Wei Xiao observed his expression, and said secretly in his heart: "Could it be that this secret history of the Murong family that Qian Yu told me that is not known to outsiders is actually true?"

He was even more sure in his heart, looked at Murong Chui who was on the stone table, and continued: "The Liang King of the Great Moon Liang Kingdom originally had five sons and one daughter, and your mother Diao Tao Mo Gao was the only daughter of the Liang King, but after the death of the Liang King, his five sons had a struggle for the throne, which was known as the 'Five Kings Dispute' at that time. Originally, your mother would not have been involved, but your five uncles were afraid of your unparalleled reputation in the Great Moon Liang Kingdom, and they were afraid that you would one day seize the throne and become king, so the five of them worked together to trick your mother into Maipo Pavilion and force you to cut off your hands," he said in a heavy voice, and said slowly: "Your mother bit her tongue and committed suicide in order to prevent them from coercing you!"

"Don't say any more!" Murong jumped up suddenly, roared loudly, his eyes turned blood-red, and he slammed his fist on the stone table, smashing the stone table into a corner!

Mother committed suicide in front of him, but he couldn't do anything, in front of him were the hideous and twisted faces of the five uncles, the uncles who usually loved him so much, but at that time, they were suddenly so strange that he couldn't recognize them!

That ugly and dark royal past, like a huge scar in his heart, was buried in the deepest and darkest part of his heart, never mentioned to anyone, and the royal family tacitly did not mention it.

Therefore, this hidden royal history has been buried in time and is almost completely forgotten.

All the people of the Great Moon Kingdom only saw Murong Chui fighting with the Five Kings, like a red-eyed beast, and then he took his 170,000 troops to leave the Great Moon Liang Kingdom and put himself under the command of General Yechen of the Zhenglan Empire.

In that battle to destroy the country of the Liang Kingdom of the Great Moon with the iron hooves of the Lan Empire, Yechen did not let Murong Trai fight, but in the end, when the demon army rushed into the palace of the Liang Kingdom and captured the five kings, he ordered someone to tie them up and send them to Murong Trai's mansion.

Murong Trai did not hesitate to swing his knife and cut off five heads, although they begged bitterly, saying that they were Murong Trai's uncles and elders, royal blood, Murong Trai was guilty of the following crimes, great rebellion, disrespect and filial piety, treason and annihilation.

Murong Trai placed the five heads neatly in front of his mother's grave, used the blood of his mother's five brothers as wine, poured them on the land in front of the grave, and then knelt in front of his mother's grave and cried.

He committed treason, killed his relatives, and wiped out the royal family, and he was a great sinner in the eyes of everyone in the Great Moon Liang Kingdom, and his sins were heavy and unforgivable.

Although the Great Moon Liang Kingdom has been destroyed, however, the souls of those who died, the resentment against him in the eyes of the remnants of the Moon Clan, and the contempt and ridicule of the demon nobles in the empire, saying that his current high position in the empire was the glory of betraying the country, he ignored them all.

If a person is completely dark inside, how can he care about those dark things?

It's just that in the dead of night, there will always be a voice in my heart that jumps out and asks myself: "You are a member of the Moon Clan, you have the blood of the Moon Clan, your relatives and enemies have all died in the homeland of the Moon Clan, and you, why are you still alive? Why do you still have a face to live?"

The voice was like a monster, always appearing in the dead of night, gnawing at his heart.

No matter what method he used, he could not be expelled.

He thought he might have suffered retribution. He was a sinful man, and he deserved to endure all this.

"But, how do you know?" Murong lowered his eyes and glared at Wei Xiao opposite, and shouted loudly.

- In that secret royal past, all who knew about it died, his uncle, his mother, and he was the only one, who survived alone, carrying all the sins alone.

This is the retribution of the living.

But what about Wei Xiao? He is a martial god general in the Heavenly Realm, an alien on this Starfall Continent, and he may not even be familiar with all the things on this continent, how can he know about the extremely secret past of the Yue Clan royal family?

