Xia Zhaoyi finally stopped and looked up at him: "Why?"
"Because, because," Pan Binhua's eyes turned red and he gasped, "the reason why the Crown Prince was bitten to death by Yan Qinglin is because the Crown Prince owes Yan Qinglin two lives!"
Lin De followed, also panting heavily, and looked at Pan Binhua.
Pan Binhua raised his hand to wipe away his tears and said: "The prince is still alive, but the court did not pursue the case because someone died for the prince. After they rescued the prince at that time, Yan Qinglin's eldest brother Yan Mozhang was imprisoned in his place. Finally,
Among those who were beheaded was Yan Qinglin’s son, who took the place of the young master of the Duke’s Mansion, and Yan Qinglin personally carried him away!”
Looking at Xia Zhaoyi's stunned look, Pan Binhua cried: "Because their faces looked different, my wife made them drink a lot of poison, which made their faces rotten and swollen beyond recognition. They were tortured in prison."
He was tortured for three or four days before being beheaded. Because he was afraid that the child would cry, Yan Qinglin poisoned his own son to become mute!"
Xia Zhaoyi blinked his eyes, feeling the wind and snow entering his throat, filling his stomach with sadness.
"That's why the prince can be controlled by Yan Qinglin, because the prince can't bear this kindness!" Pan Binhua burst into tears, "Miss Ali, don't go, really don't go."
Lin De was dumbfounded behind him. He had never heard anyone mention these things before, and Fang Guanyan never said a word about them.
He turned to the girl blankly and said: "Ali..."
After a long time, Xia Zhaoyi said: "I understand."
The voice was no different, just as calm as before. Listening to it in the cold wind, it was as cold as the wind.
"What about my brother?" Xia Zhaoyi asked again.
Lin De knew this and said: "I died of illness a year ago. My death was not painful and it was very peaceful."
Xu thought he was dead before, so now he felt less sad. Xia Zhaoyi nodded.
"Ah Li," Pan Binhua looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to go back now?"
have no idea……
She just wanted to go back. She didn't want to kill anyone. She really didn't like killing people. She just wanted to ask Yan Qinglin if he knew where his second brother had gone and why he was able to trap him in the attic.
Now she understands the reason, but she still wants to go back to find Yan Qinglin.
But after returning, she didn't know how to face it.
She felt deeply confused and confused again, making Xia Zhaoyi breathless.
After all, it is the debt of human life.
Even if the second brother doesn't want to accept this favor, he has already accepted it.
The wind and snow gradually became lighter, but the sky became darker. Far, far away on the horizon, there was a faint fire burning in the snow and fog.
Xia Zhaoyi turned around and walked forward, suddenly feeling unable to move forward and feeling uncomfortably heavy.
Lin De and Pan Binhua hurriedly caught up: "Little girl Ali, where are you going!"
"Look for my second brother." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"We will follow you!" Pan Binhua said, "Miss Ah Li, please take us with you."
"Okay." Xia Zhaoyi said.
…
…
As the skylight sinks, the mountains towering from heaven and earth on both sides of the long road seem to turn into ferocious beasts in the darkness, strange and sinister, eager to attack people.
A long queue with burning torches, thousands of golden lights like a long fire dragon, slowly swam from a distance in the gaze of the mountains.
Shuangjiang Palace has already prepared everything, and the fire is as bright as the sun. Led by Wei Sen, the young eunuch of the Young Mansion, Ji Changming, the head of the palace, and Fang Zigao, the guard of the palace, nearly a thousand people are waiting in front of the palace gate, waiting for the holy driver.
The open space is extremely vast, surrounded by a large pool of clear water. The water in the pool is clear and clear, reflecting the sparse shadows of the snowy trees. It is the boiling water that has been boiled since noon to irrigate the melted ice.
The surrounding guards were heavily guarded, but they were only on the ground. On the high mountain to the south of Shuangjiang Palace, two figures stood in the darkness and looked down.
"So grand," said the slightly immature young man's voice, "stinky and shameless."
"Why else would you want to be the emperor?" The old man next to him said with a smile, "Isn't it just for the grandeur?"
"Isn't it just power?" The young man sneered.
"Hahahaha..." the old man laughed.
If someone else said these six words, the old man would definitely feel that the other person was ignorant of the world, but when it came from this young man's mouth, the old man felt very comfortable.
"Didn't your master tell you that power is a useful thing?" the old man said.
"Master has never said whether it is useful or useless," the young man said, looking at the dragon swimming in the distance, "Master disdains it."
"Silly," the old man said, "Everyone has rights. If your master orders you to do something, and you obey him, this is right."
"This is different." The young man raised his eyes and said.
The old man smiled again, nodded, and said, "Yes, it's different."
"I won't mention these anymore, but," the young man looked at him, "Old Sect Leader Pei, you don't like power either, but today the emperor brought people here. If you want to get into the Yuanhe Sect, do you, the Sect Leader, want to go out?
Kneel down and bow in greeting?"
The old man suppressed a smile and looked at the lights.
"I'm afraid I have to go," he said. "When you live in this world, you will inevitably do one or two things that go against your will."
Having said this, he smiled and looked at the young man: "For me, there are only one or two things, but for most people, there are hundreds or thousands of things. Even poor and impoverished people will not be able to be independent throughout their lives. Do you know
Why? It’s the word ‘power’.”
"No," the young man said, "my master, everything he does is done according to his heart. No one can do anything to him."
"Because your master has the authority." the old man said.
The young man paused and raised his head curiously: "Sect Master, where are you? Where does my master get his power?"
"The power in your master's hands is not called power, it is called power, almighty."
"Mighty..."
"Those who are capable have power," the old man said, stroking his long white beard again, "You are right, your master disdains it. If he is willing, what can't he do?"
The young man looked at him dressed in white, frowned slightly, turned his eyes back to the bottom of the mountain, and said, "There are still some regrets in my master's heart."
The old man smiled lightly, patted the young man's thin shoulder and stopped talking.
The wind and snow howled, and the long team walked very slowly in the snow.
In order to avoid frost, snow or falling boulders on the mountain, the team's route should be closer to the foot of the mountain, so the distance traveled would be much longer.
Those who walk are exhausted, those who ride in cars are sleepy and bored. The bright Shuangjiang Palace in front seems to be a bright lamp, lighting up hope.
Shen Xu lifted the car curtain and looked at the Shuangjiang Palace at the end of the sky.
It's finally here.
Although he often travels, he has never been in a car for days and nights like this.
Not to mention, the carriage is very noisy, smelly and crowded now.
Lao Tong and Zhi Changle were not used to sleeping in the carriage, so they lay directly on the floor of the carriage and slept, snoring very loudly.
Shen Xu opened her unwashed mouth and sprayed out so much breath that she almost fainted.
Not to mention that Shen Lie came to ask for someone, Shen Xu felt that she couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to drive them away.
