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"Impossible!" Zhao Jing yelled angrily, with red threads in his eyes.

How could the Tiance Army arrive now?Shouldn't they be in Shangyong?Shangyong is [-] miles away from Beijing, even if it is a quick march, it is impossible to reach it!Zhao Jing only thought of one sentence repeatedly in his mind, the sky will kill me, the sky will kill me!

He was furious for a moment, and when he saw Zhao Xu standing in front of him calmly and furiously, he raised his sword and stabbed at him.The body in front of him was like a ghost, when he clearly thought he could stab it, he dodged outwards and dodged it.Zhao Jing was stunned, holding the sword for a while, but forgot to move.He didn't know that Zhao Xu's martial arts were so high. He only slept for a few hours a day, and practiced swords under the moonlight every night. Lost.

He didn't know who Zhao Xu studied under before, but it happened that he also learned swords.Since the farewell to Qishan, Zhao Xu has been trained by his master, and he has refocused on martial arts, and spends a few hours every day practicing swordsmanship.Before this, he had absolutely no confidence that he could dodge this sword, but now, he was able to do so with ease.

Zhao Jing stared at Zhao Xu with bloodshot eyes, and saw the most hateful expression on his face - pity!He is actually pitying himself now!

Being told at the last moment that it was all for naught is the hardest thing to take.Zhao Jing's eyes were fierce, like Shura crawling out of hell, but his body was like petrification, he couldn't even hold his sword, and fell to the ground with a ding dong.

He stared closely at those Tiance soldiers in silver armor and red shirts, and took that look deeply into his heart. This was the whole reason for his failure.Someone came here again, still in silver armor and red shirt, but instead of a long spear, it was a pitch-black Tang saber gleaming with cold light.The blade is like autumn water, but it is blood-colored autumn water.

It's Jiang Yunya.

Zhao Jing laughed in his heart, laughing at himself, he only knew that Jiang Yunya and Zhao Xu had a close relationship, but unexpectedly, for Zhao Xu's sake, he could still resist the order.Everything was figured out in just a short moment, where was the Tiance Army flying back with wings, obviously never gone far.It has been raining heavily for the past few days, and the soldiers and civilians have closed their doors tightly. This not only gave them a chance to raise their troops, but also allowed them to hide their whereabouts under the cover of the rain.

Zhao Jing bent down slowly and picked up the long sword again.But he pointed the hilt of the sword at Zhao Xu, and the tip of the sword was pointed at himself.

"kill me."

He couldn't bear to be the loser, not even a point.

Zhao Xu took the sword, opened his lips lightly, and said, "Don't you want to know anymore? Brother." He said so many words before to delay time, but only this sentence, brother, was sincere.

Zhao Jing closed his eyes, "Say it."

Zhao Xu pointed the tip of the sword at his neck, glanced to the side, and said in a low voice, "Because, that was the order of my father..."

His eyelashes trembled violently, Zhao Jing wanted to open his eyes to see his expression now, but his eyes were already pitch black, with blood in his throat, and after another moment, he fell limply on the ground, breathing weakly.After that, I can no longer breathe.

The bright red blood slowly flowed on the jade board, and flowed to the corner of the couch not far away.Zhao Xu caught a glimpse of the fingers of the person on the couch moving slightly, and he looked out, meeting Jiang Yunya's eyes.

Everything is in one glance.

Tiance's army left, and Jiang Yunya closed the door behind him.

Zhao Xu walked over and looked at the waking father, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were as dark as the water of an abyss, boundless.

The emperor tilted his head and looked at him for a long time, two lines of muddy tears suddenly left in his eyes.

It turned out that he already knew everything... That incident was a thorn in his heart. When he dreamed back in the middle of the night, every time he thought about it, he was covered in sweat.

The blood clot that had accumulated for a long time was stuck in the emperor's throat, and he couldn't speak a word, he could only cry freely.

Zhao Xudao: "Father, I don't blame you." As a parent and son, how could he blame his father?

I don't blame you, it's just that I don't love you anymore.

Zhao Xu held his hand, which was already cold and felt like rough paper because of the dense wrinkles.As Zhao Xu held it like that, the light in the hall slowly dissipated, and the look in his eyes also slowly dissipated, until it was pitch black.

When the door of the temple was opened again, the rain had stopped, there was no moon, no stars, only the night wind roaring wantonly in the black.

Zhao Xu was dressed in a black robe, with black hair and a pale face.

He faced Tiance Erlang and Manchao Wenwu who were kneeling outside the hall, his voice was very clear in the silence.

Your Majesty, Yan Jia.

[The author has something to say: It's heavy, I just found out, I'm really sorry. 】