"Baby, do you know what I envy you the most?" Feng Hai pushed the empty wine jar aside and asked with a smile.
Sanlang raised his finger and pointed at his nose, "Envy me? What do I have to envy? Grandma's! Apart from being younger than you, an immortal, there is nothing to envy."
"No!" Feng Hai reached out and took back the jug of wine he had prepared before, turning it slowly in his hand, "I envy your luck."
Luck?
Talking about this Saburo makes me want to cry even more! Damn it! Where is the luck? If there was any luck, I wouldn't go to the company and be taken to this damn place by that bullshit machine.
"I hate it the most when people tell me about my luck." Sanlang pursed his lips and sat down next to Feng Hai.
Feng Hai chuckled: "Your luck is very good! If it weren't for luck, you would be what you are now! You have met the right person! And I have lacked some luck in my life. You know the year I entered the palace
How old are you? That year, I was twelve years old. I was the only son of my family. My family opened a tofu shop at the north gate of Beijing. Although I was not rich, I could still live well. There was still money left for me.
I went to private school. At the age of twelve, that year, I became a Tongsheng. I am not bragging and I was admitted as a scholar at the age of fifteen. It was really easy for me. Compared to you, a twenty-year-old boy, you are not even a Tongsheng.
People who can't even pass the test are really incomparable. Am I considered smart?"
Saburo raised his thumb in shame: "Smart! So smart!" These words are absolutely sincere.
"But I am too smart." Feng Hai showed an expression that seemed to be crying and laughing, "That year, I met the late emperor who was still a prince, and I could tell at a glance from the clothes the little prince was wearing.
This child has an extraordinary background. You think, can I not quickly fawn over such a good opportunity? With my intelligence, it is not easy to coax an eight-year-old child. The late emperor liked me and liked me to play with him. I should be proud of him.
Right? But who knows, there is something particularly scary in this world, do you know what it is?"
Sanlang slowly understood something. He looked at Feng Hai in astonishment and said: "Power! The most terrifying thing in the world is power!"
Feng Hai patted Saburo on the shoulder: "Baby, you finally realized it. At that time, I only saw the beauty of power, so I jumped on it. Only when I really flattered the nobles did I realize the horror of power.
Because the eight-year-old prince liked me, someone put a sack on me on the way to school. When I woke up again, I was lying in the cleaning room. My lower body hurt, and I wished I could die again."
"But I can't die." Feng Hai chuckled: "I have to find a way to live. When the injury is healed, I will find a way to deliver news to my family. Who knows, I was taken away that day and was seen by a little beggar.
This little beggar often ate the leftover bean dregs from grinding tofu at my house, so he hurried back and told my parents the news. In order to save me, my parents went to the government to file a complaint, but they were slapped with a blackboard. I waited until I delivered the news.
At that time, everyone was dead. It was this little beggar who collected the body for them. Everyone doesn’t know how I accepted Ma Hang as my adopted son..."
But Sanlang understood, "Ma Hang is the son of a little beggar?"
Feng Hai nodded: "Look! This is power!"
"You hate the late emperor!" Sanlang looked at Feng Hai and asked.
"Haha... shouldn't I hate it?" Feng Hai looked at Saburo, as if he wanted to eat people, "Because of him, because of his words of liking, my family was destroyed, and everyone became a man without a ghost. I have recently been
I always dream about my mother saying she is waiting for me to win the top prize and to earn a Phoenix Xia Pei for her..."
"If you want to pursue your mother, it's easy..." Sanlang immediately answered.
Feng Hai waved his hand: "No! No! We can't let people know that it is the tomb of my parents, Feng Hai. I'm afraid that the people who hate me will disturb their souls. I don't even dare to worship, let alone repair the tomb.
"
"I'll go!" Sanlang patted his chest and promised, "I'll go! I'll go in person! In the future, I'll ask my son to go! As long as I still have roots, the tombs of the two elders will be worshiped and swept just like the ancestral tombs of the Yin family.
vague."
Feng Hai laughed: "I'm not so eager to be a filial son and grandson."
Sanlang hugged Feng Hai's arm: "Old immortal, you are different. When I see you, why do you feel so close to me?"
Feng Hai glanced at Saburo complicatedly, paused slightly, and then turned the wine bottle in his hand. After his eyes became clear for a moment, they seemed to become cloudy again. "I have lived a good life. I am more than seventy years old."
Yes, but there are still things that are gone.”
"It's okay! Whatever else you want to do, I'll do it for you." Sanlang sniffed and looked up at Feng Hai wanderingly.
"I was harmed by the imperial family and lost all my descendants, and the Feng family also lost its incest." Feng Hai took a deep breath and said: "My family was ruined, the royal family was ruined by me, and the country was ruined. Therefore, my Feng family has lost all descendants, and I also want the royal family.
