The round stone building where the Xiaowu competition is located is the location of Biyong.

Biyong is a special place for the talented children of the royal family to further learn Wentao and martial arts, and the special place is specially designed to cultivate civil and military talents for the court.

There is also a Biyong in the palace, which is only a branch of Biyong here, which is built to facilitate the needs of the children of the Wang family to study literature, and Xiao Wu once eavesdropped on lectures there.

To be able to enter the Biyong system to study, it can be said to be a ladder to the court, all young students with some identities have been actively preparing for the exam from a very young age, and they want to become a student of Biyong.

Biyong to the army and the official office of the Great Zhou, training and sending a large number of talents, of course, the special training camp of Biyong and the Tiger Ben army is still incomparable, if Biyong is one in a hundred, then the special training camp is one in a million.

But the special training camp is a mysterious existence, and the team members carry out secret missions, and they cannot become officials until they are old enough to retire.

The night of murder training is destined to be sleepless.

After Xiao Wu woke up, she walked out of the cave and sat alone under a tree, with a bright moon half-covered by leaves above her head.

Xiao Wu had no intention of the scenery, the sound and smile of the four people who were assassinated by himself could not be waved in front of him, the gushing blood and the corpses that fell to the ground and did not move, from the moment of freshness to the silence of death, they were all so shocking.

Why did you choose to die calmly? and still regard death as home? It seems to be a relaxing feast?

What did they put in their hearts? What was the original promise to defend the country? For the sake of the country...... Really, is it worth sacrificing one's life and one's family?

Do you have to stick to it if you are wrong?

Will my future be like theirs?

Xiao Wu lowered her head and wrinkled her eyebrows in thought, she was torturing her heart......

The first time he killed someone, Xiao Wu was not as scared and frightened as he imagined, and he didn't have much to fear, perhaps because he fulfilled the wish of the four of them to die, and also fulfilled his promise.

After experiencing a series of hardships, dying in Xiao Wu's heart no longer feels terrible, and at the time of the "rat cage", at that time, she was full of longing for death.

Xiao Wu figured out a little, death is not a relief, in fact, living is more difficult than dying, and it takes more courage.

Xiao Wu raised her head to look at Mingyue, remembering what the four of them were talking about drinking Meng Po soup, the corners of her mouth actually hooked up a trace of bitterness, and she couldn't help but murmur.

"Hey, four, Meng Po Tang...... Is it good, better than wine?"

Xiao Wu was answered by the sound of whimpering wind, and the rustling of leaves.

Wuba, who was hiding behind the big tree, leaned against the tree with his arms in his arms, his eyes were firmly fixed on Xiao Wu, who was stunned, with a look of pity and sadness.

At the same time, looking up at the moon, there is also Zhou Hao, the king of Zhou, who has difficulty sleeping.

A brutal murder training made the bold little dance become a personal teaching, and he saw the growth of the little girl, and the pure heart from beginning to end.

I was worried that Xiao Wu wouldn't dare to kill, after all, she was a girl, but I didn't expect her to be accurate and hateful.

Zhou Jue was worried for a moment, afraid that the bold man who he had built with his heart and who had always hated himself to the bone would one day, in a fit of anger, be ruthless to himself, and he really saw that Xiao Wu was fierce, and he was really like a demon in hell.

"Hmph!

Zhou Jue snorted coldly at the moon, and shook his head helplessly, understanding that Xiao Wu was similar to himself, they both hated each other to death, but they were very appreciative and valued in their hearts, they were all temperamental, but they were also both rational and clear.

I haven't seen her in the past three years, she has gone from a childish little girl to a slim beauty, gentle and heroic, and those vulgar things in the harem can only be looked at.

Zhou Hao thought about the delicate and elegant, youthful face under the sun, and her eyes full of boiling anger and helplessness, her heart was soft and relieved, and she couldn't help but raise a touch of pride at the corner of her mouth, and snorted coldly at the moon.

"Hmph, little wrongdoer, it's useless for you to be angry, you can't complain, if you make trouble again, Lonely, you will pull out your little paws"

Seeing that the hour was not early, Yi'an took two steps forward and reminded in a low voice, "King, the hour is not early, three ladies...... It's been waiting for a long time."

"Let them all go back"

Zhou Hao replied without thinking about it, and when he thought of Xiao Wu's helpless appearance, his heart was even more comfortable, and the smile on his face was even better.

"This ?......"

Yi'an made a mistake for a while, the king has been out of the palace for almost two years, and all the lords of the harem are looking forward to it, the king is already a thin heir, and he is cold to the palace, which is not good for the community.

The first king, plus the adopted sons, numbered as many as a hundred, and in order to prosper the heirs, he calculated according to the number of days, and determined the king's sexual affairs by the sun, moon and stars to determine the harem attendants.

In the ritual system of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there should be a queen, three wives, nine concubines, twenty-seven wives, and eighty-one wives, a total of 121 people.

Tonight, it was the turn of the three ladies to go to bed, and the king said that he would refuse, how should he reply?

Yi'an hesitated and hesitated, clenched his fists, strengthened his courage, and reminded again, "The king ......."

"Huh?"

A disgruntled mouth, a cold gaze, made Yi Andong feel cold, and unconsciously shivered.

Yi An hurriedly changed his words, "Yes, minister, this will go and pass the decree."

When Yi'an appeared in the side hall, three well-dressed ladies rushed over in a happy way.

