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If a father and his daughter kill each other, it is a tragedy in the world, but when a child forces his parents to kill him, it is even more tragic.
Xie Yuan Mingjin's move was like a storm gathering, as if he was extremely furious, and he suddenly grabbed the sword on his waist, Keng!
The sword is drawn.
Chu Lanai and others' expressions changed, and Su Dazai and others also shouted, "Thank you, Duke Guo, no!"
"Lord!!!"
Bi Er and others were panicked, and they all knelt on the ground. People in the second and third bedrooms couldn't help but want to break through the blockade of the courtyard and come here.
But they couldn't get through and could only watch the father and daughter facing each other with swords in the main courtyard.
Then, Xie Yuan turned his wrist and pointed his sword at the people in the courtyard next door.
"If you dare to seek death like your mother, I will bury your favorite brothers and sisters alive."
"Ajin, you know I can do it."
He has never denied that he is cruel and ruthless. The Xie family is basically self-aware, but it is still quite scary when they actually see it.
Mingyue, who had just broken through the maid's blockage, saw a secret guard grabbing her neck.
Mingyue: "!!!"
Mingdai and Mingrong were also facing the edge of their swords, not to mention Xie Zhipuru, who was blocked at the corner of another courtyard and was already pinned to a pillar.
As parents, Xu and others were extremely frightened, at a loss and did not dare to move.
Because they know Xie Yuanzhen can do it.
When Ming Jin saw this scene, she was stunned for a moment, then smiled, raised her head slightly, and looked at the flying snow in the sky, and the snowflakes fell coldly on her cheeks.
The sky is vast and thousands of miles covered with snow.
No matter how distant her eyes were, she could not see through this boundless snowy night. She could not see the distant places, just like her whole life.
Her expression seemed bitter, but not bitter, and she just murmured: "A century-old family is nothing more than accumulating virtue and doing good deeds...doing good deeds, doing good deeds again, restraining oneself and returning to propriety, and keeping one's mind clear and deceived. This is what my grandfather taught me back then."
She lowered her head and looked at the straw hat in her hand, pondered for a moment. Is her wrist loosened? She put the sword down gently.
But Bi Shiyi beside him didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief, and only looked at Ming Jin cautiously.
He saw Ming Jin's eyebrows slightly lowered and said to his master: "Father, you think you know me, but you may not know that I will not seek death."
"But still remember what I said four years ago?"
Xie Yuan frowned. He seemed to have remembered something, and his expression suddenly changed. Before he could speak, Ming Jinjin said calmly.
"A century-old family? Too much is too little. If it is overturned, I will become a prostitute for your daughter who is far away from home."
"shut up!"
Xie Yuan shouted fiercely, his face ferocious, as if he was extremely angry.
Lin suddenly remembered her husband's secret conversation with her at night, mentioning that Ming Jin had angered his eldest brother four years ago. She suddenly realized, so this sentence?
Ming Jin is fearless, his expression is indifferent? Is there a ruthlessness in his eyes, is there a coldness in his eyes? There is all kinds of melancholy in the lowered part of his eyebrows.
"I'm so much like you. I haven't been willing to be inferior to others since I was a child. As long as I want to, no one can beat me? It's not in vain that you and your grandfather have spent so much time raising me."
"If I don't die...I won't hang myself from the beam like Ah Zhu? Even if I am a prostitute? I will also be the oiran in the cage."
She stretched out her hand and stroked the corners of her eyes, letting the faint tears that were about to come out grind into marks under her fingertips, leaving a faint rouge color in the corners of her eyes. The corners of her lips were slightly hooked, showing no timidity and full of charm.
Now that things have happened, she doesn't even want to cry.
She gently stroked the lowered sword, lowered her head and inserted it gently into the snow. Then she raised her head and said softly to Xie Yuan.
"A prostitute will have no children unless she dies."
Since she is a prostitute, she will never have any heirs.
She looked down at the hat in her hand, and there was boundless astringency in her eyes.
I thought silently in my heart: A century-old family is nothing more than accumulating virtue and doing good deeds...doing good deeds, doing good deeds again, restraining oneself and returning to etiquette, being clear about confusion and keeping one's heart. If one does not behave properly, it will eventually be a curse.
