Since four years ago, that earth-shattering conspiracy began.

Ning Zhixiao knew that he had embarked on a road of no return, and he would either succeed completely, so that he would rot this dirty scheme in his stomach, or he would be crushed.

He thought there were only two ways to go.

In fact, God played an absurd joke on Ning Zhixiao, so that he passively embarked on the third path.

He once thought he had succeeded, but now he is not dead, and after that, every day and every night has become a torment.

Like ants on a hot pan.

Obviously, I really want to crush the immortal nephew again, but I don't have enough energy to spare.

Now, it's all over.

From the beginning of the game in the Northern Dynasty, Ning Zhixiao really understood who represented the backbone of the Ning family.

"Actually, when Hetu was young, I didn't hate him, on the contrary, I admired this fair-eyed and quirky little guy."

The moonlight ends.

Ning Zhixiao picked up his wife and walked out of the house.

glanced at the bright moon, and a helpless and complicated smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

seems to be recalling some old past, making the corners of the mouth more and more obvious.

Li Qingwan approached Ning Zhixiao's shoulder and remained silent.

"This child's life is hard, he left early, and his father is becoming depressed because of the death of his wife, so no one feels sorry for him anymore."

Ning Zhixiao clenched Li Qingwan tightly, and for the first time in decades, he confessed a fact.

"Do you know the fifth child's leg, who broke it?"

Ning Zhifei.

The fifth brother who has been eating and waiting for death in the royal family, and is surviving.

When he was young, he was unruly, spent money like dirt, and had all the viciousness of the children of a big family, and he was an outlier among several brothers, and he was also cynical after starting a family.

But suddenly there was a day.

Ning Zhifei's leg was broken.

To this day, no one knows why Ning Zhifei broke his leg.

If it weren't for Ning Zhixiao's active confession, Li Qingwan would never have known that Ning Zhifei's leg was broken by Ning Zhixiao himself.

Out of fear of this brother, Ning Zhifei not only kept his mouth shut, but also didn't even dare to complain to Ning Jian.

"Why?"

Li Qingwan blinked her slender eyelashes and said with a puzzled head.

Ning Zhixiao smiled, "Because of this waste, he actually scolded Hetu for being a wild species that no one raises." ”

There seemed to be an indescribable excitement and joy.

As a result, Ning Zhixiao's body was shaking slowly.

Indeed, it's very satisfying.

"But I'm not reconciled."

Ning Zhixiao's facial features suddenly became gradually hideous, not gloomy and terrifying, but definitely murderous.

This middle-aged man who holds a lot of power in the Ning royal family.

I really want to kill my own nephew.

It was like breaking Ning Zhifei's leg in a fit of rage, simply and decisively, without hesitation.

"I hate him for being amazing, I hate him for being young and sharp, I hate him for stealing all the light that should belong to Xuan'er, I hate ......"

Ning Zhixiao inhaled deeply, and the depths of his pupils glowed with an astonishing blood light.

If the royal family does not come out with a map of the Ning River.

His son, who is called Xuanyuan, should have become the first wizard of the royal family, and he should accept Ning Jian's entrustment of the royal power from generation to generation, and he should be in charge of the seventy-two cities under the command of the Ning family.

A father with a heart of charity.

All this comes from just two words, father's love!

He wanted to take power for his son.

Since this is the case, it is incumbent on him to smash Ning Xuanyuan's biggest obstacle without hesitation.

"Regulus is dead."

Li Qingwan, who had always maintained a calm look, covered her mouth and wanted to cry.

When Ning Zhixiao heard these three words, his body trembled slightly, and he almost missed one step and fell on the spot.

After rearranging his clothes, Ning Zhixiao stood in front of Li Qingwan in a dignified manner, and asked with a smile, "My appearance, going to see my father, isn't it down?" ”

Li Qingwan clenched her teeth and looked unbearable.

"It's all over."

Ning Zhixiao let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand to straighten Li Qingwan's messy hair, and said distressedly, "It's a pity that it has affected you." ”

The afterglow jumped.

Look at the mansion where you have lived for decades.

A row of henchmen who had previously seemed to be drinking and chatting, but were actually thinking differently, were lying on the table, lying on the ground, or reclining on chairs.

Without exception, all of them were cut off.

Therefore, there is a glass of wine to release the military power.

Today, there is a glass of wine to cut the henchmen, and no one is left.

"Are you willing?"

Li Qingwan asked reluctantly.

Ning Zhixiao shook his head, "I am convinced, Hetu is the backbone of the Ning family!" ”

One step back.

Running his hands over the robe, he raised his head high and looked at the small courtyard where Ning Jian lived.

Li Qingwan turned around at the same time and turned her back to Ning Zhixiao.

One person, two husbands and wives.

Run counter to.

They each walked three or five steps, looking back at each other with a clear heart, and there was a long silence and staring at each other.

"Qingwan, I'm sorry for you in this life, if there is still fate in the next life, I will marry you again." Ning Zhixiao said with a smile.

Li Qingwan covered her mouth and sobbed softly.

This glance can be regarded as a farewell.

A cold wind blows.

The once immortal hero finally lost his strong self-confidence and couldn't help but burst into tears.

He wasn't afraid of death.

I just feel ashamed of my wife and children.

Especially the wife who shouldn't have been implicated recently.

"Hetu shouldn't move your ......," Ning Zhixiao stopped when he wanted to speak.

Li Qingwan didn't make any reply, and her delicate figure with her back to Ning Zhixiao finally drifted away.

You are dead, and how can I live in the world?

Ning Zhixiao shook his head and walked straight to the small courtyard where Ning Jian was.

"Father."

Father and son meet.

One kneels, one sits.

"I'm not here to complain to my father or to beg for me to be spared, but to say goodbye." Ning Zhixiao looked towards Ning and knocked nine big heads heavily.

"My son is not filial, and he almost lost the backbone of the Ning family, but fortunately, Hetu held it up."

Ning Jian closed his eyes, hummed softly, and then said, "Admit defeat?" ”

"My henchmen have been killed."

Ning Zhixiao knelt on the ground and kowtowed again, and then just prostrate on the ground, always unwilling to raise his head and meet his father's eyes.

Ning Jian hummed softly, and he didn't know whether he was replying to Ning Zhixiao or sighing.

"You lost to Hetu, don't complain."

One sentence, seven words, very few.

A convincing smile appeared on the corner of Ning Zhixiao's mouth, and he kowtowed nine heads again, slowly exiting Ning Jian's house.

Rather see no more send-offs.

Walk out of the royal family and walk into Chang'an Street.

The moon overhead.

With a sword in hand.

Ning Zhixiao, who had been so frank and unrestrained all his life that he had only done one bad thing, walked out of the Forbidden City with a long robe like snow.

Not far away, Ning Zhichuan glanced at it with a sad expression, said softly, and walked all the way.

Family feuds and family hatreds can be regarded as a write-off here.

And Li Qingwan, who stayed in the small courtyard, seemed to have a heart.

resolutely picked up a glass of poisoned wine in front of the table and drank it up.

The dust has settled!

(End of chapter)