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393 明 Late Ming Dynasty Trilogy SufferHistorical697k WordsCompleted 721Reads8.1Score101Shelves

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Only Zhu Yujian and Liu Wenxiu were left in the Zen room. Zhu Yujian picked up the tea bowl and took another sip. He drank slowly, as if he was sipping tea or thinking about other things. "Liu Wenxiu." He suddenly spoke. "Here." "Where are you from?" Liu Wenxiu hesitated: "From Yan'an Prefecture, Yansui." Zhu Yujian's hand paused. He put down the tea bowl and looked at Liu Wenxiu. "Yan'an Prefecture in northern Shaanxi is the place with the most thieves." Liu Wenxiu lowered his head and did not dare to speak. "Who else is there in your family?" Liu Wenxiu fell silent. He thought of his mother, the well, and the shoes on the edge of the well. He thought of his father, the man he had not seen again for many years. Thinking of the warnings of Uncle Tu Sanshu and Master Huiming, never reveal to outsiders that you are the son of the bandit Chuang Taotian. "No more." He said in a very soft voice, "My parents are both dead." Zhu Yujian looked at him with pity and vigilance in his eyes. "Do you hate bandits?" He asked suddenly. Liu Wenxiu raised her head and was stunned. "You escaped from northern Shaanxi. Your mother is gone and your father is dead. Do you hate those rebel bandits?" Liu Wenxiu opened his mouth but was speechless. Does he hate it? He doesn't know. He thought of the big dusty tent and his mother's trembling shoulders. But he also knew that his biological father, Liu Guoneng, was now the leader of the rebel bandits and was currently fighting with the government troops in Bianluo and Nanyang. He didn't know whether to hate it or not. Zhu Yujian looked at him and sighed. Stand up, walk to the window, and open the window. There is a bamboo forest outside. The wind blows and the bamboo leaves rustle. "Fengyang is broken." He said suddenly, his voice was very soft, as if he was telling himself, "The imperial mausoleum was dug up. The graves of Emperor Taizu's parents were dug up by bandits." Liu Wenxiu stood there, not knowing what to say. "It was Zhang Xianzhong and Zhang Yichuan who dug the emperor's tomb." Zhu Yujian turned around and looked at him, "The abbot told me that you were released from Zhang Xianzhong's west camp. Let me know what the daily situation in his camp is like." Liu Wenxiu's hand shook. He knows, of course he does. That man with a yellow face, red eyes, and the smell of blood—Zhang Xianzhong, the Eighth King of Xiying. His mother became like that in that man's camp. "Have you met him?" Liu Wenxiu bit her lip and nodded.

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