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Xie Chong died.

The death caught Qinghe by surprise.

When Xie Miao ran to the mountain to pass the letter, he was still dizzy, now he walked to the gate of Liuwang Mansion, the words Xie Miao said to him on the mountain before, every word was hit again and again. on his head.

"My prince met a bandit on the way back from Mocheng."

"My prince, in order to protect the right minister, fought those people with guns."

"My prince was in an ambush, and those people hid and shot in the back."

"Neither my prince nor the right minister came back."

"The corpse of my prince..."

Well, don't say any more.

I don't really want to hear it right now.

Qinghe stepped into the newly built mourning hall, Xie Chong and his beloved wife were sobbing softly on one side.Qinghe glanced at her, only felt his calves twitching, he raised and lowered this step, how should he take that step, and where should he go.

Should I just wait a little longer and wake up?

"Go and see your brother for the last time." Xie Chong and his beloved wife spoke in a very low voice.

However, "most", "back", "one" and "eye" shocked him so much that he didn't know where to go.

Where to look?

Is it the dark coffin that has been popping into my eyes since the beginning?

Qinghe tremblingly lifted the white cloth covering Xie Chong's head.

"Qinghe, look at what good things senior brother brought you."

"Qinghe, do you think this Fan Li is thinking too much?"

"Qinghe, how about taking over Tianen's arrogant and domineering temperament with senior brother?"

Qinghe only felt that his eyes were going black for a while, and slowly stood up straight while supporting the side of the coffin.

"Where's the prince?"

"Tian'en locked himself in the room and didn't want to come out." Xie Chong's beloved wife kept looking down at the lines on the floor tiles in a daze, "Go and see him for me."

When Qinghe walked to the door of Xie Tianen's house, he happened to meet a few servants in the yard, holding a few long poles and beating down the pink flowers on the acacia tree. That's right.

Qinghe lowered his head and saw a food box on the ground in front of Xie Tianen's door, so he stretched out his hand to hook the food box away, and said softly into the crack of the door: "My lord, Qinghe is here."

There was only the sound of clothes rubbing against each other in the room.

"Master, you should not come in now."

Hearing that Xie Tianen's voice was full of tears, it was no longer brisk as before, Qinghe felt a hand tightly grasping his heart, and kept pulling it down.

"Tianen, I am the same as you, and your father watched you grow up. So, I feel your grief."

Before the words were finished, the door was opened from the inside, Xie Tianen rushed out from the door, and plunged into Qinghe's arms, hitting Qinghe's chin with the corner of his forehead.

"Master, I don't have a father anymore."

Qinghe freed up a hand to caress Xie Tianen's forehead that hit his chin.

"The son still has his mother, A Miao, and me."

Qinghe only felt that his shoulders were wet. Xie Tianen loved face since he was a child, and now he definitely didn't want others to see him in a mess, so he walked around Xie Tianen and wanted to walk into the house.As soon as he moved, Xie Tianen hugged him even tighter.

"Master must not leave Tianen again."

"Never leave, never leave." Qinghe patted Xie Tianen's arm, "Let's go to the room and talk slowly."

Hearing this, the young man let go of his hand, and Qinghe walked around him into the house, while reaching out to close the door.

The room was in a mess, the crystal curtain was torn off, beads rolled all over the place, the inkstone tray on the desk fell to the ground, ink was blackened on the blanket, and there were scattered pieces of porcelain everywhere.

This is how Xie Chong expressed his resistance to Xie Tianen, whom Xie Chong mentioned in his letter.

Qinghe found a clean piece beside the recliner and sat down with Xie Tianen in his arms.

"Senior brother is kind and charitable, and hates evil like hatred. It must be the god who took your father away and asked him to go to the sky to become a god."

"Master, I want to avenge my father."

"...And then?" The sound of servants working together to put white cloth on the acacia tree came from outside, and Qinghe felt a little relieved when he heard it.

"Then... I will hang those people on the city gate, drain their blood one by one, make their meat into jerky, grind their flesh and bones, and then throw them into the sea, so that they will die without a place to bury them." , let the whole world see their end."

Qinghe did not expect Xie Tianen to have such a bloody side in his heart, but when he is angry, he can say anything.

"If the prince finds those bandits, remember to tell Qinghe. Qinghe can also help the prince."

. . .

When Qinghe returned to the mountain at night, Mo Fang was not in the house, so Qinghe sat in his room and waited for him until midnight, when it started to rain on the mountain, Mo Fang stepped into the door wrapped in a cold air.

"Why are you here?"

"Wait for you."

"What are you waiting for me?" Mo was indescribably gloomy.

