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Yuqie's so-called countryside refers to the surrounding small towns that are smaller than Acho-Omran.The famous teacher-Gan Luoci was employed in these small towns before that. He was responsible for handling all kinds of prisoners and was paid on a piece-by-piece basis.

"Get up, master teacher." Kundlomifi said to Ganlotz, "This job is not easy, but I should not interfere with your work."

"No, I should thank Your Highness." Famed teacher-Gan Luoci's voice was calm, "Because only a big man like you can truly influence the fate of a tortured person."

It doesn't sound like polite words.

"You mean..." Kundlomifi heard the meaning of his words—the famous teacher Gan Luoci didn't seem to have prejudice against himself because of the hindrance of execution, but in fact it was the opposite.

"The executioner is the ultimate practitioner of the criminal law. If there is anyone who understands the advantages and disadvantages of it best, it must be them." Yuqie said again, "Your Highness, if what I have done recently can Let you feel relieved, then you will definitely admire this famous teacher even more - I am not worth mentioning in front of him - the people he saved and healed are ten times more than the villains he judged in this execution ground Hundred times."

"Really? That's really amazing." Kundlomifi was really happy to hear him say that. He stepped forward and helped the bloody man up from the ground.The bodyguard Nedlig wanted to step forward to stop the prince's unseemly behavior, but it was too late.

Since Yuqie came to Aqiao Omran two months ago, he has cooperated with the famous teacher Gan Luoci several times, and the cooperation is quite pleasant-once, Yuqie even had a good relationship with Gan Luoz Talking about such a joke: "We are experts in cheating liars, and expert robbers in robbing robbers; the upstream catches some big fish, and the downstream will kill and bury them."

In the past period of time, Yuqie could see that Ganluoci seemed to have his own plan—this person was different from the kind of executioner he had seen before—he was taciturn, did not drink, and never Do not participate in the carnival of the "layman", and communicate with those dignitaries of Acho-Omran (mostly by virtue of medical skills).Therefore, Yuqie decided that this person was worthy of his deep friendship—just like the baron who wrote the letter did when he met him, he helped the other party with some "little favors", and today is the same.

"Gan Luoci is the most upright and self-disciplined executioner I have ever seen. He never associates with those who are idle and do not know how to make progress. From this point of view, perhaps there will never be another one in Luoming." He spared no effort to praise Gan Luoci, "He is very insightful, like a thinker. More importantly... Although Gan Luoci and I do different jobs, some ideas coincide."

"Okay, you'd better say a few words, what kind of person I am, His Highness can see clearly at a glance." Gan Luoz couldn't stand the excessive boasting of himself, and he continued, "And, instead of saying that you You're praising me, but it's more like you're praising yourself."

"Why not?" Yuqie smiled and raised his eyebrows at him.

Kundlomifi could tell that their acquaintance-like tone of conversation clearly meant friendship.

"You said that you have some ideas that coincide with each other, can you talk about it?" The prince was a little curious about this.

"Many aspects, dealing with people, matters, and things—for example, using a sword." Yuqie replied, "He and I both thought that if something can be solved with one sword, we should not swing it a second time—and, if the problem can be solved with a sword, then try to use a sword as much as possible."

"Oh..." Kundlomifi nodded again and again, like an open-minded and studious student, he thought about the meaning of Yuqie's words-some understanding, but he didn't seem to understand, so he asked again: "Ganlotz's sword I understand that because beheading is a more dignified death, the executioner usually honors the sword; but what about you... why do you prefer to use the sword to solve problems?"

"Your Highness, it's not that I don't want to say it—but once some words are explained, the reasoning behind them will appear simple and boring. Maybe, if you don't explain it, you can understand it better."

"What's the point?"

On the side, Gan Luoci couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, our philosophers in Luoming have been pursuing two realms, that is, 'poetry in thought and Zen in action'-I guess he must want to say this-but on the other hand, I don't think there is any poetry in this swordsman's words, so he may just be playing mysteries."

"In this way, I think this Mr. Executioner may be able to comprehend some of the essence of Zen, because he only looks like a saint when he chops off other people's heads." Yuqie ran on.

After hearing this, Ganlotz smiled indifferently.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Kundelomifi couldn't help being a little envious—compared with the rigidity when talking to herself, Yuqie's attitude at this time is more easy-going and sincere.

