In early April, Yan'an Prefecture was in the sea of ​​people.

He was carrying a pack of medicine in his right hand, his expression was numb and he was willing to be submerged.

The streets passing by were crowded with people, and there were a few scoldings from time to time. There was a vaguely shot of a young man being beaten up, his face was dirty, his hair was scattered, and he was familiar.

His heart was touched and repelled and ignored. He was about to go around the distance on purpose, but he didn't expect to pass through the crowd that moment and see the boy's raised eyes, which were dazzlingly clear.

The boy happened to meet him with his eyes, and his expression on the verge of death suddenly resurrected. His cry was mixed with surprise, excitement, and grievance: "Young Master!"

Young Master, he is very distant. Although he has only been a few dozen days, he is used to being called the prince-consort.

Lin Mo was like his soul returning to his body. He rushed forward without thinking, discouraging those idiots, and hugged Chongli in his arms. He rushed to his mouth with thousands of words, but he didn't know how to ask for it for a moment. What to ask?

Chongli was exhausted and fainted without saying a word. He ignored Chongli and hurried to the mansion where he temporarily lived.

Unexpectedly, he would meet again. He sent Chongli School to Li Xingzhou to ask Lin Qian for help.

Who would have thought that now he himself is thousands of miles away from Xingzhou?

Who would have thought that Lin Qian's people would treat him like that?

Step by step, staggering, the old wound has not healed, and the heart is vaguely painful—

"The two days after the master was investigated, we would be monitored and chased wherever we went. In fact, it was not someone else, but the people from Dark Knife Valley did it."

"The people from Daodao Valley can do such a thing more than 20 years ago!"

"That night I went to Hua Yifang for help, and accidentally broke him and Wu Xi and were drinking and talking to him..."

"Hua Yifang told Song Heng in person that if he hurts his lord's reputation, he will immediately draw a clear line with you and me and do his best to cut off the relationship... But they didn't expect that I would hear it secretly behind them..."

The person who said these four sentences, the first sentence, the cold, the second sentence, the angry, the third sentence, the sadness, the fourth sentence, the crazy laughter.

His mother, who was emotionally unstable, had been in a life of nearly dying life like him. After half a month of delay, she finally moved to Yan'an Mansion, carrying her secrets and the truth that she had kept for so long.

She was dying, holding his hand tightly and continued to recall with all her strength. On the night of the fire in Qin Mansion in Xingzhou, in the thick smoke of five fingers, how did the disciples of Hua Yifang and Wu Xi's confidants dig three feet into the ground and even killed her...

For Lin Mo and Qin Xiangchao, she held her breath for so long, endured the pain of burning the skin of her body, and finally crawled into Qin Xiangchao's study and found the cellar.

He survived but spent the price of his face.

It’s good, you don’t have to disguise yourself as a disguise as a slut who can get hurt by the bad guys.

He endured humiliation, drank blood and wept, and was so miserable that he even needed to eat grass and eat trees to survive. He went north, dressed in rags, and suffered humiliation before finally returning to Lin Mo. When he met again, the mother and son were overjoyed and cried with joy. He didn't expect she was still alive, she didn't expect she could do it, and from then on, she had only one support left.

"So, what you mean is that it is not someone else who puts you to death, but Lin Qian?" He smiled and asked after listening hard.

She suddenly stood there, and for a while, a line of hot tears flowed down, flowing through the bumpy and ugly face: "Qian'er..."

He was reserved for his mother's first words. The people in Daoku Valley would not start silence without evidence.

The second sentence of my mother said that the person from Daodaogu had a criminal record, but he asked her with three-point rationality, if it was possible that Wu Xi was framed and blamed.

In the third sentence, she accused Hua Yifang of collusion with Wu Xi. He understood very much that it was just a false and slander in the officialdom.

But in the fourth sentence, he suddenly remained silent and speechless. On the same day, among the officials who were chasing him, he also saw Hua Yifang and Song Heng's command with his own eyes.

That happened after the blood splattered wedding banquet, and the people in the Short Knife Valley were able to do it and eliminate the roots.

So on the edge of the cliff of Dasanling, he knew whether it was too naive to send Chong to seek help, and Lin Qian could not save him from the beginning.

