Chapter 721: Scarlet Long Street (middle)

There is a long street in Kyoto’s North City called Pingdao, which is not far from the imperial city. After passing the Sanshe Bridge not far in front, you can go to Suzaku Boulevard. It is very convenient to go up. For countless years, this street has lived They are all dignitaries and nobles. From the past to the present, no changes have ever occurred, but with the changes in the current situation, the people living in the houses on the street keep changing.
In orthodox years, the best place on Ping An Road and the mansion that was closest to the imperial city naturally belonged to the Tianhai family. After the change of the Tianshuling, the Tianhai family has not changed, but when going east, many houses have changed owners and overhauled civil engineering, because more than ten princes such as Xiang Wang and Zhongshan King have moved in successively.
The house on the east of Pingan Road and closest to Huaihuali is Xue Mansion. As the most trusted first person in the military of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Xue Xingchuan is naturally eligible for such treatment. Now Xue family can no longer continue to protect In this house, the new owner may be a prince or a god, who knows?
Mrs. Xue did not know who the new owner of this house was, but she knew that it was an inevitable thing. She never expected to stay here. She had already made preparations for it, and her servants did their best to dismiss. After the sacrifice, I bought a small courtyard on the street outside Baihua Lane with the original dowry silver.
After doing this, she thought she could have calmed down, but listening to the cry from her side, she found that calmness was also a luxury after all, and felt that her head hurt a little. Shen Sheng asked, "What the are you?" Crying because of pain or crying because of sadness?"
A few days ago, Miss Xue's family, who was driven out of the house by the housekeeper's house all night, stayed in Xue's house to wash her face with tears. After hearing that news today, she couldn't even cry. After listening to Mrs. Xue's questioning, she was frightened, raised her head in a sheepish voice, and sobbed and asked, "Mother, what's wrong?"
Her eyes were already red, and her voice became hoarse. I don't know why. There were many wounds on her face that seemed to have been beaten.
Mrs. Xue pointed at her and did not eliminate her bruised face until today, and said angrily: "If you cried because you were beaten, it means that you have no interest and you are not worthy of being your father's daughter. If it is because he died Crying, it means you have a problem with your brain. Is crying for such a person worth it?"
The news that Wei Shilang was killed by Chen Changsheng and Wang Po has spread throughout Kyoto. Every time Miss Xue thought of her husband’s unsympathetic love and hot hands, she would be so angry that she wished him to die, but suddenly found that the man was really dead. Thinking of these years, she couldn’t help but feel sad and felt her life was real. It's so bitter.
Listening to her mother, Miss Xue's family also felt that she was really useless, but... How did Chief Chen kill him? Shouldn't it be the man who beat the man in pain and then escorted to Xue Fu to apologize to himself, and swear to Tian that he will be very good to himself, just like before...
A sudden Xiao Xiao interrupted her messy thoughts.
The noise came from the house next to Xue's house.
Immediately afterwards, there were countless rumbling crashes, and the sound of wind and thunder could be heard faintly. Then, the house collapsed and the dust filled.
Miss Xue's family was stunned and pale, and no matter how sad or crying she was.
Mrs. Xue's eyes fell on the rising smoke next door, and a puzzled expression appeared on her face.
The collapse of the house next door did not affect Xue Fu, but she did not know why, she just thought that this should be related to Xue Fu.
Many years ago, after the Queen Mother gave Xue Xingchuan the house of Pingdao, the house across the wall began to be renovated simultaneously.
The door of the house was opened in the south-facing Huaihua, and ordinary people could not even find it. Walking on Ping'an Road only felt that the house was part of Xue's House.
The owner of the house was very mysterious and never dealt with people. Until today, Mrs. Xue didn’t know who the other person was, only vaguely guessed that she should have a relationship with her home, because she had heard Xue Xingchuan do two responses in person. Arrangements and the most severe warnings.
She even wondered whether this mysterious neighbor would be the rumored Prince Zhaoming, of course, and later proved that this conjecture was wrong.
The house collapsed and brought countless smoke and dust. The broken bamboo was like a broken bow. Some green bamboo pieces collapsed and went to Xuefu's garden.
Mrs. Xue hugged her terrified daughter and whispered a few words of comfort.
The house next door was still collapsing, and the sound of rumbling was still there, as if someone had fallen directly from the courtyard to the street. Mrs. Xue didn't know why the next door collapsed, but looking at this terrible movement, she thought that even if the person escaped, she would be injured and told the steward to open the door to see if the other party needed help.
It was getting dark and a little dark, but the snow on the street was still so white, so I could clearly see the man.
Although that person's blood seemed to be black.
The steward opened the door of Xue's house, and the pictures that Mrs. Xue and her daughter saw at first glance were such bloody.
The Xue family exclaimed, and shouted: "Come and save people."
After saying this, she saw a very strange picture.
A beauty dressed in a palace dress appeared behind the blood man, silently.
The beauty of the palace costume was also bleeding, and there was some dust, covering some eyebrows, but it could not cover the beauty.
Who is she? How is this going? Just when Miss Xue was stunned, the court-dressed beauty raised the broken sword in her hand and chopped down to the blood man.
A burst of blood shot into the snow, not a lot, not enough to let the blood man die on the spot, nor too small to be seen.
"It's a murder!" Miss Xue's family shouted in horror, and then the voice stopped abruptly.
Mrs. Xue covered her mouth and her hands were trembling, but she was very hard and did not let her daughter make any sound.
She saw it clearly. The beauty in the palace was Mo Yu, and the blood man was... Zhou Tong.
It turned out that the house next door was Zhoutong.
She finally wanted to understand this, thinking that Xue Xingchuan had concealed the matter from herself, and she couldn't help but get angry, her body trembling more severely.
"It's Zhou Tong." Mrs. Xue's voice was a little vague and a little cold.
Miss Xue's body was slightly stiff, looking at the picture on Xuejie, her hands gradually clenched.
Zhou Tong, like a wounded beast, groaned in a weird manner, climbed out of the snow painfully, and walked forward a few steps.
He knew that it was Xue House, and that the mother and daughter on the stone steps were his sister-in-law and niece, so he would not turn his head to look over there.
He would not plead with them, it was self-inflicted, and he did not want to be seen by them like a stray dog.
He wanted to leave as soon as possible, but at this moment, a fierce sword wind fell on the upper side of his left thigh.
The muscles were cut straight and the blood was slowly falling like porridge spilling out of the edge of the pot. He knelt heavily in the snow, and there was snow splashing under his knees.
Looking at this scene, Miss Xue's family exclaimed again, but this time, in addition to panic, more is pleasure.
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