Thinking of this, the prince suddenly had an idea. He said to the executioner: "Ganluozi, I have always been in poor health. I sprained my ankle while hunting a few days ago. I can make an appointment. Please help me to see it." Do you want to see a doctor?"

"This... I'm afraid it's inappropriate." The famous teacher Gan Luoz was somewhat resistant to this—out of fear of this person's identity—he thought it might be risky to do this.

"I know a famous doctor in the capital. Although he came from an academic school, he claimed that he learned all his skills from executioners and alchemists." Kundlomifi said, "In terms of medical skills, you executioners must have their own uniqueness."

"That's natural. The students of the medical school all buy from them. In terms of the human body, no one can guarantee that they know more than them." Yuqie said.

Medical students need to dissect corpses to learn, and if they want to get the corpse of a condemned prisoner, they need the consent of the authorities and the executioner.

With Yuqie fanning the flames, it was hard for Gan Luoci to refuse.

"Then it will be the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, what do you think?" Kundlomifi asked.

"It's at your convenience," Ganlotz replied.

"That's great, we'll see you at the city hall then." Kundlomifi smiled at him, "That's it, I can't bother you anymore."

The conversation between the three was not short, and the execution process was not over yet.

"Work hard, my friend." Yuqie patted Ganlotz on the shoulder before leaving.They nodded to each other tacitly.

The subsequent execution process was relatively easy, because the last few executions were not against people, but animals.

Acho-Omran hired a local theater actor, and he read out the guilt of the "manly evil" movements in witty words. After each reading, Ganlotz struck the ground with his whip a few times to frighten the chained animals.Among these animals, there are ferrets and bobcats that attack poultry and livestock, there are dire giant wolves that are more than two meters long, and there are bear spirits that cannibalize people... The two sang together and threatened these animals, and then the blood-splashing court made a ruling.

So far, the bloody rally on the day of trial and execution has come to an end, and everyone has returned home happily.

The next day, Kundelomifi asked Gan Luoci to see a doctor, and insisted on asking Gan Luoci to go back to the capital with him on the grounds of his superb medical skills.He promised to grant Ganlotz the post of court physician and wash away the family stigma left by generations of executioners.Even though the Ajo-Omran authorities were reluctant, they still couldn't stop the prince's decision—everyone knew that Princess Yewenli loved her frail nephew very much—so, no matter Ajo-Omran No matter how much Lan valued the executioner's professional ability, it was not enough to be a reason for him to delay the prince's medical treatment.

Of course, this idea was given by Yuqi to Kundelomefi, and he himself was able to use the east wind as a guest to follow the prince's convoy to Centrum, the capital of Lomingo.On the day before departure, when Luo Ge went out and saw the luxurious carriage parked at the door, he still thought he was dreaming.

Kundelomifi attached great importance to Yuqie and Ganlotz. He respected them and regarded them as friends and teachers. Later, when the short-lived prince came to the throne in a hurry, he once wrote a letter to the eldest princess Referring to the two, he said: "I was undoubtedly a condemned prisoner of fate, but she took pity on me, and sent two men—an executioner, and a priest—who have influenced me to this day. "

[164] Commitment · Baptist (the eleventh)

In front of the courtyard, the guard Nedlig withdrew his long sword and looked at Kundlomiffy with some helplessness.

"Why don't you fight anymore?" Kundlomifi asked suspiciously with staring eyes.

"Ashamed to say, this subordinate... is not his opponent." Nedlig replied.At first, he didn't think the foreigner in front of him was so powerful, but after the real competition, he realized that he was more than one level behind the opponent.

"That's weird——Nedlig, your level in the palace is worthy of a reputation." Kundlomifi also found it unbelievable.

"Your Highness, perhaps only the sword master Feng Cen's disciples can match this Your Excellency Yuqie."

"Really?" Kundelomi Fei looked at Yuqie, he didn't expect that this wandering swordsman could be so accomplished in swordsmanship.

So, he had some ideas because of this.

In winter, the Sirens royal family held a banquet in the palace to celebrate the coming of the holy patriarchal New Year's Day. King Hasherepo, Queen Erneline and their six children - four princes and two princesses - Come together, drink and chat, enjoy dancing and theatre.

