The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 10 Chang'an is not Chang'an (IV)

Four years ago, it was when Wang Mang was exiled to Xindu.

At that time, not only did he stayed in the door, but even his family was ordered not to leave the mansion at will.

Wang Mang knew that the cage would be opened one day to allow himself to escape. But in the hearts of the rest of the people, he did not think so.

For example, Wang Huo.

He resented his father and his destiny. In his opinion, his life, or at least until his father died, would be trapped in this small courtyard forever and would never be liberated.

Originally, he was the second son of the Wang family, the son of Wang Mang who could call the wind and rain.

Even though the Wang family lost power in the political struggle, even if his father had been exiled to his fiefdom and no longer had the important power in the court, he was still the second son of the Wang family!

But Wang Huo didn't understand why after returning to the fiefdom, his father wanted everyone to become timid rats in a cage.

This resentment towards my father and fate must always be vented.

So one day, the resentment burned to the people around him.

That morning, the naked body of a maid was dragged out of Wang Huo's room.

Unfortunately, Wang Mang saw this scene.

Wang Huo, who thought he would be scolded but was still a little nervous, only saw his father squatting down, carefully looking at the female corpse on the ground, then turned his head and left without saying a word, and entered the study.

Seeing his father's reaction, Wang Huo breathed a sigh of relief.

However, on the night when I thought the matter had subsided, three things were sent into Wang Huo's room.

A dagger, a white silk, and a pot of poisoned wine.

Following these three things, there is a verbal message from my father Wang Mang.

"I will give you a choice out of the kindness of a father."

The old servant who had been with his father for the longest, who was only loyal to his father, did not say a word after passing the message from his father. He just put the tray flat on his chest with a stern face and quietly waited for Wang Huo to choose the tools to end his life.

No matter how Wang Huo roared, the old servant just looked at him quietly, and could not see anything except indifference.

He had never expected this to end. After the intense noise, Wang Huo's mental breakdown.

He did not intend to accept it, whether it was a dagger, white silk or poisonous wine.

He doesn't want these choices. He chooses to resist.

Wang Huo pushed the old servant away frantically and rushed out of his room.

He wanted to find his father and question why he wanted to kill his biological son. He did not believe that his father would have to pay the price of his life just for a lowly slave and a "thing" that could be called private property.

The scene that Wang Huo originally imagined was the scene where he rushed into the study angrily and questioned his father. As he imagined, his father was just a moment of anger, and now he must have been regretting it.

He believed that his father was just to warn him, and at most he was just to intimidate him. When he stood in front of his father, his father would never really make up his mind and force himself to die.

Even at this time, the grievance and arrogance in his heart were more than the shock when he saw the daggers, white silk and poisonous wine at first sight. His father should have carried him into his arms and comforted him well, and at most... at most... at most he would make sure that he would not be so rash again in the future.

However, when Wang Huo just pushed open his door, he suddenly stopped.

Behind the door, a black figure stood, blocking all his sight.

No one has any impression of the taciturn boy who was always dressed in black and silent. He appeared beside his father since.

He was obviously just a young man, much younger than Wang Hu's brothers. However, Wang Hu always had a strange feeling - he seemed to have been with his father and followed him since ancient times.

He does not appear often, as if he is hidden in the shadows beside his father all day long, and may not be seen once or twice a year. But it also makes people feel that he is everywhere and will appear in the shadows at any time.

Every time Wang Huo saw this man and the black clothes on his body, he couldn't help feeling goose bumps on his back, which was hard to suppress.

The boy in black stopped Wang Hu, and his figure was half a head shorter than Wang Hu, but his posture of looking at Wang Hu gave Wang Hu a strange sense of condescendingness.

Wang Huo took two steps back suddenly, and his heart was as if it was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw the old servant beside him, still standing there, holding the tray in his hand, and never moving. At this moment, Wang Huo suddenly realized the message from the old servant's cold eyes without any emotion.

Tumbly, dull, and no turbulence!

That was a pair of eyes looking at a dead person!

Wang Huo turned his head in horror and looked at the boy in black who was walking into the room step by step.

If the old servant's eyes just now were looking at the dead, then the eyes of the boy in black were from the dead.

“The Lord let me tell you.”

This was the first time Wang Yu and Wang Huo heard this, and the boy in black spoke.

The tone is tender, but the tone is rigid, but it has an unstoppable chill.

"If you don't want to choose, then let me help you choose."

The boy in black walked forward slowly, step by step as if he was stepping on Wang Huo's heart.

He walked to the old servant, lowered his head and glanced at the three things in the tray, stretched out his hand and picked up the white silk.

"No...no...I want to see Dad! Let me see Dad!!!"

A sudden light breeze blew in the courtyard. The door that was originally wide open slammed closed under the wind.
Chapter completed!