Even if Lin Qian is willing to think about family affection, his men will never agree. Lin Qian's people talk about righteousness, but in fact, they are not using righteousness as a shield to abandon the car and protect the coach?

But Lin Mo never expected that they could be so cruel to Yu Ziyan. Hua Yifang actually advanced and even dominated the night of the fire!

It was earlier than Wu Xi's order to arrest Lin Mo - it turned out that they were not under Wu Xi's pressure at all. How impatient are they?

Without restraining his subordinates, Lin Qian didn't know what happened. Lin Qian didn't want to do this. He washed Chen Cang for Lin Mo. No matter how many excuses he had, he could not argue. If it weren't for him, Hua Yifang, Liu Wujin, Song Heng, Xu Yuan, why bother, why both Lin Mo and Yu Ziyan were killed?

A knife behind his back only made Lin Mo lose trust in Lin Qian and give up; he thought that he was not worthy of being attached to the Southern Song Dynasty.

The countless scars on Yu Ziyan's face taught him that whenever he thought of Lin Qian, he subconsciously clenched his fists, and his dead heart was ignited by the fighting spirit; it was clear that the Southern Song Dynasty was not worthy of his attachment!

Lin Qian, how can this account be settled like this?

Your Short Knife Valley has hurt my family for you; should I ask you, the commander of Short Knife Valley?

He can give in to him, tolerate, and deliberately harm the innocent people around him, so he will never accept it-

It turns out that my mother was not implicated, but was also targeted, just for you, Lin Qian, to rest assured?! How long have you been looking forward to this scene?

"No, no, they are them, Qian'er is Qian'er..." My mother's wounds have not healed for a long time. After meeting him again, her tense emotions finally relaxed, but several diseases all occurred and her high fever did not subside. Even so, she spoke for Lin Qian while muttering.

How could she understand that Lin Qian and his Allies are one, and their merits and demerits are on his shoulders.

Mo looked at her, his face full of frost.

"Young Master!" This sound pulled his thoughts back, and he realized that just as he sent the medicine to his mother's bedside to look at her, Chongli on his back had recovered his energy and woke up.

"Suming Li." He let go of Shengli.

"This one is..." Chongli rubbed his eyes, carefully identified it for a long time, and made sure he was not wrong. He was shocked and bitter, leaned beside her couch and cried bitterly, "Madam! How could you..." How could you become like this!

With ulceration and pus and holes, he could not believe that the gentle and elegant old lady had become a faceless person.

"Yes, Chongli..." Yu Ziyan woke up slowly, and was listless, coughing a few times, "Where have you been these days?"

Chongli was suddenly shocked, remembered something, felt heartbroken, and fell to the ground, but kowtowed and didn't want to get up.

"What's wrong?" Yu Ziyan and Lin Mo were originally drowsy and lost their souls, but they didn't expect him to act like this, so they were inevitably surprised.

"Madam! Young Master! Master! He is gone!" Chongli burst into tears. Lin Mo felt his feet empty, and there was no place to stand, and there was no place to sit. Yu Ziyan's eyes were empty and he listened to this sentence, as if he hadn't heard it. After a while, he suddenly screamed, and half of his body fell off the edge of the bed, and tears filled the gullies on her face: "Impossible, impossible, how could he be so kind and honest, be innocent and innocent?!"

Lin Mo felt his chest blocked. It turned out that Lin Qian's people were not only cruel, but also killed his relatives. Even though he had retreated to a dead end, even though the matter had been so long, they still could not guarantee that Qin Xiangchao would at least live.

Then Lin Qian, the conscience and harmony you see in me is just a hypocritical act! You are obviously already under control of everything after that day!

Or, bloody washing Chen Cang will only relieve you, you are just yourself!

"Father, did Wu Xi use punishment? Or did Hua Yifang, Liu Wujin, Song Heng, Xu Yuan, and they..." At this time when hatred was already overflowing, he restrained his anger and asked Chongli who was the commander.

"No. It's the leader of the Anti-Jin Alliance, Feng Xiaoyin, she ordered the master to be executed, and she also hung her head on the verge of public opinion to inform the world that we would implicate us in the nine tribes... If I hadn't escaped while it was unprepared, I would have never seen the young master and his wife again..." Unexpectedly, the murderer who spit out from Chongli's mouth gave Lin Mo an unexpected impact: "Nianxi?" The light was scattering behind Mo, and the corners of his lips were twitching, as if he wanted to say something, but there was no sound.

