People Are in Fantasy, and at the Beginning, the Home Was Stolen

Wen Ziyu hurriedly broke into an attic. "Are you injured?" As if smelling blood, Wen Shisan tried his best to open his eyes wide and said uncertainly. Looking at the empty eyes of the person in front of him, Wen Ziyu's heart tightened, but he still did not forget the purpose of coming here. "Lao Liu provoked some people outside. Those people have already fought over. The prince and father have died in the battle. Third brother asked me to come and take you out and save some fire for the future!" "In this chaotic situation, I, a blind man, can't survive outside, so I might as well die for my country and still have a good reputation after my death!" "Who knows? Others died here in the battle, and the world will still say that my court is iron-clad and the royal family is not afraid of death, but what about you? You have been hidden in this palace for twelve years!" "Take your master quickly through the secret passage!" "Where's Brother Six?" Wen Ziyu looked at Thirteen's back and walked out without looking back. He still had things to do. "That kid is living well outside, nnd, if I don't die today, I will hang him up and beat him someday. Well, add some salt!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.