In addition to their family, many noble ministers and guests from other places gathered in the hall, and Princess Ye Wenli also came today.

Kundelo Mifi went to the banquet today and brought Yuqie with her.Yuqieren is handsome and has an extraordinary bearing, which has attracted the attention of many people.The third prince was so proud of this, that he even played tricks on purpose, and was not in a hurry to introduce Yuqie's identity to others.

"Look, that's the swordsman Fengcen, the most famous swordsman in our country." Kundlomfi gave Yuqie a look, and Yuqie pretended to glance over there inadvertently. From a position on the side, what he saw was an old man with sharp eyes and white beard and hair.The prince continued: "The young man next to Fengcen is named Iblulan, and he is his only disciple. I would like you to challenge him."

"I can't guarantee that I can beat him, but... I will try my best." Yuqie said.

"It doesn't matter, whether you win or lose, others will notice you. After all, your strength lies there." Letting Yuqie show up in front of his father and aunt is the real intention of Kundelomifi.

"Well then, I won't embarrass you." Yuqie pretended to smile helplessly.

Yuqie can see that although this prince is sickly and weak-hearted, sometimes he is willing to touch the scene and hurt his feelings, and caress the time and things; but after getting along for a long time, he will find that Kundelomify will also show some aspects of his personality. Unexpected stubbornness, or a tendency to be competitive.

The outstanding actors of Centram worked hard in the hall of the palace, and the carefully choreographed plays and dances were staged here. Their skills are dazzling, and their splendor is dizzying.

Iblulan was wearing a moon-white one-shoulder burqa, and his long dark gray hair was tied behind his neck. He sat upright in the banquet, his face was easy-going but not lacking in coldness, and his posture gave people a kind of innocence and strictness. self-disciplined impression.He noticed Yuqie's gaze—the two looked at each other for a few seconds before turning their gazes back.

Taking advantage of the interval between performances, the guards finally had the opportunity to convey Kundlomifi’s proposal to King Hashelepo—Hasherepo immediately rejected it with a smile, so Kundlomifi proposed a second time, and under the watchful eyes of Queen Erneline, Hashelepo agreed this time.He immediately asked his men to go to the courtyard to clean up the venue, and the plan was to let Iblulan and Yuqie go there to compete after the performance.

Kundlomfi breathed a sigh of relief after getting his father's permission. He was both excited and nervous at the moment. He no longer had the heart to appreciate the moving songs and dances in front of him, and even the scenery of Yingying and Yanyan could not attract his attention.At the end of the performance, if Yuqie hadn't reminded him, he might have jumped out from behind the table involuntarily and made a fool of himself in public.

Hashielep, the wise king in the eyes of the world, first expressed his gratitude to the ministers and guests who came to visit today, and then mentioned the bandits and bandits on the eastern border in recent years, as well as the improvement of law and order. Under Miffy's expectant eyes, the king finally got to the point. He said, "You must have heard that there is an Elvran man called the 'Lonely Swordsman' who has been active there——this man is upright and noble, He has made many contributions to our country, but he refused all the rewards he deserved. A few days ago, my son...Kundelo had the honor to invite this hero to the palace." He looked at Kundlo Mifi , his eyes are full of kindness, "Just now, Kun Delu told me that his friend also has good martial arts, and can even compete with our sword master's disciple Ibululan, so he So I made a request to me, and wanted to add another show tonight, so that the two of them could have a competition under the witness of you. I didn't want to agree, after all, there are so many distinguished guests today, and swords and swords are always inappropriate , but Kun Delu said that he dared to guarantee that it would be a very exciting match--well, how could a father refuse his son's request twice, so I had no choice but to agree to him." Haha Sherepo stood up with his arms around the queen, and he continued: "Now, the performance in the hall is over, if you feel tired, you can go back to rest first, and we will meet again tomorrow; I moved to the courtyard together, where the charcoal pots, tables and chairs, and warm wine have been arranged, let's see the abilities of the two heroes in this cold winter where the westerly wind is howling."

Everyone immediately echoed and expressed their willingness to appreciate the honor.This large group of people left the hall and went to the courtyard behind the palace.

After taking their seats, Iblulan and Yuqie stood in the arena. These two handsome young men in brocade suits first saluted the king and queen, and then bowed to each other to express their loyalty to the royal family, and respect for the opponent.

