Chapter 6 — Thien Ha Vo Nam

He asked me: How did Vien Mao handle it? During those years in the desert, he knew that Vien Mao and I argued endlessly, and had become friends for years. I had a hard time deciding, so I left it to him to decide. At that time, Crown Prince Nhuong and my grandfather both had difficulty maintaining their relationships; It is unavoidable for a petty clerk like Vien Mao to be caught up in false testimony. Even if it's not him, there must be someone else. Ly Hanh Ha nodded and only said: "There is one person, you have to deal with yourself." Prison: iron bars prevent splendor and decay. Outside is me, inside is my father.34The last time I saw Vien Mao, it was at the execution ground. Ly Hanh Ha said that he originally intended to forgive him and send him away to live the rest of this life. Song Vien Mao asked himself to die, hoping that I would take care of his parents. Hearing the news, I went to prison to meet him. I asked: "In the past, my father did not find your relatives. He only threatened your life. You agreed to work for him. You must be very greedy for life. Why do you want to be a dignified person today?" Vien Mao emptied his cup and laughed: "Didn't you say that that year, you still haven't found my parents?" I have found them, but I don't use the lives of my grandparents as a threat. "Vien Mao, you... look down on me too much." "It's not about looking down on you," he mocked himself, "it's about looking down on yourself." Living in poverty is despised, making his old parents suffer. If he dies, I will treat his parents well. Last time he was trying to find a way to make a living; This time he entered the demon gate because of his parents. On the execution ground, I covered the curtain, let Thuy Doanh support me under the stage, and sent him off for a while. The executioner drank wine loudly and sprayed it onto the blade. Vien Mao raised his voice to sing: The wind and clouds return to the end, the black and white of the dead end in nothingness. Of course, if you're weak at work, you'll be a ghost, or you'll be able to sell your writing skills. Mo Van Thi Phi Tuyen under the tower, Humanity is always in existence and nothingness. 35 My father has been unusually enthusiastic lately. Whether he was in Chieu prison or imprisoned in a small courtyard, he still had a vibrant vitality, as if if I spared just one life, he could live any way he wanted. I don't understand. How can a person who sacrifices his life and life for the sake of power lose his dignity? How can he still be happy? I am alive and determined to bring you to the place where you will suffer. In the deserted yard, spider webs were tangled, birds were invisible, and my grandfather and I were speechless. This is the prison where my father is imprisoned. "Father, do you know where this is?" He was still gentle and smiled: "I don't know. Where the Queen wants me to be, I'm there." "Father, this is the Jiang residence, in the past you worked as a hospital guard, staying here for more than three years." I pointed to the half-dried tree nearby: "It's a celery tree that you planted yourself when you secretly paid tribute to my mother. Don't remember?" His face looked unnatural. I clasped my hands and leisurely walked around: "That's right, after the Jiang mansion was exiled, resentment lingered in the night and night. After so many years of being in ruins like this, it's common for people to forget." "Father, that year, with one sword and one person, you single-handedly killed the entire Jiang mansion, not even the young servants hiding under the well were spared. You must be very familiar with this place. My daughter will take you for a walk, help you remember a little?" His face was pale and his body was exhausted. My mood improved, I gently rolled up my sleeve and was about to leave, when I suddenly stepped on half a dry tree and staggered. He quickly helped, his eyes glued to my exposed belly, frantically: "Night, keep the baby!" What is that look, joy? Hope? So that's it. In Ly Hanh Ha's harem, there was only me, sitting in the back seat; When this child witnessed his coronation, he was naturally incomparably noble, almost by default: if he were male, he would be the crown prince. His father was greedy for power and loved to show off. He used to be a general and a servant, but he was never the grandfather of the next emperor. Father, you value this child so much. Unfortunately, I had to let you down. 36 Tieu Dark Guard reported the whereabouts of Luc Minh Vong, so I quickly ordered him to lead the way to chase. The place where they were caught, ironically, was the edge of a foreign forest

into the place where in his previous life he stabbed me to death. He was forced by my subordinates to kneel on a dry leaf, his gloomy eyes looked at me: "I did not participate in the case of King Xuong usurping the throne, what is my crime?" I sat on a bamboo chair, looked down from above, sneered: "I have married someone else and you still want to marry me, raping a woman, the sin of life is hard to forgive, the sin of death cannot be avoided!" He struggled a little, was pressed harder, gritted his teeth: "I just... loved you, why must I completely destroy him?" Great?" "Stalking about the emperor's woman, your life is over!" He shouted hoarsely, mixed with anger: "You still spared me when you came to Vien Mao?!" I thought for a moment, then nodded: Seeing that he had just glimmered a little hope, I immediately responded: "The matter of Vien Mao, only I and the saint know. Leaking royal secrets, I can't keep you!" Luc Minh Vong was really angry, almost crazy: "You! ”He didn't have time to finish speaking, because I stabbed him through the left chest; His mouth spurted blood. Afraid that his heart might change, I pulled out my sword and stabbed him in my right chest.