San Lang handed it to Da Lang, "Big brother, look ......"

On the silkworm cocoon paper, the small characters of the fly's head are dense, the handwriting is handsome and clear, Da Lang's eyes fell on the six characters at the end of the "Du Zi Zheng Ji Shou", the corners of his eyes suddenly jumped a few times, and he reached out to take a closer look, which described how Liu Yuan summoned Xiao Yu into the palace in the name of his birthday, how to poison Xiao Yu with violet juice and how the eldest prince Zhao Yao returned to the court. Due to space limitations, Du Zizheng writes about recent events.

The heads of the three brothers were put together, and they watched it by the firelight, and there was no sound for a long time.

The fire in the courtyard gradually weakened, and a small piece of bamboo pole buried in the ashes suddenly rekindled, making a crackling sound, calling back the souls of the three of them.

This should have been written by Du Zizheng before he came here, just waiting for an opportunity to hand it over to them. As soon as Da Lang Fu heard the bad news of Xiao Yu's death, when he pulled with Yougen, Du Zizheng took advantage of the chaos to put it in San Lang's sleeve pocket.

If you can get the respect of your father, you will not be such a lonely and virtuous person. Da Lang sighed: "Du Zizheng's heart is towards us. ”

Erlang disagreed, and took a sip fiercely, "Big brother, we can't easily believe him with this word." What if he was specially sent by the Third Emperor Uncle to test it? ”

"What the second brother said is very true." San Lang grabbed the cocoon paper in Da Lang's hand, threw it in the fire, and was licked by the tongue of fire in a moment, leaving no trace.

"It's a curse to keep this thing! It's burned for a hundred! Jiro was very appreciative of Saburo's approach.

Burn it, burn it. As long as Da Lang reads it once, he can get a copy of the silent book exactly right.

The three brothers had their own hearts and minds, and fell silent again.

Erlang and San Lang were stubborn, thinking that Du Zi was living up to his father's kindness, and this trip was to be a spy for Zhao Xu.

Da Lang was convinced that Du Zizheng was not a temptation or a coaxing, but a sincere desire to establish contact with them. But why didn't Du Zizheng explain it to them face to face, but acted so sneakily and so roundaboutly? After thinking about it, Da Lang thought that maybe it was because of the presence of roots.

On the surface, it seems that Du Zi is the inner servant, and there is a root of the Yellow Gate, but there is a root who was ordered by Emperor Zhao Xu to deliver the news of Xiaoyu's death. And Du Zizheng may not have really gained Zhao Xu's trust......

Da Lang went through Du Zizheng's performance in his mind, and in an instant, he suddenly became enlightened.

"Do you still remember, Du Zizheng knows kung fu?"

Du Zizheng was born in a poor family, but he is a rare all-round talent in civil and military affairs. It is said that when he was a child, a Taoist master taught him martial arts for three years. This is also an adventure for him. This is still what he drank with Zhao Chang and drank a few more drinks as a joke.

However, Du Zizheng never revealed his true skills in front of others. He always said that he had learned archery and knew a little bit about boxing and kicking. If he asks again, he will make a haha and bypass the conversation. After a long time, people only think that Du Zizheng is talking drunk and talking big, and no one really thinks that he knows kung fu.

However, others don't know, but Zhao Chang knows best. Du Zi is flying on the wall, and the iron palm is not a problem. is also because Du Zizheng deliberately hides it, Zhao Changren also helped him hide it from his predecessors and never broke it.

Da Lang practiced with his father when he was a child, and saw Du Zizheng single-handedly gravel in the school field. At that time, Da Lang simply worshipped Du Zizheng as a god. Du Zizheng also promised that if Da Lang wanted to learn, he would give all his stunts to Da Lang.

It's a pity that before Du Zizheng fulfilled his promise, his father was gone. The old people in the prince's mansion scattered everywhere and had no chance to see each other again.

Today, I saw Du Zizheng, and all kinds of things about the sun lingered in Dalang's mind and lingered.

