Jiang Sui knew that he was going to die, but he calmed down, changed his previous honest appearance, and there was a little more ridicule in his eyes: "Do you know what is called the grace of knowledge?"

"I don't know. The boy in Tsing Yi smiled faintly, "I only know that without that person, there would be no you who can live until now." Everything you have, he gave you. All I know is that he saved your life, but ten years later, you were humiliated to death in every way, and there are no bones left. Compared to him, what can Mao Heng give you?"

Jiang Sui wanted to refute, but was speechless for a while.

The man on top plummeted, and he thought he could watch all his arrogance be shattered and lose face, but no. Even though his skills were exhausted and he collapsed in the mud, the man still had a teasing face, his eyes were shallow, and his white cheeks were pale but calm without a trace of waves. That look, as if everything that happened was none of his business. He gazed calmly at his own sarcasm, like a child's childish nonsense.

Even though he was pushed down from his high position, he was still looking down as before, unable to raise his head. Not because he was too high, but because he was always too low and too low...... So low that I would never dare to meet those eyes.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, Jiang Sui still understood. His fifth brother, the palace master of the puppet palace, has never looked down on his brother. It has always been himself who looks down on him.

Until the end, that person did not scold, did not cry and beg, did not sneer and ridicule. Even, there is no blame for them. He just watched them silently, just as he sat under the tree with a book in his arms and watched with a smile when he was a young man practicing martial arts. watched their joys and sorrows, watched their laughter and sorrows, and silently shared everything for them, but did not say anything.

His calm ...... It was because he had already expected the day when the brothers would turn against each other. However, he would never have expected that after his death, his son and the old ministry would also be killed. If he knew such an outcome, how could he leave his young son, who knew nothing about the future, in the palace and die alone? How could he be willing to let his subordinates be slaughtered because of his own death?

That person, who is obviously as hard as iron, why should he make concessions when life and death are at stake?

If he doesn't die...... Why did you have to live for so many years with such guilt?

The boy in Tsing Yi looked at him, and there was no joy or sorrow on his face, and there was no anger. The great revenge was avenged, but he did not rejoice in it, nor did he remember it with his thoughts. Light blue clothes, tall posture, and a flat expression......

Jiang Sui took a deep breath and laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's really like." He looked up at him and asked, "You're not going to ask me anything before I die?"

The boy in Tsing Yi shook his head: "No." ”

Jiang Sui asked in surprise, "Why?"

The boy in Tsing Yi looked at him quietly for a while, and then said softly: "I'm afraid that if I ask, I will be soft-hearted." ”

"Are you soft-hearted?" Jiang Sui smiled thoughtfully, "It seems that you haven't changed much." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi smiled lightly: "It's much better." ”

Jiang Sui said "oh": "That's good." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi was silent for a moment and asked, "Can you tell me where those drawings are?"

Jiang Sui sighed lightly: "In the Candle Hall." ”

"Candle Hall?" the young man in Tsing Yi frowned violently, and his tone was a little sharper, "Why are you in Candle Hall?"

Jiang Sui licked his chapped lips and nodded: "Yes, in the Candle Hall." Back then, the second brother planned to seize power, and he was the one who borrowed from the candle hall. Of course, at that time, the Candle Hall was not called the Candle Hall, it was just a small killer organization, dozens of people. However, the internal force practiced by their hall master Xue was a rare extremely cold internal force in the rivers and lakes, and the puppet demon practiced by the second brother could freeze the other party's meridians in an instant. Even if you have strong internal force, you will be caught off guard, and even be directly abolished from martial arts. The reward that the second brother promised to Xue Lian was the blueprint and a center of the Vermilion Bird Palace's Guardian Beast. And I did see the second brother hand over the things to Xue Lian. ”

For the first time, the smile on the face of the boy in Tsing Yi disappeared completely, the flatness in his eyes was replaced by coldness, and the fingers hidden in his sleeves slowly clenched, and his knuckles gurgled. Seeing this, the shadow couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to persuade him. When the boy in Tsing Yi heard the footsteps, he raised his hand to signal that he didn't need to come, and said lightly: "Don't worry, I won't be so easy to get angry." ”

The shadow hesitated for a moment, then slowly retreated back into place, without further persuasion.

The young man in Tsing Yi raised his head and took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his anger, and his voice returned to indifference: "Where is the candle hall?

Jiang Sui shook his head: "You should also know that this matter is almost the responsibility of the second brother, and I don't know much." But what I can be sure of is that Suzaku's drawings are definitely in the hands of Xue Lian. ”

The boy in Tsing Yi asked rhetorically, "Sure?"

Jiang Sui knew that he didn't believe it, so he spread his hands: "It's been twelve years, what is it that I have disfigured myself and pretended to be stupid and hiding in the beggar gang? After all, it's not because my second brother can't tolerate me, right......?" Jiang Sui sighed again, and didn't say much: "That's all I can do for him." ”

The young man in Tsing Yi squinted, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry or scrutinizing: "You still call Lu Chuhan 'second brother', but you don't want to call the person you live up to the most 'fifth brother'?"

Jiang Sui asked leisurely: "Didn't you call him 'father' since just now?"

