Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 1144 His little daughter

The night is vast.

Cold stars and lonely moon, the sky in northern Xinjiang was dyed red by the flames of war, and the city in the south was shattered. Although the first month has not yet come out, thousands of households are dark and gloomy. At a glance, it is lamentable that the mountains and rivers are broken and the city is deep.

The tall city wall stands under the sky, and a little bonfire is flickering.

Su Jiu hugged his knees and sat next to Lu Zhi, and pulled a tattered blanket to cover the bright red gem fire lotus.

Lu Zhi sat up with a chuckle, looked far away, and said in a cold voice, "As my sister said, this war has hurt many people. There are probably not a few people in the world who wish for my early death. If they know that I live In a few years, I will definitely be very happy.”

Su Jiu was silent.

In the long silence, Lu Zhi finally confessed: "Sister, I was wrong."

He thought it was right for the weak to prey on the strong, but when he became the weak side, he realized that the word "justice" is so precious.

He thought war was right, but when he was tortured by war, he realized that peace in the world is so extravagant and precious.

He was wrong.

Totally wrong and hopelessly wrong.

Millions of souls died because of his obsession. This sin cannot be redeemed for the rest of his life.

Su Jiu was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand and stroked the boy's head in a comforting manner, and suggested, "Is there still time to order a truce?"

Lu Zhi smiled and shook his head, "From the moment I stepped out of the ghost prison, I was no longer the king of the ghost prison. Now the court must be in chaos, and those powerful officials must be fighting over who will be the king. Let's fight. What's more, the real power in charge of the court is Chonglou, and the ancestor of Chonglou cannot bow to the Central Plains."

Su Jiu pursed his lips and had nothing to say.

She added some firewood to the fire, and after a long time, she suddenly said, "Old Patriarch Chonglou, what kind of person is he?"

Lu Zhi didn't answer but instead asked, "Does sister think I'm cruel?"

Su Jiu lowered his eyes.

Lu Zhi laughed, "Sister thinks I'm cruel, but Patriarch Chonglou is a hundred times, a thousand times crueler than me. All the top masters in Ghost Prison come from his sect, and his method of cultivating talents is frightening , do not say worth mentioning.

"No one knows when he appeared in the ghost prison. Ever since I can remember, Chonglou has held the power of life and death. There is no doubt that the ancestor of Chonglou hates the Central Plains more than anyone else. I have secretly investigated I can't find anything about his past. I think his wife and children died in the Central Plains, that's why he hates him so much."

Su Jiu calculated the time, if Chonglou Patriarch was over 60 years old, then he should have come to the ghost prison more than [-] years ago.

At that time, she was not born yet, and the Central Plains was still in a state where all the countries were divided, and there were life lawsuits happening almost every moment, so it was hard to guess which country he was from.

She let out a sigh of relief, and gently wrapped the mattress tightly.

The two chatted for a while before falling asleep with different thoughts.

When the sun rose, Su Jiu took a few people and set up a tomb outside Xicheng, which was regarded as a memorial to Mr. Jiang and the others.

The carriage slowly headed towards the Central Plains again, and the further south they went, the less the flames of war became.

After passing through the snow-capped mountains and the prairie, every city is peaceful, peaceful, bustling and bustling, and the doors are not closed at night if you don’t pick up things on the road. It is a completely different scene from the ghost prison. Changsheng and Lu Zhi are amazed to see it.

Everyone rested for a few days and repacked their luggage before heading to the south of the Yangtze River again.

Just as they were heading south, Xiao Tingchen's convoy arrived at Tianlan Mountain.

When Lu Qing heard that his grandnephew gave up his life and chose his eyes, he patted his thigh and sighed for a while.

After sighing, he glanced at Xiaobai who was peeking at the guests from behind the plum blossom tree, his old eyes showed a hint of helplessness, he shook his head, and turned to the small kitchen to cook lunch for the guests.

Yuan Sheng watched Hua Chaojiu go to the wing room to rest, and suggested: "Go and see my old man?"

But Xiao Tingchen missed his daughter.

Speaking of which, he had never seen his daughter.

He said perfunctorily, "Go by yourself."

Yuan Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously as he walked towards the backyard.

He thought about it and chose to follow.

There is a thick plum tree planted in the backyard. At this time, the branches are lush and full of crowded clusters of red plums. The snow falling on the branches is like piles of crystals and jade, which is very beautiful.

Under the tree was a cradle with exquisite woodwork, a doll in a silk jacket, with bright round eyes, who looked only one or two years old, sitting obediently on the small flower quilt, holding a beautiful Red lacquer rattle.

Next to the cradle, the old man in Baoyibo took a small wooden comb and carefully combed her shofar braids.

He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and the smile on his face is very happy, "My dear, grandpa will give you two shofar braids...What color flower do you want to wear today, dear?"

Xiao Tingchen abruptly stopped walking.

In other words, this old guy with a quiet and good expression is really Sikong Chen?
I still wear flowers, and I don’t think it’s disgusting!

Yuan Sheng stood behind him, looked at the scene, and couldn't help rubbing the tip of his nose embarrassingly.

Sikongchen finally noticed them, and the expression on his old face instantly became very exciting.

However, he is a person who has lived for hundreds of years. He quickly concealed his gaffe, brushed off his robe sleeves, and stood up expressionlessly, "Okay, why are you all here at Tianlan Mountain?"

Xiao Tingchen ignored him, walked quickly to the cradle, and picked up Xiao Xianyu.

His youngest daughter is white and tender, like a delicate rice dumpling, very cute and naive.

She was not afraid of being hugged by him, she even tilted her head, and handed him the rattle to play with, and said in a childish voice, "Uncle..."

"Wrong." Xiao Tingchen chuckled lightly, "I call you Emperor Father."

The little girl pursed her rosy lips and looked at Sikong Chen suspiciously.

Seeing the old man nodding his head slightly, he said childishly: "Father..."

She was still too young to understand what the title father emperor meant.

But Xiao Tingchen felt very comfortable listening.

He couldn't help but smell the little girl's face heavily.

After all, it's his own daughter, she's really Bingxue is smart, cute and lovely, she has completely inherited Su Xiaojiu's gentleness and grace, and is completely different from Su Ran, that bastard who is so heavenly!
Just as he was sighing vigorously, the little girl suddenly stubbornly grabbed his hair and said crisply: "Riding a big horse! Father, I want to ride a big horse!"

Riding a big horse?
Xiao Tingchen was dumbfounded.

He looked at Sikong Chen, the old guy's ears were slightly red, and he coughed unnaturally, "Little fish, don't mess around."

"Grandpa doesn't love Xiaoyu anymore?" The little girl pursed her lips, her eyes turned red, and she even started acting like a spoiled child.

She pulled Xiao Tingchen and asked him to put himself on the ground. While shaking the two braids, the old god pointed to the three elders, "Hmph, I want you three to lie on the ground, why not?" I will ride like a big horse! If you are not obedient, I will make you look good!"

Xiao Tingchen's mouth twitched.

What kind of gentle and graceful version of Su Xiaojiu is this, she is clearly the Witch of the World!

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There are still [-] to [-] words to finish the text, and I will write a small episode
Starting from "The Splendid Concubine's Daughter Overwhelming the World" in 2015, by 2019, I can pat my chest and say that there has not been a day of interruption in four years, so I may have to rest for a few days, and a single chapter will be updated in these days, and then this book When the main text is over, there will be a new book, probably at the end of the month

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