From a long time ago...... The military began to investigate the connection between Ning Que and those bizarre murders, although no evidence was found, but rumors of his background had already spread in Chang'an City.

Everyone believes that Ning Que is the son of Xuanwei General Lin Guangyuan, the orphan of the tragedy of the extermination, who has been dormant in the world for many years, and finally enters the academy and gains power, and will start a bloody revenge. Even His Majesty the Emperor Xià and Xiahou, as well as many brothers and sisters in the mountains behind the academy, believed this rumor.

So at this time, when the people in front of the imperial city heard Ning Que say this softly, they couldn't help but be shocked and couldn't believe it at all, thinking that if you weren't Lin Guangyuan's orphan, then why did you do these things?

Xia Hou looked at Ning Que under the black umbrella, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ning Que looked down at the plum blossom-like blood spots on the snow, as if he saw those blood spots on the ground in the firewood room fifteen years ago, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

The wind and snow suddenly dispersed and became more and more urgent.

Ning Que raised his head and watched as everyone asked three questions.

"Why do you all think I'm the general's son?"

"Why do I have to be the general's son?"

"Why do you all want me to be the general's son?"

The crowd was still in a state of utter shock, unable to answer his question.

Ning Que laughed at himself and said, "It's a pity, I'm really not. ”

"My father is not General Xuanwei, not a lieutenant, not a subordinate officer, not even a clerk, he is just the gatekeeper of the general's mansion, and the gatekeeper of the second gate is not even able to get much of a door bag. ”

"My mother is naturally not the general's wife, she is just a servant girl from a low background, although she has fed the young grandmother and can enter and leave the back house, but she is still just a maidservant. ”

"My Majesty overturned the case for the general, I am very pleased, this is a real feeling, because the general and the general's wife are good people, they died very unjustly, but I regret it...... Didn't hear my parents' names. ”

He looked at the people in front of the imperial city and said, "This is a natural thing, my parents are inconspicuous people, and their names are also inconspicuous. ”

"My father was an orphan, and he was given the surname Lin by the general, and his name was Lin Qian. ”

"My mother doesn't even have a name, she was sold from Hebei County to Chang'an City, and she was called Li Sanniang from childhood to death because she vaguely remembered that she was the third in the family. ”

The blood continued to fall down Ning Que's palm towards the snow, the expression on his face was very calm, and the narration was also very calm, not indifferent, but a real flat nose.

However, this and the calm without excitement made everyone who saw Ning Que's face feel a chill rising from the soles of their feet, and then their whole bodies froze.

This front is calm and terrifying.

Sang Sang was not afraid, just felt his feelings at this time, sad his sadness at this time, cold his physical and mental coldness at this time, and subconsciously reached out to hold his hand to give him some warmth.

"I know, that's what the books say.

Ning Que said calmly: "The prince who was robbed of the throne went away, and then returned to China to take revenge on the minister who was framed by traitors and escaped from a young master. ”

He looked at the people and asked earnestly, "But why does the protagonist of every revenge story have to be a prince?

Faced with this calm but loud question, the people in front of the imperial city could only be silent, Zeng Jing wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth, Li Qingshan sighed softly.

"It's all written in the books, people think like this, and I know I can't blame anyone for that, and any self-pity is idiotic, but I'm still sick of it. ”

"Just like it was more than a decade ago. ”

Ning Que looked at Xia Hou and said, "That day, I took the young master to play on the street, just like I often do, because he regarded me as a very good friend...... It's a bit too much, anyway, the housekeeper wants to keep the blood for the general, and by the way, he also brought me into the general doctor's mansion across the street. ”

Hearing this, Zeng Jing's expression stiffened slightly, remembering that the wife who was still a concubine gave birth to a daughter that day, and the blood flowed across the street.

