The heroic and righteous Lu Jiajun swore that the sky above the gate of the Marshal's Mansion was deafening, the clouds were rolling and the weather was changing.

Wang Qing looked up at the sky and smiled bitterly, the tumbling clouds seemed to be his former brothers charging into battle, but he did not walk side by side with them, but stood on the opposite side. His eyes were blank, he pulled out the knife and thrust it into his left leg, and after pulling it out, he inserted it into his right leg, and turned the dagger vigorously as the knife entered the marrow.

Two more muffled snorts, The blood flowing from Wang Qing's thigh wound instantly stained his robe red, sweat flowed down his forehead like a bean, and his face began to turn pale.

"These two knives...... It's back to you!" Wang Qing looked at the back of Mao Ye's head and said softly.

His legs were trembling slightly. But it seems that he can't feel the pain again, and he slowly becomes indifferent.

They are guards, they are dead soldiers.

They are also proficient in the art of killing.

When Wang Qing stabbed the knife into his thigh, he knew that he would lose too much blood. Mao Ye, who turned his head and saw all this, also knew.

Mao Ye bit his lip hard, biting his lower lip, and a faint trace of blood flowed down from the corner of his lower lip. He remained silent, his face complicated.

Wang Qing pulled out the knife again and inserted a knife into his abdomen, and the knife hit the vital point.

The blue tendons on Wang Qing's forehead and face burst out, his face had become distorted and hideous, and his consciousness began to blur......

Wang Qing's head tilted slightly, he couldn't support it anymore and fell to the ground.

Mao Ye struggled, hesitated, but stretched out his arm and let his head rest on his shoulder.

Wang Qing collapsed into Mao Ye's arms, revealing a bitter smile, blood soaking his teeth.

"I ...... Don't expect...... Forgive me...... Because...... Even me...... Myself...... Nor can it ...... Forgive yourself...... Ahem......" Wang Qing said with difficulty and intermittently: "Old man...... Don't cry...... It's me...... Wrong...... Because I...... And can't ...... Let you and ...... Younger sister...... Together...... I'm sorry...... You guys!"

Wang Qing stretched out his hand to touch the tears flowing from Mao Ye's face. It's just that before his hand touched Mao Ye's face, it drooped...... From then on, there was no Wang Qing in the world...... All grievances ended after Wang Qing was silent.

Boss, that's what they called him before. It's just that he hasn't heard this name for many years, and from this day on, he won't hear it again.

But, after all, they are brothers who have been getting along day and night for more than 30 years, and robes who have fought on the battlefield for more than 20 years...... After a long time, Mao Ye thought clearly, Wang Qing was wrong, but even if he didn't do that, there must still be people to do it, and their fate still couldn't be changed. Because, that force, they don't have the ability to resist. He hated that the person who betrayed them should not be at least the twelve guards.

Mao Ye burst into tears, from the beginning of the low convulsions slowly turned into a howling cry......

"Ah...... Yes...... Yes...... Ahh

It seemed that the sky of this Jingguo was resounding with his voice......

Except for this roar, the heavens and the earth are silent, and everything is silent......

Not far away, on the corner of the street, there was a shadow of a thin woman standing quietly, witnessing all this. It wasn't until Mao Ye stopped howling that she slowly pulled out a small cart from the corner and slowly walked in their direction.

She was dressed in sackcloth, white.

She was very thin, and the wheel she pulled seemed to be several times heavier than her, and it seemed very difficult to pull the small car.

Seeing this, two gray-robed men on another street corner glanced at Li Xiangru's window. Li Xiangru shook his head slightly, and the two disappeared around the corner.

She pulled the car to the front of the steps and stared at the fallen corpse in amazement. On that face, there were faint traces of tears that had cried, but now, the face was expressionless.

Mao Ye raised his head, tears and snot flowed down his sad face, his lips trembled, and he looked at the woman in front of him.

Mao Ye knew her, she was Wang Qing's sister, and they all called her Xiaomei.

The little sister walked over slowly and pulled Wang Qing from Mao Ye's arms, Wang Qing was far taller and heavier than her.

Mao Ye let go of his hand abruptly and let the little sister drag Wang Qing's corpse.

The little sister was afraid that such a drag would damage Wang Qing's body, so she became cautious. And just like that, the speed became very slow. Every step she took a lot of effort.

Mao Ye looked at the little sister's thin body sluggishly, and suddenly felt so sad.

He wanted to kill Wang Qing, in the past three years, he has been looking for an opportunity to kill him to take revenge, and a few times when he was about to succeed, he was given up by the pleading eyes of his little sister. Now, Wang Qing is dead, but he is not happy or relieved in his heart. What is the meaning of his life? It seems that there is no more. If his legs were still sound, if his force still existed, perhaps he would rush at those enemies like moths to fire. However, there is no if.

Mao Ye watched the little sister put Di Qing on the wheel of the car step by step, and tears flowed down again. Then, he clenched the short blade that had just killed Di Qing, aimed the tip of the knife at his chest, smiled sadly at the little sister who looked back at him blankly, and said:

"I'm sorry...... Don't blame me. ”

Then, the short blade pushes inside the body.

That knife pierced the heart.

