Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 572 I am the wildest and most splendid horse in the Qin Dynasty

A silver needle flipped between Wei Shu's fingers, and Wei Shu's eyes were full of coldness: "I mean, the little fox grew up and started to fight for power. It's just that he relied on the illusion of being sick to gain sympathy. An Ran has lived for so many years, and while preserving himself, the image of being weak has already been deeply rooted in people's hearts. How many sharp claws are he willing to use to control him? After all, he is just a person who cannot achieve great success! "

Ah Kun suddenly realized: "The third prince wants to tie the master to him, so that the master has no choice but to surrender to him?!"

Wei Shu touched his chin: "I am the wildest and most splendid horse in the Qin Dynasty. The third child wanted to tie me up with a rope, but didn't he ever think that he might be kicked in the head?"

A-Kun is still a little worried: "The one above treats the master as the sharpest and most advantageous knife. The third prince's doing this will only anger the one above and make him suspect that you have evil intentions. Master, do you have any countermeasures?"

Wei Shu showed no sign of nervousness at all, and was as calm and calm as if nothing had happened. He softly uttered calm words: "My father was a great hero. How could he have died tragically if he hadn't been pinched by a traitor? Under the iron cavalry? How can these stupid things be his opponent? I have my father's blood flowing in my body, and I have inherited my father's will. As long as they can't grasp my weakness, what can they do to me?"

A'kun looked at the silver needle in his master's hand and tried his best to persuade her with all his courage: "Master, if you want to avoid being pinched, don't show your weakness easily. I've pricked my hand several times. Maybe next time it will be the same." It will cut into your heart.”

Wei Shu was silent, and finally put the silver needle away close to his body - how could the unforgettable feelings be easily forgotten as the other person's identity changed, not to mention the complicated and unspeakable feeling from the moment he knew she was his sister, Instead of decreasing, it increases.

That's why every time I think about it, I use the needle that was stuck in my leg when we first met, and prick it hard on my finger to remind myself to face reality.

Originally, he had decided to seal everything, but during his conversation with Emperor Jiayou, he brought out the little beast that was imprisoned deep in his heart, gnawing at his heart, dripping with blood, and heart-wrenching.

What tortured him even more was that he still had those feelings at this moment. He felt that he was disgusting and pathetic, pitiful and hateful.

It’s really hard to endure. When one day the family feud is avenged and his father and mother are vindicated, will he be able to leave this world full of scars and broken heart without worries?
A'kun saw his master's expression like this again, and he wished he could slap himself to death, not wanting to open any pot.But then I thought about it, the wound will not heal if it is buried. If the wound is not exposed to the sun and the carrion is dug out, it will only get worse, and in the end there will be no cure.

He choked with sobs and continued to persuade: "Master, think about Uncle Wei's child who was guillotined for you. No matter how hard it is, he must grit his teeth and live. In addition to blood debt, you also bear a lot of responsibilities and kindness. ."

Wei Shu raised his head, took a deep breath, and finally patted A Kun on the shoulder: "If you don't know how to persuade others, don't persuade them. How can you be so dedicated to stabbing people's hearts and lungs with a knife? A Kun, I know you want to It’s good for me and everyone is doing it for my own good. I have managed to hold on for so many years. How can I not hold on in the coming days? Don’t worry!”

A-Kun's eyes turned red: "Master, it's really hard for you. When will you find that light in your life, with someone to take care of you and someone to feel sorry for you? There are many people in this world who marry first and then love. How about you marry someone who is not so annoying? If you cultivate and cultivate, maybe you will develop feelings?"

Wei Shu rewarded him with a stir-fried chestnut: "Have we developed feelings for each other after so many years? Or are you developing an un/forbidden/forbidden love for my master?"

A'kun quickly denied: "Absolutely not! It's unfair! Master, I took advantage of my mission some time ago to find a girl in the building!"

Wei Shu said angrily: "Look, you and I have been together through life and death and have no affection at all. How can we get along with just marrying someone at home?! Your brain is all used in crooked ways!"

Akun said with a bitter face: "Uncle Wei didn't tell me, he didn't dare to nag in front of you, but my ears can hear cocoons! Why can't the incense of the Lu family be cut off? Why can't you solve life-long affairs if you are the master? After he died, he couldn't even go down to see his master under the Nine Springs. What's more, half of his body was buried in the ground. The only person who couldn't worry about it was you..."

Wei Shu sighed and said, "Next time he says that, just tell him I can't give birth and let him stop thinking about it!"

A Kun shook his head quickly: "Master, if I make Uncle Wei so angry, why don't you kill me? No! I won't do it!" Wei Shu glared at him: "Then you have always offended me, so you are not afraid of death?!"

A'kun smiled playfully: "Master, I am doing all this for your sake. Even if I die, it will be regarded as a sacrifice of my life. If I die, just die!"

Wei Shu opened the curtain and jumped down, then whipped the horse on the buttocks. The horse ran forward with its hooves and knocked out all of A Kun's overnight meal.

In front of me is a pool of spring water with rippling blue waves and green willow trees. The white clouds floating in the sky cast shadows in the center of the lake, but they rise and fall with the spring tide.

Wei Shu was dressed in black clothes, which was incompatible with the spring color, just like a cold and proud green plum on the top of the snow mountain. As cold as the ice and snow, his bones were suffering.

It makes people afraid to approach and unable to get close.There were obviously people coming and going on the shore, but he was so lonely as if he was the only one left in the world.

Several cold arrows were shot at him, and Wei Shu's lips curved into a sneer, as if he had been prepared for it, and he quickly drew out his soft sword to block.

The people admiring the scenery by the lake were frightened by the sudden fight and fled in panic, screaming endlessly.

The oriole on the branch was frightened by the killing opportunity, and a group of men in black rushed up from the scattered crowd with fierce and ruthless moves, aiming for Wei Shu's life.

After all the men in black gathered around, Wei Shu blew a loud whistle, and a group of Qilin Guards rushed out from all around and joined the battle.

The Qilin Guards were all well-trained, brave and good at fighting. They were obviously more professional than this group of assassins, and they quickly drove the man in black to death.

Seeing that the situation was over, the men in black took poison and committed suicide.

One of the Qilin Guards came to report: "Sir, there are no survivors, all 25 of them have been killed."

Wei Shu ordered lightly: "Carry all the people back and check the bodies for any clues."

Qilin Guard asked curiously: "Who is so bold as to attack you at the emperor's feet? Do you have any clues?"

Wei Shu shrugged: "Maybe I am too hated?"

After speaking, Wei Shu shook off the blood on his sword and put the soft sword back on his waist.

(End of this chapter)