Mo Protector, who was arrested and returned to prison, has always had this half-dead attitude, and after hearing Cui Yixiao's words, his dead eyes finally changed.

“...... Do you know how to plan the wind? Mo Protector looked at Cui and smiled, his gaze gradually sharpened, as if he wanted to find something out of him.

"It's only been twenty years since the Wind Commander was disbanded, so what does anyone remember."

Lu Hanjiang blocked Mo Protector's view, and he looked at him condescendingly through the iron fence of the cell: "But this official is more curious, why even General Mo and you voted for the Xuantian Sect, this seems to be mean and unkind to the imperial court." ”

"Imperial Court ...... Hehe. ”

Mo Protector deliberately raised his face that had been punished, and sneered: "Isn't it all a reason for fame and profit, the court treats me like this, if I don't join the Xuantian Sect, will it be difficult to wait for you to take off my head again?" ”

"Tsk, the general's words are a little insincere, even if you don't save face for the adults in the court, can you give your master a face?"

The playful words made Mo Protector's face change slightly, and Lu Hanjiang's gaze seemed to be able to see through his thoughts: "With such an identity as you, if you say that you will escape, who will believe it." ”

This is the case, the Cefeng army back then was too special, among all the princes, only the first prince controlled such an army in the army, how could Mo Tianyang, as the arm of the prince on the bright side, suddenly disappear and no one noticed.

The people who don't deal with the forces of the central government and the former prince, those princes, who don't want to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, even Qin Yu is troublesome, Mo Tianyang is such an important person, who will easily let him go.

Cui Yixiao also relieved himself at this time, and he said: "My lord, I remember that the newspaper of the palace wrote that he died of illness during exile, and there must be officials from the DPRK and China to help in this matter, as long as you check the files of that year." ”

"It's useless."

Lu Hanjiang shook his head: "For more than 20 years, all the eucalyptus files related to the former prince have been uniformly sealed, if you go to check the files, wouldn't it be a surprise." ”

Lu Hanjiang thought of this kind of thing early on, as early as the three Xuantian Sect assassins were arrested a year ago, and one of them was recognized by Cui Yixiao as being from the Cefeng Army, he wanted to go over and check the records of the year.

However, people with intentions have long deliberately sealed all relevant files in the same place, and if someone checks the files, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of these people.

Lu Hanjiang took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the iron fence of the cell, looked at Na Mo Protector and said softly: "This official has always been puzzled, where did you group of people come from, and the ability to hide it for twenty years, for the sake of a so-called grandson, you can gather so many helpers, from the court to the rivers and lakes, there are your people everywhere." ”

Mo Protector didn't speak, but deliberately avoided Lu Hanjiang's gaze.

Lu Hanjiang didn't care, he let go of his hand and turned around: "I thought that you guys were crazy, and I would rather gamble on the future of a doll than pick a ready-made prince, even if they don't stand in line in the future, they will be rich in the future, but they would rather risk the big disapproval to do things against thieves, and now the official understands a little, the old men in the court are all lords who don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles, and it is not enough to move them with only one highness Yu, right?" ”

The flames from the torch fell on Mo Protector's uncertain face, and he lowered his head stiffly, his hand holding his severed arm creaking.

"You say, in the assassination twenty years ago, did the prince really die?"

Lu Hanjiang didn't know if he was asking or talking to himself, a trace of deep fear flashed in Mo Protector's lowered eyes, and Cui Yi stood like a log, stiffening his body and not daring to say a word.

The meaning of these words was self-evident, and Lu Hanjiang strode out of the dungeon, leaving only a surging order: "Take care of him, don't let this person die." ”

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The sun is shining high, looking far away, on one side is the snow all over the sky, the silver is wrapped in white and boundless, on the other side is the four seasons like spring, the birds are singing and the flowers are colorful and colorful, this is the death valley that is called the wonder of the world.

Huangfu Xiaoyuan picked an unknown flower and placed it on top of the tombstone, her face did not show much sadness, although it was her dear brother buried here...... Or Daddy?

There is no word on the flat tombstone, only the jade building sword next to the tomb proves his identity, and the head of the Huangfu family who buried the rivers and lakes only used a handful of loess to settle the matter.

"The Sword Comes"

Huangfu Xiaoyuan looked at the tombstone and was fascinated, and the little girl not far away ran from the bottom of the hillside with an oiled paper wrapper, revealing her mouth that was still changing her teeth, and called her name sweetly: "Sister, Brother Gu Master asked me to bring you food." ”

"Thank you."

Huangfu Xiaoyuan took the oil paper bag in the little girl's hand, this child is a medicine boy in the Death Valley, the innocent appearance is so cute, if it weren't for the fact that the master they serve is Di He, the master of the devil's way who is known as the Hundred Poisoners, I am afraid that I would really think that this is some kind of paradise.

After bringing food to herself, the little girl jumped away, it was not cold-blooded, but with her age and experience, she didn't understand what life and death were at all, and she didn't know why she buried people in the soil.

If you want to say that you are really cold-blooded and ruthless, I'm afraid it should be yourself, right, Huangfu Xiaoyuan thought.

After Huangfu Yushu died, in addition to being shocked and puzzled, she did not have such a strong sadness in her heart, nor did she feel heart-rending pain, and after a day, she even had a feeling that it was nothing more than that.

It's just that I don't know why, thinking that he is lying alone in the tomb like this, Huangfu Xiaoyuan will involuntarily shed tears.

"Let's wipe it."

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and what was handed to him was a silk handkerchief embroidered with poppy flowers, Huangfu Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw Lu Hanjiang looking at him with a smile

"How could you ......" At that moment, Huangfu Xiaoyuan was a little distracted.

"The maze arrangement of the Hundred Poison Man is not bad, but unfortunately it is a trick after all, and it is far worse than the real secret technique."

Lu Hanjiang took Huangfu Xiaoyuan's hand, stuffed the silk handkerchief into her hand, and grabbed her fingers and shook it: "My shoulder never borrows anyone, you can use this general." ”

The incomprehensible amorous style of the man in front of her has not been a day or two, Huangfu Xiaoyuan has long been used to it, she wanted to break away with her hand with some resistance, and said stubbornly: "I didn't cry...... It's just windblown sand......"

"Save it."

Lu Hanjiang grabbed her hand and grabbed the silk strongly, and said in a stunned tone: "Your eldest brother...... Huangfu Yushu may be the last person in this world who is haunted by your 'death' and continues to pursue it. ”

When the words fell, Huangfu Xiaoyuan raised her head in a daze, she seemed to suddenly realize something, her eyes were quickly filled with tears, and the belated sadness all came to her heart in an instant.

After understanding what it means to lose, all the good memories of the past have become poisonous spikes, and every fragment is a painful torture.

"If you're worried that your eldest brother will be lonely underground, you might as well send your sister down to accompany him."

Looking at each other, Lu Hanjiang's smile was reflected in Huangfu Xiaoyuan's blank eyes, and at that moment, the girl's pure white heart was a little contaminated with crazy color.

The heart after the collapse is fragile, Lu Hanjiang's words are like a long rope thrown to the emperor Xiaoyuan in the abyss, this is the only hope that appears in the darkness, she is helpless, unable to be autonomous, she can only choose to hold it, even if it is hatred under the appearance of redemption.