Chapter 1246:

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Zhong Mingwei looked at He Chengzhi's tears, and suddenly remembered what he said to him in Ningguta—
"At that time, several lines of Zhu's criticism were completed, my father and mother died, and the death of my brother and sister was scattered. Only I was left and right in the palace. I was alive to Ninggu Pagoda. I did n’t dare to delay for a day. I got greedy in the morning, but I just developed a good ability, in order to one day be able to avenge my parents, brothers and sisters ... "
"So, in order to be able to rush to Beijing as soon as possible to check the whereabouts of your sister, you gave up the opportunity to participate in the Imperial Examination, but participated in the martial arts?" Zhong Mingwei said with a deep voice, and looked at He Chengzhi with complicated eyes, the thought in his heart just now. The idea was disappointed. At this time, it was completely gone. He suddenly had a deep understanding and sympathy for He Chengzhi's change.
"Yes, Long live the wise man," He Chengzhi nodded, then nodded, and wiped his wet eyes, while holding the lips bitterly, "Do not hide the Long live, his subordinates have been influenced by his father since childhood, intoxicated poetry books , Originally dismissive of martial arts, but after he went to Ninggu Pagoda, his subordinates still abandoned texts and martial arts. To be honest, even criminals like their subordinates, even if they were high-handed, did not break. Any way out, so what else to learn? "Here, He Chengzhi tickled his lips mockingly, and then paused and said again," Although I think so, but in the past few years, his subordinates have not been able to really Put down the poetry book, and later went to Chaktu, cultivated by General Chaktu, and got the golden opportunity of the long lived amnesty of the world, the subordinates feel that they can finally abandon the martial arts, and always have the opportunity to show their ambitions, Chak General Tu is also willing to subsidize one of his subordinates to take the exam, but if his subordinates want to take the exam, he will be able to come to the capital in the next year at the earliest, "He Chengzhi said with a deep sigh, shaking He shook his head and continued, "But the subordinates can't wait to come to Beijing to check on the whereabouts of the sister. The subordinates don't know if the sister is still in the world, but even with a little hope, the subordinates can't give up. If the younger sister is still alive, how did she get through these years, her subordinates dare not think about it ... "
Speaking of which, He Chengzhi couldn't talk anymore, his hands were covering his face, his body twitched, and he couldn't stop for a while.
Yes, if the sister is still alive, how much hardship and suffering she should have in these years, how should the four-year-old child be under the palace wall, learn a little bit about slavery, learn to lie down in front of the noble, Be a well-behaved dog?
...
He Chengzhi couldn't even think about it. In the past few years, what supported him a little is nothing more than his parents' unrequited hatred, and his sister. Now Zhong Mingwei is enshrined in the world and amnesty is imposed on his parents. Wash it, but what about my sister? Where is she?
He Chengzhi really ca n’t wait any longer. He watched his son is four years old, and he looked at his son ’s young child with a real smile on his face. He was heartbroken. That year, his sister was so big. , The little girl who talked about milk and milk and loved coquettishly was thrown into the palace as a slave. She ...
Can she hold on and survive?
He Chengzhi can't stand it. Compared to finding his sister, what is this life destined to break with poetry? What does his ambition and ambition compare with his sister?
Therefore, he gave up poems again. After fifteen years later, he returned to the capital again. As a warrior, he went through the thorns and thorns, and finally became the champion of the martial arts. The opportunity to help.
"Your sister was slaved into the palace at the age of four?" After a pause, Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth, but his voice was a little deep.