October passed by in a blink of an eye, and the trees were desolate. By the stream in the mountains, Tang Jiao and Lu Changze were lying in the grass, looking at a wild goat grazing across the stream.

Lu Changze stood next to Tang Jiao and said softly: "Sister Jiao, use the red sword to kill it with one move."

Tang Jiao's eyes moved slightly, and she said hesitantly: "I... I'll just cut it."

"No." Lu Changze held her hand, his eyes serious: "If you don't use your power correctly, you may hurt yourself. Only one fatal move can greatly reduce the consumption of spiritual power."

"But I don't dare."

She used to stab her enemies and let Zixiang deal with them. She had never killed a sheep before.

Lu Changze kissed her cheek and coaxed softly: "It's okay, you can do it."

"Then I'll try."

Tang Jiao pursed her lips, a red sword appeared next to her ear, and her eyes locked on the goat opposite.

The red sword quickly moved towards the goat. The next second, he fell down in the grass and howled. Blood sprayed on the flowers nearby. He twitched a few times and then stopped struggling.

Lu Changze hugged Tang Jiao into his arms and praised softly: "Sister Jiao is great."

Tang Jiao grabbed his collar and said in a frightened voice, "Is it dead? Is it dead?"

Heizhu immediately went over to check, and then raised his hand towards them: "Master, it's successful."

Drag the goat over and let the guards handle it while you stew the mutton soup and drink it later.

Tang Jiao took a moment to look back and saw that the sheep died very neatly. She pursed her lips and looked at Lu Changze: "Let's catch something else."

Seeing that she was no longer afraid, Lu Changze took her hand and walked into the deep forest.

There is an iron cage in the valley in the forest. A burly man wearing prison uniform and a rough face is locked inside, pulling the chain around in fear.

Tang Jiao's face changed slightly, she took a step back, and her slender back bumped into the warm chest.

Lu Changze hugged her from behind and whispered: "Jiao'er, kill him."

"No." Tang Jiao shook her head, her face full of rejection: "Fu Shang, I can't do it."

Killing sheep is her limit, and she really can't do it.

Lu Changze said softly: "Do you know what crime this person committed?"

Tang Jiao shook her head. She didn't know anyone, so how could she know what crime he had committed.

Lu Changze brushed her hanging green hair behind her ears and said: "His name is Tie Da'an. He humiliated and killed an eight-year-old child when he was fifteen. Later, he killed five people in a row while absconding. He hid in the deep mountains and forests for many years. When he was fifteen years old, he fell off a cliff and was rescued by a kind-hearted family. They not only treated his illness, but also fed him well. He took a fancy to the girl in the family and pretended to leave after she recovered. , he came back that night and hacked the couple to death with an axe. After humiliating the two daughters of that family, he immediately killed and silenced them. After several years, he became a famous local bandit. He led his men to kill, set fire to, burn, kill, and loot. He does all kinds of evil. When I first went out for business a few years ago, he tried to rob me, but I immediately killed him. At that time, I wanted to kill him, but later I thought of leaving him to practice when I got sick, so I threw him into the prison of the Ministry of Punishment."

Tang Jiao was shocked and opened her eyes wide, looking at the prisoner with eyes full of anger: "There is such a devil in the world."

"Jiao'er, you grew up in a boudoir. If you hadn't had an unexpected encounter, you would have been well cared for by the Tang Mansion and the Duke of Xinguo throughout your life. You don't know that some people are born evil. They regard human life as nothing, and the kinder they are. The more people are to their liking. Killing such a person can save countless people, so wouldn't killing him be a meritorious deed."

"Indeed." Tang Jiao stared at the prisoner in the cage, still timid: "Otherwise, I will cut off his hamstrings and leave him here to fend for himself."

Lu Changze laughed, pinched her little face and said with a smile: "What's the difference between this and letting him go? If you meet an enemy, do you think the other party will be kind to you?"

Tang Jiao shook her head, remembering her past life sadly, and said firmly: "No."

"That's right, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. If you don't kill him, he will kill you in the future, and even affect the whole family. Then Jiao'er should be more merciful and kill him with one knife."

The first time she killed someone, Lu Changze knew she couldn't do it, so he coaxed her softly.

