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In the first year of Zhaoming in Daliang, it was a winter night in Jiangzhou.

The night wind blew, and there were rapid footsteps in the dark wilderness, accompanied by heavy breathing.

With a low cry, someone fell to the ground, and the person in front immediately helped him.

"How is it?" the male voice asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's okay, I tripped and fell." The female voice said, getting up in a hurry.

"How is the child?" the male voice asked, a little worried.

The fire flickered and a little light lit up, illuminating the faces of a man and a woman.

They were dressed in shabby clothes and seemed to be poor people, but their faces looked a bit rich under the faint firelight. At this time, both of them lowered their heads and looked into the woman's arms.

A small quilt was wrapped tightly. The woman reached out and opened it, revealing a sleeping baby like a ball of dough. Either because of the firelight or the cold wind, he shook his head involuntarily and rubbed his little fist against his ear.

The woman hurriedly covered her bag with the quilt.

"It's okay, the young master is fine," she said.

The man nodded and reached out to take the child.

"I'll hold you, let's go quickly." He whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed.

"No," he said, "I'm chasing you."

The woman's expression changed greatly and she got up hurriedly, and the fire was extinguished.

"The pursuit is so tight." The man whispered, "There must be someone calculating the route."

"What should we do? We can't escape." The woman's voice was choked with sobs.

"As long as you are not caught, you will continue to run away." The man said, with a bit of determination, carrying the child on his back, "I don't believe that the bloodline of the Cheng family has been cut off like this."

Two figures staggered forward in the night.

The sound of horse hooves behind him gradually approached, accompanied by the barking of dogs.

The torches were bright, illuminating a group of well-dressed men and horses with numerous weapons on the field.

The leader reined in his horse.

"Which way?" he shouted.

A scribe came forward from behind, holding a compass in his hand. He looked up at the sky, looked at the compass, and counted with his fingers.

"Over there," he said, pointing in the direction where the man and woman had fled just now.

The general took out something from his waist, and the bamboo tube and iron handle were visible under the torch.

"Your Majesty has decreed that as long as the Cheng family wants to die, one head is worth one military governor." He laughed and said, "Let's see how many military governors we can take down with the muskets in our hands tonight."

The others behind him shouted in unison and raised their muskets.

The horses galloped away with the clatter of hooves.

At this time, Daliang Capital, Sitian Star Observation Tower.

The lower door of this tall pavilion opened, and escorted by a team of tall guards, a man wrapped in a cloak stepped inside.

He did not go up the stairs, but walked straight to the wall. The guard next to him pushed the wall hard, and the entire wall rotated, revealing a downward staircase.

Walking down step by step, the basement is bright and a whole new world appears. At this time, the torches illuminate it like daylight.

A scarred middle-aged man was hanging from a chain on the wall.

The chains passed through his shoulders and legs, and the whole person was suspended in the air, looking particularly terrifying.

"Isn't it much more comfortable to live in a place you built with your own hands than in a prison?"

The footsteps stopped and a clear male voice said.

"Father."

This title sounded so terrifying at this moment. The middle-aged man slowly raised his head and smiled slightly on his pale and haggard face.

"Your Majesty is here." He said slowly and hoarsely.

The visitor stood still and raised his hood with one hand, taking off his cloak, revealing his tall figure. He was wearing a bright red brocade garment, which was a bit dazzling under the bright torch. He raised his head, his handsome face was cold and his eyes were sharp.

"Father," he said, "I ask again, by whose hands will the beam be destroyed?"

The middle-aged man smiled.

"Ah Si." He called suddenly.

The guard standing beside him frowned slightly and couldn't help but look over.

Cheng Xuan of Taichang Temple is indeed arrogant. He dares to call His Majesty by his nickname even at this time.

Yang Shan looked at him solemnly.

"Father, you have been calculating your whole life, but have you finally reached your end?" he said.

Cheng Xuan smiled.

"Your Majesty, how is my Azang?" He did not answer, but asked.

When the name Ah Fang was spoken, Yang Shan's face did not change at all.

"Ah Fang." He said the word slowly.

"very good."

“It’s beautiful.”

"Very smart."

"There is a beautiful person."

"It suits my wishes."

Cheng Xuan looked at him and always smiled.

"Father." Yang Shan looked at him and stood solemnly with his hands behind his hands, "I have posthumously named Ah Fang Queen Xiaozhao. She is my best queen. I thank my father for raising such an unparalleled queen for me."

Cheng Xuan laughed.

"Does Your Majesty think that our Cheng family has raised such a good queen for you?"

He said, shaking his body, and the chains made a noise.

The guards on the side immediately stood up.

"Your Majesty, be careful." they said, blocking Yang Shan with some caution.

Although Cheng Xuan was already crippled, he still felt a little scared when he thought of the Cheng family's prodigious skills.

Yang Shan raised his hand and waved away the guard and looked at Cheng Xuan.

"My family's Ah Fang is talented and intelligent."

"My Azang has a photographic memory."

"My family's Ah Fang spent all the family's energy raising him."

"My family's A Fang Ji has the talents of the whole family."

Cheng Xuan laughed and said, his pale face full of joy and pride.

"Is it possible that my family raised such a Fang just because I met you when I was four years old?"

Yang Shan looked at him.

"Father," he said, "whose hands will destroy Liang? Where is the secret of the Cheng family's deduction?"

Cheng Xuan seemed not to hear him.

"My Ah Fang is a good boy." He still said, with a sad look on his face when he said this, "My Ah Fang is a bitter boy."

When Yang Shan said the words "Bitter Child", a trace of sadness flashed in Yang Shan's eyes, and he immediately regained his clarity.

"However, the Cheng family has never been afraid of hardship." Cheng Xuan suddenly raised his voice and his eyes brightened, "My Ah Fang must be fearless, neither sad nor sad. My Ah Fang must live up to the name of the Cheng family."

Seeing Cheng Xuan getting more and more excited, Yang Shan turned his head and sighed softly.

"Your Majesty, there is nothing you can ask. He has gone crazy." The guard whispered.

As if to confirm what the guard said, Cheng Xuan stopped talking about his Ah Fang repeatedly and started singing.

"The sky is full of anger, and the mighty spirit is so angry that it kills everyone and abandons the wilderness..."

"If you can't go in or out, you can't go back. The plains suddenly become too long..."

"Wearing a long sword and holding a Qin bow, the head and body are separated and the heart is not punished..."

"Sincerity is both brave and martial, but ultimately strong and undefeatable..."
To be continued...