As soon as he glanced back at the dark and gloomy Hou Mansion, he suddenly sneered: "It's not a monolith, there are also people with different intentions in it." ”

When Fang was talking to Fang Qingchen in the garden, Di Yi stopped a few steps after walking into the garden gate, and when he was talking, he had always deliberately stood far away from Fang Qingchen.

Fang Qingchen sat on the ground, if he was close, he would not be able to stand, and he would have to kneel down to be "at the same height" as him. After all, he has a request for others. However, as a killer, he instinctively refused to adopt such a posture that was not suitable for escape and battle in front of Fang Qingchen, a dangerous person.

Because he was close, because his ears and eyes were sensitive, he noticed the person who was quietly approaching outside the garden gate. He deliberately pretended to be excited several times to raise his voice, just to cover up for that person. Fang Qingchen was half drunk and far away, with his help to cover up, that person would not be discovered.

No matter who that person is, since he has such a behavior, the other party Qingchen should have bad intentions. Just rely on Fang Qingchen to blame Ah Han, and he refused to help, all the people who wanted to fight Fang Qingchen's idea, Di Yi felt pleasing to the eye, since he was not harmed, why not help him.

He even deliberately mentioned Fang Qingchen's big lie, taking the opportunity to let that person know that Fang Qingchen's so-called past was all fake. If that person wants to plot against Fang Qingchen and know this secret, it will always be useful. This time by chance, he pushed the boat down the river, and in the future, it may not be impossible to cause a lot of trouble to Fang Qingchen and the Marquis Mansion in this huge town......

Di San naturally didn't know this, and said impatiently: "You care so much." Let's go! ”

Di Yi snorted and didn't explain. It's with Di San. Quietly escaped into the depths of the night.

――――――――――――――――――――

Zhao Wangchen retreated back to the depths of the room, shrunk into the bed, and slowly hugged his whole body. He buried his head in his lap and chattered his teeth, trying not to shake too much.

The river and the sea were turned in his chest, and thousands of whistling voices only wanted to converge into a painful shout: "Big brother! ”

However, he couldn't shout. He can't shout.

Eldest brother......

You died unjustly!

That seemingly loyal and righteous person turned out to be so cruel and dirty! He toyed with everyone in the palm of his hand. All this turned out to be his plan, and he calculated. Eldest brother...... Then what is your death?

His brave, honest, straightforward and hearty eldest brother is nothing to die.

In the dark, Zhao Wangchen raised his head, and there were no tears in his eyes.

Two years of fugitive, displacement. He'd seen too much of the struggle. Smelled too much blood and corpses. He no longer shed tears.

His last wail and weeping begged him.

In the mountains and forests, he once knelt on the ground and wept bitterly. Plead with him.

Ask him to save this land, these civilians. this country.

Zhao Wangchen closed his eyes.

He is not the only one who worships him as a god and sees him as a savior.

If he hadn't had doubts about that person, if he hadn't snooped on it intentionally or unintentionally. If it weren't for the fact that day, he risked his life to listen to the conversation between Qin Xufei and Fang Qingchen, then he would be like the people of the world, only know how to worship him, look up to him, and never know the truth.

Zhao Wangchen was covered in cold sweat, clenching his teeth in the dark, clenching so tightly that he had already tasted the bloody smell of blood oozing from his teeth in his mouth.

If he doesn't know anything, he will be like his eldest brother, forever and ever, respecting him as a celestial man, treating him as a benevolent father, and willingly dying for him.

It's a pity that he knows everything.

The boy sneered in the depths of the darkness.

Tonight, he finally ...... Everything is known.

He slowly brushed off the sleeve of his left hand, slowly pulled a short knife from the shaft of his boot, and slashed accurately in the dark, the pain in his arm clear enough that he was sure he would never forget it.

On his left arm, there were already four or five such scars, some of which had grown pink flesh, and some of which had just scabbed.

These days, he can only force himself to calm down with the help of the pain of the cold blade cutting through his skin again and again in the middle of the night. The scar on his arm was a constant reminder of the terrible truth, of how mad that person was.

All hatred must be buried in the heart, millions, remember to smile at him, remember to be obedient and respectful, remember to be deferential to him, remember to care for him as always, be loyal as always. He had to wait. Wait for a chance to get justice.

He had to monitor Fang Qingchen even more.

Since these days, although Fang Qingchen has been lazy and inactive, his connection with the south has become tighter day by day. The secret letter received several times, no matter how carefully he spied on it, he couldn't know the truth. And today, the words of that person in the Demon Sect shocked and terrified him again.

Yan Guo Rongqian, Zhao Guo Feng Jinjie, and the former Demon Sect Master, what is their special relationship with Fang Qingchen? In the meantime, what kind of earth-shattering conspiracy is hidden, could it be that Fang Qingchen is playing with his hands, not only the Chu State, but also the entire world?

He tried hard to recall every conversation he had overheard outside the garden just now, analyzing and thinking over and over again, but he had to admit that there were many things that those two people had said, and he couldn't understand them at all.

