Gui Bu opened his sad eyes and saw a suona hitting his forehead.

His temples were throbbing! He was still immersed in the pain brought by the nightmare, and Xiaohu was about to blow the second time.

His head was buzzing so much that he had no time to grieve. He jumped out of bed!

"You've been tired all day, go back and rest early, I'll keep watch over him, he probably won't wake up..."

Su Mo and Su Xiaoxiao were talking as they walked. Just as they mentioned that Gui Bu would not wake up, they saw the door was opened and Gui Bu appeared in front of them with a frightened look on his face.

They both: “…”

…

As night fell, the pitch-black darkness opened its mouth like an abyss and swallowed up the entire palace.

Two nimble figures leaped and shuttled in the night, passing by the pavilions with flying eaves and stepping on the green waves with the fragrance of lotus. They avoided the patrolling guards all the way and came to a desolate courtyard near the south wall.

Wei Ting landed between King Nanyang and the south wall first, turned around, and looked at King Nanyang with cold eyes.

He was on the roof just now and heard everything he should and shouldn't have heard.

It was more shocking and harder to accept than when I suspected the Grand Princess was the mastermind.

This was the elder whom he regarded as his father, who taught him to read and write, taught him to compose poetry and prose, and warned him that no matter what, he must grow up to be an upright and upright man with no regrets.

"Why?"

Wei Ting clenched his fists, looked at him with red eyes, and asked loudly, "Why!"

The figure of King Nanyang was shrouded in the cool moonlight, and his eyes seemed particularly cold, but at this moment, his lips moved slightly, and there was some of his former gentleness in his eyes.

"Xiao Qi, you know I don't want to hurt you."

Wei Ting said in a deep voice: "Then what is all that you did? You tortured my grandfather and killed my father and brother. Isn't that hurting me? I would rather be the one you killed!"

King Nanyang sighed: "To achieve great things, one must always make choices."

Wei Ting smiled coldly: "Choose? Why is our Wei family not qualified enough for you to give it up?"

This is the most incredible thing. The Wei family was more powerful than the Duke of Huguo Mansion back then. In fact, because the Wei family had many sons, each one was more outstanding than the other, their prospects were brighter than that of the Duke of Huguo Mansion.

Who would abandon such a huge force?

It's not like he has already ascended the throne, so there's no need to get rid of him.

Nanyang Wangdao said: "You should know that I have never thought of hurting you. If I wanted to do something to you, you would have returned dead in Qingzhou. No, even earlier. Four years ago at Suibei Pass, you had no defense against me. I could have killed you at any time."

Wei Ting said sarcastically: "Then I should thank you? Thank you for not killing me, thank you for slaughtering my entire family!"

The King of Nanyang hesitated to speak.

"You don't have to rack your brains to deceive me. I won't be fooled by you again."

After Wei Ting finished speaking, he drew out his sword and said, "Attack."

King Nanyang said: "I don't want to fight with you."

Wei Ting had no intention of letting him go.

Wei Ting raised his sword and slashed at his right arm!

King Nanyang turned his feet, swiftly avoided Wei Ting's attack, and pinched Wei Ting's sword blade with his fingertips in time.

Wei Ting looked at his right hand and frowned slightly: "You used to be left-handed."

King Nanyang said nothing, but slapped Wei Ting on the chest.

Wei Ting stepped back on tiptoe.

"You're not using the same moves as before!"

The King of Nanyang was a man of both civil and military talents, but compared to his brilliant literary talent, his martial arts were relatively not as outstanding. Wu'an Jun personally taught him for some time but he did not make much progress.

But tonight, his inner strength and his moves were all unfamiliar, and he seemed to have become a martial arts genius.

"Are you the King of Nanyang?"

Wei Ting questioned.

King Nanyang responded to Wei Ting's move: "Is it me or not? Can't you recognize me?"

Wei Ting's eyes fell behind his right ear.

When he was very young, he climbed a tree out of anger, but couldn't get down. It was King Nanyang who climbed up to find him, but was injured by a branch.

That familiar scar is still there.

While Wei Ting was observing Scar, King Nanyang took the opportunity, leaped onto the wall, and disappeared into the endless night.

Don't chase an enemy who is desperate.

King Nanyang had already noticed that there was someone on the roof, and he was deliberately luring him out.

Since he doesn't want to say anything to me, he must have other purposes.

Wei Ting was not so overwhelmed by hatred and shock. He calmly looked in the direction where King Nanyang fled, put away his sword, and returned to the courtyard.

…

Inside the house, Gui Bu wanted to complain about the three little ones' bad behavior of dancing on the grave.

"Your son! They..."

He raised his hand and pointed, then looked back and was stunned.

The three little ones who were dancing at the grave just now were now sitting obediently by the bed, looking at him with cute faces.

The ghosts were all confused and terrified.

Are all the little brats nowadays so pretentious?

Su Xiaoxiao sent the three children to Li's place, and returned to Gui Bu's room. Looking at Gui Bu, who was sitting on a stool and doubting his life, she cleared her throat and said seriously, "You woke up at the right time. I have something to tell you, if you are not feeling unwell."

All of Gui Bu's discomfort was blown away by the little suona, and he didn't have any feelings of nostalgia left at all.

Su Mo called a secret guard and asked him to guard the door and not allow anyone to approach.

The three of them sat down around the round table.

Su Xiaoxiao told the story of her meeting with King Nanyang.

After hearing this, Gui Bu remained silent for a long time.

Su Xiaoxiao pulled out her handkerchief, flicked it in the air, wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, and said earnestly: "I know that you are now a soldier of the Western Jin Dynasty. A soldier has no past, and all the things of the Wei family have nothing to do with you. But the King of Nanyang doesn't think so. Helian Ye has already exposed you. The King of Nanyang knows that you are still alive, and he... will definitely come to seek revenge on you. If you know something, don't hide it, let's all work together to find a solution!"

Su Mo looked at his sister in surprise.

How do you manage to lie so seriously? Gui Bu whispered, "You don't have to provoke me."

Su Xiaoxiao blinked and put away the handkerchief: "Then are you willing to tell me?"

Gui Bu paused for a moment and said, "Let me make it clear first, I haven't recovered my memory."

Su Xiaoxiao nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

It's up to you! It looks like there's hope. Gui Bu does know what happened back then.

Gui Bu took a deep breath, his face calm, his hands on his legs clenched into fists: "I never thought that he would harm the Wei family. But if it must be him, then it must be because of that."

Su Xiaoxiao gestured to Gui Bu to continue.

(End of this chapter)