But there are no tears to cry.
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Xie Yuan was speechless. His face turned red, but the color on his lips faded. Ming Jin stopped looking at him, let go of the hilt of his sword, bent down to pick up the cloak on the ground, gently shook off the snowflakes on it, and then
He carefully wrapped it around his hat, put it on his wrist, and looked back at the group of people in the main room.
At that glance, few people saw her clearly. She bowed her knees slightly and bowed gracefully, then walked sideways to the arch on the side, a single figure in the wind and snow.
But when he passed the arch, Ming Jin seemed to have thought of something, paused and asked, "Where did you bury her?"
"There was no flesh and blood left, I only found her head."
"Then where did you bury her head?"
Xie Yuan closed his eyes and said: "Emperor's power, anyone who does not follow it is treason, but it cannot be known, it can only be burned with fire oil and fly ashes."
Mingyue and others were horrified, and they all looked at Ming Jin sadly, but Ming Jin just lost his mind for a moment, turned his back to Xie Yuan, and finally smiled faintly.
"It's okay, this world can't keep them."
Then he left.
But Xie Yuan just lowered his head and spit out a mouthful of thick blood.
The red marks on the snow correspond to the blood stains left by Ming Jin not far away.
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When Ming Jin passed the corridor, she saw Ming Yue and the others standing there. She was stunned for a moment and looked at them. After a while, Ming Yue couldn't help but rush over and rushed forward. She wanted to hug Ming Jin, but she didn't dare.
His face was covered with tears and snot, and his nose was twitching. He was speechless for a while, and finally he stuttered out a sentence.
"I...I haven't performed yet...I...my chest is broken. Do you still want to watch?"
She didn't know what to say, and she didn't understand why so many things happened suddenly.
Before the night passed, the sky changed.
It was obviously fine before.
Ming Jin didn't say anything, her eyes were as cold as water. She was neither willing to break down nor to repair the problem. She just stretched out her hand and hugged Ming Yue gently. She put her head gently on the latter's shoulder, and seemed to take a breath.
The long and weak breathing may be more like a sigh, fatigue, confusion, and unspeakable sadness.
Mingyue suddenly didn't dare to say anything about whether they could have a hot spring bath together next time.
How dare you ask, how can you ask.
After a while, Mingdai said hoarsely: "Bandage your hand first, otherwise it will be useless."
Mingyue regained consciousness and hurriedly called for someone, but Shaoyao and the female secret guard who was good at medicine were already waiting at the side.
In the inner room, a fire was lit in the stove. Mingdai and Mingyue were sitting on one side, a little restless, but trying their best to be quiet, while Mingrong was making tea and being patient until a pot of good tea came out. At this time, the wound was bandaged, Mingrong
I have an extra cup of tea in front of me.
She looked at Ming Rong, who stood in front of her, melting into the warm light in the room, and spoke to her.
"It is said that it is the family, the country and the world, but in fact many people who are in the struggle between the family, the country and the world have never seen the real world at all."
"I'm married, so I have no chance. You still have it, so go out for a walk."
Ming Rong took Ming Jin's intact right hand, handed the warm teacup into her hand, and clasped her fingers together.
"Rivers and rivers flow with time, and mountains and seas pass by with time. It is also good to devote your life to heaven and earth."
Her words were so profound that even Mingdai didn't understand them very well, let alone Mingyue, but Mingjin could understand them. She looked at Mingrong, and the latter touched her head with his hands.
Ming Dai and Mingyue suddenly understood why Ming Jin had acted in similar ways in the past.
Accompanying the elderly and supporting the young, in life, everyone will leave the shadow of others.
It may be pain, confusion, or growth, but it is an immortal time.
After they left, Shaoyao showed a look of shock and half-knelt in front of Ming Jin who was lying on the soft couch, "Girl, girl..."
Touching her eyelids with her delicate white fingers, she sighed softly, "Get me a pen and paper."
Shaoyao was startled, but seeing that Mingjin's mood was relatively stable, she obediently turned around and went to the study to get pen and paper. As soon as she left, Mingjin took out a handkerchief and put it on her mouth. After a while, the handkerchief turned scarlet red and she looked at it.
Chapter completed!