Jingmo was stunned by the question, and replied truthfully: "Mr. misunderstood." Some small explosions are just small movements and reactions that occasionally occur when researching drugs. Thirteen sometimes speaks endlessly, please don't be surprised. ”

Hua Thirteen pursed his lips and looked at Jingmo with a smile, but he secretly wondered in his heart about Guang Ziyu's strong reaction to the explosives and his question.

Guang Ziyu listened to Jingmo's explanation, suddenly softened his face, smiled a little stupidly, and asked Xiang Hua Thirteen as if he remembered something: "By the way, how do you know, my real surname is Zhou?" ”

"Listen to Master." Painting 13 remembered that in his early years, he had seen Jiang Li sit and talk among literati a few times, and his wanton romance was really comparable to that of the Wei and Jin dynasties.

"Who is your master? Could it be a peer of Guangling Academy? Guang Ziyu suddenly became interested, and looked at the painting thirteen with antiquity.

Jingmo also looked at Hua Thirteen quite nervously, although she knew that with his eloquence and eagerness, she would definitely prevaricate in a way that made sense, but she still couldn't help but worry about him. But then Hua Thirteen's answer couldn't help but surprise Jingmo, and when she mentioned it in her heart, she heard him reply bluntly:

"Jiang Li."

Guang Ziyu looked at Hua Thirteen dumbfounded for a while, and then, he stood up from the chair again, walked in front of Hua Thirteen with the support of Alia, arched his hand upright, and bowed deeply: "It turned out to be Brother Jiang's high apprentice, no wonder he has good knowledge." ”

Hua Thirteen hurriedly helped Guang Ziyu: "In my early years, I often heard Master talk about Mr. 's deeds, if it weren't for Master and his reluctance to participate in any party, he would definitely have become a part of Guangling Academy at that time." ”

"Partisanship." Guang Ziyu sighed faintly, "The original 'Guangling Academy' evolved into the final 'Guangling Party', which is not what I wanted, but unfortunately I was not as far-sighted as Brother Jiang, and I couldn't see this earlier, he once reminded me that I was bent on going my own way, and I always thought that it was not easy for a group of Confucian scholars to gather into a tower, and as a result, everyone's original intention was ruined." ”

"The original intention is in the heart, not the result." Painting Thirteen looked at Guang Ziyu's eyes and said word by word.

Guang Ziyu stood still in a daze, and after a long time, he brushed his sleeves gloomily: "It's all over." When I woke up, this life belonged to Aria, and the rest of the world was just a matter of time. ”

Hiroko Yu and Alia looked at each other, and there was infinite love for each other in their intertwined eyes, as well as a determination that could not be shifted. At this time, there was a noisy sound outside the house, but a relieved smile appeared on Alia's lips: "Husband, they are finally here." ”

Painting 13 heard a noisy and noisy voice, and he couldn't do without the sentence "The well tower is open". He understood that it was the militia guards of the Chief's Mansion who went back to report to all the villagers as soon as they saw that the contract was signed, and that Alia would no longer serve her without the bargaining chips of the Well Tower, and that there would be no one to work for her in the past three years.

"No!" Suddenly, Isha and everyone yelled hoarsely, because they saw Arya take out the short knife she was carrying, and plunged it into her heart impartially, and the blood gushing out suddenly sprayed on Hirokoyu's face and body.

Hua Thirteen saw a buzzing in his head, but after the moment of being on the cliff and Jingmo, the sickness was no longer as serious as before. Jingmo tightly grasped the palm of Hua Thirteen, took out a small medicine bottle from his blanket and handed it to Hua Thirteen: "Coca-Cola that cured you of blood sickness." ”

Hua Thirteen barely held his mind and looked at Jingmo's eyes: "No need, the heart disease has been relieved a lot on the cliff." ”

They watched the always strong Arya fall on Guang Ziyu's shoulders like a weak willow at the moment, Isha beat her chest hoarsely, and she shook Alia's arm desperately: "Sister, sister!" You don't want to die, you don't want to die! You're Isa's own sister! Don't leave Isha! ”

Jingmo knew that this precise knife to the heart was powerless, and she couldn't help but shed two lines of tears from the corners of her eyes. In the blink of an eye, she realized something, and was about to stop Guang Ziyu, who had been silent, but it was too late.

Guang Ziyu pulled out the knife from Alia's heart and stabbed it into his chest quickly, and suddenly the deep embrace of the two turned into a blurry red blood.

"No!!" Isha was weeping, crying out in grief that she was almost out of shape. Chang Ling on the side also heard the sorrow in his heart, and he silently held Isa's thin shoulders, feeling her uncontrollable trembling.

Painting Thirteen Qiang held back the dizziness churning in his mind, slowly propped himself up in front of the blood-colored couple, and choked up: "Mr. Ziyu, the leader of Alia... You guys... You don't have to be like this......"

Alia was short of breath and her eyes were dilated: "In the past three years, I have taken advantage of the greed of the clansmen to suppress themselves, and now, it is all because of their hatred of me that they have gathered them together...... I beg you, don't let the villagers know the truth about the well tower until the gum fruit is planted......"

Everyone nodded, and Thirteen saw Arya raise her hand and reach out to Isha and hand her a bunch of keys: "Dead girl, I really haven't heard enough of you calling me 'sister'... Sister, I'm sorry for you... Father's Chief's Mansion will be handed over to you from now on...... Sister, I'm sorry ......"