Heizhu and Heitang behind him were a bit funny. Only the Crown Prince's wife could be so favored by the Crown Prince. He taught her how to kill people step by step and patiently coaxed her to do it.

Tang Jiao took a deep breath, and the red sword quickly flew towards the cage. Then she heard the prisoner scream, fell to the ground and twitched, and blood sprayed all around the cage.

Tang Jiao buried herself in Lu Changze's arms, not daring to look at his miserable condition.

Lu Changze kissed the top of her head and said with a smile, "Awesome, Jiao'er, you succeeded."

Taking a deep breath, Tang Jiao raised her eyes and looked forward, gritting her teeth: "I want to take a look."

"Walk."

Lu Changze stood up, picked her up, and strode towards the cage.

When Tang Jiao got closer, she saw that the man's throat had been cut with a knife, and his chest was covered with blood. Her big pupils were full of disbelief.

The hand surrounding Lu Changze trembled slightly, and Tang Jiao felt very complicated.

Lu Changze said softly: "Don't be afraid, let's kill other animals. The longer time passes, the more stable your mind will be."

"it is good."

Tang Jiao thought of the people who came to kill Lu Changze when he was injured, and nodded, knowing that he had done nothing wrong.

At the end of the day, Lu Changze found the target and Tang Jiao solved it. When they came out of the mountain, the guards had their hands full of prey.

It was dark when we got home, and Tang Jiao was sleeping dizzy on the couch. Lu Changze did not wake her up, but picked her up and strode inside.

He happened to meet Mrs. Zhen Guogong in the courtyard. Lu Changze strode towards Mingzhong Courtyard without even looking at her.

Mrs. Zhenguo looked at Tang Jiao, who was being held by her son as a treasure, her eyes full of anger. She was really a coquettish woman, taking a man out to fool around in broad daylight.

Tang Jiao was awakened by the sound of water, and found herself sitting in a bucket full of steam. The water light fluctuated, and a thick chest hugged her.

"After a tiring day, please give Jiaoer some massage."

Tang Jiao's face was on fire and she nudged him: "Get out of the way, I can wash myself more cleanly."

Tang Jiao's eyes fell on his chest inadvertently, and Tang Jiao was stunned. In these days of marriage, she was always afraid when the two of them were intimate, and she had never looked at his naked body.

The strong and muscular chest, the flat belly with floating muscle lines, the strength and lines combined to form a beautiful and strong body, Tang Jiao suddenly wanted to reach out and touch it.

In the mist of water, Lu Changze saw the desire in her eyes and smiled evilly: "Want to touch it?"

Tang Jiao felt that vixen could also be used to refer to men. She stretched out her hands from her chest to her lower abdomen like a demon, like a girl who was bewitched by a demon and couldn't move.

Lu Changze was panting and grabbed her lips, and said hotly: "Jiao'er, touch her again from now on, and let me love you."

Before Tang Jiao came back to her senses, she was already pulled into the sea of ​​psychedelic excitement.

Sounds of gasping and groaning soon came from the room, making people blush.

An hour later, Tang Jiao was carried into the bed by Lu Changze. Now she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands, so she just wrapped herself in the quilt and fell asleep.

Lu Changze felt refreshed, put down his tent, got dressed and walked outside.

Heizhu stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Master, there was news from the palace just now that there was a fight over the border."

Taking the hot tea handed over by Heitang and taking a sip, Lu Changze's face was cold and indifferent: "Don't pay attention, it's normal to fight. My father has just returned to the border. He will handle it when the time comes."

Heitang thought for a while and said: "Master, today the virtuous concubine summoned the madam."

The corners of Lu Changze's lips turned up with disdain: "Let her go, just don't touch me when she commits a crime. Otherwise, I don't have any affection between mother and son. Just guard our courtyard and don't let us be disturbed."

Lu Changze knew exactly who his mother was. He once hated himself so much why he had such a mother, but now he no longer hates her.

He has the most beautiful treasure in the world, and there is no need for him to hate it.

The guards came in and bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, Young Master Xiao and the Sixth Prince are here."

"Let them in."

There must be something important for these two people to come here.

Instructing Zixiang to keep an eye on Tang Jiao, Lu Changze got up and headed to the study.

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