Hua Qingmo's gentle voice is so soft and shallow, without a little fluctuation, just like climbing high and overlooking the autumn moon on the Pinghu Lake, washing the hustle and bustle in the tranquility. Perhaps, her voice was too quiet and quiet, and she was not shocked. Under the silence, it is as light as dandelions dancing in the wind, and the flowers wither and fall, so light and cool.

It's just that the bloodstains on her clothes are terrifying.

After saying this, Hua Qingmo looked sideways at King Ningjun, her eyes staring at him anxiously, but her eyes were dead and calm. "Father, you really opened Mo'er's eyes today, Mo'er never thought before you spoke just now, you are such a generous person, it seems that Mo'er really didn't know you in the past."

If she really understood the person who penetrated King Ningjun, she would not have planted it here, and let King Ningjun provoke the relationship between herself and Hua Minzhi like this. Hua Min stopped him and let him explain, but what can he explain now, what can she say, saying that this qiē is all written and acted by King Ningjun, saying that he stabbed himself to frame her?

This reason is true, but at this point, it becomes a quibble.

King Ning Jun wanted Hua Minzhi to see such a scene, but he didn't even investigate it at all, and at this moment, when the human and material evidence were there, she was really speechless to refute.

The explanation is already unintentional, a qiē...... It's already too late, and seeing this qiē Hua Min Zhi will definitely not treat her as before.

Just like the tail end of spring, colorful flowers will eventually wither; In the middle of summer night, the light of fireflies, the lonely night is extinguished; At the end of late autumn, the green trees and green grass withered and fell; At the end of the winter day, the ice and snow are endless, melting and disappearing. Beautiful things will always be forcibly bound to the shackles of time, and time is flowing water, which cannot be turned back or stopped, but can only move forward as always.

Life is so cruel.

"Mo'er, you...... You're still blaming your father, you're ...... You...... You're still ...... Blame me. King Ningjun's words were still full of apologies and remorse, he looked at Hua Qingmo, who was distant and quiet, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips that was almost nothing.

All of them were as he had predicted, almost exactly as they were. However, he never expected that his daughter would be so calm, and he didn't even say a word to refute and explain.

Hua Qingmo's face was reflected in his eyes, and King Ning felt that at this moment, he really saw his daughter's face clearly.

The beautiful and delicate eyebrows are particularly similar to the faint shadows of the distant mountains when the clouds and mist cover them, and the dark eyes seem to be like stars, shining brightly, but they are full of a cold and glamorous cold sharpness like cobalt blue. The bridge of the nose is small, the tip of the nose is warm, and the soft lips of the cherry color are like celadon reflections, warm and soft, but they reveal the ruthless indifference of the cold blade.

is nothing like him, and has a somewhat similar face to his wife Chu Youran, but his charm and temperament have nothing in common with the two of them.

In the middle of King Ningjun's distraction, Hua Min stopped his acupoint and stopped the bleeding, and sent him to the couch. Around the black lacquered mica stone stepping bed, there is a translucent curtain with a pattern of autumn chrysanthemums all over the ground, elegant and quiet, but it is stained with a little blood and seems to be indelible filth.

"Father, hold on for a few more moments, and the Imperial Doctor will arrive later." Hua Minzhi clenched King Ningjun's hand, and the expression on his face looked extremely calm. It's just that his legs are trembling, as if a gust of wind can completely defeat him from the inside out. Seeing that King Ning Jun's face was getting paler and paler, the worry in Hua Minzhi's eyes became more and more apparent.

"Min ...... Min'er, promise...... Promise my father, this ...... This matter is not ...... Don't let ...... Let others know about it...... When it's a thorn...... Assassin assassination, don't let ...... Let Mo'er carry ...... Burdened with ...... Matricide...... Kill...... Killing the father is such a great ...... Charges of treason. ”

The worry in King Ningjun's words made Hua Minzhi even more resentful of Hua Qingmo in his heart, he didn't understand why his sister who had always loved him wanted to do such a thing. When he was outside, no matter how painful and difficult the days were, he gritted his teeth and survived, in order to get the power to protect Hua Qingmo.

However, now, the blood of his father stained on his robe, seemed to laugh at him, all these times for the sake of such a ruthless and disregarding friendship.

"Father, don't speak for this person anymore, this person has been with Jiuqian-sui for a long time, and he has long been like a snake and scorpion, and he is no longer the original."

Hua Minzhi bowed her head and said this, her eyes covered with a deathly silence. He had never been so disappointed in one person, nor had he ever been so ambivalent in one.

The more you care, the less you can forgive. The more you care, the more you can't tolerate the other party doing such a rebellious and intolerable thing.

Hua Minzhi let go of King Ningjun's right hand and stood up slowly but firmly. The surrounding lilac curtains moved because of this, and the chrysanthemums embroidered on it were floating for some reason, and the autumn was lonely and cool.

