Legend has it that the dragon is a divine beast, which can be moved above the nine heavens, and can swim in the four seas, with boundless mana, changing shapes, a horizontal force, can be overwhelming, the scale armor of the whole body, all evil can not invade, but there is a piece of reverse scale on the body, touch it will be angry, and the thorn will die, this reverse scale is the only weakness of the dragon and the only secret of the dragon. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is a secret in everyone's heart, this secret may not have been mentioned to anyone, maybe until the moment of death, he himself has not discovered it, but this secret is like the scale on the dragon's body, it will be angry if it touches it, and it will kill if it is pierced.

Seventeen had such a secret in his heart, and when he discovered this secret, Seventeen knew that he was finished, and this was the biggest flaw in his body, and the only flaw in him.

It was a woman, a lark-like woman.

Fate is really strange sometimes, a dull man, a man who can't say a few words a day, and one day meets a woman who never shuts up, and the two can stick together like honey.

Seventeen knew that he couldn't be like this, he couldn't be like this, he was a killer, a killer cultivated by the Du family since childhood, and he must not have the feelings of ordinary people, but at this time of the day, he would always carefully avoid all the people, and involuntarily came to the small pavilion in Bianheben, expecting her to appear.

She will appear, every day she will appear, whether it is windy or rainy. When the two met, in fact, most of the time, she was talking, Seventeen was listening, and she listened carefully word by word.

"Seventeen, don't you really have a name, don't you even have a surname?" asked the lark-like man.

"No!" replied Seventeen indifferently, he had used many names, but they were not his names, they were just symbols used to hide people's ears for the time being, just like clothes, and if they had been used, they should be thrown away, only the code name "Seventeen", who had been following him since he was sensible, and he didn't want to lie to her.

"It's strange," she pouted, "there are people in the world who don't have a surname, no name, only a number, you can't be your father's seventeenth son, are you? What about your parents? Didn't they tell you? And your relatives, don't they have a surname?"

"I don't know!" he had followed the Lord for as long as he could remember, and he could not find the slightest trace of his parents, let alone relatives, in his memory. In his heart, there was only one person who could be trusted, and that was the Lord, what the Lord asked him to do, he never asked why, and he didn't care if it was right or wrong, even if he died, he had to complete it, and for the sake of the Lord, he could kill anyone.

And now, a lark flew into his world, and there was only one right thing to do, and that was to kill her, but he couldn't do it anyway.

"Thousands of hammers and steel, turned into finger wrapping. Seventeen, do you know how dangerous this is?" Nineteen's figure appeared in front of him, and said to him, "You can't do it, I'll help you!"

The murderous aura, the rich murderous aura, covered the nineteen, nineteen's face was a little flustered, and he said urgently: "Just kidding, why be so serious, you person, really, it's boring!"

"Seventeen, what's wrong with you?" the lark said in horror, Nineteen's figure disappeared, and the murderous aura that permeated the surroundings dissipated.

"Seventeen, what's wrong with you just now, it's so scary!" The lark was shocked, with a little panic on his face, and said with a smile: "It's okay now!"

Seventeen raised his hand, wanting to caress her jade-like face, and half an inch away from that delicate face, Seventeen's hand stopped, and then slowly lowered, his lips moved slightly, and after all, he didn't say a word.

"Red windmill, take a turn, come to my house;

Ask for a good harvest, the rain falls, and the flowers are not afraid of ......" (Note 2)

The lark hummed a children's song, but in Lingnan slang.

The lark looked up at Seventeen, his eyes seemed to be a little resentful, and he smiled: "This is a children's song that my mother-in-law often sang when I was a child, my mother-in-law is a southerner, and most people can't understand it." Seventeen, do you understand?"

Seventeen nodded, for more than ten years, he has traveled north and south, and where has he never been?

The lark was a little surprised, and then smiled and asked, "Does it sound good?"

Seventeen nodded again, and the lark said happily, "Then shall I sing the whole song to you?"

Seventeen nodded again, and the lark whispered:

"Red windmill, take a turn, come to my house;

Ask for a good harvest, the rain falls, don't be afraid of the flowers.