"Wait until you tell me how my senior brother died." The man sitting under the lamp narrowed his long eyes and stared at him.

Mo Fang sighed heavily, his eyes were replaced by sadness.

"What did my senior brother say in the letter to you before?"

Mo Fang took out the letter paper from his pocket: "You can read it yourself."

No wonder I didn't find it after looking around just now, it turned out that he had been carrying it with me all the time.

Qinghe took the letter paper, pulled out the letter paper, and when he was about to open it, Mo Fang said from the side: "You just read it and read it. In the future, you can pretend that you don't know, or... I think you should pretend It's better not to know."

"Life and death have been seen a lot since I was young, and I don't feel much. I didn't expect to be old and old, and the white-haired person gave the black-haired person." Mo Fang's voice was indescribably obscure, and he walked out of the room while shaking his head, " It's hard..."

Qinghe's Adam's apple moved up and down, and finally he opened the letter, and Xie Chong's powerful official script fluttered in front of him.

"Master, my disciple going to Mocheng to meet the right-hand man may be very dangerous, but this disciple has to go.

Everyone in the court stared at the right minister with evil intentions, but the apprentice couldn't feel at ease and put himself out of it.The friendship between the right relative and the apprentice is even worse than that of the master. When my mother and concubine were framed, my father wanted to sink me and my mother and concubine into the moat. It was the right minister who turned the tide and saved my mother and son in distress.

A few years ago, in order to ease the situation between the DPRK and China, the right minister took the initiative to ask for orders to go to Mocheng to quell the epidemic. Now that he is about to return after the expiration of the period, that person is afraid that Xie Chong will be like a tiger with wings added.I got a secret report in the morning, saying that the right minister will die on the way.

Master, how do you let Xie Chong sit idly by?

Now there is one more thing, a few years ago I asked someone to find the doctor who treated me, just to get this person's secret prescription again, so that my partner and I could make up a word "good", who knows Return to life and say that there is no such person.I became suspicious, so I sent spies to investigate, but after a round of investigation, I returned to Mingji City. "

When Qinghe saw this, he felt as if there was a rush of energy in his chest, and his hands trembled, so he took a few breaths and rested for a while before continuing to look down.

"That man was not the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, he wasn't even a doctor. He was assassinated after leaving the palace. The one who bought his life was the one sitting in the palace.

Now that the matter has come to this, what else can Xie Chong do?Turning against him, abandoning He'er and Tian'en?Then Xie Chong is the one who intends to rebel, what will happen to He'er?What will happen to Tianen?

Tian En hates evil when he urinates, and most of the troubles he has caused in these years are because he can't understand what other people do. I feel relieved and sad at the same time.I am pleased that this child is a good child, but I am worried that when he grows up, he will act impulsively and make big mistakes. At that time, Xie Chong would not be able to sleep peacefully even in Jiuquan.If one day, Tian En is stuck in a quagmire, I hope Master can help him out.

The only complaint is that Xie Chong didn't see through it at the beginning, and hastily missed more than [-] years of time.

Xie Chong is still worried about Qinghe, fearing that he will never be able to talk to him again.

. . . . . . "

The air finally surged into Qinghe's throat, and Qinghe coughed heavily while lying on the table.

You have considered everything for others, so what about yourself?Qinghe just wanted to grab Xie Chong by the collar and question him seriously.

Xu Qinghe coughed for too long, and Mo Fang became a little scared after coughing, so he hurried in and pulled him up from behind, and saw a large drop of water falling on the table.

Standing in Qinghe, Mo Fang stretched out his hand to give him a pat on the back: "Everything has a definite order, and nothing can be forced."

"You, cough cough...why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Let you go after the idiot, do you have a companion on the way to Huangquan?" Mo Fang walked to the table and sat down, poured a bowl of water for Qinghe, and pushed it in front of him, "The king wants the minister to die, but the minister has to die."

Broken candlelight was rippling in the bowl, somehow Qinghe thought of the plum wine he drank when he first entered the Six Princes' Mansion, was the candlelight in the wine cup also so broken?

"What did my brother do wrong?"

"That's a lot. Possess unique skills, be bold and careful, make many friends, have a heart for the world, be compassionate to the people, have outstanding military exploits, be supported by others, and make great achievements."

Qinghe sighed and stretched out his hands to cover his face: "How should I face the prince in the future?"

Mo Fang pulled Qinghe's hand off, looked at the red blood in Qinghe's eyes, and said word by word: "God knows, earth knows, you know, I know, the one with the crown knows, the weeping girls in the six princes' mansion I know, but thank God I don’t know.”

"..."

"If you don't want him to know, just pretend to be the same as before."