The boy in Tsing Yi's expression fluctuated slightly, and then regained his composure: "I don't scream because I don't deserve it." ”

Jiang Sui moved his body and sat more comfortably: "Even you say that you are not worthy, so don't you think I am even less worthy of calling him 'Fifth Brother'?" Or do you think it is better for me to call him 'Palace Master'?"

The boy in Tsing Yi was silent.

Jiang Sui closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of exhaustion: "It's been twelve years, and I don't want to judge what I've done." And you, the one who should take revenge, is not me. There are five of us, only me and Yunkai are left. If you want to know anything, just ask him and he will tell you. Also, the chief helmsman of the beggar gang, there is a mechanism under the bed in my room, and inside is the remnant of the drawings of the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast that I drew from memory. ”

The young man in Tsing Yi frowned slightly and motioned for him to continue.

Jiang Sui said: "There is only one drawing of the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast, and it is in Xue Lian's hands. After all these years, they must have created a trap beast. So, how Suzaku ends depends on what you're going to do. ”

The boy in Tsing Yi asked, "What's in it for you? If you don't hand over the remnants, I won't ask you again." ”

Jiang Sui shrugged: "If you don't give it to you, it will only rot slowly there." Even if it's a little forgiveness, by the way, take it as a reward for letting me die in this capacity. ”

The boy in Tsing Yi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he never said it, just turned around and said softly: "Shadow, go." The shadow nodded silently and followed.

"Wait a minute!" the young man in Tsing Yi paused, but did not turn back, standing upright, waiting for Jiang Sui's words.

Jiang Sui touched his face, and the corners of his lips were a little bitter: "If I hadn't been clever enough to lead so many beggars down the mountain on the right path, wouldn't you have discovered my identity?"

The boy in Tsing Yi was noncommittal: "If you don't die for a day, I will look for it for a day." ”

Jiang Sui's eyes showed a hint of self-deprecation: "I underestimated you like that at the beginning, it was really a bit of a mistake." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi sneered: "What I can pay is far greater than you can imagine." Don't be naïve. "No longer stop, stride out. As when he came, his pace was light and steady, and he couldn't see any change in mood.

Emotions are invisible, or are emotions really abandoned?

It's not that the emotions are not revealed, but that the changes in emotions are too flat.

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Ren Gongzi ......

Ren Gongzi, the slave family has been waiting for you for a long time.

Ren Gongzi, this is my best disciple, Feng Qiong.

"Feng Qiong? The man who was too tall reached out and touched her hair, and the movement was very light and the voice was pleasant.

The face that is not very clear remains in the memory even less, so little that it is no longer possible to outline the general shape. However, he had very beautiful hands, with slender joints, fair skin, and neatly trimmed nails. These hands are dexterous and light. Very light means...... He didn't make a sound when he took and put things, as gently as he treated a peerless treasure, just like the power he put on his head.

I vaguely remember that he was very young, probably not yet thirty years old, but I heard him say that he already had four sons, the youngest of whom was about the same age as me. Eight-year-old son and three older brothers...... How old is that Ren Gongzi?

All the memories of him are only the silhouette of the scroll in the shade under the trees in this small courtyard, vague and silent. Also, the master occasionally peeked from a distance, and then looked at the heads of the sisters who were shouting that they wanted to marry Ren Gongzi and laughed helplessly.

A man who became a father ran to this place where Yingying Yanyan came to read a book...... What a strange person.

"It's really weird...... Feng Qiong muttered and woke up from her dream, with cold tears still flowing out of the corners of her eyes.

Feng Qiong raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touched the wetness in the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't help but feel slightly stunned.

Why?

Because a person who has almost disappeared from memory, shed tears?

Or is it not worth it because of the master who is waiting in front of the window for someone who will never come again?

Love is really nowhere to escape.

Feng Qiong slowly stood up, walked to the window and pushed open the window, looking up slightly at the full moon that was exceptionally bright tonight.

What can make a woman who is in her teenage years willing to stay in the land of smoke and willows, hide her peerless appearance, and collect her unparalleled talents, and wait for ten years. Ten years of Fanghua is just exchanged for an obsessive gaze from afar, and I dare not speak or ask for extravagance.

Ten years of youth, the intelligence network that has been painstakingly developed all over the small half of the rivers and lakes is waiting for a piece of death and a willow tree that died for no reason.

Is it worth it?

Feng Qiong stretched out her hand and let the moonlight pour on her porcelain white palm, a wry smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Whether it's worth it or not, who can tell?

I can't bear to let the Master's efforts go to waste, so I continue to follow the Master's footsteps in this way?

"Gongzi and Ren Gongzi, what is the relationship?" Feng Qiong shook the hair on his chest behind him and muttered.

A touch of white, a touch of cyan, can't overlap at all.

Maybe...... I heard it wrong and thought about it too much.

If it weren't for Master's hard waiting, how could he have remembered the very few times a son surnamed Ren had arrived? What's more, there were so many young sons with the surname Ren in the world? Why did he think that the "Ren Gongzi" that Jiang Sui exclaimed in surprise was the one he knew?

For no reason.

Feng Qiong's jade palm clenched slightly, and secretly said in his heart: "Jiang Sui, Gongzi, and Ren Gongzi, I only know the three of them. Either way, send someone to find out tomorrow. ”