when the imperial examination of the Academy of Painting is released. On one side is Chu Feng's soaring yellow and tengda, the title of the gold list, and on the other side is your blood-spattered long street, and your body is in a different place, this is indeed a very wonderful picture, isn't it? ”

He Ji's voice was not hurried, but a little cold, as if he was talking about inconsequential trivial matters.

"If it really is according to the law, you didn't really hurt Chu Feng's life, and it would not be your turn to punish such a severe punishment. However, there are some small tricks played by some of them...... Perhaps, in other words, that Chu Feng is someone you should never offend. ”

"You hurt Chu Feng and slashed him in the chest. So now, someone wants to get a cut in your neck. ”

"I have to say, one knife for another, this may be a very cost-effective thing."

"But to what I just said, although I don't really want to admit it, you are indeed the son of Lao Tzu."

He Ji's voice was gloomy, and his eyes finally looked at He Junhao at his feet: "My only son." ”

"Except for myself. There is no one who can kill my son. ”

"So now, your choice is actually quite simple." He Ji looked at him condescendingly, at his son's face distorted by intense pain. His voice was still indifferent, but with a wonderful temptation, "Either stay here and wait for death, waiting to see Chu Feng's soaring." Either follow me and leave, Lao Tzu will teach you from the beginning, in the end, how to behave. ”

He Junhao's trembling body gradually stopped, he was silent for a while, slowly raised his head, and looked at his father with a little blankness.

Killed his own mother's father.

Then, he stood up.

Silent and stubborn, he took a step out of the prison door.

He Ji laughed again, the smile on his face was so strong that the scar was as dazzling as a ghost.

"Oh, yes." He Ji walked to the gate of the prison with his hands on his shoulders, and the whole person looked very leisurely, and there was no nervousness that an escaped prisoner should have.

"Today is the autumn festival of the art academy, and I have arranged some very interesting things over there. It's just a pity that you can't see it with your own eyes. ”

He Ji said.

He Junhao was silent, kept silent, and followed behind He Ji.

It's just that after hearing this, his eyes couldn't help but pass a glimmer of light.

The torches on the damp walls dragged the figures of the two men for a long time.

The shadows of the two people vaguely merged together as they walked, as if one person was walking.

"Where are we going?"

He Junhao covered his right wrist and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Liangshan." He Jihe laughed, his expression dimmed under the reflection of the torches, "Go find some old friends." ”

And at this time, not far from the Tokyo Prefecture Prison, Chu Feng took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone of the Autumn Landscape Department with both hands, and then looked up at the examiner slowly unfolding the silk silk with the exam questions written on it.

The silk silk was bright yellow, and when he had just unfolded one or two words, Chu Feng was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that Huizong, as an emperor, would personally write the exam questions of the Autumn Pavilion of the Painting Academy in thin gold font.

"'No one crosses the wild water, and the lonely boat is all day long'. Ladies and gentlemen, please use this as a question. ”

The examiner smiled slightly and read aloud.

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I like to write about this kind of shady thing.,But how to fix o(╯□╰)o.

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