There were no candles lit in the mourning hall, only the scent of grass flickering in the incense burner, and the smoke was like some whispering souls, floating beside one spiritual seat after another.

Sun Ji'an's gaze fell on the somewhat lonely looking back, who was sitting on a futon, a spear lying across his lap and being gently stroked.

"The sword soldiers should not enter the mourning hall, let alone the murder weapon brought back from the battlefield, the murderous spirit is too strong, it is detrimental to the peace, and it is disrespectful to the ancestors. Sun Ji'an looked at the back, but still couldn't say anything comforting.

"Grandpa has always liked to watch me play with guns, when I was a child, as long as I played with guns, he was happy, and also said that one day when I returned from killing the enemy, he taught me to brew rice wine from my hometown......"

The moment the door was opened, Sun Qing knew that it was Sun Ji'an standing at the door, but he didn't want to look back, he just caressed the spear to himself, and let the candle flame pull out his long shadow.

Is it your own son......

Sun Ji'an deeply felt Sun Qing's stubbornness, but as a father, he still couldn't be too harsh on him after all.

Sighing, Sun Ji'an's tone softened, and said: "I heard from the next person, you haven't eaten since you came back, let's eat first, after eating, you want to accompany your grandfather here, and it's up to you." ”

Sun Qing did not speak.

Sun Ji'an stood for a while, a little anger gradually grew in his heart, and he raised his voice slightly: "Do you have to live with the spiritual position all your life?" My father has passed away, but you still have a lot to do in the future, and you are Jing Wu ......."

"Are you happy that he passed away?" Sun Qing suddenly interrupted, but still didn't look back, "From now on, there will be no more sky above your head, and the entire Sun family will be prostrate at your feet, whether it is those subordinates who were dismissed by you, or those uncles and brothers......

Sun Ji'an was really angry: "What kind of bastard are you!"

The corners of Sun Qing's mouth raised, and he turned his back to Sun Ji'an with a contemptuous expression: "Is it a bastard? Master Yushi, you have been hiding for so many years, and everyone thinks that you are just a person who can do things but has no ambition or even mediocre spirit. Now, if a move is like a hidden dragon ascending to heaven, don't you feel a little proud in your heart? I'm afraid that many people in the Sun family have doubts, how can you become half of the court in one fell swoop? How can you lead the scholar clan to fight against Zhuge Wanling? And you, how many years have you waited for this opportunity? How many years have you waited for your grandfather's death in order to change your course!"

"I'm thinking about the Sun family, for the sake of the scholars!" Sun Ji'an's eyes were full of sharp light, and his anger rose and fell violently in his chest, making every word he spit out like a gushing flame, "Father, he is old, he doesn't know how to lead the Shi clan down, I know! Father doesn't know how to make the Shi clan really become a part of Jing Wu, I know! Father doesn't know how to advance and retreat with Zhuge Wanling, I know better!"

"Scholars...... In the long run, the high-ranking scholars will one day be kicked out of the court by those poor disciples cultivated by Zhuge Wanling! Today's world is in troubled times, Jing Wu, Tang Kingdom, Mo family, and even Canghai, everyone is a fire, and whether it is Zhuge Wanling or us, they are all people who carry the fire of Jing Wu forward, and ensuring that the fire will not be extinguished is the first priority! Only if the fire is not extinguished, it is possible for us scholars to continue to occupy a place in the world in the future, do you understand?"

"So that's why your grandfather was drugged in his cup that day?"

"What?" Sun Ji'an stopped his anger with strong restraint, but at this time he showed a trace of consternation, and frowned a little stunned: "What kind of drugging?"

"Master Sun, don't pretend anymore, I specifically checked, there is no candle dragon grass in the medicine that grandpa drinks every day, and in the three days before grandpa went, it happened that Pingrong went to the pharmacy to get the medicine, and the prescription that could be retrieved was ...... But there is one more medicine. Sun Qing didn't seem to be able to restrain his emotions, and stood up and whispered to Sun Ji'an: "Candle Dragon Grass! Healthy people will only sleep for a few days if they eat it, but those with declining bodies will eat it, and this medicine will suck up the vitality in their bodies like poison." Now that grandpa has become a cold tablet, are you satisfied?"

