"How?"

"How? How dare you say it! How many variables will you bring to Dajiangguo? No one knows whether the emperor left anything deadly. ”

It turns out that she is just one more thing in your hearts.

Mu Yuan's heart kept sinking, but he didn't want to say more, he only took a deep breath, "Whatever you want, whatever you want." Whatever she wants to do, I'll find a way to stop it. ”

There was deep exhaustion in his eyes, but the tone of his words was extremely tough, "But her life, I must protect it." ”

"You! I don't know what to do! What's the point of being so obsessed? She's not very beautiful, why do you take her to heart! Mu Dingzhi was furious, and his white beard flew up, looking a little hideous.

Once upon a time in the army, he was so angry that even the enemy army trembled.

But his son, the only son he had seen, was calm and unflinching.

That temper is so hard, like a cold mountain screen on the border.

"Do you understand, even if the emperor is still there, even if she likes you, you can't still be the master!" Mu Dingzhi changed his tone, a little bitter, "The Hou Mansion of Anbei is counting on you, and my mantle will also be passed on to you, the entire Mu family depends on you, you know that I will not let you be a rich idler!" If you don't get anything done, it's enough for our Mu family to come up with one! ”

The literary style of the Great River Dynasty was prosperous, and the power of the Wenchen was also great, which affected the aesthetics of the whole country.

The literati liked women to be slender and weak, and to have a docile personality.

But Zhao Ping'an is a perennial athlete and loves horseback riding, so he is fit and slender, and his personality is flamboyant and lively. So in the traditional sense, it's really not beautiful.

"Anyway, anything." Mu Yuan's voice was faint, still so calm.

But in the tone, there is still a stream that cannot be questioned, "It's the same, no one can touch her life." Am I clear enough? Who can't-no-can! ”

"Unfilial son! For the sake of a woman, do you even care about your ancestors, your family and the country? "Mu Dingzhi exploded again.

But what about it?

Even if he is a father, even if he also rolls over in the sea of corpses and blood, even if he is ruthless in general iron and blood, Mu Dingzhi is only angry, but he is helpless.

He knew how proud this son was of him, but he also knew how much this son was so good at talking.

Whatever is said, it must be done, like a fierce horse on the battlefield that cannot be tamed.

In a fit of rage, he could only stab him with what his son cared about the most, "What's so good about that girl in the palace?" Let you be silent from childhood to adulthood. Even if she thinks about your brother, doesn't it matter to you?! ”

Mu Yuan pursed his lips.

There was a moment of silence, as if the air had frozen.

"Saburo is coming back?" But soon, he spoke again, his expression unmoving, "It just so happens that I have something to ask him." After saying that, he bowed to his father and left.

The back, breath, and footsteps have not changed.

Mu Dingzhi opened his mouth, completely speechless.

Was the grave of his old Mu family cursed? Why is this happening to his sons.

The eldest son committed suicide and died, and he could only lie to the outside world that he had died violently.

The second son is good, has a resolute personality, is brave and witty on the battlefield, and is simply a natural general.

But when I was a child, I looked fine, but when I grew up, I don't know why I became a gourd with a saw-mouthed mouth, and I couldn't see him say a few words all day long. In the past few years, it has been majestic and prosperous, and it has brought evil qi at a young age, and it can cold people out of the country on a hot day.

No one can guess or see Yuan'er's thoughts.

Only he knows that the eldest princess of peace is his mind.

What about the young son? It's just a disobedient son, except for his appearance, he has nothing to offer, if only he hadn't given birth to this bastard back then.

Fortunately, he can still be a little master in this court, as long as the eldest princess of peace does not become a stumbling block.

However, today he has reached the bottom of Yuan'er.

At least Zhao Ping'an can't die directly in his hands, so that Yuan'er won't turn his face with him.

He can be counted on as such a son, but he doesn't want to be separated from father and son. What's more, it's still for an insignificant woman.

Mu Dingzhi thought about it, sighed, and angrily slammed the long knife on the ground.

The excellent blade of the steel mouth slammed straight into the blue brick floor, trembling non-stop.

And in the Yulin Curie that he couldn't see, Mu Yuan was sitting steadily, and it wasn't until even the personal guard was scolded that he pressed his left chest with his right hand, revealing a painful look.

Heian likes Saburo?!

No wonder she has never been pretentious to herself, and she seems to be a little afraid.

However, it's no wonder that she likes Saburo. All over Tokyo City, there are very few girls who don't like Saburo, right? He's just a martial artist, and he doesn't please people.

In fact, he had doubts before, but he didn't want to believe it, until his father said it so clearly.

It was like a hard wound, like a knife slashing straight at him, breaking his flesh and skin, breaking his meridians, and hurting straight to the bone marrow.

At this time, my heart seems to have a thorn in my heart, but I can't pull it out, and it will be bloody when I touch it.

That's not as good as ...... Just leave it at that.

Quietly put her in his heart for so many years, and he couldn't take it off raw, so no matter what, he wanted her to live well.

Or, live a little happier.

Thinking about it, he stood up, pressed the mechanism, opened the dark compartment on the wall, and took out the old-looking woman's makeup box. Open, staring deeply at what was inside, frowning more and more.

Things have been getting weirder and weirder lately, and on the day the emperor died, he had a strange dream.

In the dream, there was blood everywhere, and everywhere was a scorching red.

Ping An stood in the midst of that blood-red, crying and crying to him.

Tears flowed, but there was no sound.

How sad she had to be to be like that!

Even in a dream, he was so painful that his heart was like a knife, and he woke up in such pain.

However, the scene in the dream is very clear and real, and it lingers.

When I woke up, the contents of the box were inexplicably only half left.

He was sure that no one had touched the box, so he couldn't guess what it was.

He only felt that what had happened between him and Ping'an, but there was no trace of it. He had to use a stupid method to check all the news related to her, and it turned out that someone really wanted to assassinate her, twice!

At the time, he was heartbroken because she was far away from Tokyo and was with Saburo.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to save her!

However, just as he was about to rush to Xijing, he met her on the royal street.

God is pitiful, the emperor blessed, she seems to have inadvertently avoided the first move, and he can only stop the second time.

However, how could the relics left to him by his mother change? Does it have anything to do with his dreams?

Why did many things feel familiar to him, but they were completely different?

Did he fall into some terrible nightmare, never wake up, or was it all over that bloody place?

"Peace...... Ping'an ......" couldn't help it, he muttered out the name, the title.