"Young Master, I saw it with my own eyes, and she admitted it with her own words. Time can really change a person, turning her from such a simple and kind person to being cruel and ruthless now, killing people like a terrible person." Chongli gritted his teeth, "She was trying to keep Lin Qian without any troubles... The year she arrived in Sichuan and Shu, she did the same harm to the young master!"

Chongli was excited for a moment, his muscles on his face were twisted, and Lin Mo's face was expressionless, and no one could understand his heart.

"Do you know, Lin Nianxi, she used to be my fiancée... but now, she is not mine." By the Qinhuai River, she returned the "Complete Works of Dongpo" to him, and the dusk was filled with a faint fragrance of wood lotus.

"If you are mine, you can't escape!" The lights in front of Confucius Temple were gorgeous. When she heard his confession, she lowered her head and blushed.

"Do you have free time recently? How about accompanying me to the Shangxin Pavilion to hang the ancient times? I have something to give you and I have something to tell you." He planned to hand over the jade ring that he had worn on his body for more than ten years at the Shangxin Pavilion as a token of love, but unfortunately that scene did not happen.

"You are her, right? I always have a feeling that you are her. You are her, Nianxi... isn't it..." "No, I am not her! How could I have that blessing and worthy of Lin Qian!" In the dim prison in Jiankang City, she was anxious to say that she missed her love for others. That other person, Lin Qian, was almost him, wasn't he?

"You can still be the leader of the alliance. I cooperate with Xu Yuan to not only seize those powers, but also take you." "Then you are really delusional. I will only be the leader of one person. I, Feng Xiaoyin, will only be the leader of him, Lin Qian, or less than Lin Qian!" "Even if he has nothing at this moment?" "You are your dream of spring and autumn. It is his position of Lin Qian, and you and Xu Yuan can't usurpate it together!" He found that he could not play chess with Lin Qian at all. Before he could play chess, he lost all the game.

"I wonder if Lin Qian's ambitions are not as good as me, will he complete better than I can." "Yes, surely! He will do better than you. As long as you don't participate and don't exist, he will definitely be able to complete what you said quickly!" "What a 'nothing'..."

"Nianxi, I have already given it, and you have received it. Although you didn't treat it as a gift, and you still put it with what Lin Qian gave you..." "I'm sorry, I can't ask!" "...You always have to go against me." "I just don't want it, leaving behind the possibility of future troubles."

Short Knife Valley, with two head-on conflicts, no swords and no blood, why is he incomplete?

The laughter of the past and the cruelty that followed appeared alternately, from the depths of his memory, it was their love, no, his love for her, which had been on the verge of destruction and hesitated repeatedly.

There is no time left, and it cannot be saved. Nianxi, Nianxi, how should I still love you? You executed my father's hands and wiped you out of my Lin Mo's principles with your own hands.

From then on, you were completely the same as Lin Qian in my heart, and even you made me... deeply hate me even more than Lin Qian.

The fate of the knife of drinking hatred,

Born for war, fled for war,

Lin Qian, Lin Nianxi,

You and your wife,

One forced me to leave my hometown, and I was wronged.

If one of my family is destroyed, he will not be able to turn over.

I hate you

How can I not hate it!

Say

A wisp of sunset was dyed in front of the steps, and the willow tree in the courtyard had just pulled out new branches.

Through a wall, there seemed to be a sound of a flute, lingering, gentle, and sobbing,

Penetrate his cold, empty, lonely soul.

Hate them? Hate them is a complete farewell to the wind and smoke of the Southern Song Dynasty and the rise and fall of the Han family.

I heard the cry of Zigui again in a trance, and my heart was broken.

In this situation, cuckoos should bloom in Shu.

"It's better to go back" and "It's better to go back". Anyone who is elegant doesn't know that the sound of Zigui is very similar to that of going back.

The lonely city is far ahead of the three spring days.

Therefore, the mountain is only among the white clouds, and I can’t tell where I look deep in the clouds.
To be continued...