The third year after the death of the emperor

The long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed between the faces of the two of them.Xie Wen tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, with a sharp edge slashing forward, and the sword pierced Zhou Mian's strong clothes on his chest, leaving a pool of scarlet blood.

The Major General paused, looked at Xie Wen, raised his lips mockingly and said, "You don't know martial arts."

"But I have killed people." Xie Wen said with a deadpan expression, almost cold.

"If it were Xiao Xuanqian, would you still draw out your sword without hesitation and fight with your life?" Zhou Mian asked coldly, "I am the one who treats you well, and I am the one who understands you, but you have never stood up. By my side."

"Zhou Ziyue." Xie Wen said, "Ride your horse and run away from the capital immediately. This is your last chance."

"What is this? Are you giving me alms from above?" Zhou Mian's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly raised his palm to hold the sword, and the pale and sharp blade cut his palm bloody, The skin was torn apart, and the bone and metal rubbed against each other making teeth-stinging sounds, but he still exerted his strength—leaving the sword in his palm in extreme pain, unable to move, and at the same time said fiercely, "You should beg me, you and yours Good students should beg my tolerance and forgiveness...Xie Wen, do you know the taste of broken jade?"

Xie Wen's expression suddenly settled down, and there was a chill between his brows and eyes: "You went the wrong way."

"It's not wrong." Zhou Mian stared at him and said, "I'm not like you, I only have one way."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly leaned over to press the cover, the edge of the sword was shifted by his hand, and the cloth that brushed across the chest pierced a hole, but Zhou Mian had already restrained it like a pair of iron tongs Xie Wen, the sharp sword was frozen between the two of them, and in the moment of crisis, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"—Hey! Eunuch Wencheng? Why are you..."

"Jian Fengzhi!" Xie Wen had already lost his strength, and the sword was thrown to the ground by the other party's elbow, his body was covered with blood, "Zhou Mian is going to commit suicide!"

After Jian Fengzhi came out of the palace, he stayed in the Zhou Mansion to work, and was interrogated thoroughly about the affairs of the palace, but he was innocent and didn't take these matters to heart. There was too much movement in the night at the moment, and he saw When the familiar eunuch Wen Cheng suddenly heard Xie Wen's voice, he rushed in with a blank mind.

The door was wide open, and a blood-stained sword fell to the ground.He immediately thought that it was the emperor who tried his best to dissuade him. He didn't even have time to question why Xie Wen was here. He rushed over and kicked the sword far away, then rushed to stop Zhou Mian from behind, and anxiously persuaded: "You Can't be too hard on it, we all came out—"

He is from the rivers and lakes, and he can really do a few tricks with Zhou Mian.Xie Wen's body lightened, and the two of them wrestled close to his eyes, he hurt his lungs, he tasted the strong smell of blood and rust on the tip of his tongue, there were bright red spots between his lips, and the cold air chilled into his brain.

In just a few breaths at most, Wen Cheng can call the servants and the old department of the Zhou Mansion to surround the place heavily.Xie Wen raised her eyes to look at the sky outside, calculated the time silently, and then took advantage of this short time to pick up the sword that belonged to Zhou Mian, who was kicked away by Jian Fengzhi, and the thoughts in her mind The system was buzzing, Tongtong's anxious voice repeated over and over again.

"Don't be noisy." Xie Wen exhaled and said in a low voice, "Headache."

My mind immediately cleared up.On the other side, Jian Fengzhi still couldn't beat Zhou Mian after all, he couldn't cope at the moment, he was almost slapped on the heart by the opponent's palm, he quickly rolled away, retreated to Xie Wen's side in embarrassment, and asked loudly: " It's not like suicide!"

"He's going to kill me."

"what?!"

The Major General's body was covered in dots of blood, and his hands were still dripping with blood, forming a small pool of blood on the ground.Zhou Mian looked terrifyingly at Xie Wen like a beast, but what he said was: "Stop making trouble, Huaiyu."

Don't talk about Xie Wen, Jian Fengzhi felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, from the bone marrow to the top of the sky, and the smoke rose straight up. He stared dumbfoundedly at Mr. Zhou who was completely different from usual, and stammered: "Zhou, Zhou My lord...you..."

Zhou Mian smiled and said, "Little Jane, I have something to say to Huaiyu, don't get in my way."

Jian Fengzhi was horrified, and swallowed, he subconsciously took Xie Wen's hand, and said with a straight neck: "I don't, let's mess with that dog emperor, what's the matter with Mr. Guan Di?"

"What's none of his business?" Zhou Mian seemed to think it was a joke, "Get out of the way. Don't think I won't kill you!" Just when Jian Fengzhi wanted to say something more, Xie Wen turned his head and said softly: "It's okay, Get out of the way."

Jian Fengzhi didn't move, she watched Xie Wen stand up holding the sword, took a step forward to block him, and stood in the middle of the house.

His outer robe was nowhere to be seen, and a lot of blood was also stained on the smoky blue thin inner shirt.Xie Wen faced the murderous General Zhou, sighed and said, "Ziyue, I never let you down."

