Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 1026

Up to this point, the expression on Mo Buli's face gradually changed from ridicule to sadness: "In the year when the water was released, only a small half of the manpower sent by the father was left when they returned, and the edict was never found. And After this incident, the late emperor became more and more attached to Prince Jing's mansion, and in the end he almost locked up Prince Jing's mansion. During this period, his father tried every means to search for the survivors of the Qin family. Few of the people died at that time, and they wandered around in order to survive. They didn't even know where they were going, so how could we know? The father sent out more than ten groups of people, all of them I returned empty-handed. After searching for it, another four years passed in a hurry, and it was the 19th year of Yongping."

Having said that, his voice gradually became quieter, he lowered his head, and his whole body was shrouded in a kind of bewildered emotion.

The 19th year of Yongping was the year of the Prince Jing Rebellion.

That year, Mo Buli was 16 years old.

Looking at his frail figure, a trace of disapproval flashed across Qin Su's eyes.

Everything she suffered in the previous life was due to inseparability. Even though the past between King Jing and the late emperor was indeed embarrassing, it was nothing more than success and failure. In the final analysis, everything was driven by the desire for power.

Furthermore, Mo Buli and Qin Su, or Mo Buli and the Huan clan, are in a natural hostile relationship, either you die or I die, and there is no possibility of turning around.

Under such circumstances, Qin Su naturally hoped that the one who died was the other party, not her.

"The governor wants to know the reason why I hate the Huan family, doesn't he?" Mo Buli's voice suddenly sounded, carrying the icy coldness of the heavy snow, falling into his ears.

Huan Zicheng didn't speak, but nodded calmly.

Mo Buli was lowering his head slightly, looking from bottom to top, scanning Huan Zicheng and Qin Su back and forth.

The snow light fell on his cheeks, making his brows and eyes darker, especially his eyes, which were as black as a bottomless abyss.

He just looked at them like this, as if he wanted to find a familiar figure from them. After a long time, Fang grinned: "I think, you must have never heard of it. Before the father started the incident One day, Huan Daofei and I met once."

The mountain wind was gradually gushing, stirring up heavy snow all over the sky, and pounced on the simple corridor eaves of the Danjing room.Qin Su looked down, and saw that the edge of her crimson skirt had already been covered with large flakes of snow, and the hem of Huan Zicheng's robe was also stained with snow.

"My lord...reported on you?" Huan Zicheng's voice suddenly rang out.

That voice was icy cold soaked by the heavy snow, like icy edges, as if it could pierce people's ears.

Qin Su shivered subconsciously.

However, before she had any other thoughts, her body suddenly felt warm.

She raised her head quickly, and saw the dumb slave standing beside her at some point, and was putting a thick Shu brocade cloak with folded branches and plum tufts of gold thread over her cloak.

"It's snowing heavily, Your Highness must not catch a cold." He whispered, and conveniently stuffed a hand stove over, grinning at Qin Su: "Jing Hong gave it to me before he left, Your Highness should take it. "

The warmth between the fingers, together with the warmth brought by the cloak, warmed Qin Su's cold heart a little bit.

"Thank you, uncle dumb." She smiled at the dumb slave.

The dumb slave didn't speak, just nodded slightly to her, then turned his head to look at Mo Buli and Ariel, his face turned cold instantly.

Huan Zicheng didn't notice the conversation between Qin Su and the dumb slave.

He was looking at Mo Buli, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were still cold: "The county king hates the Huan family so much, is it because of the family lord?"

Mo Buli stared at him blankly, with a dazed expression, and after a while, he opened his lips and asked, "He... told you?" The very difficult voice seemed to be squeezed out word by word from the depths of his throat.

"I guess." Huan Zicheng brushed the hem of his clothes nonchalantly, and swept away the residual snow from the hem of the robe, with an indifferent expression: "The king of the county set up a 15-year-long plan to change girls, just to make Apu stand on top of him." The purpose of going back to the Huan mansion in the name of Thirteen Niang Huan is to make Apu reveal the fire and phoenix seal you gave her at a critical moment, and to come forward and report on her so-called "father"—that is, the family lord— — Collaborating with the enemy to conspire against the whole family of the Huan family. The king of the county used the betrayal of his relatives as the starting point for this plan, which contained great hatred and a strong sense of revenge. I guessed that my Huan family members might have also I have treated the king like this before. Now I heard what the king said, the person who betrayed you back then should be the lord of the family. And the purpose of your plan is to avenge the betrayal of the lord of the family."

Mo Buli seemed to be stunned when he heard it, with a dazed expression on his face, and his purple lips were trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Ariel on the side showed sadness again on his flat face.

He took two steps forward slowly, bent down and took out a thick cloak from a corpse that looked like a servant, and put it on for Mo Buli.

Mo Buli sat blankly, letting Ariel fasten the tie of his cloak, his eyes empty.

"The fire and phoenix seal, is the manuscript drawn by the lord for the county king?" Huan Zicheng said again.

It was clearly a voice that was close to heartless, but on Mobuli's face, sadness and desolation slowly appeared.

He rolled his black and cold eyes, looked at Huan Zicheng, and a sad smile flashed across his face: "Smart as Mr. Dudu, he really deserves to be... his child."

Everyone knows who the "he" he refers to.

Qin Su focused on him, and always felt that whenever Huan Daofei was mentioned, there would always be something extra in Mo Buli's expression and posture.

If Qin Su is really just a 15-year-old girl, I'm afraid she won't be able to see such a difference.However, after all, she has already lived a lifetime, so she can tell at a glance that Mo Buli's feelings for Huan Daofei are extremely complicated.

She couldn't help shaking her head secretly.

Love is deep and lifeless, these four characters are really appropriate when applied to Mo Buli.

"Indeed, it was Huan Daofei who reported on my father." Mo Buli's voice sounded again, pulling back Qin Su's thoughts.

Qin Su looked at him, and saw that the misery on his face had faded, and he had returned to his original slick and indifferent look: "Since the governor has already guessed it, I won't repeat the process. His voice was Han, and his expression was extremely desolate: "In the end, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let Huan Daofei notice the change of his father in a moment of desperation, and then reported it to the late emperor. Father, father just lost the initiative and was chased all the way to Baiyun Temple by the late emperor's men."

He let out a long sigh and looked around.

In the vast snow field, those standing broken stones were like tombstones, burying everything he was familiar with.

Relatives, friends, lovers...

Everything he once loved was crushed to pieces under this big broken rock.

(End of this chapter)