"The revenge of killing the father and the mother is not shared." Hua Minzhi put his hand on the hilt of the sword he wore at his waist, and the viscosity and coldness of the blood in his hand engulfed the last bit of softness he had for Hua Qingmo. "Hua Qingmo, I want you to repay with your life."

As soon as the words fell, Hua Minzhi drew his sword without hesitation, turned to face Hua Qingmo, the long sword won the snow, vibrated slightly, and the voice was different and stinging.

"Brother." Hua Qingmo's face still did not change at this scene. It's just the long sword in Hua Minzhi's hand in front of her, and the sword light is indifferent, making her feel a piercing pain. "I never thought that in this few life, there would be a day when you will be pointed at each other. Today's scene, if you are someone else, I am afraid that I have already come to me with a sword, brother, you must have been struggling to do this to me, it seems that no matter how wrong I have done, you regard me very seriously. ”

Hua Qingmo's clear and clear words made Hua Min stop his body suddenly, and the long sword also had some unnatural shaking.

Yes, she was right. Even if he saw her attack on her father, he already cherished her in his heart. Moreover, there was still an expectation in his heart that everything he had just seen was false, all false.

But the facts are in front of him, and he can't help but believe it.

"Mo'er, you would never do such a thing before, you must ...... It must be because it is 9,000 years old, it must be influenced by him, or it must be bewitched by him, it must be so...... Must ......" Hua Minzhi began to look for a reason for Hua Qingmo, but even he felt ridiculous when he said this reason.

How could he not know what kind of temperament his sister was? How could such a bright and transparent woman be bewitched by the influence of others? Today's events must have been her own decision. Now, she can kill her parents and grandmother, and he will inevitably do more intolerable things one day, just like nine thousand years old, spurned by hundreds of officials and scolded by all people.

Rather than this, it is better for him to cut off everything with his own hands.

"Mo'er, brother can't condone you like this anymore, brother doesn't want you to be abused by others." After speaking, Hua Minzhi's whole person was like a sharp arrow off the string, and he stabbed at Hua Qingmo mercilessly.

Seeing this situation, April and Qinghu prepared to step forward to protect them, so that Hua Qingmo would not be hurt because Hua Minzhi was his brother. But suddenly, Hua Qingmo looked at the two of them coldly, and forced the two of them not to meddle in their affairs.

In this way, April and Qinghu could only stand in place and not make a move, seeing Hua Minzhi's sword stabbing at Hua Qingmo, the two of them were anxious, but they were helpless.

When the long sword was only two fingers away from Hua Qingmo's heart, a flowing cloud needle shot out of her hand rapidly, and a silver light flashed. Between the lightning and flint, it collided with Hua Minzhi's cold and sharp long sword, and the direction of the sword changed very lightly.

This situation reassured April and Qinghu, who were standing next to them, that according to the direction of the sword, their master had no worries about his life.

The long sword slashed across Hua Qingmo's right arm, and blood gushed out in an instant, staining Hua Qingmo's wide sleeved robe. The pain followed, from body to heart. Hua Qingmo felt that this time the injury was more painful than any previous time.

King Ningjun, who was lying on the couch, saw the scene at this time, and a hint of revenge and happiness appeared on the corner of his lips.

However, in an instant, King Ning felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, even if it was covered by the sharp pain in his abdomen, he still knew very well that his heart had grown from nothing, and there was a trace of regret.

What he wants is the present situation, to use his life to build a completely unbridgeable gap between his children, so that their relationship will be shattered and they will never be reconciled again.

That's what he wants, that's what he wants.

Just like they did to him back then.

Therefore, he must not regret it, and the discomfort in his heart must only be because of the wound in his abdomen. It's just that he obviously has a very good grasp of proportion when he stabs himself, but why is he so hurt?

King Ning Jun was a little careless at this time compared to usual, and the trace of regret in his heart made him lose a little calm, and his expression was very different from just now.

Although Hua Qingmo was sad that Hua Minzhi was doing it to herself, she was divided into Ning Junwang, and naturally found that he was strange at the moment. I didn't check the severity of his injuries just now, but looking at King Ningjun's expression at this time, this injury would not kill him.

But judging from the previous scene, the princess of the old county must be killed, and Chu Youran should also die today, and the lives of these two people will be counted on their heads. As for Yingge, she is a killer, so she naturally knows how to keep it secret, and she will not be able to die today.

Looking at Hua Minzhi again, Hua Qingmo just looked at him quietly, then held his sword and said: "This sword, you want to cut off the righteousness of our brothers and sisters with your own hands, then I will follow you, swear by blood, and break off with you." ”

With a slight force, the blade of the sword cut through her palm, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down the long sword to Hua Minzhi, and finally dyed on his robe.

Looking at this scene, Hua Min's face was as warm as green jade, but it was as heavy as a mountain. He looked at Hua Qingmo, looked at the sword, the corners of his lips flickered, and his smile was gentle and soft: "I am holding the sword for you, but I hurt you with the sword, against my original wishes." Holding a sword in your hand was originally to protect you, but now, I'm afraid I don't need it. ”