Immediately after the death of the master

The illusion of death, Shen Hong's expression is resolute, and the aura around him is as unshakable as a rock.At this moment, he doesn't see cowardice or flattery, but only the awareness to die for the king.

Shen Hong is the prince's most loyal bodyguard. He once held his sword tightly and turned his own corpse into a ladder of flesh and blood for the prince to ascend to the throne. He would go through fire and water for the prince's crown of glory.Assassination, poison, exile, he worked hard with his own flesh and blood to get the prince intact.

The prince is suspicious, he values ​​loyalty more than political achievements and martial arts, and the people around the prince have almost foolish loyalty to him.

The master once told me, the master reminded me.

But I forgot, I turned a blind eye to all kinds of violations.Arrogance made me look down on the submissive prince, laziness made me forget that Shen Hong was the prince's confidant, credulity made me believe Shen Hong's illusion.

Scarlet blood covered his eyes.

……it's all my fault.

I killed Ji Sanqing.

it's all my fault.

The last drop of blood on the sword was wiped clean, and Shen Hong was more like a sword than the sword in his hand.I numbly looked up at him, the blade of the sharp sword was as smooth as a mirror, and the faces of Shen Hong and me were reflected in the front and back.

He might kill me, but I've lost my strength and I don't want to hide.

I'm tired.

Shen Hong raised his sword, I closed my eyes, Ji Sanqing's bright eyes and honest smile appeared in my black eyes.

At that time, he held the letter of surrender in his hand, but he looked like an omnipotent winner.The sun forged golden armor for him, and the breeze agitated the banner for him. He escaped from the struggle and made a choice.

At that time, in the beautiful spring, we were lying on the grass full of sunshine, the son messed up my hair, he said he wanted to watch me, so that I would not go astray.

At that time, he was on the roof and I was in the mud.I looked up at him, and the only thing I could do was to hold the ladder up for him so that he could reach the ground steadily.

Obviously, I am about to succeed, and he will be able to step from the crumbling dangerous building to the flat ground in no time.

However, the ladder collapsed.

The dangerous building will collapse, and I will fall into the abyss.

The sharp sword pierced the air, and there was a banshee-like scream.

The sound of black and white impermanent iron chains sounds, and the sinner will be taken to eighteen levels of hell, where he will have his tongue pulled out, skinned, fried in oil, and sea of ​​fire, to confess his sins in this life.

What arrived before the pain was the warm blood on his face.

I opened my eyes, and what was waiting for me was not the trial that would free me, but the scene of Shen Hong raising his sword to kill himself. He cut his throat with his own hands, and the blood splashed all over the room, adding a layer of blood to the already scarlet room. A gorgeous color.Throwing away the sword, covering his neck that was constantly gushing blood, he stood up staggeringly, facing the south, opened his mouth wide, and wanted to say something.Unfortunately, his trachea has been cut by him, no matter how hard he tries, he can only make unrecognizable grunts.

Shen Hong gave up, let go of his hand, and fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

The south is the direction where the imperial capital is located.

The Nine Kowtow Ceremony, only on the day of worshiping the sky, will the officials perform this ceremony to the sky and the emperor.

This ceremony is an auspicious ceremony, which means the highest respect and the deepest blessing.

Shen Hong supported his dying body to complete this long ceremony.

After the ceremony.

Shen Hong was furious.

102,

My tunic was stained with blood, and before me lay my eldest son, fallen, dead, and chilled.

The sharp weapon that killed him fell into the pool of blood. I stretched out my hand and picked up the sharp weapon that killed him.The hilt of the long sword is patterned with primitive patterns. The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing and as smooth as a mirror. The blood cannot remain on the sword for a long time. The blood on the ground is not cold, and the sword has been washed away without being wiped, and the silver is restored. True color.

It is a good sword.

I raised the sword and aimed it at my heart.

At a certain moment, I may have sincerely wanted to commit suicide and pay for the crime with my own blood, but Xiaozhu interrupted me.

"Master——!!!"

Xiao Zhu held onto the door frame with his hand, he saw the tragic image in the room, he was about to burst into tears, he rushed in staggeringly, pushed me away, and hugged Ji Sanqing's body.

"Son..."

With trembling hands, Xiaozhu covered the wound on Ji Sanqing's chest that was no longer bleeding, and he found out in despair that Ji Sanqing's heart had stopped beating.After flustered for a while, Xiao Zhu gave up completely, he buried his face in Ji Sanqing's already cooled chest, and wept loudly.

His cries were extremely shrill, almost breaking his throat, so shrill and shrill that it didn't sound like a human being could make.

Accompanied by this crying sound like a magic sound, my soul floating above my body returns to my body, and what returns with absolute reason is the fanaticism of revenge.

I want to kill everyone who killed Ji Sanqing, including myself.

I want all the perpetrators to be buried with Ji Sanqing.

