Chapter 841

Jing Xian looks at the man standing outside.

Through the veil under the hat, he seemed to be able to look directly at the man's eyes.

long time.

He said, "come in."

The man grinded the snow at his feet outside. Then he stepped into the house, but he walked very slowly.

The breeze blew the veil hanging from his hat, and vaguely saw his dry and peeling lips.

Jingxian looked at him with shocked and curious eyes. He even had an impulse to tear off the hat to see what the mysterious man who kept communicating with him these years looked like? Who the hell is he?

Just that impulse, he restrained it!

The man came in and stood in front of him.

"Sit down."

The man hung his body, hesitated for a moment, sat down cross legged with his robe, and looked at the note that had already turned into ashes in the stove.

On that note, only two words were written - black and white.

These two words have no meaning, only represent his handwriting.

When Jing Xian saw the familiar handwriting, he knew that the visitor had been communicating with him for many years, so he hurried to invite him in.

Jing Xian put away his curious eyes, looked normal, like meeting an old friend, and then poured a cup of tea for the man in front of him.

Push it in front of him!

"It's been snowy recently. It just stopped today. It's a coincidence that you came." With a chatty tone.

"See the Lord, no matter how heavy the wind and snow, the old man will come."

"Then why did you come?"

"The Lord should ask, why am I here now?" The man corrected him.

Jingxian smiled, "OK, I'm all ears."

The man didn't respond in time. He stretched out his scarred hand, picked up the tea cup and shook it gently, but he didn't put it into his mouth. It was like appreciating a precious object.

Jing Xian looked at the hand that had been burned horribly. His eyes were slightly tight. Although the man in front of him was as thin as a wood and dressed in ordinary clothes, he sat straight and exuded a breath of awe. He was noble, indifferent and unpredictable.

Until the man put down the tea cup, a slight voice came from under the hat.

"Because the time has come!"

Six words, light and heavy.

As if with a long-awaited sense of expectation.

Jing Xian didn't know, but he was frightened by the six words. It was like someone was scratching his back.

"Timing? What timing?"

"The best time!"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Does it matter who I am?" The man asked. Jing Xian was a little silent, looked at him, and said slowly, "fifteen years ago, after my mother died, if you hadn't secretly told me to pretend to be ill, my father and emperor would have killed me, and I wouldn't live to this day. Over the years, you have planned for me step by step. As far as I am concerned, you are my benefactor, don't you

With you, there would be no me, but over the years, a question has always haunted me. Who are you? Why help me? "

He couldn't see the face under the man's hat, let alone his expression.

Half ring——

The man said, "do you really want to know?"

"Yes." Jingxian nodded. "There's no one else here. Why don't you take down the hat? Show people your true face."

"Good!"

Be cheerful.

The man got up slowly and closed the door. Then he reached out to hold the hat and took it off in Jingxian's very curious eyes. As the bamboo hat was lifted a little, the face hidden under the veil gradually emerged. The thin light in the room mercilessly rushed at his extremely terrible face, half of which was almost burned without leaving a good skin. The skin and flesh were connected, purplish red, and even subtle blood vessels

It was clear that almost all the eyelids stuck together, resulting in the small opening of that eye.

Suddenly he looked and shuddered.

Although the fire destroyed half of his face, Jingxian recognized him.

"Bang".

He overturned the cup at hand, and the tea gradually flowed down the table to his clean plain robe. He leaned back for a few minutes, put his hands on the ground, raised his eyes, and looked at the man standing in front of him in great shock.

"Uncle Huang?" His voice trembled.

Uh!

Uncle Huang?

This man is the Royal Duke! Fifteen years later, the former elegant imperial Duke is now as thin as a wood, covered in coarse cloth, and his face is ruined. He was graceful and graceful in those years. Let alone an ordinary man. Now he is no different from a half dead and half alive man, but his noble breath has not decreased at all

, especially those eyes, firm and cold, with an unyielding momentum.

Jingxian stood up, his steps were unsteady, staggered a few steps, and his eyes widened.

Unbelievable!

"How is that possible?" He still didn't believe it and was surprised, "aren't you really buried in the mausoleum?"

The imperial duke said, "yes, the person buried under the mausoleum is actually Zhao Hao."

"How... How did this happen?"

The imperial Duke smiled bitterly and said, "the fire really killed me. Fortunately, God opened his eyes and let me escape. I lived and hid for 15 years, like a personal puppet."

Jing Xian: "

"More than 70 people in my house were buried in the sea of fire overnight. Screams echoed in my ears every night. They have never been broken in the past 15 years."

Now when he mentions the events of that year, the imperial Duke's tone is very indifferent, as if he is telling a story that has nothing to do with himself.

But who can know that at this moment, the waves in his heart are tumbling.

That's hate!

Jing Xian was shocked for a long time and asked, "how did you get to Beijing?"

Royal Duke: "the Emperor invited the monks of Guang'an temple to Beijing for this annual festival, waiting to go to the mausoleum to chant sutras and chant Buddha, so the boxes containing Buddhist Sutras were not checked when they were transported to Beijing."

original!

In those days, the majestic imperial Duke hid in a box and entered Beijing.

Ridiculous!

Jingxian swallowed his saliva, took a breath and asked, "what are you looking for me for?"

The imperial duke said, "don't you always want to know why your father and Emperor ruthlessly killed your mother and concubine? I'm here to tell you the truth."

Uh!

truth! With confused and excited eyes, Jing xianman took two difficult steps forward, his eyes moist and red, "I still remember that after my uncle died, someone sent a letter to my mother's imperial concubine. Before she could finish reading it, my father's people came. I hid behind the curtain and saw my mother with my own eyes

The imperial concubine was poisoned but there was nothing I could do, but I knew that the death of the imperial concubine was related to the royal government, so over the years, I tried my best to find out the truth and avenge my imperial concubine, but what happened that year? Let my father be so cruel that he even wants to kill me? "

Choking tone! shout oneself hoarse.