The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　In the middle of the Shenjing city, under the bright moonlight, Tianhui Jun Jiangyue took You Tingjian and his wife and slowly walked out of the palace.

The legion commander Jiang Yue, who covered his body in a radiant robe, stood beside a large carriage, stretched out his hand to signal the two people beside him to enter the carriage, and then You Tingjian patted the back of his wife's hand gently and gave the latter a relieved look. , The first to enter the car.

Then, under the **** of a team of sergeants in helmets and armor, the carriage drove towards the Baidi Palace, and in front of the gate of Youfu, two soldiers came forward and directly pasted the seals in a crisscross pattern. The big seal looks so dazzling in the moonlight.

Outside the small courtyard of Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Rites, the guards, holding the sun, and the wing are surrounded by the four armies. On the nearby tall buildings, one after another looks at the small courtyard kitchen. , The two lights and shadows sitting on the dining table eating noodles.

　　 In the kitchen, the two of them ate noodles, but their mouths were bitter.

A middle-aged woman in her 40s but showing her aging attitude, holding chopsticks with extremely rough hands, she continued to stuff noodles in her mouth silently, but the tears that came out had already blurred her vision, and then she He could only make a low whimper, just like a man who fell into the water, the most helpless cry before death.

　　 "It's not easy for you to live alone this year. I just saw a few catties of bacon hanging in this kitchen. The color is good. I remember Shanzi's favorite food is bacon."

　　 Hearing Shan Wenbai mentioning her son, the middle-aged woman's tears in her eyes worsened. She stopped holding her noodles and tried to swallow her noodles, and she responded for the first time:

　　 "The bacon was delivered by the hostess of Youfu, but Shanzi, Shanzi and him, are gone. I'm a mother, I don't even know if I can see him again in my lifetime.

　　 "Husband, please tell me where Shanzi went, even if it's dead, I'll go to him!"

These last words, the middle-aged woman cried and cried, and brought a pleading, but Shan Wenbai, who was opposite her, fell into a long silence under the light, and finally shook her head and spoke softly. Responded:

　　 "Juan'er, I hope you know that Shanzi is also my son, and I will never harm him."

　　 "I just want to see my son!"

　　 A hoarse cry came from the middle-aged woman's mouth, and then she bit her lip, and continued to say three words one by one:

"I hate you!"

　　 "You should hate me."

　　 Shan Wenbo nodded, then turned his head to the side, looked at the flickering light next to him, and continued to speak gently:

　　 "I said a year ago that if I could return safely, we would go to a place where no one knew us and return home, but now it seems that this promise cannot be fulfilled."

　　 As the sound came out, Shan Wenbai's seven orifices gushed out black blood again, and then he lifted up his sleeve and wiped it carefully, but it couldn't be wiped clean.

　　 The middle-aged woman looked at her husband’s **** appearance, closed her eyes, and tried to calm her trembling body gradually. After a long time, she said:

　　 "Husband, the news that you went to the Metropolitan City a year ago was when I wrote a letter and handed it to the Lord Sitianjian."

As soon as this remark came out, Shan Wenbai stopped in midair with his noodles in his hand, and then his face remained unchanged, and he continued to put the noodles into his mouth and chewed carefully. The response sounded in this small kitchen. :

　　 "I thought it was You Tingjian, but Juaner was you."

　　 "I don't want to live like this anymore. I'm very tired and hard."

　　 gradually calmed down, the middle-aged woman holding back her tears, the voice that came out with despair and relief, then looked at Shan Wenbai, who was full of blood in front of him, and spoke again:

"I am a woman and I don’t understand what my husband calls major events, and I never ask. I used to think that my husband was for the entire capital of the people, but you and I have lived under one roof for so long, and you can feel it more or less. It's a little different."

　　 "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, it's better to die."

　　 Shan Wenbai sighed up to the sky, then turned to look at the calm middle-aged woman, and asked gently:

　　 "Lady, are you done with the noodles?"

　　 In the big bowl in front of the middle-aged woman, the bowl of extremely bitter noodles, at this time there was only a little soup, and then a little bit, softly speaking:

　　 "You're done, it's delicious."

　　 "Eat and drink enough, so then go!"

"I still can't worry about going down the mountain. This kid will have a hard life when he was young. You left him in the most dangerous Yulong Pass for several years. He finally returned to Beijing to meet and was driven away. If there is another life, I will Mother, I hope he will stop being my son."

　　 "Reincarnation is impermanent. If there are things like the afterlife, I will burn myself if I want to come, and I will not be detached."

Shan Wenbai’s voice became lower and weaker. After a few breaths, the light in the kitchen of this small courtyard went out. On the side of the tall pavilion, Liang Po’s eyebrows were raised, and he stepped forward. The entire burly figure fell straight down, and a faint and mellow voice surrounded the place:

　　 "Let's go, go collect the corpse."

　　 Then Dongguo Lezheng and Li Chunfeng, two older men, looked at each other, and both spoke in unison:

"Your Majesty, he is really merciful and can make him so decently self-sufficient, but in other words, it is impossible to get any information from his mouth for this kind of mindful man. Perhaps this is the most stable way to deal with it. ."

　　 "Sometimes, more information is available after death than when you are alive!"

After dozens of breaths, the door of this small courtyard kitchen was opened by Liang Po, and then moonlight poured into it. Under the faint light, on the dining table, there were two figures lying on their stomachs, and the black blood came from the two people’s seven orifices. Well, there is no life left.

　　 "A person is like a small dust, no matter who he was in his lifetime, he will still be a smear of loess after death, a post-mortem!"

　　 Liangpo stepped into it, and the voice rolled out.

　　 White Emperor Palace, Royal Garden.

The Xuantianmu life elves floated around, and Zhao Yu, wearing plain white mourning clothes, sat upright. Then he raised his hand and picked up the steaming bitter tea next to him again. After taking a sip, he slowly got up and walked towards the Yuhuayuan. A soul-inducing candle lit inside, kneeling beside it.

　　 The young emperor lowered his head, with ebony black eyes, watching the flickering candlelight in front of him, and the smoke rising from this red candle seemed to form the face of a kind old lady with a smile on his face.

　　 Zhao Yu quietly stared at the front, then smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said softly:

　　 "Grandma, for the first seven days of this day, if you come back to browse the entire Daxia, you must have watched a lot of excitement, and to me, all this is just the beginning. The Daxia calendar is ninety years old, and it is destined to be extraordinary."