Prince, who shall we kill today?

At dusk, Rong Xuechuan took his sword and went to the back garden to practice swords. After a while, a small head appeared at the door.

Rong Xuechuan glanced over there, and the little head immediately disappeared.

I saw a few flowers shaking their heads slightly, as if to say, no one has been here, my lord.

Rong Xuechuan continued to practice swords, starting from the simplest moves, and then gradually becoming more complex.The setting sun shone on his resolute face, dyed his brows some soft colors, the garden was quiet, only his shadow accompanied him.

After practicing for a while, he suddenly said, "Pour me a cup of tea."

Immediately a doll's voice sounded outside the garden gate: "Good!"

After a while, a little girl came tremblingly holding a tea tray, and the two maids followed her, and they only followed her outside the garden before retreating.When someone walked in, Rong Xuechuan took a look, half of the tea in the cup was spilled.

Rong Xuechuan originally wanted to pretend to be serious and criticize her a few words, teaching her to be prudent in doing things.Before he could get serious, the little girl made a move first.

The little girl put the tea tray on the table, picked up the teacup with both hands and handed it to him: "Grandpa, please drink tea."

Those big eyes were clear and bright, Rong Xuechuan's heart softened, and he didn't want to be serious immediately.

He took the teacup and drank it with his head up——

Very hot.

This kid is here to collect debts.

"Are you an idiot?!" He put down his teacup, grabbed the little girl's wrist, and saw that the palms of her hands were all red, and he became angry, "Didn't your mother teach you not to touch boiling water with your hands? It's too hot Your cup has to be wrapped in a cloth, remember?"

The little girl was frightened and cried in an instant, tears filled her eyes, but she didn't dare to let it fall, so she had to hold back her tears and replied seriously: "Remember it in July, grandpa!"

She remembered that she didn't answer the previous question, and quickly added: "My mother never taught me, she...she doesn't like me, and doesn't like to talk to me."

Rong Xuechuan didn't know whether the mother she was talking about was Bai Mengjun or Han Che.

If it was Han Che, it would be normal. Han Che lacked the care of his parents since he was a child, and has always hated children very much. It would be good if he didn't strangle this baby.

When Han Che was 14 years old, he quarreled with him, scolding him that he only had his two older brothers in his heart, and then yelled that he wanted to kill them all, so he beat him up.Rong Ze and Rong Ming found out about the matter, and they also went to beat Han Che up.Rong Xuechuan was about to die of anger, so he arrested them and beat them up again.Then the three of them were punished to kneel in the room and not allowed to eat.

He himself was so angry that he couldn't eat, and starved with him.

Not long after, Han Che ran to him again, knelt down in front of him and apologized to him, told him that he was just confused for a while, and would never hurt his two brothers, and begged him not to drive him out.

Han Che has been like this since he was a child. A moment ago, he was so arrogant that he wanted to go to heaven, but not long after, he cried and confessed.

Pointing at him for a while and shouting: "You are not my father! I don't have a father like you!"

After a while, he hugged his leg and cried softly, "Daddy... I was wrong, I was really wrong, please don't be angry, okay?"

Rong Xuechuan was always so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, but could only swallow back.

Ever since Han Che ran away with someone, he hadn't been as angry as before. In a flash, four years have passed.

It's been four years, I don't know if Han Che has grown taller.

The old father was still thinking about the height of his youngest son, when the little girl in front of him suddenly pulled his sleeves.

The little girl pointed to the person standing in the yard, and said softly: "Grandpa, he said 'Hello'."

Rong Xuechuan raised his head and saw the person whom he had met once.

Xue Man's master.

Rong Xuechuan's demeanor was natural, without unnecessary reaction, but said to the little girl: "I will call you Grandpa from now on, remember?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "July remember, grandpa."

Rong Xuechuan said again: "From today on, your name is Rong Xiaoxi, not Qiyue anymore."

"Ah?" The little girl blinked and asked in a childish voice, "How should I write it, Grandpa?"

Rong Xuechuan dipped in the tea, wrote these three words stroke by stroke on the tea tray, and then said to Xiaoxi: "Go and write your name a hundred times."

"Hey!" The little girl hurriedly ran to the study.

After she left, Rong Xuechuan lazily looked at the people in the yard.

"Hello." He asked flatly, "What's the matter?"

Yuan Qionghua said: "I don't understand Che'er's illness."

"You have a heart." Rong Xuechuan said: "Just look at it casually, forget it if you don't understand it."

Yuan Qionghua shook her head, meaning no.

But obviously Rong Xuechuan was too lazy to figure out what he meant, and started to change the subject.

He asked, "How did Xue Man's father die?"

Yuan Qionghua said: "You."

"I killed it?" Rong Xuechuan thought for a while, nodded, and admitted.

That person's life can indeed be counted on his head, there is nothing wrong with it.

Rong Xuechuan said again: "He mentioned me to you?"

Yuan Qionghua nodded.

Rong Xuechuan: "What are you talking about me?"

Yuan Qionghua: "Exchange."

"Okay." Rong Xuechuan got up and led him to his study.

He dragged out a box: "It's all in there."

Yuan Qionghua opened the box, and there was a box full of manuals in it, with different handwriting and different contents.He casually flipped through a few books and found that they were the records of various doctors treating Han Che. They were very detailed, and various inferences were also written in it, which was of great reference value for him.

He fulfilled the agreement and said to Rong Xuechuan: "The poem is well written."

"What did he say?"

"Ah."

"Any more?"

"exchange."

"I have nothing to exchange."

"Goodbye."

"Wait." Rong Xuechuan called people to stop.

Yuan Qionghua turned her head.

Rong Xuechuan looked at him, and said again: "Forget it. You can go."

Yuan Qionghua took the box and left.

He went outside and was stopped by Rong Ze.

Rong Ze looked at a fallen leaf on the ground and asked in a low voice, "How is he?"

Yuan Qionghua was puzzled: "Who?"

Rong Ze said awkwardly: "Who else?"

Yuan Qionghua was too lazy to waste time with him, so he raised his leg and passed.

"Hey!" Rong Ze followed and said anxiously, "Han Che."

Yuan Qionghua replied briefly: "I'm going to die."

Rong Ze froze on the spot and didn't keep up.

In the study room, Rong Xuechuan closed the door, studied ink and picked up a pen, and began to write articles.

He wrote a long mourning essay in memory of an old man.

From twilight to four together, writing to the dark sky and the earth.

From dusk and darkness to dawn and dawn.

When the lamp burned out, he finally wrote it.Thousands of words are eloquently written, and the paper is spread all over the room.

He wanted to burn it to that person directly, but was afraid that he would not accept it.

He wants to find a place to compile and collect it for future generations to see, but what's the point of showing it to future generations?Or burn it.

But—such a good article, it's a pity to burn it.

In the end he decided to choose a name and find a place to publish it.But he thought of more than a dozen names, but he was worried that Han Che would find out that it was him, and then announce it to the world.So he took the box and locked the stack of papers, so he didn't dare to send them out.