Murong Chui suddenly rushed over, grabbed Wei Xiao's collar with both hands, and pushed him hard against the pillar in the corner of the pavilion.

Wei Xiao's back slammed into the pillar, and he heard a "snap", and there was a cracking sound from the pillar, and the pavilion cover above his head shook, and a lot of masonry and rubble fell.

Both of them were covered in ash.

Murong Trai, who was furious, had more strength than usual, and his hands strangled Wei Xiao's collar, almost making him breathless, Wei Xiao looked at Murong Trai who looked crazy, and suddenly made a move, punching him on the right side of the face!

Murong threw out a mouthful of blood to the left, but the expression on his face slowly calmed down, and the hands that grabbed Wei Xiao's collar slowly loosened.

Wei Xiao wiped the ashes on his face with his sleeve and straightened up from the pillar: "I couldn't sleep last night, and I saw that the moon was just right, so I rode alone, rode on the night lion horse, and went out of the city for a walk." ”

He looked at Murong Chui, and there was still a look of vigilance on his face, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly launch another violent attack: "When I walked to this hillside, in the peach forest, I got off my horse, tied the horse to a peach tree, and walked slowly inside. At this time, I suddenly heard the sound of firewood. ”

"The sound of smoking firewood?" Murong lowered his ears and moved, showing a strange look on his face.

"Yes, the sound of firewood. Wei Xiao said: "I think it's so late, where the two armies are fighting, who would dare to come to this peach forest in the middle of the night to smoke firewood?"

"I saw a woman," Wei Xiao continued, "with braids on her head and her eyebrows," and he recited the words that Bai Qianyu had taught him in advance, word by word: "Wearing an emerald green cloud brocade vest and a thick brocade and silver ratskin cloak on the outside, she was bending over and smoking firewood beside the branches of the peach tree that had fallen to the ground." At that time, the moonlight was shining, and I saw that there was a cinnabar mole on the corner of the woman's left eyebrow. ”

With his words, Murong Chui's expression became solemn, and when Wei Xiao talked about the cinnabar mole, he suddenly became nervous, and grabbed Wei Xiao's hand: "Then what?"

Subconsciously, he held his strength very strongly, Wei Xiao only felt that he seemed to be about to crush his hand bones, but he didn't shake him off, endured the pain, and said slowly: "I felt strange at the time, so I approached and asked her: 'Auntie, why are you smoking firewood here alone on such a big night?'"

Murong Trai was so nervous that he seemed to be about to stop breathing, only to hear Wei Xiao continue: "The woman's face was so beautiful that she stood up and replied: 'My son, in the barracks at the foot of this hillside, he has been weak and afraid of the cold since he was a child, and although he has learned some martial arts, horseback archery and so on, he has not been able to change this problem of being afraid of the cold, especially those ears, every year in winter, they are frozen red, like carrots, so I pick up some firewood on this mountain and go back, so that he can make a fire to keep warm." ”

When Murong Trai heard this, he couldn't help but shudder.

One of his ears also moved subconsciously, and those ears were red from the cold.

"That'...... And then?" he stared at Wei Xiao tightly, his eyes full of eagerness, eager to know what was next.

"Then I said, 'You can't carry back so much firewood, why don't I carry it for you, and go down the mountain with you to find your son?' The woman shook her head and said, 'My son has committed a lot of sin in his life, and in the barracks over there, the murderous aura is too great, and I am just a dead soul who can't get close there, young man, can you do me a favor?' She slowly raised her eyes and looked at me. ”

At this time, I realized that she had no shadow under the moonlight. ”

Murong Trai trembled when he heard this, and at this time, he had already guessed eight or nine times out of ten in his heart, but he didn't dare to conclude, so he only said, "What does she want you to help with?"