"Sister! Sister! Isha prostrate on Aria's knees, nodded with tears in her eyes, "I don't blame you, you don't want to leave me... Don't leave me alone......"

Guangzi Yu looked at the thirteenth painting with a dying breath: "When your master died, I was not in the capital, otherwise... I'll definitely find a way to stop ......"

Painting Thirteen's heart was pulled up for a long time, and he smiled bitterly: "Mr. Ziyu's mind Master must know, but the traitor is a troublemaker, and Mr. is an outsider, so it is inevitable that he will be powerless." ”

Guang Ziyu's breathing became weaker and weaker: "Since the moment the 'Guangling Academy' was designated as the 'Guangling Party' by the imperial court, no one has been an outsider, including your master's ......"

"What do you mean, sir?" Painting Thirteen was suddenly startled, and he didn't know what he meant.

"Let him go... If you die with your beloved wife, who can you ask me to return to? Guang Ziyu took his last breath and looked at Alia in his arms with a smile, and then looked at the painting thirteen with full attention, "Bury me at the bottom of Leigong Gorge, watch the mountains and rivers on both sides, bury me naked, and return the joy of the rest of my life." ”

After speaking, Guang Ziyu and Alia broke off together, but the arms of the two of them hugged each other deeply forever and were inseparable.

Jingmo couldn't hide his sadness, and he fell on the shoulder of the painting thirteen and sobbed silently. And Chang Ling firmly held Isha, who was slamming her fist to the ground like a mad lion, until she fell into Chang Ling's arms from exhaustion.

After a while, I heard the noisy footsteps of the villagers getting closer, and the anger and resentment rose higher than the other:

"God has finally opened his eyes!" "When we drink water, the first thing we do is to peel off the skin of this female demon!" "We have survived under her for three years, and it is finally over!" "I wish I could hang her body on the castle tower, so that her bones will be gone!" "Yes!" "Me too, me too!"

As he listened, his chest rose and fell, and his palms tightened tighter and tighter. Jingmo looked at the reddened eyes of the painting thirteen and the anger that did not provoke, she easily opened the clenched fist of the thirteen, and glanced deeply at Alia, the thirteen nodded silently, swallowed his throat, closed his eyes again, and listened to the boiling of the people's grievances gradually approaching.

Suddenly, the chief's mansion became silent and silent. A group of dark figures gathered under the lobby, looking at the strange scene in the room, they saw that the man who had been dead for three years had died again, and the woman who had done evil for three years was no longer alive, and after a moment of silence, the pot exploded with a chatter.

"Good death!" "Let's do it!" "There's water to drink!" "This is the real God's eye-opening!"

When the villagers cheered in front of the two dead bodies whose bones were not cold, they suddenly saw a well-dressed Han son standing up above the lobby. He was dressed in a moon-white robe stained with deep and shallow blood, his expression was handsome, his eyes were burning, and he helped Isha to walk towards everyone step by step.

"I know him! He was the one who had just asked the woman to sign the contract to open the well tower. A militiaman-like man shouted in the crowd pointing to the painting thirteen, and everyone rushed forward to thank them in a hurry.

"You don't have to thank me. Alia led her," said Drawing Thirteen, pausing as if her tongue had been knotted, "she knew she was guilty, and she ransomed for her life." The new leader, Isha, has now returned the Well Tower to everyone. ”

Painting Thirteen took a half-step back, placing the small and delicate Isha at the center of everyone's attention. First, the two brothers shouted at the top of their voices: "We are willing to follow the leader of Isa!" ”

Immediately afterwards, the sound of Ying Harmony sounded from all directions, wave after wave: "We are willing to follow the leader of Isha!" ”

Isha cried so much that her eyes were already high and swollen into apricot pits, and she glanced at Jingmo weakly, and Jingmo nodded at her expectantly.

Isha held up a bunch of keys that Alia had given her, and confessed according to her sister's last wishes: "The well tower is temporarily closed, but I will definitely allocate enough water to everyone." During this time, we will first tidy up the farmland, and when the land is restored, I promise to open the well tower immediately. ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then an unconvinced voice sounded: "Isa, don't learn from your sister!" What do you know at such a young age? What else do you say about arable land, where is there still arable land that can be used? Restoring the land? Scold! Is the desert an oasis? What a dream! ”

When everyone heard this, their hearts immediately floated, and they nodded and discussed: "Yes, yes." "Why is it so difficult to open the well tower?" "I thought that changing the leader could change the sky, but I didn't expect that I would also focus on the water source at a young age!"

"Shut up!"

With a loud shout, a bright sword light slashed in the air, flashing everyone's eyes. Chang Ling's sword aura is compelling, and the tricks are windy, and the villagers recognize that this black-clothed young man is the one who knocked everyone to the ground with one palm when they grabbed water, and they were all frightened and stunned in place, you look at me, I see that you don't dare to speak easily.

For the first time, Hua Thirteen saw Chang Ling angry in public, and he couldn't help but be taken aback. Jingmo walked to Isha's side and explained in detail to everyone the wonderful use of the gum fruit, and clarified that the fact that the well tower was not open did not mean that everyone did not have enough water to use.

After Jing Mo whispered a few words in Isa's ear, Isa nodded, took a deep breath, and then gave orders: "Yi Dan and Yi Ge obey the order, select ten strong men to guard the water well tower, and distribute ten buckets of water to each household every month." If there is not enough people, let him come to see me, I will increase or decrease at my discretion, and if there is anyone who takes water privately, Isha will definitely let his body hang on the stone wall of Storm Town! ”