The saffron blooms, smile, come to my house;

The clouds are fluttering, listen to the wind, don't be afraid, baby.

When the moon is absent and the moon is full, it rains and snows to listen to the sky, and the reading is like a kite, not meeting, and there is a thread.

Red windmill, take a turn, come to my house;

If you are separated, the rain falls, don't be afraid.

The road is far from clear, I am looking at the stars, I am willing to take you to the road, the wind is quiet, and the changes can be seen clearly.

Red windmill, take a turn, come to my house;

If you are separated, the rain falls, don't be afraid;

Daddy and Mommy!"

"You kid, why are you so stubborn?" Feng Dao said, "Even if you find out who is behind the scenes? At this moment when the whole body is affected, how dare the imperial court act rashly? If you really find out who the person behind the scenes is, even if that person doesn't kill you, the court will kill you!"

"That's good, Brother Mo, what the teacher says, you do it, say so much to do, what responsibilities are, you can't bend the law, what nonsense, you are a little catcher, you have a fart duty, when the prime minister told you to leave it alone, you still stubbornly mouthed, teacher, punish him, punish him for copying the Analects a hundred times. Li Fengyun, who was copying at the desk, raised his head and said loudly, there was a mess of papers on the table.

"Grandpa!" suddenly a head poked out of the door, and looked into the study, if Seventeen was here, he must recognize that delicate face.

"It's Yuan'er! Everyone should be like everyone's girlfriends, always so hot, what will it be?" Feng Dao didn't speak, Li Fengyun pretended to teach him a lesson. Feng Dao coughed twice and did not speak.

Feng Yuan'er grinned, and didn't annoy him, took a piece of paper full of words, flipped through it and looked at it for a long time, and asked, "Brother Li, what are you drawing?

Li Fengyun was a little weak-hearted, peeked at Feng Dao, and said loudly: "I said Yuan'er, you disappear at this time every day, which little lover did you go on a date?"

Feng Yuan'er's face was flushed with shame, and she said, "Brother Li, what are you talking nonsense?" turned around and left, only walked out of the study, poked her head again, and said loudly: "Grandpa, Brother Li is perfunctory to you." "Then turn around and leave.

"Nonsense, when was Lao Tzu perfunctory?" Li Fengyun was furious.

Feng Dao was silent, walked over and picked up one casually, frowned, and said, "Fengyun, what words did you write here?"

"It's cursive!" Li Fengyun said triumphantly, "Liu Xiucai from Qingping Town thinks that my characters have become a family of their own, and they have the demeanor ......of everyone."

"Recopy, write words that people can understand, write carefully one horizontally and one vertically!" Feng Dao said sternly.

"Ah!" Li Fengyun screamed and begged, "Teacher, why don't you just beat me up! ”

"Playing boards, this idea is not bad!" Feng Dao nodded and said, "One word and one board, a total of three hundred and fifty-six thousand eight hundred boards, Liu Xiong, go find dozens of sturdy wooden sticks." ”

"Don't go!" Li Fengyun exclaimed urgently, "Am I not able to rewrite it?"

"Write clearly, if you make a mistake or miss a word, it's a board!" Feng Dao explained.

"Oh, I know!" Li Fengyun replied weakly, stared at Mo Qingyan with angry eyes, and shouted loudly: "Little monk, you remember with Lao Tzu, if you dare to investigate that bullshit case, Lao Tzu is not finished with you!"

Note 1: Emperor Min of the Later Tang Dynasty is Li Conghou, the last emperor, referring to Li Congke. Li Conghou was determined to cut down the feudal domain because of the self-respect of the troops in various places, but he forced Li Congke to rebel and lost the throne. In fact, Feng Dao's words were not finished, and later Shi Jingjiao borrowed Khitan soldiers and horses to enter Luoyang, forced Li Congke to death, and destroyed the Later Tang Dynasty, also because Li Congke was ready to cut the feudal domain, and moved Shi Jingjiao. Feng Dao was cautious by nature, and of course he didn't dare to mention this disgraceful past of the Later Jin Dynasty.

Note 2: Taken from the song "Windmill" in "Palace Scheming", the author likes this song more, so I used it.