"Zheng'er..." Lu's tears flowed for a moment. This is the voice of his young son. The so-called deep love for licking a calf is a cold-blooded killer, and he also has weaknesses.

"You have four sons and one daughter." Liu Bei said softly and strongly: "Now they are all in my hands. If you die tragically because of you, what should you do?"

"Please beg the king!" He was in the pool and could not salute. Lu had to hold his fists. Although he took off his bathrobe, Lu was wearing a layer of flesh-colored tight leather suit. He was like the one-piece swimsuit of later generations, so he did not reveal his body.

"Just kill me, why do you need to affect your family?" Mr. Xu was so beautiful that he still made a strong argument.

Liu Bei asked at the top of his head: "First, I had already warned you in person, but you two were stubborn and insisted on assassinating. A moment ago, I thought about their own family members."

As he spoke, the topic changed: "If you succeed by chance, what should you do if you are a wife and children? You have widowed mother, first wife, eight sons and two daughters, seventy concubines, three hundred single guards, retainers, campers, millions of citizens. Before taking action, you have also taken care of the whole family, and have a slight compassion. There are also millions of Dongqiang, millions of Di people, millions of Han and Hu, and millions of Zhongcun, all of whom are dependent on the body of the Gu. The so-called pulling one hair and moving the whole body is nothing more than this. If you die at your hands, how should you protect the thousands of subjects in the troubled times?"

"The sword has no eyes, and there is no resentment in life and death." Lu Shi cried and held her fists: "Lingchi cut her in half, and I will listen to the emperor. I just want the king to spare my family."

"The Grand Historian once wrote a biography for Cao Wei, Zhuo, Yu Rang, Jing Ke, Gao Jianli, and the five assassins. They praised him for "not deceiving his ambitions and being famous for his future generations". The ancient assassins all had the 'chirol style' of self-sacrifice' of killing others and killing themselves to achieve benevolence. 'Get a thousand golds is not as good as Ji Buyi'. Wherever righteousness goes, he goes through fire and water, and does not hesitate to die, and does not regret it even if he dies. Walking in the world, eliminates violence and maintains good fortune, kills wealth and helps the poor. The awe-inspiring spirit lasts forever." Liu Bei asked: "Is the Lonely Tyrant?"

"The king is the wise ruler of the world." Lu replied gritted his teeth.

"Is there any irreconcilable hatred for you in the sea of ​​blood?"

"I have never met you, and I have no hatred." Lu's heart was ashamed.

"Everyone has never owed you in public or private affairs. When I came to assassinate, what is the morality?" Liu Bei said this: "I went outside the door to conquer the law. What about my family? I asked myself about the king's law."

Lu's face changed a lot. His whole body was tense, and the trapped beasts were still fighting.

The female soldiers stood up one after another and stood in front of Liu Bei.

Lu's heart was full of twists and turns. He wanted to let go, but he threw himself into a rat and was afraid of weapons. The heavens and man fought, and there was no basis for advance or retreat. After a few breaths, he was finally appointed. He clasped his fists and saluted him again, turned around and walked out of the meditation room. He walked around the big pool and pushed the door out. He saw a spear outside the door like a forest. The queen led a female warrior, wearing armor. She had been waiting for a long time.

Lu knelt on the ground and let the chains take over. As for the family, he only begs King Ji to give him a favor. Although he did not see his youngest son, the female assassin would not hear it wrong when he heard the sound and distinguished things. Moreover, King Ji was prepared for a long time, how could he not take down the whole family as a qualifier?

The second one was gone, and only Master Xu was left. Liu Bei then asked, "The person who hurts you is Dong Zhuo."

When Master Xu heard this name, he felt hatred.

As mentioned earlier, when Dong Zhuo was young, he traveled to the Qiang tribe. He made friends with many heroes and men, and also captured his heart. Master Xu elopes with him regardless of everything and gave birth to a daughter for him. However, he was finally hurt by him and returned to Xiqingshan. From then on, because of love and hatred, he became increasingly distorted.

"If the king had known everything, why should he ask again?" The heartache was revealed, and even if he had the will to die, Master Xu couldn't help but shed tears.

"You are Zhong Qiang Wu Zhu, and life and death should be decided by the female hero." Liu Bei said, "I will not kill you."

