Protector Mo, who was taken back to prison, had always had this half-dead attitude. After hearing Cui Yixiao's words, his lifeless eyes finally changed.
"...You actually know Ce Feng?" Protector Mo looked at Cui Yixiao, his eyes gradually becoming sharper, as if he wanted to find something out of him.
"It's only been twenty years since the Cefeng Army was disbanded. So what if someone remembers it."
Lu Hanjiang blocked Protector Mo's sight and looked down at him through the iron bars of the cell: "But I am more curious about why you, General Mo, have joined the Xuantian Sect. This seems to mean the imperial court is mean and ungrateful."
"The imperial court...hehe."
Protector Mo deliberately raised his tattooed face and sneered: "Isn't it just for fame and fortune? The imperial court treats me like this. If I don't join the Xuantian Sect, I might be waiting for you to pick off my head again.
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"Tsk, tsk, what the general said is a bit untrue. Even if you don't give face to the adults in the court, can you give face to your master?"
The playful words made Protector Mo change his expression slightly, and Lu Hanjiang's eyes seemed to be able to see through his mind: "With your status, if you just ran away, who would believe it?"
This is the fact. The Cefeng Army back then was too special. Among all the princes, only the former prince controlled such an army. How could Mo Tianyang, as the official arm of the prince, suddenly disappear without anyone noticing?
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The people in the imperial court and the former prince's forces are not willing to deal with them. Among the princes, who doesn't want to eradicate the problem? Even Qin Yu is in trouble. Who is going to let Mo Tianyang, such an important person, off easily?
Cui Yixiao also calmed down at this time, and said: "My lord, I remember that the newspaper in my hometown said that he died of illness while in exile. There must be officials from the DPRK and China to help with this matter. All we need to do is check the files from that year."
"it's useless."
Lu Hanjiang shook his head: "All the files related to the late prince have been sealed for more than 20 years. If you go to check the files, wouldn't it be a warning to others?"
Lu Hanjiang had thought about checking files for a long time. As early as two years ago, when the three Xuantian Sect assassins were arrested and one of them was recognized by Cui Yixiao as a possible member of the Cefeng Army, he wanted to go and check the records of that year.
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However, some thoughtful people have deliberately sealed all the relevant files in the same place. If someone checks the files, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of these people.
Lu Hanjiang took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the iron fence of the cell, looked at Protector Mo and said softly: "I have always been puzzled. How can you people hide their skills for twenty years?
The so-called grandson is actually able to gather so many helpers, from the court to the rivers and lakes, your people are everywhere."
Protector Mo did not speak, but deliberately avoided Lu Hanjiang's eyes.
Lu Hanjiang didn't care. He let go and turned around: "I thought you guys were crazy. You would rather bet on a baby's future than choose a ready-made prince. Even if they don't stand in line for the future,
He is indeed a wealthy man, but he would rather risk the consequences to rebel against the bandits. Now I understand a little bit. The gentlemen in the court are all masters who will not let go of rabbits or hawks. To persuade them, I can only convince them with the help of a feather, Your Highness.
Not nearly enough, right?"
The dancing flames from the torch fell on Protector Mo's uncertain face. He lowered his head tightly and his hand covering his broken arm made a creaking sound.
"Tell me, did the prince really die in the assassination attempt twenty years ago?"
Lu Hanjiang didn't know whether he was asking a question or talking to himself. Protector Mo's lowered eyes flashed with a trace of deep fear. Cui Yixiao stood like a tree, stiff and afraid to say a word.
The meaning expressed by these words is self-evident. Lu Hanjiang strode out of the dungeon, leaving only a dull instruction: "Watch him, don't let this man die."
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The sun is shining high, and you can look far into the distance. On one side, you can see the sky covered with snow and white, and on the other side, it is like spring all year round, with birds singing and flowers blooming. This is the Valley of Death, which is known as a wonder in the world.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan picked an unknown flower and placed it on the top of the tombstone. There was not much sadness on her face, even though it was her dear brother buried here...or was it her father?
There was not a single word written on the flat tombstone, and only the Jade Tower Sword beside the tomb proved his identity. Only a handful of loess was used to bury this powerful head of the Huangfu family.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan was lost in thought while looking at the tombstone. A little girl not far away ran up from the hillside holding an oil paper package like the wind, showing her teeth that were still changing, and called her name sweetly: "Sister, Valley Master Brother asked me to bring you food."
"Thanks."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan took the oil paper bag from the little girl's hand. This child is the medicine boy in the Valley of Death. Her innocent look is so endearing. If she hadn't known that the master they were serving was Di He, that child The magic poison master known as the Hundred Poison Man might really think that this place is some kind of paradise.
After serving herself a meal, the little girl skipped away. That was not cold-blooded, but because of her age and experience, she didn't understand what life and death meant, and she didn't know why people should be buried in the soil.
To be truly cold-blooded and ruthless, I'm afraid it should be me, Huangfu Xiaoyuan thought.
After Huangfu Yushu's death, apart from feeling shocked and puzzled, she did not feel so strong sadness or heart-rending pain. After a day, she even felt a little bit like this.
I just don't know why, but thinking about him lying alone in the tomb, Huangfu Xiaoyuan would shed tears involuntarily.
"Just wipe it."
A familiar voice rang in her ears, and what was handed to her was a silk handkerchief embroidered with poppies. Huangfu Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw Lu Hanjiang looking at her with a smile.
"How could you..." At that moment, Huangfu Xiaoyuan was slightly absent-minded.
"The maze arrangement of Baiduweng is not bad, but it is a blinding method after all, and it is far inferior to the real secret technique of the mechanism."
Lu Hanjiang took Huangfu Xiaoyuan's hand, stuffed the silk handkerchief into her hand, gathered her fingers and held them tightly: "I never lend my shoulders to others, so just use this to make do."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan has long been used to the incomprehensible attitude of the man in front of her. She tried to break away her hand with some resistance, and said stubbornly: "I'm not crying...it's just the wind and sand... ..."
"Save it."
Lu Hanjiang forcefully grabbed her hand and held the silk tightly, and said in a sad tone: "Your eldest brother... Huangfu Yushu may be the last person in the world who is brooding about your 'death', and for this reason The one who keeps searching.”
After the words fell, Huangfu Xiaoyuan raised her head in confusion. She seemed to suddenly realize something, her eyes quickly filled with tears, and all the belated sadness rushed into her heart in an instant.
After understanding what loss really means, all the good memories in the past have become poisonous spikes, and every fragment is painful torture.
"If you are worried about your eldest brother being lonely underground, why not send your sister down to stay with him."
Their eyes met, and Lu Hanjiang's smile was reflected in Huangfu Xiaoyuan's dazed eyes. At that moment, the girl's pure white heart was tainted with the color of madness.
The mind after collapse is fragile. Lu Hanjiang's words are like a long rope thrown to Huangfu Xiaoyuan in the abyss. This is the only hope that appears in the darkness. She is helpless, unable to control herself, and can only choose
Hold it, even if beneath its exterior of redemption lies hatred.