A poor son 136

"Baby, do you know what I envy you the most?" Feng Hai pushed the empty jar of wine to the side and asked with a smile.

Saburo raised his hand and pointed at his nose, "I envy me? What do I have to envy? Grandma's! Apart from being younger than you, who is old and immortal, there is nothing to be envied."

"No!" Feng Hai reached out and took the pot of wine he had prepared before and slowly turned it in his hand, "I envy your luck."

Lucky?

I even want to cry even more when I held this Saburo! Damn it! Where is the luck? If I really had luck, I wouldn't go to the company to play, and was brought to this haunted place by that shit machine.

"The most fucking hello to others tell me what kind of luck." Sanlang's mouth sagged and sat down next to Feng Hai.

Feng Hai smiled and said, "Your luck is good! If it weren't for luck, you could become the one you now! You met the right person! And I have lacked some luck in my life. Do you know how old I was in the palace? That year, I was twelve years old. I was the only son of my family, and my family opened a tofu shop at the gate of the north city of the capital. Although I was not rich, it was considered a passing. I still have enough money to support me in a private school. At the age of twelve, I became a Tongsheng. I was not bragging at the age of fifteen, but I was really easy to win. Compared to you, a boy, a twenty-year-old, who can't even pass the Tongsheng exam. I am smart, right?"

Saburo gave a thumbs up ashamed: "Smart! So smart!" This is absolutely sincere.

"But I'm ruining it because I'm too smart." Feng Hai showed a crying and laughing expression, "That year, I met the late emperor who was still a prince. At a glance, from the clothes worn by the little prince, I saw that this child was of extraordinary origin. You said, "Would I not be able to flatter you quickly with such a good opportunity? With my intelligence, it's not easy to coax an eight-year-old child. The late emperor likes me and likes me to take him to play with. I should be proud, right? But who knows that there is something in this world that is particularly terrible. Do you know what it is?"

Sanlang slowly heard something. He looked at Feng Hai in shock and said, "Power! The most terrifying thing in this world is power!"

Feng Hai patted Sanlang's shoulder: "Little boy, you have realized it. At that time, I only saw the beauty of power, so I rushed over. When I really curry favor with the nobles, I realized the terrible power. Because the eight-year-old prince liked me, I was put in a sack on the way to school. When I woke up again, I lay in the purity room. My lower body hurts and I wish I could die again."

"But I can't die." Feng Hai laughed: "I have to find a way to live. When the injury is healed, I will find a way to send messages to my family. Who knows that I was taken away that day and was seen by a little beggar. This little beggar often ate the bean dregs left from my tofu, so he hurried back and told my parents the news. In order to save me, my parents went to the government to complain, but were beaten to the board. When I handed the message back, everyone was dead. Or was this little beggar collecting the body for them. No one knows how I took Ma Hang as my adopted son..."

But Saburo understood, "Is Malaysia Airlines the son of a little beggar?"

Feng Hai nodded: "Look! This is power!"

"You hate the late emperor!" Sanlang looked at Feng Hai and asked.

"Haha... shouldn't I hate it?" Feng Hai looked at Sanlang, looking like he wanted to eat people. "Because of him, just because of his words, my family was destroyed, and it was a destruction. I have always dreamed recently, dreaming that my mother said, "I'm waiting for me to win the top scorer, and I'm waiting for her to earn a phoenix robe for her..."

"You want to chase your mother, it's easy..." Saburo immediately responded.

Feng Hai waved his hand: "No! No! No! You can't let anyone know that it is the tomb of my parents Feng Hai. I'm afraid that those who hate me will alarm their dead. I dare not go to worship, let alone build a tomb."

"I'll go!" Sanlang patted his chest and promised, "I'll go! I'll go in person! In the future, I'll call my son to go! As long as I still have roots, the graves of the two elders will be worshipped and swept, just like the ancestral tomb of the Yin family, without any ambiguity."

Feng Hai laughed: "I didn't rush to be a filial son and virtuous grandson for others."

Sanlang hugged Feng Hai's arm: "I'm old, you are different. Why do I feel so close when I see you?"

Feng Hai looked at Sanlang in a complicated manner, his hand paused slightly, then turned the wine pot in his hand. After a moment of clearness, it seemed to become turbid again. "I am already working hard, I am over seventy, but there is nothing left."

"It's okay! What else do you want to do? I'll do it for you." Sanlang sniffed, looked up at Feng Hai shakingly.

"I was killed by the royal family, and the Feng family also cut off the incense." Feng Hai took a deep breath and said, "My family was destroyed, and the royal family was destroyed, and the country was destroyed. Therefore, my Feng family was killed, and I also wanted the royal family to be killed..."

