He fell to his knees on one knee, his eyes showing respect and respect.

"Subordinate Xu Tian, I have seen the young master."

Jiang Zebei's originally calm peach blossom eyes slowly became stunned.

Xu Tian's voice continued to sound, "My subordinate is the fourth-generation guardian of the Jiang family in Yashan Academy, and I have kept my mission in mind for so many years, cultivating countless students, teaching them the literature of the world, and cultivating countless ......materials for the Xiliang Kingdom."

He said a lot, a lot.

Jiang Zebei seemed calm, but his eyes were very dark but rather low.

His dark eyes swirled, the prelude to the storm.

A cold voice sounded, with a bit of trill, "What did you say?" ”

Xu Tian's words gradually stopped, and he looked up at the young man sitting at the table.

He said seriously and firmly: "The young master also has a younger brother, there is a difference of three years with you, on the day of the wife's birth, it was the time when the Jiang family was wiped out, and the child was lost in a panic as soon as he was born, for so many years, all the forces of the Jiang family have been looking for it, but there ......is no news at all."

"Bang!" Jiang Zebei stood up abruptly and slapped his big hand on the table.

Extermination, extermination.

He thought back to the sentence he had seen in the library before.

Nearly 100 members of the Wu'an Hou family were slaughtered in the Hou Mansion.

Nearly 100 people......

And what kind of younger brother, obviously his father and mother only have one child.

Xu Tian saw that he was quite excited, and said: "The Jiang family's descendants have all been wiped out, only the young master and the little master are left, when the master and his wife left, he once explained that when the young master matured, he told you what happened, and the burden of the Jiang family must be borne by someone, either you or the little young master." ”

Jiang Zebei raised his eyes, his black eyes burning with something called reason, "Why should I believe your words!" Just based on what you said in this high-sounding way, I don't know if it's true or not, impose all these burdens on me?! ”

Xu Tian's eyes were slightly glazed, "Young Master, you are the descendant of the Jiang family, the concubine of Wu'an Hou, the expectation of the 800,000 soldiers of Xuanjiawei, and the leader of all forces of the Jiang family. ”

Maybe it was Jiang Zebei's angry words that made Xu Tian feel a little emotional, and he spoke a little stiffly, as if he was enduring something.

However, after he said this, Jiang Zebei's peach blossom eyes, which had always been restrained, were already filled with tears.

His hands trembled terribly, and the strength to stand up felt like it was gradually slipping, and he had to put his trembling hands on the table to support his body.

Suddenly, he laughed in a low voice, and the laughter was sad, which made people feel worried when they heard it.

His tears flowed down his handsome face.

One by one, tears finally fell on the desk, soaking the open art of war book on the desk.

Jiang Zebei smiled and smiled, suddenly felt his chest tightness and couldn't breathe, he raised his hand and touched his face.

It turned out to be tears.

Cool tears were wiped away by him.

He couldn't help but imagine if.

If he hadn't been wiped out ten years ago, would he still be with his father and mother, and the younger brother he just learned about living happily together.

When his father and mother died, they kept telling him that this would not work and that would not work, but in fact, they were worried.

Won't they die at peace, remember him?

When they left, did they remember their younger brother in their hearts, and regretted that they never found him?

Jiang Zebei's laughter stopped, and his tears couldn't stop staying.

The boy cried silently, and his body kept shaking.