"Really?" Jing Wei didn't notice these subtle changes in his body too much, he confused her with a little consciousness, and she didn't even notice how soft and gentle her voice was.

"Weiwei ......"

Li Shenheng's ten fingers clasped together with her, and his fingers crossed and clasped lightly: "Maybe in this world, apart from my parents and relatives, the only person I can trust wholeheartedly is you......"

"Hanzhang, did something happen today?"

"You told me to beware of the Pei family, I know that Pei Fangye has bad intentions, but I originally thought that Pei Qishen still had a little conscience...... In the past, he was at Hankou Pass, and he and I also had the affection of the robe, and I always thought that he might be an alternative ......."

"But what happened today made my heart tremble, slightly, you say, many people in this world, do they all live with masks, and which one is their truest appearance?"

Jing Wei couldn't help laughing, his heart was still as clear as a child after all, that is, because of this cleanliness and this pure heart, it became more and more precious and moving.

Li Shenheng, she likes, that's it, it should be like this, his blood is hot, his heart is red, he will always walk towards justice, justice, and unswervingly.

"Hanzhang, no matter what others look like, no matter how many faces others have, as long as we have a clear conscience, it is enough to be consistent."

"There are black and white in this world, there are gray areas, we protect and respect the good, and we do not give him the possibility of turning over, and it is enough to do our best to fulfill our own heart."

"I know this road is difficult to walk, but it doesn't matter, I will always be with you, Hanzhang, I will accompany you, always with you."

Jingwei hugged the man in her arms tightly, he has always been a piece of heaven above her head, a port and an eternal retreat for her heart, but at this moment, she is willing to be his heaven, his port, and his retreat.

Hanzhang, even if everyone in the world loses you, Ruan Jingwei will never fail you.

……

In the winter of that year, when the first snow fell in the imperial capital.

Pei Qishen was finally discharged from the hospital.

Jia Yan stood in the heavy snow, watching him be helped to board the car from a distance.

The ankle-length black trench coat wrapped around his thin body, and his steps were still a little weak and staggering, and two subordinates supported him left and right, and walked to the side of the car one by one.

The huge black umbrella covered most of his figure, and Jiayan's vision was blurred by the flying snow.

But his figure suddenly stopped, and at the moment when he was about to get into the car, he suddenly turned around and looked in the direction where Jia Yan was standing.

Jiayan's nasal cavity was sour, tears were almost pouring out, and from a distance of dozens of meters, Jiayan saw her eldest son standing by the car like that, looking at her.

She couldn't help but take a step forward slowly, and murmured silently: "The eldest prince ......"

Pei Qishen suddenly smiled lightly at her, and the corners of his thin lips were drawn with a faint smile, a desperate smile, and a gray smile.

There was no light in his eyes, only bottomless darkness and dead silence.

Jiayan's tears finally fell.

This is not her eldest son, her eldest son will never be like this, there is no second man in this world who is as wise and close to a demon as him, and there is no man in this world who is more strategic.

He looked at Jia Yan, as if he was about to stand as a statue to freeze the frame, the snow became thicker and thicker, and gradually molded the world into a piece of white, and she could no longer see him.

The black car struggled to move forward in the snow, and the man sitting in the back seat leaned on the seat with his eyes closed all the time.

"The ...... of the Eldest Prince"

The person beside him called in a low voice.

He seemed to be asleep, never opening his mouth or opening his eyes.

The attendant looked down at the watch on his wrist: "Three minutes to go......"

Pei Qishen still didn't say a word, time moved forward with difficulty minute by minute, and every second seemed to be as slow and dignified as if it had crossed a thousand years.

The car stopped at the intersection, the red light was flashing, and the number kept beating.

In the gray sky in the distance, suddenly a deafening loud sound sounded, and then the sky-high firelight reflected half of the sky red.

"It's done!"

The suppressed cheers of his subordinates sounded, Pei Qishen's eyelids trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes gently.

"The eldest prince, it's done, it's done......"

Yes, he is now the eldest son, Pei Qishen, who has a lot of words.

What he is plotting is the most sought-after authority in this country, and what he wants is above all people.

The flames of the explosion set off a heat wave that soared into the sky, and everyone was dumbfounded, watching Mr. President's car turn into a ball of fire, scrap metal, in the explosion.

Faintly, people seemed to hear the sound of someone screaming in the firelight, but soon, it was calm again.

Only the fierce fire, the sound of explosions one after another, brought the last trace of noise.

Almost at the same time, a battle report came from Hankou Pass.

Neighboring countries raided in the middle of the night, our army out of the enemy's spy internal response, overnight, Hankou Pass became a human Shura field, the military headquarters was blown up by the neighboring country's missiles, Gu Junchang was seriously injured and unconscious, our garrison, two companies were all wiped out, no one survived.

One of them was the company that Li Shenheng was in when he joined the army.

The news spread back to China, and the whole country was shaken.

All of a sudden, the imperial capital was full of howling and crying, and hundreds of families were vegetarian, like hell on earth.

At the same time, the most famous master of Mingda in the imperial capital, sprinkled with 10,000 characters and took the lead in impeaching Qin Zhao and stepping down.

Beginning with him, documents impeaching the president spread like snowflakes throughout the imperial capital.

Qin Zhao was not killed or injured in that bombing attack, but when he saw Mingda's inscription, he burst out a mouthful of blood.

These days, Song Zhenci has lost a lot of weight, his eye sockets are blue-black, and even his long black hair has a few silver threads on his sideburns.

Qin Zhao vomited blood here, Song Zhenci almost fainted under the pain, and was about to call someone immediately, but Qin Zhao grabbed her hand alive: "Pillow Ci, don't alarm them, don't let them worry about it anymore......"

All this seems to have returned to 20 years ago, it is also such turmoil, it is also such a slaughter, that turmoil killed more than 100,000 people, and how many innocent people have become unjustly killed?

Could it really be as Mingda said, that it was because he was unkind as a president that God would punish him like this?

"Wenxian, your body is already bad, you can't be angry like this anymore...... There is Hanzhang outside, there is a sister and brother-in-law, and there is Sun Lao, you should recuperate first......"

Qin Zhao shook his head slowly and clenched Song Zhenci's hand: "Pillow Ci, I have a decision in my heart, since the last time I made trouble with that mother and son, this decision has been in my heart......"