Mao Ye fell to the ground with a smile, looking at the sunny sky, the sky, familiar faces looked at him with a smile, and said to him, old man, you are here, we are all waiting for you. It's a peaceful place...... It's a happy place, it's a blissful place......

The little sister just looked at Mao Ye who fell to the ground and convulsed. After a while, he stubbornly raised his head so that the tears would not flow again. Then, it slowly moved towards the immobile ground wool industry.

She didn't say a word, sobbed, or sigh the whole time.

Mao Ye is much thinner and lighter than Wang Qing, but she still has a hard time lifting the ground.

The white linen clothes were dyed with fresh blood, Wang Qing's, and the wool industry were mixed together. During their lifetime, they were brothers for more than 30 years, and after their deaths, all their grievances will be gone with the wind. No one should care about it anymore, and no one should care about it anymore.

A thin woman struggled to carry the bodies of two men into the car and ...... in front of the Marshal's Mansion

No one went to help, and no one spoke. In the distance, only a few people took a few glances and left in a hurry.

The woman, with the rope on the handlebar over her shoulder, grabbed the handlebar tightly with both hands, and slowly dragged her way out of the city.

The murder in front of the Marshal's Mansion was the corpse of the Marshal's Mansion guards dressed up, and the little sister just used a piece of linen cloth to cover their faces, and the clothes were still exposed to everyone's perspective.

Leaving the city from the Marshal's Mansion, you have to pass through a very lively street market.

A lot of people recognized the costume. Then silently got out of the way, no one dared to chase the woman who dragged the corpse, no one dared to say that the woman brought bad luck.

Those who want to make trouble are pulled away by those in the know.

Even the gangsters in the capital still have a sense of awe for the Shuai Mansion. Even if the commander is long gone.

Proud scholars, students even became solemn on the side of the road.

They may not know what the grievances of the two corpses lying in this simple car are, and why they died. But they knew that those who had the courage to wear the guards of the Marshal's Mansion were warriors. The woman who was thin and dared to blatantly pull the people of the Lu Shi Shuaifu was even more worthy of admiration.

The little sister is like this, she doesn't even wipe the sweat on her forehead, looks at the front firmly, and slowly pulls the car.

........................

Li Xiangru turned his gaze and stared at the wine jug in a daze.

There was a man standing beside him, his hands tucked into his sleeves. The man was about thirty years old, with a thin face and a cold expression.

Li Xiangru was stunned for a while, sighed for a long time, and said: "I've said it many times, don't be so restrained, why do you have to be so stubborn? I don't even want to sit down?"

The thin man bowed slightly, and replied respectfully: "Childe, I am just a servant of yours, and I will always be a servant of yours. There is a difference between respect and inferiority, and villains will never dare to cross it!"

Li Xiangru sighed again and said helplessly: "At the beginning, you kept calling me Engong, but I didn't let you shout because I didn't think it was necessary." Healing your mother is also a coincidence, or a chance meeting. You changed your mind, but somehow became my servant?"

The thin man was still respectful: "My mother is seriously ill, the villain is looking for famous doctors, and those mediocre talents who claim to be miracle doctors are still helpless." When the villain begged the cultivators, their heads were broken, and they still refused to be treated with medicine. ”

The man snorted again, with dissatisfaction and resentment in his voice, and said: "The so-called Taoist Buddhism, what about compassion and purifying sentient beings is just a lie. If it weren't for the son, the villain would not even be able to fulfill the filial piety of the son of man. The son is also a person close to the famous teacher, and the villain admires the teacher in his heart. It is a blessing for the villain to be able to serve under the son of the prince now!"

Li Xiangru looked at him, a little speechless.

This man is so stubborn that he doesn't listen to what he says countless times. The mother who treated him was just when he was learning art in the mountains, and he begged the blind master to let him go down the mountain to drink. Then he knelt on the ground to seek medical treatment, and Li Xiangru saw that his filial piety was commendable, so he gave him treatment. But he didn't think about it, so he waited for him there for three months, saying that he would repay the favor. After returning to the mountain, he informed the blind master of the matter, and the blind master was silent at that time, never thinking, but secretly taught him martial arts, and arranged for him to enter the capital early. The blind master is still very discerning, and he gave him a usable person early.

"Let's sit down and talk, I'm not in a good mood. Drink two drinks with me. Li Xiangru said.

The thin man hesitated for a moment, perhaps sensing his unhappiness, so he sat down and refilled Li Xiangru's cup with wine.

Li Xiangru took a sip and said, "What do you think about this?"

The thin man thought for a moment and said, "Forgivable circumstances, the sin is unforgivable!"

Li Xiangru smiled and said, "Isn't it true that loyalty and filial piety can't be both?"

The man was silent.

"Okay, don't make the atmosphere so heavy. Our lives are heavy enough, and whether they are right or wrong, they are all over today. ”

"Whether loyalty and filial piety can be both, I don't know. It's just that my mother has always taught me to have a clear conscience and owe others kindness, even if it is death. If the mother is still alive...... She'll just let me repay you first. The thin man lowered his head and muttered.

Li Xiangru held the wine glass, looked out the window with a vague face and did not speak.