The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 40 Is the temple high (9)

His knees softened, and he couldn't support his body, and he knelt on the ground shakingly. The snow on the ground came with a biting chill through his lower skirt, but Liu Xiu didn't feel it at all, and just kept roaring in his heart.

The man in black was obviously not a bandit who robbed money, but an assassin who came to kill people!

From beginning to end, the two questions he asked were clearly aimed at his own - the Chang'an Tai student wearing the white fox fur gifted by others!

If it weren't for giving the fox fur to Ma Duan just now, if Ma Duan was too student, then now, the headless corpse that had lost its head and fell in the snow would be Liu Xiu himself!

Although it was cold and cold, Liu Xiu's back was already wet with sweat in a moment.

The face of the old man he met in the winery during the day appeared in his mind again.

Qinghuang is thin, full of desolation, and his conversation is full of wisdom that is beyond reach...

And the student beside him, Dasikong Wang Yi's family...

Knowing that he had a white fox fur and knowing that he was a student, he was the only two of them!

Who are they?

Why kill me?

Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?

Why? Why? Why?

Only these two questions were left in Liu Xiu's mind, and they were constantly exploding.

Until the people around him began to pluck up their courage and slowly approached, Liu Xiucai jumped up from the ground.

Can't stay here anymore!

He rode on his horse quickly, never daring to look back and ran towards the east.

...

It's already night.

However, Wang Mang had not even eaten or drunk a sip of water or a grain of rice. He just sat quietly at the door and looked ahead from afar.

Of course, Wang Mu was still not in. He knelt motionless beside the teacher, without saying a word, and accompanied the teacher to wait for Han Zhuo's return.

Both of them seemed to have turned into stone statues and remained motionless.

Finally, Han Zhuo's figure slowly emerged from the night in front of him.

In his left hand, he was holding a white fox fur, covered with dark red blood spots. On his right hand, he was holding a head that could not see his face clearly in the darkness.

Wang Mang's eyes, which had already been squinting, suddenly widened, stood up, clenched his hands into fists, waiting for Han Zhuo to get closer step by step.

That person...that person...dead?!

The name, that person that has always troubled Wang Mang... will not appear in this world again?!

"Lord, the man has been killed."

Han Zhuo walked up the steps of the palace step by step, knelt in front of Wang Mang, and held his head and fox fur high above his head.

It was indeed Wang Mang's fox fur, the fox fur that I just sent out this morning. Although it was covered with spots of blood, Wang Mang could still recognize it at a glance.

But, at the moment, when Wang Mang's eyes were cast above that head, his heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer.

That face did not belong to the Zhao Cheng during the day, or... Liu Xiu, but a strange young man Wang Mang had never seen before!

Wang Mu and his teacher discovered this at the same time.

Han Zhuo...killed the wrong person.

"Is there someone around that person?" Wang Mang asked with difficulty.

Han Zhuo shook his head: "He is the only one, there is no one else."

"Forget..." Wang Mang sighed lightly, Wang Mu quickly raised his head and looked at Wang Mang, but found that the teacher's face suddenly turned pale in the darkness, losing all his blood.

His hands were tightly covering his chest, and his body was shaking slightly in the night wind.

Wang Mu quickly stood up, quickly supported the teacher's right arm, and used his body to support him who was shaking.

"Teacher... Are you okay? I'll help you in and rest..." Wang Mu whispered in Wang Mang's ear.

Wang Mang gritted his teeth tightly, stretched out his left hand with all his might, and gently waved it in front of him, with a harsh voice: "No...no need."

"Master..." Han Zhuo raised his head, although he was still expressionless, his eyes showed some doubts.

Even though he was as cold and dull as he was, he could have noticed something was wrong from Wang Mang's actions.

"It's OK. You're doing a good job."

Waves of severe pain came from Wang Mang's heart, but he still tried hard to squeeze out this sentence from his teeth.

Although he didn't know why, Han Zhuo killed the wrong person. But Wang Mang believed that he must have faithfully followed his instructions - killing a Tai student wearing a fox fur, no matter what his name was.

Now, the fox fur is brought back with the head level. Then Han Zhuo must have done nothing wrong.

The fault lies in himself, not in Han Zhuo.

So Wang Mang was unwilling to let Han Zhuo down.

"You are tired, go and have a rest..."

Wang Mang tightly suppressed the severe pain in his heart and whispered to Han Zhuo.

Seeing Han Zhuo's figure disappearing in the darkness, Wang Mang let out a long sigh and turned to look at Wang Mu.

Wang Mu was shocked to see that the teacher's face, which was already old, seemed to have grown ten years older in an instant.

"Teacher, you..."

Wang Mu had just spoken, but was interrupted by Wang Mang.

"Mu'er... needless to say." Wang Mang's voice was filled with endless desolation, helplessness, unwillingness: "Maybe, this is the so-called destiny...or maybe the person chosen by heaven has long become a climate."
Chapter completed!