Chapter 225 He knew that as long as he turned around, he would have a home to return to
It only took a quarter of an hour for the waiter to serve the tea and for us to finish the whole pot of tea.
After finishing the tea, Wei Li left the teahouse.
No matter how intense his emotions were, he only gave himself a cup of tea to calm down.
He had too much to do and no time to waste.
In the afternoon, he returned to the Yulin Guard Camp to take up duty. After his shift was over in the afternoon, he went straight back to Wei Mansion in East Second Lane. After entering the house, he went to the study to continue handling official business.
It soon got dark and the lights in the study were turned on.
When the flame suddenly floated, the young man who had been buried in his desk looked up and saw a person standing in front of the desk.
He was wearing night clothes and a scarf, with a tall and imposing figure, deep black eyes and a cold and hard aura.
Seeing him, a smile appeared on the young man's lips, "Uncle Broken Blade."
Duan Dao pulled down his veil, revealing a strange and ordinary face. He walked to the wooden armchair next to the desk and sat down. "I went to the teahouse this afternoon and saw the message you left for me. What happened?"
"Hong De ordered me to recapture the land of exile. All factions that could be recruited were to be recruited, and those that could not were to be killed. Before I left the palace, he asked me to take off my mask." Wei Li narrated the story in a calm and steady tone, without the initial ups and downs. "I have done too many bad things and have hidden too many evil things in my heart. His suspicions about me have never been dispelled."
Emperor Hong De actually did not recognize him.
More than ten years have passed, and he has fought on the battlefield for five years. His appearance and temperament are completely different from when he was young.
But even though his appearance had changed and he had lied about his age, Emperor Hongde was still suspicious.
Wei Li lowered his eyes, a hint of sarcasm creeping into his eyes, "He knows how many wronged souls he has in his hands. He's afraid even in his dreams that the wronged souls will come and claim his life."
Broken Blade listened to him quietly and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"After the royal mid-autumn sacrifices, I will set out to return to my place of exile."
"A-Li, you and I have a master-disciple relationship, and I admire your strong character and extraordinary courage, but if you dare to hurt them, I will kill you with my own hands." The firelight danced, and Broken Knife's deep eyes stared at the young man indifferently, with the sternness of an elder deep in his eyes.
Wei Li met his gaze and said sternly, "Uncle Broken Blade, I carry a lot of hatred on my shoulders, and my only goal in surviving is revenge. However, I also know that the dead are gone. If I have to choose between Tubei Village and revenge, I will definitely choose Tubei Village. Because my family who are still around are more important."
He never knew what he really wanted.
As a son, you must avenge your mother.
In order to give him a chance to survive, my grandfather's family risked their lives to protect him, and this hatred must be avenged.
But he only had relatives by his side for a total of ten years in his life, half of which was given by his mother and grandfather, and the other half was given by Tubei Village and the Xiaosu family.
If one day he really had to make a choice, he would choose to let all his relatives and friends in Tubei Village continue to live well.
He knew that his mother's spirit in heaven would support him in doing so.
But it has not come to that point yet, and it is still uncertain who will win between him and Emperor Hongde!
Broken Blade looked at the young man, the fierceness in his eyes slowly easing. "Over the years, I have reconnected with my former subordinates and am eager to wait for the right opportunity. If you have a plan, I will help you."
The young man took off his mask and raised his eyebrows slightly under the light, his confidence and composure evident. "Master, don't underestimate Li'er. Before I leave Beijing, I will give Hong De a great gift. When I return to Beijing, it will be time to close the net."
Broken Blade was silent for a moment, his lips moving softly, "...smelly boy."
"Soon I will be able to return to the place of exile openly to visit Grandpa Su and Grandma Su and the others. You have been away for several years. When will you go back?" The word "brat" made Wei Li smile with his white teeth. In just this short moment, the boy shed his maturity beyond his age and revealed the appearance of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.
"I can't go back for the time being. Now that I've reconnected with my old friends, there's no guarantee that no one is secretly investigating me. Going back will only bring danger to the place of exile and implicate innocent people. It won't be too late to go back once things here are resolved." When talking about going back, Duan Dao's expression eased a little.
According to outsiders, the Land of Exile is not a good place.
There are evil people everywhere, there is no order, the strong prey on the weak and fists are respected. It is a place that ordinary people are afraid of.
But he spent the most difficult time of his life there.
There, those who accompanied him through the trough, whether it was the noisy old poisoner, the scheming Huo Ziheng, the mysterious and proud Bai Xiaofeng, or the Su family who brought him the ordinary and warm family life, and even the children who always liked to be close to him, were all the light in his dark journey.
He is attached to that place.
Will eventually return home.
Broken Blade withdrew his thoughts and looked at the young man under the lamp. "Since you don't need my help, why did you leave a message for me? At this critical moment, our meeting will only increase the risk of you being caught."
Since Emperor Hongde has always been suspicious, how could he not have someone secretly watching him?
The young man laughed again, "In this huge city of Changjing, you are the only elder here. I have something on my mind that I want to share with you, so I left a message for you."
“…” Nonsense.
The light flickered again, and the armchair beside the desk was empty.
Wei Li looked at the empty place, the smile on his face slowly faded, and he turned his head to stare at the fire so close to him in a daze.
He wanted to go to Tubei Village again.
Over the years, in the military camp and in Changjing, I thought about it every day and every night.
But you can't have any contact with that side, so as not to be discovered.
Day after day, year after year, he learned to control his longing.
We will always meet again in the future.
soon.
He took the paper and pen from the desk and wrote the secret letter quickly, his tone calm and steady again.
He is no longer the same Wei Li as he was at the age of five.
When Wei Lichu was five years old, he encountered a huge change and was helpless. He was confused and wandering like a rootless duckweed, and was full of hatred, so he tried desperately to grab the straw around him.
But now he has already taken root again.
His roots are in the small Su family in Tubei Mountain, the place of exile.
Even if he was bruised and bloodied outside, as long as he turned around, he would have a home to return to.
Therefore, we can act more calmly.
That night, the secret letter landed silently in Prince Xiu's residence, beside Prince Xiu's bed.
…
Darong, the Eight Immortals Peak in the northern suburbs of Xindu.
A temple stands halfway up the mountain, looming among the lush green forests. Looking from the foot of the mountain, it is surrounded by clouds and mist, giving it an air of fairy air.
Next to the stream at the foot of the mountain, young boys and girls each held a bucket of dirty clothes. After soaking them in water, they placed them on a large rock by the stream and beat them with a hammer.
"Jiu'er, the calluses on my hands are all from washing clothes." The young man banged his mallet, leaving afterimages as he struck the clothes as if they were his enemies. "We've been here for two months now, right? We wash clothes every day! Such a big gang, and you don't even have a few laundry maids?"
Tian Bao was the opposite of him. He pounded slowly and leisurely. When he was not happy with it, he would put down the mallet, sit down on the grass nearby, and casually toss a pear over. "It's nice, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. I can enjoy the scenery."
Bai Yu also threw away the mallet, crawled over to the girl and lay down while chewing a pear, looking at the blue sky and white clouds above his head, listening to the birds singing in the stream beside his ears, and turning his head to see butterflies flying around the wild flowers on the roadside.
It is indeed a beautiful place with clear water and picturesque scenery.
But they came for business.
"Jiu'er, don't forget the important things."
"No, I remember more than a dozen faces."
“…”
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