There is a dragon

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In the dark night, the flames soared into the sky.

Tongues of red flame greedily licked the exquisite mansion.Miserable wailing and the sound of guns piercing flesh and blood followed one after another.

The woman holding him was panting, and the breath turned into white gas, blurring his eyes.It was clearly a cold day, but her sleeves and neckline were full of damp heat.

They kept chasing after them, they were silent, and their searches were precise and careful.

The woman's body trembled constantly, her running speed became slower and slower, and the sound of iron armor rubbing behind her became louder and louder.

The pursuers have arrived!

They can't escape!

The woman looked around, they had already run out of the mansion, and now the surrounding area was empty, she didn't have much strength, and with another child, it would be very difficult to escape from the pursuit.

"Go... Xiqin..." The woman kept panting, grabbed his shoulder and whispered in his ear, but because he was too close, he couldn't hear clearly, "... Bing Po, remember..."

Immediately afterwards, he was put down by the woman, pushed violently, and staggered to the ground.

"..." He turned his head to look at the woman, and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make any sound.

"Go!" The woman yelled hoarsely, "Go! Don't come back!"

The pursuers pressed on step by step, and soon found the woman.They dragged her to a vague figure.

"No." The figure said, and the voice could not be identified as male or female.

After a pause, the figure said, "There is another child."

"No, let him go, he doesn't know anything!" The woman wailed and hugged the man's leg, preventing him from walking towards the child.

He fell to the ground, watching the pursuers approaching in horror.The black iron armor was thick and strong, making a heart-pounding sound.

"Maybe he really knows." The man denied the woman's statement, shook off the woman's hand, and walked in front of him, "After all, you are also from the Shen family, aren't you? Come, tell me where the things are."

The woman closed her mouth tightly and stared at him.

He blinked, trying to see the figure clearly.

He couldn't see his face even when the man bent down, he only felt that there was a hazy layer of light covering him, and the clean and beautiful hands stretched out to him, the sleeves were wide and beautifully embroidered.

"Senior brother." Another figure suddenly appeared behind him, grabbed his collar from behind, put his thin hand on his throat, but said in a hoarse voice, "Let me do it."

The hand squeezed his throat, and the feeling of suffocation hit him, making him gasp.

He was picked up from behind and brought up in front of the woman: "If you don't say anything, he will die soon."

"Where are the blueprints?" The senior brother came over and spoke in an almost gentle and lingering tone, "You said it, maybe we will let him go."

"I...I..." The woman's eyes showed panic, "Let him go...it's gone, I don't know where..."

The hands around the neck became tighter, he tried to kick his legs twice to break free, tears overflowed uncontrollably from his eyes, and the world was blurred.

"But! I still remember something..." The woman hastily added, "No, no, there are still a few places, there may be..."

He was let down, and the senior brother's voice sounded again: "I wish I had said no earlier, why bother to suffer this."

"I...I said..."

He really wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only watch the woman fall down in front of him.

Her neck was on one side, her eyes were wide open, and scarlet blood flowed from her muzzle and seeped into the black dirt.

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers fluttered down.

It was freezing cold, and there were chaotic and noisy footsteps in the distance, chasing him step by step.

Because of the continuous running, the cold air violently poured into the nose and nose, choking the lungs.

The firelight from the distant hills reflected the snow red, mixed with the red blood.

He is surrounded and cannot escape.

Seeing that the circle around him was getting smaller and smaller, and he had nowhere to retreat, he couldn't help closing his eyes in fear.

When it was over, he was going to die here just like his mother.

I don't know how long it took, but the junior brother said: "I haven't found the blueprint, why don't we keep him, after all, it's the Shen family, they are all talented."

The senior brother looked at him: "It seems to make sense."

One door closed, another opened, and he entered another world.

They thought he wouldn't remember, didn't he take the medicine?Another child, how could he remember so much?

There is no absolute in the world, he is from the Shen family, he was born with a smart head, and he used the little pity left in his junior brother's heart to dangle like this, and 16 years have passed.

Because of hatred, he could just watch the late emperor, guilt and repentance for his old love, never forgetting his son whom he hadn't seen a few times in the distance, dragging his sick body to suffer from illness, he could watch the old master and his family immersed in Amidst the absurdity of being intoxicated, the gods watched their lives dissipate like this with cold eyes.

One day, there will be retribution for the evil they committed, regardless of whether there is a spirit in heaven or not.

===

Ling woke up from the nightmare.

It was a dream again, Xu Shi and Ye Jingshu reached a settlement, this time he didn't fall into a disturbing dream.

Drenched in sweat, he sat up from the bed, and Uncle Qing stared at him burningly beside the bed.Knowing that he had just recovered, Uncle Qing poured him a glass of warm water.

"Why are you still here?" Ling Ze asked, "If you are lucky enough to survive, shouldn't you be leaving?"

Uncle Qing looked at him silently without moving.

"I don't understand, it's all like this, why do you still insist on staying by my side." Ling Ze said to himself, "Do you feel guilty? I'm sorry, do you want to make amends?"

"Sometimes, I really don't know what to call you." He opened the window, and the cold wind blew in, and the fine salt-like snow slowly fell, "Should I call you uncle...or master, after all, you taught I have so much."

The cold wind made people's eye sockets red and painful.

"Maybe it's time to say thank you, after all, without you, there would be no me."

