"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Fu Che is innocent, please let him go!" The woman in gorgeous clothes had vague tears on her face. She knelt on the ground and begged the man who was sitting high on the throne.
The man stood with his hands behind his back, with a hint of enduring pain in his voice: "The Lone King left his life and handed him over to an old couple to raise him. Isn't that enough?"
The woman cried, she bit her lower lip, feeling like she was torn apart in her heart: "Li Ji, thank Your Majesty"
"As long as the child lives peacefully, the Lone King will naturally let him go as if he lets you go, but if..., then neither you nor him will stay!" The man on the throne looked down at him.
The half short jade in my hand was also painful in my heart
The scene of "bad guy, you're a bad guy" suddenly changed. The man saw a little boy standing in front of him. The boy's eyes were sadness beyond his age, and it was endless.
He stretched out his hand, his voice trembling: "Che'er"
"Father, I hate you!" The boy's tone was chilling in his tone. He was stunned, and his hands stretched out could not suppress the tremor: "Fu Che!"
"You give my mother back, give it back to me, my mother back." The boy's nose was red and tears wet his clothes.
The man clenched his fists and looked up in pain. He found himself in a restaurant. A man carrying a sword on his back was carrying a pot of wine, patting him with a righteous intent: "Hey, drink some wine."
He shook his head, but the man with a sword stretched out his mouth and poured all the pot of sake into it by the man carrying a sword.
"That's right, the big man should naturally be bolder. Come on, I'll do it first." The man carrying the sword drank the remaining wine without leaving a drop, and then smiled happily
He looked at the man who was drinking carefully and found that his body was covered with scars: "You are injured."
"What's the point of being injured? It's scary to drink without alcohol." The man looked at the scars on his body indifferently, and then took a pot of wine to drink: "From now, we will be brothers."
"Okay" he responded with a smile on his face
The man carrying a sword laughed, infected his sensitive heart
"Uh!" He, Ying Zheng woke up in the dark night, and the white Xuan Shang was covered with sweat stains. He wiped his sweat and could no longer sleep. What had he promised her? What was his relationship with him? A few years of blinking fingers
But he hadn't forgotten yet. Should he do something?