Wei Xiao pointed to a bundle of firewood stacked in the corner of the pavilion, and said slowly: "She asked me to give her the firewood she had smoked for her and hand it to her son, she said, her son's name is - Mu, Rong, and Chui." ”

Murong Chui saw the bundle of firewood, his whole body was violently shocked, he slowly let go of the hands that grabbed Wei Xiao, walked in front of the bundle of firewood, squatted down, couldn't help but shed tears in the tiger's eyes, and shouted: "Mother......"

He covered his face with his hands and let his tears flow freely in his palms.

Wei Xiao saw that he was in severe pain in his heart, and he couldn't bear it, so he wanted to comfort him with a few words, but Murong turned his head, stood up, and stared at him, there were still tears on his eyes, and the expression on his face regained a bit of fierceness: "The theory of ghosts and gods is really vain, although it is said that the underworld where the underworld is located is known as the Three Realms at the same time as the heavenly realm and the human realm, but the spirit of the underworld is extremely difficult to cross into the human realm-Wei Xiao, you shouldn't be using these nonsense things to deceive me, right?"

He grabbed a few sticks of firewood in his palm, and broke it off: "What you said is all your words, and it is not half of it implemented, it's ridiculous that I actually believed it!"

As soon as he raised his hand, the Aoyue wolf tooth knife flew up from the stone bench and fell into his right palm, Murong Chui held the long knife in one hand, the tip of the knife was aimed straight at Wei Xiao's throat, and walked over step by step: "You say, what conspiracy do you have?"

Wei Xiao faced the tip of his knife, but he opened his hands and his face did not change: "If you don't believe it, I still have one thing from your mother here." ”

"What is it?" Murong had a suspicious look on his face.

"In the hem of my chest. Wei Xiao was just about to put his hand into his chest, but Murong Chui pointed at him with the tip of his knife and shouted: "Don't move!"

He stared at Wei Xiao with both eyes, the tip of the knife slowly slid from his throat to his chest, and the tip of the knife was picked, tearing through the placket of his chest, revealing a furry object.

Murong Chui saw that kind of thing at a glance, the originally casual expression on his face suddenly changed, his eyes froze, and he suddenly threw the long knife on the ground, and stepped forward to pull that thing out of Wei Xiao's chest!

It was a furry hat.

Made of camel hair, the hat has a pointed tip and two hat ears hanging down on both sides, which looks both majestic and warm.

Murong Hang held the hat in both hands, and his hands trembled involuntarily.

"That hat, your mother asked me to give it to you," Wei Xiao said beside her: "She said, you have loved to freeze your ears since you were a child, and if you make hat ears, you will never be afraid of the cold again, she also said that she made one for you when she beat you when she was a child, and you like it very much, and she also gave it a name, called 'ear cover hat'." Later, when you grew up, your head was bigger than when you were younger, and the original one was not small, so she re-measured you, thinking that she would make another one for you in winter, but she didn't want to ...... that autumn."

Murong Chui's tears flowed uncontrollably.

The dignified eight-foot man, in the peach blossom pavilion full of withered branches, in the bleak mist of winter, was full of tears.

In front of another enemy, the flow was defenseless.

He put the hat on his head, slowly lifted it with both hands, put it on his head, pulled the hat ears down, protected his ears, and suddenly felt a warm melt on his ears.

The hat was just the right size, as if it was tailor-made for him.

Now, there was no doubt in his heart.

He raised his eyes and looked at Wei Xiao who was facing him: "My mother, her...... Did you say anything else?"

"Your mother, she still said......" Wei Xiao frowned slightly, as if she was concentrating on recalling something: "Death and life are fate, everything is predestined, her own brother persecuted her, she has long since stopped resentment, she just hopes that her only relative in this world can also let go of hatred and live a good life, whether it is to be a citizen of the Great Moon Liang Kingdom or a child of the Zhenglan Empire, in this way, she can be satisfied and smile Jiuquan." ”

Only in this way can her soul be able to care, be liberated, and re-enter samsara. ”

"Mother......" Murong muttered, his eyes looking at the blue sky: "This...... Is that what you want?"