The court mages in white robes with purple borders stood in front of the crowd, kneeling on one knee, chanting incantations silently, and condensed a transparent barrier in front of the audience.

The reason why Kundelomifi dared to guarantee the excitement of this fight was precisely because the contest between Iblulan and Yuqie would be a "full-scale" contest--the so-called full-scale contest is a martial arts contest regardless of spells and sword skills-using what they have learned to defeat their opponents, but they need to stop.

A huge bonfire rose from the copper brazier in the courtyard, and the two stood on both sides of the raging flame, posing in a posture.

The cold wind howled, and the courtyard was silent.

"Wait a minute." When they were ready to go, a cold and noble female voice came, and Princess Wenzina of Yewenli—the snow-haired witch—suddenly stopped the competition.

Her voice is not loud, but no one can ignore it.Wenzina stood up and took a sword from the bodyguard. With a wave of her hand, she threw the sword to Yuqie who was more than ten steps away.

Everyone heard her say: "What Iblulan used was a good sword given to him by his master, but you—— used Kundelu's saber—that was something I gave him. I feel very distressed." Wenzina's tone always reveals a sense of majesty and coldness, but at this time her words have a different kind of warmth, which made everyone secretly smile.

Yuqie took her sword, there seemed to be a streamer shining on the sword, like the light of the sword coming out of the scabbard, it was faintly intimidating, obviously it was a good sword that was hard to find.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Yuqie didn't say much. After returning the saber to Kundlomifi, he returned to the field with the knight sword given to him by Wenzina.

While everyone was surprised, they heard Wenzina continue to say: "Your Excellency Yuqie, if you can defeat Iblulan, I will give you this sword." As soon as these words were uttered, not only the people sitting, but even Iblulan, who has always been steady, showed a look of surprise.

Yuqie smiled, and he bowed in Wenzina's direction—at this time, he showed neither joy for it nor gratitude for her generous promise.

"Your Excellency Yuqie, if you can get this good sword, I will definitely be happy for you." Iblulan couldn't help but said, "But from another perspective, if you get it easily, I don't really care about it." I'm too convinced—so you have to pay attention—I won't let water in this competition."

"Then let's do what we can."

"Yes, each according to his own ability."

Gossip only a few words.The two raised their weapons and put on their respective postures. Almost at the same time, they silently recited the spell, and the flashes of enriched elements appeared beside them from time to time, and then condensed on the sword body glowing with cold light .

The spectators could not help but sit up straight.

Iblulan took a step forward, and his burqa and long hair fluttered as he jumped up. His movements were silent, light and erratic, sometimes as fierce as a tiger or leopard, and sometimes as if scattered into white mist.

Yuqie was not confused by his move, he went up to meet him, and at the same time swung the sword in his hand-the two completed the first collision, and the invisible elemental ripples scattered out, attracting the people behind them The bonfire went out in an instant, and after a burst of crackling, it rekindled again.

But this collision was not the end of the first round. The transparent ice became the continuation of the sword in Iblulan's hand, and the cold spikes extended, as if to pierce into the opponent's chest; but Yuqie did not let him do so, white light mixed with thunder appeared on the edge of the sword, and the elemental power that represented destruction collided and bloomed, shattering everything that had not been forged.

The shattered ice floated in the air, turned into flowing water, condensed at the feet of its summoner, and swirled like waves.

The two were only separated for a moment, and then they fought in one place again, and the flowing water around Iblulan gathered more and more—sometimes it became an unstoppable spike, and sometimes it became a barrier that blocked it. Becoming an extension of the blade in Ibluran's hand, it can also be transformed into a dagger or spear in his other hand.

Iblulan's familiarity with different weapons and his ever-changing moves surprised Yuqie, who had never encountered an opponent, but he did not flinch because of this. If Iblulan's offensive is like the long winter waves of the Beginning Sea, then Yuqie's defense can be called a dam that calms him. This Xuemo hybrid is also a master at using elements, whether it is wind, light, or electricity and flames, he can do it at his fingertips.He can combine them one by one and play unexpected magical effects.

The spectators were all awed by their superb skills. They had never seen anyone who could smash flames and lightning with a sword, and they had never seen anyone who could block a dozen ice needles shot at a volley with a sword-now they have opened their eyes.