Sun Ji'an's eyes flickered for a while, he didn't understand where Sun Qing's inferences came from, as for Ping Rong...... Yes, it's the old servant by my father's side, so sometimes I do get closer to him, but this is just the closeness between the master and his subordinates, and he asks himself that he has never regarded Ping Rong as his confidant, let alone instruct him.

Sun Ji'an explained with a gloomy face: "I have never done such a thing, it was my father, how could I drug him?"

"Can't you do it?" Sun Qing sneered: "In order to get into this position, you can even push your cousin to the guillotine, why are you afraid of giving a life-threatening poison to an old man who is already terminally ill?"

"I sanctioned him, that is the law of the country, and it does not allow private feelings!" Regarding the cousin who was beheaded for his crimes, Sun Ji'an admitted that he had done nothing wrong, "but I really ...... about my father's affairs."

However, Sun Qing didn't want to listen to it at all, and hissed and shouted: "Get out!" I'm talking to grandpa, there's nothing to do with you here!"

When the door of the mourning hall was slammed shut, the power that did not leave a trace of affection almost hit Sun Ji'an's nose, he took a step back, and could only watch as the darkness behind the crack in the door buried Sun Qing's hateful cheeks again......

In the mourning hall, there seemed to be a low sobbing voice of ghosts.

Sun Ji'an stared blankly at the heavy door of the mourning hall, and couldn't say anything for a while, he never thought that his relationship with his son would come to such a point.

A few steps away, the butler who followed all the way was lowering his head, and he naturally listened to the quarrel between the father and son word for word.

If even half a word of today's events spread, God knows what kind of huge waves it will set off in the Sun family, no, and even in the entire Shi clan.

However, he still kept his head bowed and obedient, and did not rush to kneel down at such a time to immediately bow down and make a blood oath of loyalty, because he knew that in the Sun family, or in any large scholar mansion like the Sun family, the subordinates would never have to learn how to speak well, and only silence was the way to survive for a long time.

"Candle Dragon Grass ......" Sun Ji'an was not worried that the housekeeper he chose would leak the news, but Sun Qing's words still made him groan for a long time, and finally while walking on the road, he whispered to the housekeeper: "Go check the place where Pingrong returned to the old and see if you can take him back for questioning." ”

"Yes. The butler answered, but then his face turned grim, "Master, it doesn't seem easy to take this matter back...... After the death of the grandfather, Ping Rong also invited himself back to his hometown, but he never thought that he would receive a letter from his family soon, saying that he was too sad and never got up after sleeping all night...... I didn't think much of it at the time, but now I want to ......."

Sun Ji'an nodded lightly, not blaming anything: "It's not your fault, and I didn't expect that there was a hidden secret in this matter." ”

After thinking about it, he said again: "This matter is up to you to investigate, and report back to me immediately if you find out the results, no matter who is involved, don't make a noise, let alone make a private decision, understand?"

If Sun Zhong's death is really something he doesn't know, then ......

He subconsciously clenched his fists.

"Understood. Don't worry, sir. ”

Sun Ji'an took one last look at the closed door of the mourning hall, many complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, he sighed, and then only explained the matter of continuing to deliver food to Sun Qing before slowly leaving.

Sun Qing in the mourning hall sat on the futon and was silent for a long time, and he didn't know how many hours had passed, probably at the moment when he heard the birds chirping softly outside the door, he raised his eyebrows with his eyes closed, and suddenly felt a strangeness.

Opening his eyes, he coldly moved his gaze to a place of darkness, and said, "Come out by yourself, don't force me to do it." ”

The candle flame lit almost suddenly, as if it were haunted by a ghost.

And as the flames gradually brightened, the darkness in the mourning hall was dispelled, and the black heavy mist gradually dissipated, revealing a figure completely covered by black robes.

What was a little surprising was that when the black-robed man spoke, it was a female voice that was intriguing: "It is worthy of being the most high-profile young generation master of Jing Wu, such a cultivation, tsk, it's really scary." ”

"Who are you. Sun Qing didn't ask how this person entered the mourning hall with the door closed, but pointed the tip of the spear in his hand at the shadow, intentionally or unintentionally.

"You should ask, who are we. ”

"We are the spark left by the gods in the world, and we are the guardians who once dominated the world, and our footsteps have been stretched under the curtain of ten thousand years, and we have never left the ......."

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