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Ming Jin seemed to have just come back to her senses, her eyes were a little dazed, but the wisp of spirit returned, it was like ice and snow condensing, turning into a cool ice mirror, and she could see the cold world from her eyes.

This sky is full of wind and snow, and the green silk is like white hair.

But she didn't look back, didn't look at anyone, just paced over before the guard came, to where Fei Wudao had stood before.

The plum tree, crimson and fragrant, with white branches, and the hanging straw hat was dyed with snow again, and she raised her hand.

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It emerges from the hanging sleeves, its right hand slender and pale, and its left hand slender and paler, but blood-red and blurred.

There is no calm restraint, but when no one can see it, the hosta under the sleeve is piercing.

She pulled out the hosta that pierced the back of her hand, a jade-like hosta of mutton fat, with a bit of green and blue, simple in form, breaking out of the flesh and blood, like all life at the beginning of birth or death, which means bitter pain.

Her expression was indifferent, and then her arms were raised lightly, her back to everyone, one hand pulled the green silk back, and the other hand inserted the bloody hosta.

Maybe it's too painful, she has been pampered since she was a child, and she can't restrain the slight tremor of her palms.

She trembled and perfected the reserved and elegant etiquette of the noble lady of the family.

It was too deep, too deep, everything she had from this family, that she had to interpret it in flesh and blood.

The blood hole in the palm was still bleeding red, and when the sleeve slipped down to the arm, the blood went down along the slight line of the skin and flesh on the back of the hand, and went down, like the most poisonous and lingering red snake in the world, along the arm with a texture like jade porcelain, flowing into the sleeve and seeping into the clothes, but it would never return to her flesh and bones.

Style, graceful, red and white.

Shocking.

Then she picked up the little hat, and her slender fingers gently rubbed the needle and thread inside, but her left hand trembled, and gently patted the snowflakes on it.

It was like a ritual.

It was as if there was a sense of déjà vu, as if someone was overlapping her.

Back then, was there a woman who abandoned the sword and entered the red dust, and then cut her flesh and bones from the red dust, broke away from the red dust, and put on her old clothes, and held the sword that had never left her body, put on a hat, and came out in the rain....

Resolutely.

But it's different, that person was already red and withered back then, right now, this young woman is gentle, she doesn't have the chic and cold bearing of a swordsman, she is lingering, obscure, and has boundless affection.

She could never die in a fight like her mother.

"Shaozong, please come back."

Bi Shiyi had already arrived at his side, bowing his head and bowing down, not daring to look, but he still saw a little red blood on the ground.

His eyes were a little stinging, like the days when he was a child and couldn't be sweetened even if he ate sugar.

But he also suddenly realized that a dead slave like himself could still eat sugar when he was in pain, but no matter how painful his little master had been all these years, he had no sugar to eat.

Ming Jin didn't move, Xie Yuan's eyebrows sank into the abyss and strode over.

Two steps ꓹ one step ....

Knort!!

Ming Jin leaned sideways and drew his sword from the waist of Bi Shiyi beside him.

The sword passed through the wind and snow, and then in an arc, the blade of the sword went straight to Xie Yuan's chest.

Not half an inch away, it pierced the robe without any distance.

Because of the suddenness of her movements, the cloak she was wearing was untied and fell from her thin shoulders, stained with snow, and covered the blood on the ground.

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Bi Shiyi never expected that he would be snatched the sword by Ming Jin, and after returning to his senses, he looked shocked, but he didn't dare to take it back, so he could only kneel on the ground.

This incident alarmed everyone.

The secret guards were extremely nervous and didn't know what to do, only Bi Er gestured with a calm face.

Jun Shang, Chu Lu and others were naturally shocked.

The woman surnamed Pear glanced at Chu Lanai.

Murder and heart.

The Xie family was really punished tonight.

And maybe kill people.

Did father and daughter kill each other?

Unexpectedly, Xie Ming endured the whole process, but he didn't endure it to the end after all.

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Xie Yuan stood there, his tall figure allowing him to look down at his daughter slightly, and saw her holding a sword in her left hand and a shabby straw chicken hat in her right hand.

The hand of the crippled, but she was willing to hold the sword, not because she was not murderous to him, but because it was bloody, she did not want her blood to stain the hat.

You see, this is father and daughter, he can see through all her love and hate at a glance, including....

"Why, I said before that I only needed to investigate, but now, you believe in those two people and want to kill your father?"

Xie Yuan is as thin as the old, and his deep voice is like an abyss.

Ming Jin said with another kind of coolness, saying: "When the wind and rain come, the birds will fly into the forest, and you need to be cautious in your words and deeds before you can take care of the overall situation." Isn't that what your grandfather taught me from childhood? ”

So she tried her best tonight to persuade the comers, but she didn't want to.... After all, there was a lot of laughter, and the grievances were in the bones.

She lowered her eyes, her voice was elegant, with a little confusion, "I still remember that you also taught that since ancient times, love and hate have been private matters, and feelings and injuries are up to oneself, and others are not destroyed." ”

Xie Yuan was indifferent: "You didn't listen to all the things you taught." ”

Ming Jin looked at him, his wrist turned slightly, and the blade of the sword turned slightly, stabbing his clothes, "Probably because people love to listen to lies, and they are all deceived because of this, especially women." ”

A pun, Xie Yuan's face changed slightly, but he smiled, "You don't have to be so ridiculous to me, it is not tonight that you hate me, let alone four years ago, I am afraid that you are very young..... Maybe since you were eight years old, since your mother didn't return, you've started to hate me. ”

Lin and the others who were listening in the courtyard next door were shocked.

Ming Jin pursed his lips, and Xie Yuan continued: "Everyone says that the Xie family has been a scheming person since the founding of the country for three hundred years, and the ancestral backbone, you were enlightened at the age of three, knew etiquette at the age of five, was familiar with the hundred books at the age of seven, and was already sharp when you were eight years old, and became suspicious when you saw me killing in the mansion, so you never asked me where your mother went, but it was just because I was afraid that I would notice and hibernated." After that, you have been secretly investigating for many years, and four years ago, you asked: Why are you and my father and daughter so tempted and scheming? I'm afraid there is no father and daughter like us in this world. ”

"You, keep doubting and constantly probing, you are suspecting that I killed your mother."

"From ten years ago, to now, you have finally found the answer, so you can't bear it anymore, is it the Xie family's peace that you have always wanted, or the pressure of the court, it is not enough for you to be the Xie family's Xie Mingjin anymore?"

He sank to the bottom every word, and every word was obscure, which also broke her biggest pain over the years.

Is there such a father and daughter in this world?

But it must be father and daughter, otherwise how would he know her biggest weakness, but attack and persecute with it.

"You asked me if I wanted to be the Xie family's Xie Mingjin again? Then I ask you, those family letters she wrote... Where did the 3,000 letters go, and are they in your hands? ”

Xie Yuan was silent.

Ming Jin took a deep breath and asked again: "People who practice martial arts, calligraphy is different, every word contains internal strength, even the world's top fake inscription people can't make her handwriting, and the letter sent to Butterfly Love Flower must be from her pen.... It was made by you using her family letter to dismantle and paste it! That's how you can fool them, isn't it? ”

Xie Yuan was still silent.