The battle between these two swordsmen caused the ground to be covered with a layer of white frost.The bonfire in the courtyard had been extinguished long ago, and even the wine had almost turned into lumps of ice, but people were all engrossed in watching it, and the excited emotions flowed in their bodies. Watching the two people's fight made them forget even the cold , and Kundlomifi was even more excited to hold his chest at this time - his frail body determined that he was destined not to be a swordsman in this life, but at this moment, he could vaguely understand the mood of a swordsman: such a turbulent , surging, and engrossed.

The intensity of the competition really exceeded the expectations of the spectators, and it was exciting enough to be called the best performance tonight.Haselep stared straight at the two young swordsmen. He held the wine glass in his hand. He didn't realize that his fingers were already frozen until the wine glass fell to the ground. This wonderful fight, together with the king's reaction to watching the battle, became part of Luo Ming's historical materials.

The fight lasted for more than half an hour, and finally ended with Iblulan's victory. He froze Yuqie's sword with ice, making him unable to hold the hilt of the sword, so Yuqie conceded.

"It seems that you still have no chance with this sword. I am slightly better." Iblulan panted, his tone did not contain a trace of sarcasm, but his tone seemed to be comforting and joking among friends - through fighting, swordsmen communicate with each other with swords, and they can understand the character of their opponents.

"Not necessarily." Yuqie only said with a smile.

The two held each other's hands and embraced each other, restoring the peace that existed before the battle.

And not long after the fight ended, people saw that Yuqie had another sword on his back, and this sword was exactly the sword he used on the day of the fight.Regarding this matter, his opponent at the time, Ibluran, did not feel angry about it. Instead, he said to everyone: "Of course he is worthy of that sword." But if someone continued to ask him why, he would laugh and not answer.

In fact, on the third day after the fight, Yuqie was summoned by the Eldest Princess, and stepped into his long-awaited land for the first time - Wenzina's Yewenli Castle and Zhanlong Garden controlled by her.

Yuqie was not surprised by this, but Kundlo Mifi had been very excited—perhaps this matter was what he wanted—he accompanied Yuqie, and met Wenzina with the swordsman, and his court physician Gan Luoci was also with him.

"It's more terrifying for you to lose than to win." This is the first sentence Wen Zina said after seeing Yuqie. "To lose seamlessly, you must be at least two levels higher than that kid. If you work hard, you might be able to fight against his old master... Thinking about your age, this is really scary."

Wenzina's words seemed to be mixed with some kind of spell - after hearing her words, everyone fell into a daze.

[165] Commitment · Baptist (Part [-])

In Luomingo, Princess Yewenli undoubtedly has a detached status.People are familiar with the Zhanlongyuan she controls, but they don't know that she can control more than Zhanlongyuan—she and her shadow cabinet form Luo Ming's deep government, and they are the real rulers of this country.

In fact, she herself is unwilling to admit that she is now secretly interfering in the government affairs——Compared with the realization of personal desire for power, Wenzina obviously has deeper intentions.

Regarding the establishment of this shadow cabinet, things have to start from 40 years ago.

As a generation of kings, Harsherepo is lucky-he has a father who died early, who generously gave up the throne when he was in his early twenties; he also has a sister who cares about him, so that he can avoid that Well-planned poisoning.

This pair of siblings—Wenzina and Haselep have completely different temperaments—one has a delicate mind, but a hot temper; while the other is careless, gentle and easy-going.

The king's first wife, Angelisin, was an ambitious woman. Hazellep ascended the throne at the age of 22, and Angelisin transformed from a princess to a queen.Since ascension to the throne, the couple has maintained a harmonious and loving relationship.Within three years, Anglissin bore Harsherepo two sons—the eldest, Widvarg, and the second, Arventino.For a couple, if there is a weak side, there is a strong side. Even if this couple is the king and queen of Luo Ming, it is still unavoidable.Wenzina originally thought that Anglissin's strength was her strength—she was sure that Hazellep needed the urging of others to be a good king—if Angelisin was a woman who kept her duty, maybe they should be called a model couple, but what Wenzna didn't expect was that the queen's ambition was far more than that.