At the moment, he has too few facts. However, it doesn't matter. He has plenty of patience.

Zhao Wangchen groped on the bed in the dark, and slowly found a few books under the pillow.

He didn't light a candle to read, and the words and drawings in the book were actually very familiar to him, and he could already memorize them backwards.

He gripped the book hard with his left arm, and his fist turned white, and the old and new wounds on his arm burst together.

Zhao Wangchen gently licked the hot blood flowing down his arm.

square

I will work hard to learn everything you have taught me. I will be strong and will never let you down again.

I will be your most obedient, obedient, considerate and filial apprentice.

Although you have made me with all your heart, I will never be the one else you want me to be. When you need it. Will willingly give up his life for you to play with.

―

I'm not my brother.

Fang Qingchen, I will definitely not let you down.

You are my enemy.

――――――――――――――――――――

In the distance, drums sounded.

sub-hours.

It's another day.

Fang Qingchen was still half-asleep and half-awake. Drunk lying on the stone, a laugh suddenly sounded in his ears: "Light dust, Fang fox." ”

Fang Qingchen was slightly stunned, and then suddenly remembered that today was the end of the month, and the time had passed. It's a new month again.

"Fang Fox, do you know what the punishment for your violation is?" Zhang Minxin's voice is always gloating.

Fang Qingchen didn't even bother to open his eyes: "It's been so long, and there is no thunder to split me, my arms and legs are still my own, there is no abnormality, and Xiaolou didn't use emergency communication to call me...... What do you think my punishment will be? Whatever it is, I'm not in danger right now. They were going to wait for me to go back and settle accounts with me. That kind of punishment, you think I care? ”

Zhang Minxin couldn't stop laughing: "I knew that you kid wouldn't care." ”

Fang Qingchen snorted. However, he doesn't have time to argue with her now: "Connect Jinjie for me, I have something to find him." ”

"What are you looking for him to do?"

"Got the line on. Can't you just eavesdrop? Fang Qingchen was a little bored: "It's the beginning of the month, and the time over there must not have run out." Don't give me a reason to push. ”

Zhang Minxin chuckled: "Hey, you won't say a good word if you ask someone, you are really uncute." Three shifts in the middle of the night, if you don't sleep, people will also sleep, I won't be an accomplice to your bad dreams. ”

"Zhang Minxin!"

Fang Qingchen gritted his teeth. He has only been gone for a few days, and all these idlers in the small building have forgotten who he is?

"Ah!" Zhang Minxin smiled maliciously: "What can't you wait for a few hours?" Why don't you tell me now, and I'll see if it's worth it to go to the trouble for you? ”

Fang Qingchen snorted, never compromised, never answered.

――――――――――――――

An ordinary stream that flows out of the valley, winds between the hills, and zigzags into the plains.

The land that has left the mountains is undulating, not very smooth, and still barren. But with this stream, there is also farmland and people.

The stream meanders, stringing up small villages, flowing through the cattle, sheep, chickens and dogs drinking water, the ankles of the village girls washing clothes with mallets, and the hands of old women washing vegetables and rice.

The water gradually deepened, became turbid, and was no longer shallow and clear.

It is also gradually densely populated, and the stream gradually widens into a river, flowing quietly from the outskirts of the city.

By the river, there is a small village.

This is no longer a sparsely populated mountain, and there is no need to worry about the invasion of tigers, leopards, jackals, and other fierce beasts. Zhao has not been in war for many years, so this village is open and gentle. There are no ditches and barriers, only a few houses and courtyards, scattered and scattered together, only the villagers step on hard dirt paths, separating one household from another.

Feng Jinjie squatted among the low weeds and wild trees, bent on his waist, hiding his body, silent, staring at a small bamboo hedged thatched hut in front of him.

In front of the hut, a young woman was bending over to sprinkle chicken food, and a few reed-flowered hens were cooing around her. From time to time, she reached out and patted the little swaddling clothes on her back, and hummed a simple song in a low voice, and her voice was extremely gentle.

Feng Jinjie looked at the warm and loving look on her face, stunned.

When the line of communication with Qingchen was quietly connected in his mind, it took him a moment before he came back to his senses, slightly surprised. Without waiting for the other party to react, he had already intercepted Qingchen's words: "Qingchen? I really can't cure mental illness. ”

Could it be that if he became a lifelong imperial doctor, he should be able to cure all diseases? At least this is what he didn't work hard to learn.

Fang Qingchen was very depressed: "Did I ask you this?" Isn't it for that guy to heal me, I can't come to you? ”

Feng Jinjie smiled bitterly, knowing that he was a little upset and restless, but he couldn't say anything.

"I just want to ask you if there is a way to get rid of the scars on your face?"

"Hey, Fang Fox, why are you asking this? Even if Chu Ruohong can't be cured, don't be too much to him. He's not even twenty years old, so you just have anger in your heart, and you can't plan to cut his face every once in a while, right? ”

The Wind Festival greatly disagreed.

Fang Qingchen froze: "Where do you want to go!" Who said I asked for him! ”