Ning Que continued: "When you entered the General's Mansion with the soldiers and horses, I was hiding in the firewood room of the General Doctor's Mansion with the young master and the housekeeper. ”

Xiahou said with a gloomy face: "My subordinates finally chased to the firewood room, and saw two dead bodies, I confirmed that Lin Guangyuan's son-in-law had died, so I have always been very confused about your identity, and now I don't doubt it anymore...... I'm starting to wonder how you did it. ”

Ning Que looked at the wind and snow around him, as if he was recalling something, and said with a smile: "There is nothing new under Haotian, and it is not just those old-fashioned stories. ”

"If the general's son is to live, the porter's son must die, all little boys of more than four years old, cut flesh and blood, changed clothes, who can tell who is who?"

"The housekeeper didn't think there was any need to be wary of a little four-year-old boy, so he looked at me in a daze, with apologies, sympathy, sadness in his eyes, and at that moment I knew what he was going to do. ”

He spread his hands, smiled and said, "Isn't it all written like this in books?"

Then the smile on his face gradually faded, looking at Xia Hou, looking at Zeng Jing, looking at Li Qingshan, looking at everyone he could see, and asked expressionlessly, "But why?"

"Wherefore shall I be as I shall be written in the book?"

"Why should the general's son live, and the porter's son die?"

"Why should I die?"

At the gate of the palace of wind and snow, everyone was silent.

No one will be able to answer this ...... Question, so it was quiet, only Ning Que's voice was still floating in the heavy snow, and it was drifting higher and higher, getting colder and colder.

"I'm just a porter's son. ”

But I want to live. ”

"I'm going to live. ”

Ning Que's voice was calm and firm, telling his thoughts back then, as if he was telling the eternal truth that the sun will rise every day and the water will flow down.

He continued: "So when the butler tried to trick me into taking off my clothes and going to get the knife myself, I took it in my hand and stabbed him in the stomach. ”

"More than one stab. ”

Ning Que recalled the events of that year, frowned and said, "It seems to be five knives." ”

"Because the strength is not strong enough, the stab is not deep enough, and I can't stab him for a while, so I have to stab him a few more times, but I don't know why, the housekeeper didn't scream, he just looked at me in horror, like looking at a devil, all these years I have been thinking, is he so frightened that he can't speak, or he doesn't want to alarm the people outside the firewood room.

He was silent for a moment and then continued: "Young Master One, the general's son, didn't know what was going on at that time, but just looked at the butler he had always loved the most lying in a pool of blood, and he rushed towards me like crazy, wanting to hit me and bite me. ”

He shook his head and said, "I was also flustered, and I was dancing with a firewood knife, and somehow I cut his neck, and then he fell backwards with his neck in his hands, and he fell on the pyre." ”

"The blood in the young master's neck spurted out from his fingers, I wanted to cover it for him, but I couldn't cover it, until finally the blood he shed curdled into a pulp on my fingers......"

Ning Que raised his head, looked at the people in the snow, was silent for a long time, shook his head, and said, "It's not a manslaughter. ”

"Maybe I just wanted to kill him. ”

He looked at Xiahou and smiled and said, "Because only when he dies, people like you and His Royal Highness the Prince will no longer pay attention to me, the son of the gatekeeper." ”

The world is shrouded in wind and snow, shrouded in a deathly silence.

The snowflakes floated onto Ning Que's face, touching that smile, as if it was frozen even colder.

It was a smile that seemed mild, but was actually extremely cold.

People looked at the smile on Ning Que's face, shocked beyond words, and felt unprecedented cold.

They seemed to have seen the picture in the firewood room of the General Doctor's Mansion more than ten years ago.

A four-year-old boy, holding a rusty wood knife in both hands, stood in front of the two corpses, his little face full of despair and fear, his body trembling and dragging at any moment, threatening to collapse to the ground at any moment.

But the little boy never fell.

Now, the little boy is standing in the wind and snow, standing in front of the majestic palace, standing in front of people, telling that long story.

The stories in books are often written like that.

The story he told is not in the book.