I stood up, pointing the tip of the sword at the ground, the moment blood dripped from the tip of the sword, I spoke.

"Xiao Zhu, you let Shen Hong in, right?"

Xiao Zhu, who was struggling in pain, turned around, looked at the sharp sword in my hand, and asked me with hatred in his eyes:

"Did you kill our son?"

I was taken aback for a moment, and then I understood why Xiaozhu thought so.There were only three people in the bamboo house, Ji Sanqing and Shen Hong were both dead, only I was unscathed and still held the murder weapon that killed them.

It's no wonder that Xiao Zhu arbitrarily determined that I was the murderer.

Xiaozhu's current mental state is more unstable than mine. He stubbornly believes that I am the murderer, and hatred and resentment have swallowed his originally clear eyes.

"My son shouldn't have saved you, my son shouldn't have saved you, you white-eyed wolf, I persuaded him then."

Xiaozhu took out a dagger from his sleeve, arched his back like a cat, and rushed towards me.

I easily blocked his attack, which was full of flaws and vulnerable.

"go to hell……"

"go to hell."

"go to hell!"

The reason why I didn't kill this lunatic immediately was because I was wondering whether I should tell him the truth.

In the end, I gave up. After all, Xiao Zhu was kind to me. I didn't want him to know that Ji Sanqing's death had something to do with him casually letting Shen Hong in and believing Shen Hong's lies.Xiaozhu likes Ji Sanqing so much, and devotes all his loyalty and love to his son, how can I bear to let him know the truth of the matter.

It's better to hate me than to hate yourself.

I looked at this demented lunatic with almost pity, he was struggling, he was crying, and he was waving a dagger madly trying to kill me.

Unfortunately, he will never be able to do it.

Because he's going to die soon.

And the murder weapon was in my hands.

With a slight force on his wrist, he easily knocked away the dagger in Xiao Zhu's hand.With one hand hooked into the shape of an eagle's claw, I grabbed Xiaozhu's neck, and with the other hand I held the hilt of the sword backwards, and directly stabbed the sword into Xiaozhu's heart.

Xiaozhu let out a cry like a small animal, his fragile body struggled under my hands, and I calmly watched him step by step towards death.

Just like the countless people I killed before.

At this moment, my brain is extremely calm.

Is Shen Hong guilty?He was not guilty, he acted according to orders, but he was just a bodyguard loyal to the prince.Am I guilty?I'm not guilty, I sincerely wanted to save Ji Sanqing and the [-] people in Wancheng, but it was a mistake that caused my previous efforts to be wasted.

Is Xiaozhu guilty?

He is not guilty, he is a kind and sincere child who believes in everyone around him and wants everyone to be well.

My head is calm, my blood is boiling hot in my cold veins, and I am conscious of the other side of the matter.

Is Shen Hong guilty?He is guilty of doing foolish and loyal things in the name of loyalty, harming innocent people, and trying to stain the top of his hat with the blood of his direct ministers.Am I guilty?I am guilty, I bend the law for personal gain, I am jealous of meritorious deeds, and form gangs for personal gain.

Is Xiaozhu guilty?

He is not guilty, but born in troubled times, being too kind is an unforgivable sin in itself.

I will never forgive his sins, just as I will never forgive myself.

I stabbed the sword deeper, Xiao Zhu's body froze completely after a brief convulsion.

I killed Xiaozhu.

My clothes and hands were covered with blood, and I couldn't wash them clean for a long time, so I left the bamboo house.

The bamboo forest is secluded, the road is long and long, I am walking alone, the road ahead is hidden in the shadows, and there are bloody footprints behind me.

103,

Wancheng was victorious without a single soldier, and I was the biggest hero.

This victory will bring me monstrous wealth and supreme rights, which I don't need. With monstrous wealth, I have exchanged my life.

Now, I'm going to take this life.

Tonight is the celebration dinner, outside the tent of the dinner, I met with the prefect of Wancheng.I haven't seen him for a few days, but the prefect of Wancheng's face is full of red light, and his heroic appearance remains the same as before.

"Master Taishou, you are in good spirits these days—"

I laughed and leaned over to him, shoulder to shoulder with him, like a brother.

"Hahaha, it's all because the Eighth Prince's food is so good, it made me fat."

The prefect of Wancheng was very free and easy, without the slightest fear of being a prisoner. Obviously, the master did not treat him badly.

That's fine, I have no penchant for torturing the dying.

The smile on my face became more satisfied, and my eyes became more gentle.

"Oh, I'm jealous to see you so happy. To tell you the truth, I've been living in fear these two days."

"Oh. How do you say this? If there is a need, the next official will do his best to help you."

"Hey, it's not about Xiaoshizi." I put away my smile and showed a bitter expression, "During Wancheng, I patted Xiaoshizi's horse on the horse's buttocks, which offended him. Didn't his old man fall under the cloth in Wancheng? Have you made any plans? Brother, I