On the day of the granted marriage, the daughter of a general wept and was reborn!

The old man frowned, as if thinking about something.

Before he could think of anything, hurried footsteps were heard behind the door.

The door opened wider, revealing the young man behind the old man.

"The master is waiting for you." The young man bowed and his voice was stern, not like that of a martial artist.

Cen Xiao nodded, and followed Xiaosheng with Shen Wantang, walking towards the inner courtyard.

Shen Wantang observed the courtyard from the corner of his eye——

In here, it is not as majestic as outside. There are no flowers or plants. Even the stream leading from the front yard to the back yard looks like it has been dry for many years.

The arch bridge over the stream looked like something that had been renovated.

The young man who led the way was so thin that he looked as if a gust of wind would blow him away.

"This mansion doesn't look right." Shen Wantang took a quick step, moved behind Cen Xiao, and murmured in a low voice.

Cen Xiao turned his head, opened the fan in his hand, covered his mouth, and responded softly: "It is true."

After passing through three doors, we arrived at a hall.

This hall is quite unique, with tall walls on all four sides and a patio in the middle that lets in sunlight from outside.

The dining table nearby was already filled with food.

"Please wait a moment, the host is changing and will be here soon." I led the two to the dining table and spoke with a faint smile.

The two sat down and looked at the surrounding decorations.

Shen Wantang's eyes fell on the calligraphy and painting beside him, and his brows couldn't help but frown: "This is... Jiang Min's ink painting."

As she finished speaking, she suddenly stood up and moved forward to take a closer look - yes, this was Jiang Min's authentic work.

However, Jiang Min's paintings are rarely circulated among the people nowadays, and are even more priceless. Now, a real painting is actually hung in the rebel's mansion.

Shen Wantang was staring in fascination. From the corridor beside him, a figure slowly moved towards them.

"This is an ink painting by Jiang Min, the Minister of Rites of the previous dynasty. It is the only one left in the folk art world, and it is an authentic one." The man's deep voice echoed all around.

Shen Wantang suddenly turned around.

The man was huge, and the clothes he wore were extremely ill-fitting, and his shoulders were about to burst.

But the man's expression was calm. He sat down slowly and composed himself. Although he pretended to be a scholar, one could tell at a glance that he was a warrior.

Cen Xiao closed the waving fan, bowed and said, "I have heard of your great name for a long time."

"Arhat!" The man's powerful voice responded loudly and forcefully.

Shen Wantang sat back, and the three of them looked at each other without speaking for a long time.

"How did Mr. Luo get this ink painting?" Shen Wantang spoke first.

Luohan's gaze stayed on the painting for two seconds: "This painting was here when I moved into this house."

"This house once belonged to a scholar." Luohan said.

The scholar from the past?

"So where is this scholar now?" Shen Wantang continued to ask.

Luohan drank the wine in the cup slowly and said coldly: "I killed him."

Cen Xiao paused as he fanned the fan, and Shen Wantang's eyes also shook.

"This bastard scholar not only oppresses the people in this town, but even now he oppresses me!" Luohan's tone became even more severe.

boom!

The wine cup was slammed hard on the table.

"That year, my wife and I were newly married. She went out to buy groceries, but was spotted by that shameless scholar. He forcibly dragged my wife into his mansion. I searched for her for a whole day and night!"

Tears and voice fell at the same time, and Luohan's voice trembled.

"Finally, in the backyard of this house, my wife was ruthlessly abandoned and covered with wounds." Luohan's eyes became more fierce. "One night, I took the hatchet at home and sneaked into this house."

As he spoke, Luohan raised his hand high: "That's it!" As soon as he finished speaking, his hand suddenly dropped, "The scholar's head fell to the ground, and I have avenged my wife."

After the words were spoken, the hall fell silent for a long time.

Cen Xiao frowned and didn't know what to say.

"Cen Xiao, you came here today, could it be that you want to take my life for that dog emperor?" Luohan's gaze fell on Cen Xiao, but he felt a little more relieved.

Cen Xiao's brows tightened: "Do you recognize me?"

Luohan poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp: "I used to be your subordinate, a most insignificant soldier. Later, when the war stopped, I retired to the countryside."

After he finished speaking, Cen Xiao frowned slightly and thought for a moment. Then he finally remembered the soldier Luohan who returned home after his military service a few years ago.

Unexpectedly, he was just a soldier at that time, but now he has become the leader of the rebel army.

Isn't this another meaning - one should look at others with new eyes after three days of absence?

"General Luo." Shen Wantang, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up, "I know you are not the unforgivable person that people say you are. I also understand why you chose to join the rebels."

"But why do you hate the imperial court so much?" Shen Wantang couldn't understand just this one point.

Luohan smiled helplessly. Although Shen Wantang was now dressed as a man and her voice was deliberately lowered, Luohan could still tell at a glance that she was a woman.

"My lady, first of all, thank you for your understanding. That scholar was selected by the court. The emperor in the capital city didn't know how to judge people. Isn't that enough for me to hate him? How many people lost their reputations because of this, but these officials in the court protected each other, leaving us ordinary people with no place to seek justice."

Luohan tightly grasped the wine cup in his hand: "Isn't this enough? I hate him!"

Officials protect each other...

Shen Wantang seemed to be thinking about something.

"Prince Cen, I can spare your lives today because of our past friendship, if you insist on leaving our brothers' lives here."

Luohan's eyes flashed, and he stood up suddenly, lifted his robe high, and in an instant, his double blades were unsheathed.

"Then don't blame Luohan for not remembering our friendship!"

Cen Xiao sat aside, not panicking at all.

Shen Wantang's hand slowly fell on his arm. If a fight really broke out, he would take out the hidden weapon in his sleeve so that it would come in handy.

She glanced at Cen Xiao beside her - he seemed to be admiring Luohan.

No words were spoken for a long time.

Shen Wantang frowned - could it be that he had made other arrangements without telling her?

Bang! The door on the side was suddenly opened.

"Master, master, something bad has happened!" The handsome young man who had just come running over hurriedly, his face anxious and breathing heavily.

His fingers kept pointing behind him, and his originally fair face turned pale with fear.

"Master, there are many people outside... many people wearing armor and carrying weapons! But they don't look like people from the county government!"

I hurriedly hid beside the arhat, with fear in my eyes.

Luohan frowned, and his eyes fell on the person who was slowly coming in from outside -

"General, sorry for the wait."