Devil’s Advent

Many people think that gray hair is actually not ugly. Even, according to the aesthetics of later generations, a man with gray hair, as long as he is not old-fashioned, still looks a bit temperamental and has a strange beauty.

When Zheng Fan drew comics in his previous life, he liked to use this method to create characters, and felt that this method could quickly and effectively highlight the character's temperament.

Furthermore, due to the popularity of various hair dyes in later generations, people often have a high degree of acceptance of hair of different colors.

But at this time, the Marquis of Jingnan,

his white hair,

It only presents a kind of desolation, a kind of sadness that is greater than heart death, and a kind of dilapidation that can't be created even in late autumn.

What kind of temperament, what image, what kind of things, can't describe the shock after seeing it.

Zheng Fan's chest seemed to be blocked tightly by a stone.

For a long time, when facing Tian Wujing, Zheng Fan has been performing himself just right.

The intimacy with the superior is homely, not breaking the rules, but not being unfamiliar, laughing and scolding, let him feel that you belong to him, and let him know that you still know how to measure.

But at this moment, Zheng Fan didn't hide. Whether he was too lazy or felt it was unnecessary, Zheng Fan didn't know. He just took a few steps forward, then looked behind the threshold,

Shaoqing,

road:

Lord Hou?

Lord Hou replied calmly:

She fell asleep.

There was no sadness, no confusion, and no hysteria in Hou Ye's eyes. He was very calm, but this calm was like the tranquility before a volcano erupted.

If one ignores the hair that fell white overnight, he still seems to be the original self, without any changes.

But Zheng Fan knows that the sorrow of some people lies in,

He is too strong, too powerful, this is no longer a mask on his own face, because the mask has already merged with his own face.

Sadness is that when you want to express your sadness, you have forgotten how to do it.

You can only sit on the threshold like this, for a night.

You have stripped that emotion out of your body early, and you feel that you will never use it again in your life, and you feel that it is just a burden to you.

But what you don't expect is that one day later, you will find yourself needing it more than ever.

It can tell you whether to cry, yell, or get angry, without making you feel helpless and helpless like a child who just learned to walk and is confused and perturbed ahead.

Even the people around you don't know how to comfort you, and no one dares to comfort you. They are used to your need, and they are used to your figure standing in front of thousands of people.

You are isolated from the world, a suffocating isolation.

Tian Wujing stretched out his hand and beckoned at Zheng Fan.

If it were someone else, facing Tian Wujing at this moment, he might have knelt down in fear or ran away in a panic;

After all, an angry lion is really not as scary as a lion on the verge of anger. God knows how the furious lion will react after forbearance to the extreme.

Zheng Fan walked over,

Tian Wujing didn't speak,

Zheng Fan didn't speak either.

At this position, Zheng Fan saw a coffin inside.

Tian Wujing continued to sit there,

Zheng Fan hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to walk in.

The atmosphere, here, is stagnant.

Finally, Zheng Fan took a deep breath, and slowly knelt down on one knee facing Tian Wujing.

Tian Wujing turned his face sideways and looked at Zheng Fan who was kneeling in front of him.

The two look at each other;

A majestic pressure came to Zheng Fan, it was a kind of scrutiny from the soul level, the invisible coercion made the magic pill in Zheng Fan's chest tremble slightly.

do my best.

Zheng Fan gritted his teeth,

Directly said:

Master Hou, I want to know how Madam died!

She just fell asleep. She waited too long for me to come back, so she fell asleep first.

It's hard for you to imagine that Tian Wujing would say such a thing.

At this point, what do you need to do with him?

If he is not Tian Wujing, you can pour cold water on him, you can yell at him, you can even step forward and slap him to wake him up.

But just because he is Tian Wujing, others dare not,

Zheng Fan,

I dare not.

Because the emperor's new clothes can only be effective if the emperor wears them.

Zheng Fan slowly opened his mouth,

Every word he says now is likely to cause his head to be smashed by Tian Wujing's punch in the next moment.

The magic pill cannot be stopped at all.

But Zheng Fan felt that he should say something and try to do something.

Rural people hold funerals and drinks, and neighbors and relatives who have good relations will spontaneously come a day or two in advance to help with things.

Is this trying to kill you?

right,

seek death.

Zheng Fan said:

Master Hou... my son... my son...

Zheng Fan could clearly feel that his teeth were chattering, and his speech was intermittent.

He is walking a tightrope, and below him is a cliff.

It's not that I haven't walked the tightrope before, but it was for the pursuit of some kind of benefit, but now, I really don't want to ask for anything, and I really don't want to ask for anything.

Zheng Fan felt that he hadn't been so pure for a long time.

Purely to die.

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan,

Look this time,

It's not the same as before.