Zhou Mian said: "Put down the sword, you can't hurt me."

Xie Wen nodded in agreement. He raised his hand, touched the blade of the sword lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Is this the one hanging in front of the tent in the Shenwu Army Camp?"

Zhou Mian's breath stagnates.

"In the 41st year of Chenghua, the battle of Qishui, the old general was the commander. I supervised the battle on behalf of the late emperor, and hung this sword in your father's army tent." Xie Wen said, "In the end, it and I could not avoid killing each other."

He uses the sword to describe people, every word punishes the heart.Zhou Mian adjusted his breathing, and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to hold him: "Huaiyu, as long as you listen to me. I won't..."

"Does everyone in the Zhou family listen to you?"

Zhou Mian's eyes were blank for a moment, but soon he suddenly remembered - where is the old servant who should have come, and Wen Cheng outside the door?Before he could turn his head, a terrifying sound of piercing wind pierced into his ears. A sharp arrow flew in from the open door, pierced firmly into the center of his back, and pierced through the heart in front of him— —

A few drops of blood were splashed between Xie Wen's warm and peaceful eyebrows, and even his bright red lips, Mr. Huaiyu, who was usually as pale as a white plum in the mountains, is so charming and gorgeous at this moment.His gaze passed through Zhou Mian's shoulder, and he saw a tall horse galloping towards him with its bow drawn in the distance.

"As I said," Xie Wen whispered, "Xiao Xuanqian is about to lose it."

The body in front of him knelt down on the ground. Although he was fatally wounded, he was still alive.At the next moment, he suddenly jumped up and grabbed Xie Wen's throat. The two entangled and rolled over and knocked over the bookshelf. The arrow piercing from his chest almost pierced Xie Wen's chest. In the next moment, a huge force erupted from behind Zhou Mian, and Xiao Xuanqian who rushed over grabbed the back of his clothes and threw Zhou Mian to the side.

Xie Wen was relieved, and saw the little emperor, who was wearing a red gold emperor's suit, stepped on Zhou Mian's lower body, pulled out the emperor's sword from his waist, and raised his hand to chop it down—a thud, the original sword The heaving chest immediately stopped moving.With his back turned to him, Xiao Xuanqian hacked the corpse to a bloody mess with one sword at a time without stopping, almost crazily smashing every bone, the blood kept spreading and flowing, flowing far away from the house along the moonlight, The fishy smell was choking.

There are the emperor's guards outside, all of them are elite troops, they have already surrounded the Zhou residence, there are not a few rebels who have been subdued and beheaded, all of them are waiting for His Majesty's order - but no one dares to enter this room.

Xiao Xuanqian didn't seem to notice that Zhou Mian was dead at all, until the Yujian in his hand cut off the arrow.He stopped in a daze, and heard a low gasp behind him.Afterwards, the sword was also discarded in the pool of blood, and Xie Wen was hugged by him suddenly, and was completely surrounded by the opponent's arms. His hand was stuck between Xie Wen's back, trembling all the time.

"...Xiao Xuanqian." Xie Wen called him in a low voice.

It was like calling a soul, the other party's soul seemed to be called back a little, but it was still shaking violently, Xie Wen heard a sentence or two of fragmented words from his chaotic breath, and called again.

The little emperor hugged him even tighter. He lowered his head against the teacher's shoulder and murmured repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

At this moment, even Tong Tong, who always liked to ridicule him for being mentally ill, fell silent.Xie Wen raised her hand to touch his face, and said with emphasis: "Xiao Xuanqian!"

The other party was stunned, staring at him with dark eyes, without blinking, tears suddenly fell in front of Xie Wen.

Xie Wenqiang pretended to be fine, and said softly: "I'm fine. Do you understand?"

Xiao Xuanqian still looked at him.

"I'm fine." Xie Wen repeated again with an emphatic tone, holding the other's face with his fingers, "Do you understand?"

Xiao Xuanqian looked at him for a while, then hastily withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and said: "...I'm sorry."

"Okay." Xie Wen said, "Pull me up, you hurt me so much..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the half-knocked bookshelf that had just been knocked over and collapsed completely toppled over. The little emperor let go of him for a moment, and immediately put him back in his arms. On the shoulders and back, but he didn't say a word, just lowered his head, his breath was sometimes gloomy, and sometimes it was frighteningly hot, his eyes couldn't move away from Xie Wen's body at all.

Afterwards, the little emperor hugged Xie Wen without saying a word. He came out in a hurry and had no time to bring the cloak, so when he stepped out of the room, he took a black cloak from the rushing Cui Sheng , then carefully covered Xie Wen's shoulders, while straightening the cloak, the leader of the guards on the other side bent down and knelt down, stating that he had captured tonight.

Xiao Xuanqian didn't seem to be listening much, he lowered his head and stuck it over, apologizing in a hoarse and distraught voice: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Let's go back first, I'll call Zhang Ze to come over, you will be fine, you won't be hurt again... "