I said a lot of things like that!

It was like firecrackers in your mouth.

White sometimes really doubted, why is there such a big man so roost?

He swore that he thought it was the strangest thing he had ever seen.

None of them!

In the face of these questions, Bai Yin did not want to explain, and did not bother to say anything.

Solitary head down to the quilt rija mouth to heat.

He said, “Don’t say it.”

Hands down, out.

White raised his head, looked outside, and remembered the scene of seeing a bird last night.

Is it true that he is still a dream or not?

True and false.

Can't distinguish!

Later.

They sat down for breakfast, around a table.

White did not come.

He asked, “Where’s the white man?”

Song stopped first: “He drank too much.”

“What?”

"I don't know what's going on this morning, he's lying in the yard, drinking unconsciously."

He frowned lightly.

White has hardly ever been like that.

And do things carefully, how can you drink one night's wine and get drunk in the courtyard?

With a black face, he focused his eyes on the body of the food and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Luang was busy with meat, shook his head: "I don't know, he won't say it, only he had a nightmare, he woke up, and went out."

The nightmare?

What else in the world can scare the white voice?

People's swords and mountains, in the wild forest, killing and robbing... doing everything.

What could be called a “nightmare” for him?

It's weird.

Ji Yunshu felt that something was wrong, and when he was about to ask something, Li Cheng suddenly came.

Before he could see him, he heard his voice from afar.

“Why don’t you wait for me to eat?”

Then he saw his face from the outside.

He did not regard himself as an outsider at all, and sat down at the ass at the table, turning his head and told the guard: "Go, take another pair of chopsticks."

The guard said he didn’t want to move.

The old house invited a cupboard, cooked for everyone every day, went away when it was done, and now the cupboard has gone back, this chopsticks thing, the bodyguard can not handle.

I haven’t eaten yet!

Even if you tell yourself, you are an outsider!

So it was delayed.

Jingrong looked at Li Cheng, who came to the dusty servant opposite, and was bored, he ordered his bodyguard: "Do as the son of the world commanded."

“Yes.”

The guard led the guard and turned to the kitchen.

But Li Cheng was too hungry, and it was really in a hurry.

Hands down, put it in front of Song stop has not moved the dishes, and eat the dishes without saying a sandwich.

Song is a Svenist and a soft persimmon.

Nature will not say anything.

I can only wait for the guard to pick up the dishes again.

At the dinner table, I heard the sound of Li Cheng chopsticks moving the porcelain bowl.

Everyone looked at him with both eyes.

Jingrong was right and asked Li Cheng, “Is there something wrong with you this early morning?”

“No... it’s okay.”Li Cheng wrapped a mouthful of rice, vaguely said.

“What are you doing here?”

"I'll go to the palace."

“The palace?”

What’s the connection with eating here?

Li Cheng put the flesh into his stomach and said seriously, "Today's funeral."

Oh!

There was silence at the dinner table.

Li Cheng took a sip of food, and with three full points, he pushed the dishes in his hand to the front of Song: "Oh, give it back to you!"

Song Sue: “...”

Li Cheng got up and wiped his mouth and said, “I’ll go first.”

Quickly leave.

This man is afraid of being sick, right?

Run here to eat.

Unbelly.

...

After Li Cheng left the old house, he got into the carriage waiting for him at the alley.

He said to his followers, “Go, go to the palace!”

The carriage faced the snow in the morning and rushed to the palace.

The Lord’s house at the moment.

The paper money is flying, the white bars are hanging high, and the sadness is ringing in every corner of the house...

At the door of the house, a group of people wearing garlic came out of the house.

The man in front of him held up a velvet in his hand, sprinkling the paper money of the guide.

Hold the card of love in your hand.

He was in a lot of spirit today compared to the day before.

There is no need to walk to help.

The face of the old many is very cold, can not see any sadness, sadness ... the feeling.

Behind him, twelve men came out of the house with a coffin covered in black cloth.

Go to the mausoleum of the family.

In the distance, Li Cheng sat in the carriage and looked at the curtain.

His face was heavy and his eyes were red.

Come here to send a message to Gwen!

Even if it's far away.

When the team of the family went far, Xiao Wei asked him: "Young master, do you want to follow?"

“I’ll go by myself.”

Lee jumped out of the car.

Hold an umbrella and follow silently behind.

He then sent his way to the place where he was buried.

I saw the coffin buried in the soil.

The priest was beside him with mourning.

The paper money fell with the snow.

That scene is very painful in the heart.

But the chasm stood calmly in front of the tombstone of Gong Shilin.

There is no painful crying.

I don't know how long it took, but the housekeeper of the palace came up and said, "Lord, go home."

The disagree did not make a sound.

The butler sighed, but in fact, his eyes almost cried and blinded.

After all, the young master was a child to grow up, the young master is a person, he is very clear, so now, he can not believe that Gong Shilin killed people!

In addition to regret, there is resentment!

"Master, the young master has gone, people can't be revived, you must take good care of your body, don't let the young master worry."

Congruously vomited deeply, looking at the two words "love" on the tombstone, and said: "Slin, you rest assured to go, Dad for the rest of his life, will only do one thing, just for revenge!"

He clenched his fists.

In my heart, it's all hate!

He had laid down the mountains for the Huyi King, and today, the man who is tall and above has personally ordered the life of his son.

How can this hatred be swallowed up?

He also wants the king to taste what is painful.

...

After the people of the family left, they had been quietly following Li Cheng in the back.

He stood in front of the tombstone, his heart full of five flavors.

It was he who himself took Khislin to the city department!

If he could bow down in the face of justice, perhaps, Ghislin would not have fallen so far.

Saying you don’t feel guilty is lying!

But -

If he had another chance, he would choose that.

"Slin, I know, you'll let me do that."

With that, he bowed!

Look at that cold, cold grave.

“Scully, you’re on your way.”...