General, Madam Called You To Farm

All the nightmares came to an abrupt end, the blood mist in front of him dissipated, and the hustle and bustle of the battlefield was far away.

Ghost fear opened his painful eyes, and saw a suona slamming his brain at a glance.

His temples jumped!

He was still immersed in the pain caused by the nightmare, and Xiaohu planned to blow it second.

His head was buzzing, and there was no time to grieve, and a carp got out of bed!

You've been tired all day, go back to rest early, I'll just watch over, he shouldn't wake up...

Su Mo and Su Xiaoxiao were walking and talking, and as soon as they mentioned that the ghost won't wake up, they saw the door of the room being opened, and the ghost appeared in front of the two with a frightened face.

Two people: ...

...

The night fell, and the dark night opened the mouth of the abyss and engulfed the entire palace.

Two vigorous figures jumped and shuttled in the night, passing over the pavilions with flying eaves of bucket arches, stepping over the blue waves bursting with fragrant lotus, avoiding the patrols of the guards all the way, and came to a desolate courtyard near the south wall.

Wei Ting first fell between the King of Nanyang and the south wall, turned around, and looked at the King of Nanyang with cold eyes.

He was on the roof just now, hearing what he should have heard and what he should not have heard.

It was even more shocking and more difficult to accept than when she suspected that the eldest princess was behind the scenes.

This is the elder he regarded as his father, who taught him to read and write, led him to recite poetry and compose poems, and warned him that he would grow into a man who is upright and worthy of his heart no matter what.

why?

Wei Ting clenched his fists, looked at him with red eyes, and asked loudly, Why!

The figure of the King of Nanyang was shrouded in the cool and thin moonlight, and his eyes were extremely cold, but at this time, his lips moved slightly, and his eyes had a bit of the gentleness of the past.

Xiao Qi, you know, I don't want to hurt you.

Wei Ting said solemnly: Then what is all you have done? Murdering my grandfather, killing my father and brother, this is not hurting me? I would rather be killed by you!

The King of Nanyang sighed: Those who achieve great things must always make choices.

Wei Ting smiled coldly: Choose? What is the point of our Wei family that is not qualified enough to be discarded by you?

This is the most unbelievable thing. The Wei family was more powerful than the Duke Huguo mansion. Even because the Wei family had more sons, each one was better than the other, and the prospects were more splendid than the Duke Huguo mansion.

Who would abandon such a huge force?

It is not that he has already ascended the throne, and he has to remove the grind and kill the donkey.

Nanyang Wang said: You should be clear, I never intended to hurt you. If I wanted to attack you, you would have died in Qingzhou. No, earlier, four years ago in Broken North Pass, you had no defense against me. , I could kill you at any time.

Wei Ting sneered: Then I should thank you? Thank you for not killing me, thank you for killing me!

The King of Nanyang stopped talking.

You don't have to rack your brains to lie to me, I won't be fooled by you again.

After Wei Ting finished speaking, he drew his long sword, Let's make a move.

Nanyang Wang said: I don't want to fight you.

Wei Ting did not intend to let him go.

Wei Ting raised his sword and slashed towards his right arm!

King Nanyang turned his footsteps, avoided Wei Ting's attack keenly, and promptly pinched Wei Ting's blade with his fingertips.

Wei Ting looked at his right hand, frowning slightly: Your dominant hand used to be your left hand.

The King of Nanyang did not speak, but slapped Wei Ting's chest with his palm.

Wei Ting backed away with his toes.

You're not using the same moves you used to!

King Nanyang was also a man of both civil and military skills, but compared to his outstanding literary talent, his martial arts skills were relatively unremarkable, and Wu Anjun personally taught him for a period of time, but he did not make much progress.

Wei Ting is very familiar with his martial arts skills.

But tonight, his internal strength, his moves are all unfamiliar, and he seems to have become a martial arts prodigy.

Are you the King of Nanyang?

Wei Ting questioned.

The King of Nanyang took Wei Ting's move: Am I, can't you recognize me?

Wei Ting's eyes fell behind his right ear.

When he was very young, he climbed a tree in a fit of anger, but he couldn't get up or down. It was the King of Nanyang who climbed up to find him, but was stabbed by a branch.

The familiar scar is still there.

With Wei Ting's effort to observe the scar, the King of Nanyang got the chance, jumped up the wall and disappeared into the boundless night.

Don't chase after the poor.

The King of Nanyang had already noticed that there was someone on the roof, and he deliberately led him out.

Since he didn't want to say something to himself, he had another purpose.

Before Wei Ting was carried away by hatred and shock, he calmly glanced at the direction Nanyang King fled, put away his sword, and returned to the courtyard.

...

Inside the house, Ghost Fear wanted to accuse the three little burials of their bad behavior.

Your son! They...

He raised his hand, looked back, and was stunned.

The three little ones who were still dancing on the grave just now sat obediently beside the bed and looked at him with cute faces.

Ghosts are fascinated.

Can all the little stinky farts be able to pretend like this?

Su Xiaoxiao sent San Xiaozhi to Li's side, returned to the ghost house, looked at the ghost sitting on the stool and doubted the ghosts of life, cleared her throat, and said solemnly: You woke up just right, there is something I want to tell you, if you are not feeling well.

All the discomfort of Gui A was blown away by the little stinky fart, and he didn't leave the slightest feeling of nostalgia for him.

Su Mo called a secret guard and asked him to guard the door, not allowing anyone to approach.

The three sat around the round table.

Su Xiaoxiao talked about seeing the King of Nanyang.

After the ghost heard it, he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Su Xiaoxiao took out the veil, swiped it in the air, wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, and said earnestly: I know, you are now a dead man in the Western Jin Dynasty. It has nothing to do with you. But King Nanyang doesn't think so. Helian Ye has already stabbed you out. King Nanyang knows that you are still alive, and he...will definitely come to seek revenge on you. If you know something, don't Hide it, let's all find a way together!

Su Mo looked at her sister in surprise.

How did you manage to talk nonsense seriously?

Ghost fear whispered: You don't need to provoke me.

Su Xiaoxiao blinked and put away the handkerchief: Then you are willing to say it?

The ghost stopped talking, paused, and said, Let's talk about it first, I haven't recovered my memory.

Su Xiaoxiao nodded as if pecking at rice.

Whatever you want!

It seems that there is a drama, and Ghost Horror does know what happened back then.

Guiji took a deep breath, his face was calm, and the hand on his lap was already clenched into a fist: I never thought that he would harm the Wei family. But if it must be him, then it should be for that reason.

Su Xiaoxiao motioned to Guiji to continue.