Erlang Saburo was taken aback by Da Lang's sudden question, and the two were stunned for a moment, then nodded at the same time, "Hmm! He's going to work hard, okay

Like a master. Erlang recalled the glorious scene of the prince's mansion full of friends and gathered together in the old days, and couldn't help sighing.

"However, Du Zizheng didn't show half a point in front of Yougen, and deliberately made a delicate and powerless appearance, why is this?" Da Lang looked at Erlang, and then looked at San Lang.

Clumsy? Or is there a root that he doesn't know very well? It is more likely that Du Zizheng is not Zhao Xu's cronies. Then, he has no reason to spy for Zhao Xu. Or as Da Lang said, Du Zizheng's heart is towards them.

Erlang and Saburo hung their heads and were silent. Although the answer is imminent, they don't want to believe it.

"Du Zizheng and Yougen are not on the same road. Yougen is the person of the Third Emperor Uncle, maybe he is to send him to monitor whether Du Zizheng is doing a good job? Da Lang said conclusively. He was convinced of this, and perhaps it should be said that he was convinced of his father's use of people.

's father can be martyred by Cui Langjun, and Du Zizheng can also enter the palace for his father.

Erlang and Sangu are suspicious.

San Lang didn't care about Du Zizheng, he only knew that he, they would lose the little fool forever.

"Big brother, no matter what, it's an indisputable fact that the little fool is dead. We...... We ......" Saburo choked up as he spoke.

He wanted to say, "As brothers, we should avenge the little fool." We will fight back to Kyoto, we will regain the throne, we are the rightful monarchs of Southern Qi......" However, all of this should be done, at this moment, it is revealed that they are rebellious ministers and thieves.

Now, Zhao Xu, who is sitting on the dragon chair, will not give them any chance to turn over.

The rest of Saburo's words turned into choked voices. As the eldest brother, how can he not know the thoughts of the younger brother?

Da Lang stretched out his hand and grabbed San Lang's shoulder, took him into his arms, and blamed himself, "It's my uselessness as a big brother, it's my uselessness!" ”

Erlang buried his head in the crook of Dalang's arm, just like when he was a child, "Big brother, don't say that!" It's not your fault, it's all your grandfather's fault, if he hadn't been deceived by the Third Emperor Uncle, he wouldn't have ordered the Beidou Army to stay where he was and wait for reinforcements. The Beidou Army is the elite, and if it loses the elite, no matter how good his father and General Qu are at arranging troops, the peasants against Zhou Qu's elite soldiers are tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. Is there any reason to be invincible? The voice was muffled, sometimes clear, sometimes indistinct, and in the end, there was no crying.

"If it weren't for what Xiaoyu saw with his own eyes and heard with his own ears, we would all be kept in the dark for the rest of our lives!" San Lang snuggled in Da Lang's arms, "Big brother, the little fool is gone, my heart hurts, it really hurts." Tears rolled down silently, "When Xiaoyu was broken by Huiyan's arm, her mother hinged off three thousand troubles, and the two of them went to Jinghua Nunnery and depended on each other. My heart hurts, too, but it doesn't hurt as much as it hurts today.

We are separated from them and cannot see each other. But as long as they are alive in the world, I have hopes and hopes. Now, half of my hopes and hopes have been annihilated by the wind, half of them have turned into lingering resentment, into fierce killing intent, and into another strange and ugly Zhao Min who is still alive in the world. Big brother, I'm very bitter and tired.

My heart hurts, it hurts......"

San Lang said that he had hidden his heart for a long time and had never confided in him.

After speaking, San Lang couldn't cry. Da Lang and Erlang also burst into tears.

Since arriving in Fengshan Village, San Lang has never complained of hardship or tiredness. He tried his best to do everything he could, and not to add half a bit of trouble to his brothers. He used to be the younger brother of his father and brother, and he never knew what Zhao Min was.

At this moment, he said, his heart hurts.

The three brothers, on Chinese New Year's Eve, hugged their heads and cried in front of Tingliao.

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