"Thank you, the best for not killing me!" Master Xu grudged his teeth and thanked him. The hatred became stronger.

The thief's heart is not dead!

Such a woman is beyond help.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but was surrounded by a group of female warriors.

"However, death penalty can be avoided, and living penalty cannot be escaped." King Ji himself said behind him: "Since you have to bear the king's order, how can you return without success?"

"The king wants to break his word..." Master Xu turned around and asked. When he met King Ji's eyes, he was frightened and speechless.

But I saw King Ji put his arms around and the bath towels were scattered.

Master Xu's five thunders thunders, his eyes were bloody.

There is a tiger in his chest, and the evil deeds people.

To the extremely evil ghost, you should be punished with extremely evil.

Dongkou Post.

"My mother, after passing Dongkou Post, it was a great earthquake." After several months of difficult journeys, Sima Zhi and his son finally arrived in Longyou.

"My son worked hard all the way. What should I do when I go to Longyou?" The old mother smiled kindly on the wheel.

"I heard that King Ji was guarding Dazhen Pass and built a Sihai Pavilion. I will try it out in the museum. If it doesn't work, I will learn to travel to the Silk Road by car, so my mother will not be frozen or hungry." Sima Zhi replied.

"Since my son has complete plans, he should go quickly." My mother stopped talking.

"Mother, sit down." Sima Zhi then pushed the Pulu-Round Cart to the East Entrance Office.

It is said that it is an inn, but it actually blocks the city. When you pass the suspension bridge, pass the door hole, and enter the urn. Then an assistant official came to lead the way: "I dare to ask where you are, where you come from and where you go?"

"My hometown of Wen County, I want to go to Sihai Pavilion."

"Oh?" Zuo Li said happily: "You should learn literature or martial arts."

"Xiwen." Sima Zhi answered again.

"So, come with me." The servant led Sima Zhi and his son to the left hall.

Whether it is "learning literature" or "learning martial arts", you can tell if you take action. Sima Zhi wrote the name of Han Li and his hometown. Even if he guided the way, his eyes lit up. The so-called "seeing words is like faces" means that people are like their characters.

"It's still more than fifty miles to go to Guancheng. Have you ever had enough food?" the assistant official asked with a smile.

"It's not." Sima Zhi suddenly asked: "I used to call it 'Zuxia', why did I change it to 'Young Master'?"

The servant laughed and replied: "Young master is good at writing, so how could he be an ordinary person?"

"Sons from poor families dare not call themselves young masters." Sima Zhi was solemn.

"In this way, follow me." The assistant official smiled. The king only used people to discuss talent, knowledge and morality. His family background was not based on them. Even if he was awarded a young official, he was a colleague. If he was a young official, he would be a superior official. How could the assistant official not treat him well?

He led the mother and son to the charity for food, and then went to the soup pond to take a bath and change his clothes. Then he bowed and gave him a long time to see him off.

Seeing that the roads in the valley were covered with bluestones, my mother said in her mule cart: "The only one who can calm the troubled times is King Ji."

Sima Zhi nodded gently: "What my mother said is very true. At that time, people often practice selfish desires but ignore righteousness. They are in a high position but only care about filling their own bags. They wish they could shave three feet of the ground. Even if they were disaster relief food and fodder, they dared to sell them privately. People from all over the country were not busy with their lives, and changed their children to eat. Seeing that the famine was coming, thieves were on the rise again. How could the country be preserved? Under the world, only Ji and Longyou, farming and raising the people, gradually gaining vitality. God has the virtue of being a virtuous person. In the troubled times, the king will definitely surrender. Only King Ji can promote the Yan Han three times."

"King Ji is like a stream of good deeds and hates evil as enemies. It is the Lord of Sanxing." The mother also nodded: "Because he is a wise ruler, there will be many people who surrender to him as many as a crucian carp in the river. I can be sure of my son's departure here."

"I'm not sure. However, I'll know when I go to Sihai Pavilion here." Sima Zhi replied.

My mother then said nothing. Sima Zhi also focused on his journey and refused to mention it.

Fifty-mile Bluestone Avenue. It is not short, but not long. The sun rises and sets, and the sunset arrives.

Walking through the hanging buildings, I was already shocked. When I saw Dashiguan City, my mother and son were shocked.
Chapter completed!