When Qi Chang heard the word "severe", his face turned pale, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and a layer of sweat on his back was sticky like a swim bladder, making his underwear stick tightly to his back.

"Brother...... What severance? Why do you want me to cut it off?"

He turned his head to look at Father Wu: "Dad, you don't want me anymore?"

Wu's father and mother knew that Wu Jin had sent a letter of dismemberment back, but was stopped by Wu Yi.

Wu's mother gritted her teeth, slapped him twice on her head and face, pulled out a fire pan from the charcoal basin, and hit Wu Yi the back, Wu Yi wailed, threw herself forward, and fell to the ground.

Wu Jin is not a person who plays tricks, if the documents are sent, something big must have happened, they knew it a day earlier, so they would find a way a day earlier - ask for people and enter Beijing, as long as they can do it, they have to do it.

"Ah Niang," Wu Jin waved his hand, "the punishment is useless, the one point you are heavier, the less one point his regret will be."

Wu's mother was carrying a fire chopstick, and she was angry, and she could only give up when she heard the sound, glanced at Wu Yi, and wanted to clean him up later.

Wu Jin looked at Wu Yi, looking casual, but he made arrangements in an orderly manner: "If you break off your relatives and go out, you can avoid my involvement, he can stay for the Wu family one day, and tomorrow I will write a letter for you to break off your relatives, and A-Niang will accompany you to take it to the yamen and change the yellow book."

"Tomorrow......" Wu Yi was stunned, "Brother, what should I do with my father?" I'm not afraid of death......

Wu Jin broke off his family with his family, there is no need to say much, others will know that it is Gao Yi when they hear it.

He broke off his relationship with his parents and Wu Jin, and reasonable people may think that he wants to leave the Wu family behind, but more often than not, they make all kinds of speculations about him, thinking that he was expelled from the house.

There is also his marriage - he has to go through the yamen to break off his relatives, and he can't hide it at all.

And his sugar shop is open every day, what will those who come to buy sugar say?

And will the friends he makes still associate with him?

Thinking of what happened after the break, his body trembled involuntarily, and he looked up at Wu Jin.

Wu Jin's expression was still the same as before, there was no anger, but he was thin, and the lines of his body were sharp, with clear twists and turns in the straight-sleeved shirt, his back was straight, his elbows were on the armrests of the chair, his ten fingers were crossed on his abdomen, and his nails were meticulously trimmed, and there was a kind of alienation that was as immobile as a mountain.

It's different - Wu Jin is different from him being counted by the Liu family, as if he has no disappointment in him.

He knew that Wu Jin had never lied, and when he thought of what happened afterward, he couldn't help but be timid and numb, like falling into a sea of swords and fire, and regret came late, and it was very turbulent.

If only Mother Wu had beaten him hard just now, if the mistake had already been punished, it could be lightly exposed.

"Brother," he stepped forward on his knees and hugged Wu Jin's calf, "I was wrong, don't do it tomorrow, wait until I get married......

"Don't deceive others," Wu Jin shook his hand away and propped himself up, "I'll go rest."

He took a step out, Wu's mother hurriedly stepped forward and took him to the east wing of the second hall to rest, Wu Yi knelt on the ground, thinking, "Why did I get lost in the ghost at that time? This time I really don't have the face to go out."

Father Wu pushed the BMX, put aside the medicine that Wu Yi had brought back, and called him, "Second child."

Wu Yi slowly turned around and looked at his father.

"Second brother, your brother asked you to break off your relationship, one is that I mentioned it to your mother, and the other is that you made a mistake, you should! It's just that you can't break off your bloodline, he didn't let you move out, he just left you a way back, but if you make another mistake, your father and mother won't have the face to stay here."

Wu Yi listened, and quietly returned his soul from the sea of suffering, and at the same time, there was also a fear of Wu Jin in his heart - Wu Jin would really give up on him.

There was a louder sound outside, the sound of the bangzi was crisp, and the sound of the gong was slow and fast, and the time had come.

Boom! - Knock! Boom!

The watchman walked through the Tongju Mansion and arrived outside the Zhizhou Mansion: "The third watch of the child is safe and sound!"