In the past, Tian Wujing, no matter what was going on in his heart, at least his eyes were calm, but now, there are clear emotions in his eyes.

He is restraining,

He has been restrained,

a volcano,

has been restraining his eruption,

And unfortunately,

Zheng Fan's words,

It seems that all the previous restraints will be turned into nothing.

Zheng Fan lowered his head,

But my heart went straight down,

paralyzed,

Make a big death, make a big death,

Anyway, you, Tian Wujing, have saved Lao Tzu's life several times, and if it doesn't work, I'll give it back to you!

Master Hou, Madam has left, you have to give us an accurate answer whether to investigate this matter or not!

Or, Lord Hou, you actually already have an idea in your heart, but I need you to give me an accurate answer!

If you don't check, Marquis...

How are you?

I... I'll check it out by myself. I haven't been a father in all my life. I finally have something to look forward to. Now he's gone for no reason. I'm not convinced!

Speaking of which,

Zheng Fan simply raised his head, gasped heavily, and his voice became higher and higher, almost shouting:

If there are any suspects, they will be arrested and interrogated. If there are clues, they will be investigated. Up and down, inside and outside, they will be passed through a sieve. It will have no clue at all.

No matter what, you can't sit here and call your wife to sleep like you are now, Lord Hou!

Lord Hou, you are a man, I have always admired you, but your current appearance really makes my subordinates look down on you.

Gentlemen, your daughter-in-law who was pregnant with Liujia was murdered. You should be so sad that you want to die and live. It is understandable if you want to die and live with your wife and children, but at the very least, you have to wait until you have revenged yourself. Wipe your neck!

After yelling,

Zheng Fan felt refreshed,

It's so cool.

After the fun, there is only emptiness left, so let's die.

After Zheng Fan finished speaking, the place fell into silence.

Tian Wujing stretched out his hand slowly, Zheng Fan shook his body,

Tian Wujing's hand grabbed Zheng Fan's shoulder.

Zheng Fan was waiting for his shoulder to be crushed, but it didn't.

Tian Wujing turned his head and glanced at the coffin behind him,

road:

Help me get the child back.

Child? Zheng Fan was stunned.

Juanzi was stabbed through the stomach with a sword.

That………

I checked Juanzi's body and found that there was another seam on her stomach.

this………

Juanzi gave birth to a child before going to Tianhu Mountain, but there is no child in the mansion.

Zheng Fan's mind is a little messed up, no, this...what the hell is going on!

Master Hou, madam, why does madam want to go to Tianhu Mountain?

The place where the accident happened was Tianhu Mountain.

This is also what Zheng Fan is most puzzled by. Ordinary people would naively think that the Marquis went to Tianhu Mountain to pray for the Marquis who was away on an expedition.

But who is Du Juan? Is she the kind of ordinary woman who only knows how to pray to God and Buddha?

Why did she leave Hou Mansion and go to Tianhu Mountain outside Litian City?

and,

Probably before going up the mountain,

She forcibly gave birth to the child first.

A woman who just gave birth, a woman who had her own caesarean section stitched up, but still going up the mountain?

Why?

In ancient times, there was no subject of caesarean section, but the midwives in ancient times did have a child with dystocia. They would use a knife or scissors to cut the belly of the pregnant woman and take out the child.

Du Juan is not an ordinary woman, she has cultivation, but that kind of pain...

So, she knew that she might die, so she gave birth to the child first. Did she go up the mountain to seek death?

The grandpa in the palace is here, and he is settling down on Tianhu Mountain.

When Zheng Fan heard this, his brain immediately buzzed.

He had also heard about the grandpa mentioned by the eunuchs in the Yanjing Imperial Palace. That grandpa was a Qi refiner. Living in the deep palace, teaching eunuchs the method of refining Qi, Wei Zhonghe is also the apprentice of that grandpa.

The secret spy department of Dayan has fans and Qi refiners in it. On the surface, Wei Zhonghe is in charge of the secret spy department, but in a real sense, the actual leader of the secret spy department is the grandpa.

Tian Wujing said slowly:

I thought my heart would never hurt again in this life, but I was wrong.

Zheng Fan said in a daze:

Then, yes, yes, it is His Majesty...

Is Emperor Yan crazy?

What does he think of attacking Jingnan Hou's heir at this time!

Tian Wujing shook his head,

I don't know, but that grandpa doesn't come here, Juanzi, she doesn't know how to go up the mountain.

I sat here and waited, and Ben Hou waited here for a day, waiting for him to go down the mountain, waiting for him to come, waiting for him, and giving Ben Hou an explanation.

What if... if he... doesn't go down the mountain?

Hearing this question,

Tian Wujing replied calmly:

Then the Jingnan Army is called... the Jingnan Army.