"The Great Officer, the King is here!"

Yi'an shook his head, "The three ladies, go back separately, the king...... Busy".

"Huh?!"

"What?"

Yi An looked helpless, and reminded repeatedly, "The king is busy, tonight...... Can't come, ladies...... Let's go back."

It was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, which frightened the three beautiful ladies all in a daze, one cried, one became stupid and stupid as if he was struck by lightning, and the other pestered Yi'an to ask questions.

It's no wonder that the women in the harem spend their lives trying to please the only man for the sake of the interests of the family and themselves, hoping to get more attention and favor from him.

But the emperor's heart belongs to the world, and what is left has to be distributed among many women.

As soon as you enter the palace wall, it is as deep as the sea, and the grievances are even deeper than the sea.

Zhou Dan sat alone under the lonely lamp in the study, his eyes staring at the braids in his hands, and all in front of him were the pretty appearance of Xiao Wu in the sun.

The owner of the braid grew up and became a very beautiful girl, and her short hair was already long, and it was no longer obvious that it had been cut short.

Xiao Wu looks very good, and her martial arts are also so powerful that she can smack her tongue, she can protect herself, and she will never want to protect her anymore if she doesn't know kung fu.

In addition to his excitement, Zhou Dan was more disappointed and sad, like his child was abducted, and the child not only did not love his family, but also said heartlessly, I never belonged to you.

The feeling of being completely lost made Zhou Dan unable to sleep.

What made Zhou Dan even more unable to sleep was what he had learned about the drunken words that Xiao Wu said in front of the tomb.

"Today I bury you, and he will ...... Who buries me? I ...... A slave, a ...... Barely breathing...... Eternal slave, who will bury me!?"

Zhou Dan cherished it even more because he understood.

Zhou Dan has always understood the torment of Xiao Wu, and understands that her heart is far less strong than that she shows.

Xiao Wu's heart is sensitive and fragile, even fragmented, she is still the child who lacks love.

Thinking about it, Zhou Dan's eyes were wet, he stared at the big braid, and muttered to himself, "Xiao Wu, with Brother Dan, you don't have to be afraid of anything, if there is really that day, Brother Dan...... Bury you with your own hands, too...... to accompany you".

The sound of squirming footsteps interrupted Zhou Dan's painful thoughts, and he hurriedly hid his braids in his sleeves.

Mrs. Jiang, the hostess of the Zhou Mansion, who had stepped into the door lightly and was carrying a lunch box, had seen this scene in her eyes, although her heart was also painful, but she was no longer surprised.

Before getting married, Mrs. Jiang knew that her grandfather had affection for a little slave girl, and the braids he often fiddled with were the thoughts of the little slave girl.

Mrs. Jiang is a smart person, of course she will not be jealous of a dead person, thinking that it will lose the bearing of her grandfather and wife.

Mrs. Jiang approached and saluted, "Husband, it's late at night, don't be busy anymore, beware of burning your body."

Zhou Dan nodded and greeted, "Dan, it's a little busy, so Mrs. is worried."

The politeness between husband and wife, Mrs. Jiang has long been used to it, she sat next to the desk, took out a soup cup from the food box, and put it in front of Zhou Dan.

"It's late at night, and the concubine thinks about it...... Grandpa didn't have much for dinner, so he boiled this bowl of venison porridge, husband, use some while it's hot."

Glancing at the warm and empathetic lady, Zhou Dan nodded, "Okay, thank you madam!"

Zhou Dan lowered his head and drank porridge, pretending not to see the burning gaze staring at him.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, and Zhou Dan deliberately changed the topic and asked, "Recently, what is going on in the house?"

Mrs. Jiang looked at Zhou Dan affectionately, and said in a coquettish voice: Everything is fine in the house, in ten days, Yimaya should give birth, the concubine has been arranged, and the grandfather can rest assured, but ...... That...... Saucer ...... It's even more crazy, grandpa ......".

Zhou Dan threw down the soup spoon and said unhappily: "Madam, ...... in the future Hugh was mentioning her, and it was ...... For the last time".

"Yes!"

Mrs. Jiang only responded, knowing that her husband had always been the same, and he seemed weak on the outside, but he was stubborn and tenacious on the inside.

Zhou Dan is a decent gentleman, able to put himself in everyone's shoes, and is very generous to his subordinates, but he refuses to forgive Die'er.

Since Die'er played her wrist, Xiao Wu was whipped, and Xiao Wu was doomed after that.

Zhou Dan was a scholar, and when he was also angry in his bones, he blamed Xiao Wu and his own misfortune on Die'er, the initiator, although he married her according to Brother Wang's proposal, but he said that he would not see Die'er in this life, so he really resolutely did not see Die'er.

Poor Butterfly, I can't even see Zhou Dan's face, let alone anything else.

A charming young woman was ruthlessly refrigerated by Zhou Dan, doomed to the tragic end of a lonely old man's life.

"Grandpa...... Am I beautiful?...... Grandpa, concubine, let's change your clothes...... Grandpa, you killed that little slave, grandpa...... Hee-hee, grandpa is so bad......"

The miserable Butterfly was finally driven crazy, and all day long in her own courtyard, she was crazy and talking nonsense, and even the maids who served her became more and more disgusted with her.

Is it a momentary loss, a bitter fruit?

Or is it the destiny chart of fate, which has already set this step?

Who can see clearly the involvement, cause and effect, and who can tell clearly?

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