Cutting off descendants..."
Sanlang laughed, patted his chest and said, "What do I mean? This! I promise! I will make sure they all have no descendants!"
"Happy!" Feng Hai said, picking up the wine bottle, "You are the one who poured the wine for me tonight, now it's my turn to pour the wine for you." As he said this, he held up the wine glass and handed it to Saburo, "You
You're right, people outside all come from miserable backgrounds. I've been harmed by others, and I've been ruined by others. I can't do this again. The fact that you can calmly use so many people shows your ability.
.Come, let’s go…”
Sanlang took Feng Hai's cup, glanced at the wine bottle vaguely, and a strange smile flashed across the corner of his mouth. He raised the cup solemnly, without saying anything extra, and just said: "Okay
!Go away..."
As he spoke, he lifted the cup and brought it to his lips.
"Wait!" Feng Hai stretched out his hand to cover Sanlang's wine glass, looked at Sanlang seriously, and then said: "You only have half a glass of wine, you are not being honest."
Sanlang looked at Feng Hai and said with a smile: "Then what do you think we should do?"
Feng Hai handed his wine glass to Saburo, then took the wine from Saburo, "Let's drink instead."
Sanlang didn't say any nonsense, picked up the wine glass and drank in one gulp.
Feng Hai suddenly laughed, picked up the wine glass, brought it to his lips, and whispered: "Don't forget to promise me."
Saburo's tears fell all of a sudden, and he nodded, "I will never die..."
Feng Hai raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp. Then, he handed the ring to Saburo, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, "Study...tablet...secret room..."
Sanlang held Feng Hai in his arms and said, "You old man will never die!"
"I have to die!" Feng Hai said, laughing, and blood overflowed from his mouth, "I have lived enough... I have lived enough..."
Sanlang shook his head and murmured: "When I die, I go home. When you die, where do you go?" So, even though I knew that the wine you gave me might not be clean, I still dared to drink it. At that time, because I knew that the world
You will not collapse without me. And I can finally go home. I don’t have the courage to die, but being killed is another matter. Until today, the only thing I have gained is not the courage to not be afraid of death? They all say
It is to regard death as returning home, and to return home after death.
Feng Hai wanted to say something, but he couldn't. Slowly, his hand dropped.
The man in black put his sword on Saburo's neck, and Saburo raised the wrench in his hand, "What does this mean?"
The man in black's eyes flashed, followed by a whistle. Saburo felt the smell of blood on the tip of his nose again. When he turned his head, he saw that blood was flowing from the neck of the man in black. He voluntarily voluntarily buried with his master.
That whistle was a signal. I believe there were many such corpses in this mansion at this time.
Sanlang slowly put Feng Hai's body away, then went out and threw the signal bomb in his hand.
I saw a puff of green smoke rising up into the sky, followed by a flash of red light, and the scattered snow flakes in the sky were all reflected in red.
Immediately afterwards, green signal flares continued to rise over the entire Jinling City. This was the signal to attack.
Sanlang looked at the vast white world, feeling heavy in his heart for no reason.
At this moment in the capital, Fourth Master and Lin Yutong stood under the eaves, looking up at the sky, "It's almost time to move, right?"
Lin Yutong nodded: "That's almost it." She held the fourth master's hand, "What's wrong? Are you worried that you can't control the situation?"
Fourth Master shook his head and said, "Go back to the house. It's too cold outside."
Lin Yutong pulled Fourth Master inside: "How long will it take for the news to be sent back?"
"It's past the fourth day of the Lunar New Year." The Fourth Master said with a bit of uncertainty, "It still depends on whether things go smoothly over there."
Lin Yutong knew that the fourth master was still afraid of losing control and causing unnecessary casualties. She whispered: "Zhang Ge is always the Minister of the Ministry of War. As long as he doesn't give orders, the soldiers will not move..."
"What I'm worried about is the common people." The fourth master's eyes became dark, "I'm afraid that wealth will be charming. Good and evil are often just a matter of thoughts."
At this time, Mr. Zhang Ge looked at He Mao: "I have ordered that all the common people who are found to be involved in this event and who disobey the rules will be killed without mercy!"
He Mao pursed his lips, a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes, but he still responded, turned around and went out.
Mr. Zhang Ge slowly sat on his chair, feeling that taking advantage of the civil uprising was a desperate measure.
Immediately afterwards, there were shouts of killing everywhere in Jinling City.
The next day, at dawn, all members of the royal clan were detained without missing a single person.
And in Sanlang's arms, he walked into Zhang's house with a baby wrapped in bright yellow swaddling clothes.
"What is this?" Mrs. Jiang looked at the child in Sanlang's arms and asked with some uncertainty.
Sanlang nodded: "Madam, please help take care of him first. He... I want to take him back to the capital."