Uncle Qing was silent, watching Ling put down his teacup and walked away.

He didn't know what to do either.

He has been obsessed with medicine all his life, even compared to the direct descendants of the Shen family, he is not bad. It should be said that both of his brothers are not bad, but it is a pity that they are side branches, so they have no relationship with the core.

Are you willing to just be sent to the master to learn those illusory ways of gods and ghosts?

Of course not reconciled.

What I wanted in my life, was so prematurely interrupted. When I was still a child, I had to fight for power. When I climbed to the top of ten thousand people, I would naturally take revenge.

The culprit will die badly.

Retaliation is a reciprocating cycle, always in reincarnation.

Seeing the children of the past grow up day by day, the guilt and uneasiness in his heart grew more and more.

Without the child's action, he destroyed himself.

His face was so burned that it was hard to distinguish its ugliness, his voice and appearance were completely destroyed, only a pair of eyes could remain.

He looked at the child, leading people into the abyss step by step, but he also looked at him, trying to make up for the sins they committed because of a little kindness.

The only ones who could escape were the three children.Chen Yiyi and Sanniang were also offshoots, because they were away at the time and escaped by chance. They didn't forget their hatred, and they just supported them until now.

After all, their Shen family still has blood left behind.

===

In fact, Ling Ze didn't know where to go, so he just walked aimlessly.

After Ye Jingshu dismissed a large number of palace people, the palace became even more deserted, and it was not possible to see a single person even after walking for half a day.

Wherever there is light, go there.

The fallen leaves are gone, leaving only bare brown branches.

He walked slowly into this quiet place.

On the cold stone table and chair, one person sits alone on it, enjoying the soft snow, drinking by himself.

The snowflakes were crushed and made a small sound.

Ye Jingshu raised his eyes: "What are you here for? Have you changed your mind?"

It was said that they sent people to surround the Zhaixing Building, but Ye Jingshu actually did not prohibit Ling Ze from entering and leaving.

He can come out if he wants.

"If you don't change it, you can't change it."

His Adam's apple twitched, and he let out an indistinct snort. Accompanied by the smell of alcohol, Ye Jingshu said: "That's right, it's all come to this point. The Master of the National Teacher can pinch and count. Why don't you show mercy and tell me, who are the people?" You will die, you can prepare for the funeral early."

Ling Ze looked at him steadfastly, and said slowly: "... Your Majesty is drunk."

"No, the wine in the Central Plains is not as strong as Qin Dilie." Ye Jingshu straightened up, put his hands on his forehead, and hiccupped.

Obviously can't take it anymore.

There was no palace man, so Ling stretched out his hand to help him: "I'll help you go back, don't drink."

It's so cold, Ye Jingshu didn't fully adapt to this place, he drank so much all of a sudden, he was going to get sick again later.

If it wasn't for helplessness, how could Ye Jingshu drink so much?

"Lingze, tell me, can I treat you well?" Ye Jingshu suddenly laughed, "You are like this, but I still haven't handed over your details."

Ling silently picked up Ye Jingshu and walked back.

What should he say?

The truth is so cruel.

Ye Jingshu was not completely innocent, he was involved in it as early as before he was aware of it.

He doesn't want the great Wei's country, but he can't just watch it be destroyed in his own hands. If there is anyone who can stand up after the catastrophe, Ye Jingshu is the only one.

——Already at that time, the Shen family already knew who would be the one who would ascend the Great Treasure in the end.It was at that time that the late emperor let the old national teacher unite with the family, burned the Shen family, and buried this secret.

He never said that he wanted to destroy the Shen family. The old national teacher who was good at guessing the emperor's heart noticed this. It just so happened that the Shen family had something he had always wanted, so he joined forces with the family to destroy the whole family of the Shen family.In this way, the first emperor can lie to himself with peace of mind, it's not that he didn't give the Shen family a life, but that it was too late.

It was too late, so a sky fire came.

Qin Yan chose to leave precisely because she vaguely guessed it. Ye Jingshu was not allowed to enter the capital. She could not accept that her son's throne came so bloody and cruel.

Therefore, she is Qin Yan, the Princess of Qin, but not Concubine Qin.

After stumbling a few steps, Ye Jingshu suddenly said: "Actually, I think what Lou Xinming said is quite reasonable. If there were no such things, I might... might really like you... After all, you really fit what I want. The one you want."

The footsteps faltered, and Ling was stiff all over.Does Ye Jingshu know what he's talking about?

But Ye Jingshu didn't notice it yet, it was very cold, he drank so much wine, his belly burned badly, his head was dizzy, he hugged Ling Ze, put his head on his shoulder, the hot breath of his words made Ling Ze Ze's ears were flushed red: "Beautiful, smart, and she is from the Shen family that my mother misses so much. She must like such a daughter-in-law... well, even the height is just right... Lou Xinming really has to call auntie, are you going to Is the red envelope ready..."

Ling tried his best not to listen to what Ye Jingshu was saying: "Auntie...is...what the hell?"

"Don't you know?" Ye Jingshu straightened his face, lowered his head slightly, his dark green pupils resembled the deepest and thickest green lake, the corners of his mouth curled up with a smile, "That kid Lou Xinming has to call me Uncle."

What the hell!What the hell, he's here to listen to Ye Jingshu's nonsense. Uncles and aunts have nothing to do with him!