This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 208
Protector Mo, who was taken back to the prison, always had this half-dead attitude. After hearing Cui Yixiao's words, his ashen eyes finally changed.

"You actually know Cefeng?" Mo Hufa looked at Cui Yixiao, his eyes gradually became sharper, as if he wanted to find something from him.

"It's only been twenty years since the Cefeng Army was disbanded, so what if someone remembers it."

Lu Hanjiang blocked Protector Mo's line of sight, and looked down at him through the iron fence of the cell: "But I am even more curious, why did you even vote for the Xuantian Sect, General Mo? It seems that the court is mean and ungrateful."

"Imperial court. Hehe."

Mo Hufa deliberately raised his tattooed face, and sneered: "Isn't fame and fortune all the reason, the court treats me like this, if I don't vote for the Xuantian sect, I will be waiting to be decapitated by you ?"

"Tsk tsk, the general's words are a bit insincere. Even if you don't save face for the adults in the court, can you give face to your master?"

The playful words made Protector Mo's face slightly changed, and Lu Hanjiang's eyes seemed to be able to see through his mind: "With your identity, if you say you run away, you run away. Who would believe it?"

This is the fact. The Zefeng Army back then was too special. Among all the princes, only the former prince controlled such an army in the army. How could Mo Tianyang, as the arm of the prince on the bright side, suddenly disappear without anyone noticing it? .

Those who were at odds with the power of the first prince in the imperial court, those princes, none of them wanted to kill the grass, even Qin Yu was in trouble, Mo Tianyang was such an important person, who would easily let him go.

Cui Yixiao was also relieved at this time, he said: "My lord, I remember that it was written in the mansion newspaper that he died of illness while in exile. There must be officials from the court to provide assistance in this matter. Just check the files from that year."

"It's useless."

Lu Hanjiang shook his head: "For more than [-] years, all the files related to the former crown prince have been sealed up. If you go to check the files, you will be alarmed."

Lu Hanjiang had thought of checking the files a long time ago. When the three Xuantian Sect assassins were arrested years ago, and one of them was recognized by Cui Yixiao as possibly being from the Cefeng Army, he wanted to check the records of that year.

But someone with a heart has already deliberately sealed all the relevant files in the same place. If someone checks the files, it will definitely arouse the vigilance of these people.

Lu Hanjiang took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the iron fence of the cell, looked at the Mo protector and said softly: "I have always been puzzled, where did you people get the ability to hide for twenty years, for the sake of a person?" The so-called grandsons are able to gather so many helpers, from court to rivers and lakes, there are people from you everywhere."

Protector Mo didn't speak, but deliberately avoided Lu Hanjiang's gaze.

Lu Hanjiang didn't care either, he let go of his hands and turned around: "I thought you guys were crazy, you would rather gamble on the future of a baby than pick a ready-made prince, even if they don't stand in line for the future He is also a rich man, but he would rather risk his disgrace to rebel against the bandits. Now this official understands that the gentlemen in the court are masters who do not see rabbits and do not scatter eagles. To persuade them, only His Royal Highness Yu Not enough, right?"

The dancing flames from the torch fell on Protector Mo's cloudy and uncertain face, he lowered his head firmly, and creaked his hand covering his broken arm.

"Tell me, did the prince really die in the assassination case twenty years ago?"

Lu Hanjiang didn't know whether he was asking a question or talking to himself, a trace of deep fear flashed through Mo's lowered eyes, and Cui Yixiao stood stiffly, daring not to say a word.

The meaning expressed in these words is self-evident. Lu Hanjiang strode out of the dungeon, leaving only a faint instruction: "Take care of him, don't let this man die."
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The sun is shining brightly, and you can see far away. On the one hand, there is snow all over the sky, and the snow is covered with white.

Huangfu Xiaoyuan picked an unknown flower and put it on the top of the tombstone. There was not much sadness on her face, even though it was her dear brother or father buried here?
There is not a single word written on the flat tombstone, only the Yulou Sword next to the tomb proves his identity, and it only took a handful of loess to bury this powerful head of the imperial family.

Huangfu Xiaoyuan looked at the tombstone in a daze, and a little girl not far away came running from the hillside holding an oil paper bag, showing her teeth that were still changing, and sweetly called her name: "Sister, Guzhu!" Brother asked me to bring you food."

"Thank you."

Huangfu Xiaoyuan took the oiled paper bag from the little girl's hand. This child is a drug boy in Farewell Valley. His innocent appearance is so adorable. If he hadn't known that the master they served was Di He, who Known as the Hundred Poison Man, the master of using poison in the magic way, I am afraid that he really thinks this is some kind of paradise.

After delivering the meal to herself, the little girl bounced away. It wasn't cold-blooded, but because of her age and experience, she didn't understand what parting between life and death was, and she didn't know why people were buried in the soil.

If you want to say that the real cold-blooded and ruthless, I am afraid it should be yourself, Huangfu Xiaoyuan thought so.

After Huangfu Yushu's death, apart from being shocked and puzzled, she didn't have such a strong sadness in her heart, nor did she feel heart-piercing pain. After a day, she even felt a little more than that.

I just don't know why, thinking of him lying alone in the tomb, Huangfu Xiaoyuan would shed tears involuntarily.

"Wipe it."

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and what was handed to him was a silk handkerchief embroidered with poppy flowers. Huangfu Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment, then turned her head, and saw Lu Hanjiang looking at her with a smile
"How could you." At that moment, Huangfu Xiaoyuan was slightly absent-minded.

"Hundred Poison Man's labyrinth layout is not bad, but it's a pity that it's a blindfold after all, and it's far worse than the real mechanism secret."

Lu Hanjiang took Huangfu Xiaoyuan's hand, stuffed Sipa into her hand, and squeezed her fingers together: "I never lend my shoulders to others, so you can use this to make do with it."

The incomprehensible style of the man in front of her has not been in a day or two. Huangfu Xiaoyuan has long been used to it. She tried to pull her hand away with some resistance, and said stubbornly: "I didn't cry. It was just wind and sand."

"Save it."

Lu Hanjiang firmly grabbed her hand to hold Si, and said in a sad tone: "Your elder brother, Huangfu Yushu, may be the last person in this world who is deeply concerned about your 'death' and keeps pursuing it." .”

After the words were finished, Huangfu Xiaoyuan raised her head in a daze. She seemed to realize something suddenly, her eyes were quickly filled with tears, and all the belated sadness flooded into her heart in an instant.

After understanding what loss really means, all the good memories in the past have become poisonous spikes, and every fragment is painful torture.

"If you're worried about your elder brother being alone underground, you might as well send your elder sister down to accompany him."

The four eyes met, and Lu Hanjiang's smile was reflected in Huangfu Xiaoyuan's dazed pupils. At that moment, the girl's pure white heart was slightly stained with frenzy.

The heart after a collapse is fragile. Lu Hanjiang's words are like a long rope thrown to Huangfu Xiaoyuan in the abyss. This is the only hope that appears in the darkness. Hold on to it, even if there is hatred beneath its redemptive veneer.

(End of this chapter)