After Harshelep came to the throne, for more than ten years, the eldest princess has been secretly monitoring every move of her younger brother-this point, even Harshelep himself has not noticed.Wenzina found that since the birth of Arventino, the king, who was in his prime, had a tendency to go from bad to worse—he was sluggish, and he lost a lot of hair.She originally thought that Hashielep fell ill due to overwork, and the court physician had been unable to make a diagnosis, so she could only wait and see.And the real reason was not revealed until a maid beside Anglissin risked her life to tell her the tip of the iceberg.

Wenzina secretly sent someone to investigate, and the result made her furious—Angelisin actually colluded with the minister, intending to murder her husband and usurp power.

Fort Yevonlea is located west of Central Ram, and Wenzina spent two decades (20 days) collecting evidence and making a list.On the day when she got the exact news, this furious woman rode a fast horse with two daggers on her back. It took only half a day to wash the mansions of the two ministers with blood and cut off the The heads of the three court physicians.After doing these things, she broke into the palace again under the horrified eyes of people.At that time, seeing the posture of the eldest princess, none of the city guards and guards dared to stop her.Wenzina got off the horse, holding five terrifying heads dripping with blood. Her white dress was stained with blood, which was particularly dazzling in the sun.Walking from the palace gate to the inner hall, the screams of passers-by were heard all the way—wherever she went, the panic spread—the maid was so frightened that she fainted on the spot, and the guards backed away after seeing her. The magician wanted to step forward to ask for clarification, but she was also knocked away by magic with a wave of her hand.

At that time, Harsherepo was chatting with his brother-in-law Leldo Yewenli—Wenzina’s husband—in the hall of the bedroom. They could only hear a commotion outside the door. When they realized it, they saw this bloody woman rushing in with a large bundle of heads. The two men were almost stunned by her actions.Seeing his wife's appearance, Duke Lerdo was terrified and collapsed, and fell to the ground directly, his whole body stiff and unable to move.

"Hashel," she called Haselep's pet name, her tone was calm and gentle, just like usual, she asked, "Where is your wife? Where is Anglicine?"

Seeing her frightening appearance, Haselep hurriedly asked the guards to call for someone—he shouted: "Let Anglissin come here, let her come here!" His voice trembling and hoarse.

Looking at the haggard and miserable face of her younger brother, Wenzina couldn't help but shed tears, but her attitude was still as cold as ice, making people feel no warmth at all.

Anglissin was in the bedroom, and she quickly rushed to the hall.In the corridor, when she saw bloodstains all over the place, she felt that something was wrong, but when she saw Wenzina, the fear in her heart could be imagined——she took a few steps back, trying to escape, but Seeing Wenzina raise her hand, a wave of icy white waves spread from the ground to Anglissin's legs, causing her knees to freeze and she fell to the ground in an instant.No one saw Wenzina chanting any spells, but the magic was actually activated.

Ice cold will bring unbearable pain to people - the piercing pain from the legs made Anglissine couldn't help but yelled.Wenzina walked up to her, and cut off the messy blood-stained hair that was clutched in her hand with a knife, causing several heads to roll to the ground, making dull noises on the floor.It was only at this moment that Anglicine finally recognized the identities of those heads. Her scream was louder, and then she fainted from fright.

"Angelisin." Wenzina turned her head and looked at her younger brother.Haselep sat slumped on the chair, looking at his sister in horror—Hashelep’s performance made Wenzina’s heart hurt—she said softly: “Hasel, your wife has colluded with you. Minister, you have replaced the tincture you usually take with poison. They want to poison you and then invade your country."

Haselep raised his hand and wanted to speak, but Wenzina stopped looking at him.She grabbed the hair of the woman lying on the ground at her feet, and put her knees on her waist; she tore off Anglicine's skirt collar, forcing her to reveal her fair neck.

After waking up, the woman begged desperately for mercy. She looked at her husband and struggled to shout: "Hashar, save me! Please help me!" She even tried to arouse his sympathy, crying: "Hasir... I don't want to die!"

"Bitch, you deserve to call him that!" Wenzina pulled her hair hard, almost bending her neck to the back, so Anglicine couldn't say a complete sentence anymore.

"Let her go, we can deport her abroad, I..." Harsherepo pleaded for Anglissin, but seeing the stern gaze of the eldest sister, he stopped talking again.

"If I hadn't discovered her conspiracy, you would almost have to go down to accompany your father in two years." Wen Zina said, "I can see how you treat her, such a woman who will avenge her, Do you still want to plead for her?"