Sanlang laughed and patted his chest and said, "What am I doing? That's it! I promised! I will definitely tell them to be the only one who has no descendants!"

"Happy!" Feng Hai said, then picked up the wine pot, "Tonight you poured wine for me. Now, it's my turn to pour wine for you." As he said that, he raised the wine glass and handed it to Sanlang, "You are right. Everyone outside is born from a miserable family. My family has been ruined by others, and many people have been ruined by others. This evil cannot be created again. If you can use so many people quietly, it is enough to show your ability. Come, let's go..."

Sanlang took Feng Hai's cup, glanced at the wine pot without a glance, and a strange smile flashed across the corner of his mouth. He solemnly raised the cup, without saying anything extra, just said: "Okay! Let's go..."

As he said that, he picked up the cup and sent it to his lips.

"Slow down!" Feng Hai reached out and covered Saburo's glass, looked at Saburo seriously, and then said, "You only have half a glass of wine, but you are not honest."

Sanlang looked at Feng Hai and smiled and said, "Then what do you think?"

Feng Hai handed his glass to Saburo, then took Saburo's wine and said, "Drink it."

Saburo didn't say anything nonsense, picked up the wine glass and drank it in one sip.

Feng Hai suddenly laughed, picked up the wine glass, put it to his lips, and whispered: "Don't forget to promise me."

Sanlang's tears suddenly came down, and he nodded, "I'm old..."

Feng Haitou raised his head and poured the wine in one gulp. Then, he handed the ring to Sanlang, and bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, "Study room... tablets... secret room..."

Sanlang held Feng Hai with one hand: "I'm immortal!"

"I'm going to die!" Feng Hai said, then laughed, and the blood in his mouth was overflowing, "I've lived enough... I've lived enough..."

Sanlang shook his head and murmured, "I'm dead, I'm going home. When you die, where are you?" So, although I know that the wine you gave may not be clean, I still dare to drink it. At that time, because I knew that the world would not collapse without me. And I could finally go home. I don't have the courage to die, but being killed is a different matter. To this day, isn't it the only thing I can choose to be without fear of death? It is said that I am looking at death as if I am going home, and I will return home if I die.

Feng Hai wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. Slowly, his hands drooped.

The man in black had his sword on Saburo's neck, and Saburo raised the ring in his hand, "What does this mean?"

The man in black flashed his eyes and followed by a whistle. Sanlang felt another bloody smell at the tip of his nose. When he turned his head, he saw blood flowing from the man in black. He was voluntarily buried his master.

The whistle was a signal. I believe that there were already many such corpses in this mansion at this time.

Sanlang slowly put Feng Hai's body away before leaving the door and threw out the signal flare in his hand.

I saw a stream of blue smoke rising up and reaching the sky. Immediately afterwards, the red light flashed, and the snowflakes sprinkled in the sky were reflected in red.

Immediately afterwards, green signal flares continued to rise above the entire Jinling City. This was the signal of attack.

Sanro looked at the white world, and felt heavy in his heart.

At this moment, the Fourth Master and Lin Yutong were standing under the eaves, looking up at the sky, "It's almost time to move, right?"

Lin Yutong nodded: "It's almost done." She held the Fourth Master's hand, "What's wrong? I'm worried that I can't control the situation?"

The Fourth Master shook his head, "Go back to the house. It's too cold outside."

Lin Yutong pulled the Fourth Master into it: "How long will it take to send back the message?"

"It's time for the fourth day of the lunar month." The Fourth Master was a little uncertain, "I have to see if there is a smooth flow there?"

Lin Yutong knew that the Fourth Master was still afraid of losing control and causing unnecessary casualties. She whispered: "Zhang Ge is the Minister of War. As long as he doesn't give orders, the soldiers will not move..."

"What I worry about is the people." The Fourth Master's eyes became darker, "I'm afraid that wealth and honor will be charming. Good and evil are often only in one thought."

At this time, Mr. Zhang looked at He Mao: "Issuing an order that any people who are participating in this time will be killed without mercy if they are not subject to the control!"

He Mao pursed his lips, and a trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes, but he still responded and turned around and went out.

Only then did Mr. Zhang slowly sit on the chair, feeling that taking advantage of civil unrest is a risky way.

Immediately afterwards, there were shouts of killing everywhere in Jinling City.

The next day, at dawn, none of the royal family members were arrested and all of them were detained.

In Sanlang's arms, he walked into the Zhang family with a bright yellow cradle.

"Is this?" Mrs. Jiang looked at the child in Sanlang's arms and asked with some uncertainty.

Saburo nodded: "Madam, help take care of him first. He...I want to take him back to the capital."
Chapter completed!