Boom! - Knock! Boom!

The banquet for the King of Wei to receive the wind and wash the dust was set up in the Zhizhou Mansion, and after the banquet, the King of Wei led the guards and attendants, and stayed in the Zhizhou Mansion.

The king of Wei was supposed to stay in the palace of the envoy.

However, the mansion where Mo Qianlan lived was the old mansion of the Mo family, because he was unwilling to move, he changed the Jiedu Mansion to the Mo family, and the original Jiedu Mansion had been sealed for a long time, even if Tan Xuan mobilized Kuanzhou craftsmen, it was difficult to complete the repair in a hurry.

Tan Xuan was extremely wary of Mo Qianlan - the Mo family has been disobedient for a long time, controlling the border pass, and the arrival of King Wei is tantamount to a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger.

Although King Wei was the envoy of the Son of Heaven, and Mo Qianlan's killing of him was tantamount to telling the world that he was plotting against him, he still did not dare to relax.

Mo Qianlan is too ruthless, and he regards Mo Lingfeng as a treasure, but he can still ruthlessly send her to the fortress, so as to kill a way out, and he must not speculate on his mind with ordinary people's means.

Therefore, he would rather move the maiden of the inner house out and put the king of Wei under his nose.

King Wei was exhausted and had already fallen asleep.

There are guards everywhere in the inner office, and a guard stands on the ridge of the roof, looking out in all directions, and the sound of bangzi rings outside, and when the watchman shouts, the gong is sounded.

There was a long "knock", the ice shattered, the dead branches broke, a wild cat suddenly let out a piercing scream, and the sound of dog barking came from the empty street, and the state government officials, the Wei king's guards, and the government guards all looked sideways.

Yin Beili was under the root of the outer wall of the Zhizhou Inner Palace, dressed in soap-colored narrow sleeves and short brown, after the watchman left, he climbed over the high wall, quickly ran to the nearby inverted house, climbed the column under the ridge with one hand, kicked with both feet, and jumped on the ridge.

The guards on the roof ridge were condescendingly looking for the wild cat, looking alert, Yin Bei was swift and ferocious, and he swept from behind him, and without waiting for him to come back to his senses, one hand stepped forward to clasp the guard's neck and crushed the guard's throat.

At the end of a series of actions, the sound of the dog barking had not stopped, the guard did not say a word, his head drooped, the saber fell out of his hand, Yin Bei raised his foot to hook it, gently sent it up, took it in his hand, and then took the corpse down, turning into a blurry black shadow attached to the ridge of the roof.

He quietly peeled off the clothes on the corpse, slowly put them on his body, and then stood up with a long knife and leaned over to look around the Zhizhou Yamen.

A group of guards crossed by, leaving a brief gap, and with a wave of his hand, a man in the same soapy short brown crossed the wall and burrowed into the official room to wait for the opportunity.

One of the guards grabbed the belt of his trousers and slipped in, and a moment later, someone in a ill-fitting guard suit and a long knife dragged a limp corpse out and threw it into the grass.

There is no blood, and all movements are silent and precise.

Mo Qianlan's private soldiers are replacing the guards of King Wei.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, the charm is rampant, the candle flame under the corridor is shaking urgently, the private soldiers of the Mo family are close to the residence where the King of Wei is hospitalized, the courtyard gate has only been brushed with raw tung oil yesterday, with a cold smell, and there are six first-class guards and two attendants guarding inside.

These six first-class guards are Huang Yiren leading the five martial arts divisions to serve as guards.

As soon as the private soldiers approached, Huang Yiren immediately noticed that something was wrong, and his nose fluttered, although he did not smell blood, the smell of dead corpses filled the cold wind.

He strode to the courtyard door, leaned to the door, listened to the movement outside, and before he could observe it carefully, a sharp knife was inserted through the crack in the door. literature

The tip of the knife cut through Huang Yiren's jacket, he stepped back, the tip of the knife went up, and the latch slid with it, easily opening the courtyard door.

Several people dressed in palace guards swarmed in, raised their hands and stabbed, and first slashed the attendants who were standing at the door at a loss.