From a long time ago ... Junli began to investigate the connection between Ning Que and those strange life cases. Although no evidence was found, rumors of his life experience have been circulating in Chang'an City.

Everyone believes that Ning Que is the son of General Xuanwei Lin Guangyuan, the orphan of the massacre at that time. After dormant for many years in the world, he finally entered the academy and once he gained power, he would start a **** revenge. Even His Majesty the Emperor and Xiahou, as well as many brothers and sisters in Houshan of the Academy believed this rumor.

So at this time, when the people in front of the Imperial City heard Ning Que whispering this sentence, they couldn't help but be shocked and couldn't believe it. I thought if you weren't Lin Guangyuan's orphan, why did you do these things?

Xiahou looked at Ning Que under the black umbrella, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ning Que looked down at the plum-like blood spots on the snow, as if seeing the blood spots on the ground in the firewood house fifteen years ago, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

The wind and snow suddenly disperse, gradually rushing.

Ning Que raised his head and watched the crowd asking three questions.

"Why do you all think I am the son of the general?"

"Why must I be the son of the general?"

"Why do you all want me to be the son of the general?"

Everyone was still in shock, unable to answer his question at all.

Ning Que laughed at herself and said, "I'm sorry, I really am not."

"My father was not General Xuanwei, not a school captain, not an official, or even a clerk. He was just the porter of the General's Mansion, and the porter of the second door could not get much of the bag."

"My mother is naturally not the wife of the general. She is just a lowly maidservant. Although she has fed her young grandpa and can enter and leave the house, she is still just a maidservant."

"Your Majesty turned over the case for the general. I am very pleased. This is a true feeling, because the general and the general's wife are both good people. They died very wrongly. It's just that I regret it ... I didn't hear the name of my parents."

He looked at the crowd in front of the Imperial City and said, "This is a natural thing. My parents were originally inconspicuous people and their names are also inconspicuous."

"My father is an orphan, and the general has to give his surname Lin, his name is Lin Qian."

"My mother didn't even have a name. She was sold from Hebei County to Chang'an City. From childhood to death, she was called Li Sanniang because she vaguely remembered that she ranked third at home."

Blood and water continued to fall on the snow along Ning Que's palm. The expression on his face was calm, and the narrative was also very calm, not indifferent, but true flat nose.

However, this calm and unexcited calm made everyone who saw Ning's face lack a cold, which grew from the soles of his feet and froze his body.

This front calm is terrible.

Sang Sang was not afraid, but only felt his feelings at this time, sad at his sadness at this time, cold at the cold of his body and mind at this moment, subconsciously reached out to hold his hand to give him some warmth.

"I know this is written in the book.

Ning Que calmly said: "The prince who took the throne went away, and then returned home to revenge the minister's house framed by the traitor and escaped a young master. After many years, he tested his teeth and got His Majesty's favor, and then reopened the case. "

He looked at the people and asked seriously: "But why must the protagonist of every revenge story be a prince? Isn't the son of the porter and maid girl eligible for revenge?"

Faced with this calm but tossing question, the people in front of the Imperial City could only be silent. Zeng Jing wanted to say something but couldn't open his mouth, Li Qingshan sighed softly. "It's written like this in the book, people think about it this way. I know this can't blame anyone, any emotion of self-satisfaction is idiot, but I'm still very cautious about this idea."

"Just like a decade ago."

Ning Que looked at Xia Hou and said, "That day, I took the young master to play on the street, as I often do, because he regarded me as a good friend ... I said a lot, but anyway the housekeeper wanted Leaving the blood for the general, I also took me to the doctor's office across the street. "

Hearing this sentence, Zeng Jing ’s expression was slightly stiff, remembering the day when the wife of the concubine gave birth to a daughter, and there was blood flowing across the street.

Ning Que continued: "When you killed soldiers and entered the General's Mansion, I was hiding in the firehouse of the Doctor's Mansion with the young master and the housekeeper."

Xia Hou looked sad and said: "My subordinate finally chased down to the firehouse, and saw two dead bodies. I confirmed that Lin Guangyuan's son was dead, so I have always been puzzled by your identity, now I don't doubt ... I started Curious about how you did it at the time. "

Ning Que looked at the surrounding snow and seemed to be remembering something, and said with a smile: "There is nothing new under Haotian, or the old stories."

"If the general's son is to be alive, the porter's son must die. They are all four-year-old boys. The blood and flesh he cut are vague, and they have changed their clothes. Who can tell who is who?"

"The housekeeper thought that there was no need to be alert to a four-year-old boy, so he stared at me at that time, his eyes showing regret, sympathy, and sadness. At that moment I knew what he was going to do."

He spread his hands and smiled and said, "Isn't it written like this in the book?"

Then he smiled gradually, looked at Xiahou, looked at Zeng Jing, looked at Li Qingshan, looked at all he could see, and asked without expression: "But why?"

"Why should I write in the book, what will I do?"

"Why should the general's son live, and the porter's son will die?"

"Why am I going to die?"

At the gate of Fengxueyou Palace, everyone was silent.

No one can answer this ... question, so there is silence, only Ning Que's voice is still floating in the snow, and it is getting higher and colder and colder.

"I'm just the son of a porter."

But I want to live. "

"I want to live."

Ning Que's voice is calm and firm, and tells her thoughts of the year, just like telling the sun will rise every day, and the water will flow down these eternal truths.

He continued: "So when the housekeeper tried to trick me to take off my clothes and get the hatchet myself, I first took the hatchet into my hand and then stabbed him in the stomach."

"Stabbed more than one knife."

Ning Que recalled the events of the year and frowned and said, "It seems like five swords."

"Because I did n’t have enough strength, I did n’t stab him deeply, I did n’t stab him for a while, so I had to stab a few more times, but I did n’t know why, the housekeeper did n’t call, he just looked at me in horror, like looking at a devil I kept thinking about whether he was scared to be speechless, or he didn't want to start to disturb the people outside the firehouse.

After a moment of silence, he continued, "Young Master One", who is also the son of the general, did not know what was happening at the time. He just watched the most beloved butler lying in the pool of blood, and he rushed towards me like crazy. , Want to beat me, want to bite me. "

He shook his head and said, "I was also in a panic, dancing with a hatchet, and somehow cut his neck, and then he fell backwards with his neck, and fell on the pile of wood."

"The blood in the neck of the young master spewed out from his fingers. I wanted to cover him, but I couldn't cover it until I finally got the blood that coagulated into my fingers ..."

Ning Que raised his head and looked at the people in the snow. After a long silence, he shook his head and said, "It's not a manslaughter."

"Maybe I just wanted to kill him."

He looked at Xia Hou and said with a smile: "Because only he is dead, people like you and His Royal Highness will never take care of my porter's son again."

The world is shrouded in wind and snow and shrouded in death.

Snow flakes to Ning Que's face ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Touching the smile, it seems to be freezing colder.

It was a smile that seemed to be mild, but actually extremely cold.

People looked at the smile on Ning Que's face, shocked and unspeakable, and felt unprecedentedly cold.

They seemed to have seen the pictures in the chapel of the doctor's house more than ten years ago.

A four-year-old boy, holding a rusty hatchet in his hands, stood in front of the two corpses. His small face was full of despair and fear. His body kept shaking and he could fall to the ground at any time.

But the little boy never fell.

Now, the little boy was standing in the snow, standing in front of the majestic palace and standing in front of the people, telling the long story.

The stories in the book are often written that way.

The story he told is not in the book.

[To be continued]