Eighteen years ago, the general's rebellion case caused a bloody storm in the Southern Dynasty imperial capital.

Except for the fifty-one people who were executed by General Weilie's mansion, they went up to the inner courtyard of the deep palace to the backyard of the civilians, and I don't know how many people lost their lives.

Dali Temple, the Ministry of Justice, and the Censorate requested a joint investigation, but were rejected by the queen at that time.

Finally, when the cause and effect of the case and the detailed process were unclear, the queen at that time lost the result of a powerful general's rebellion, executed all the people involved, and destroyed all the evidence.

Someone wants to check it out later but can't start.

After more than ten years, General Weilai's rebellion has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the others have been completely covered in dust and no one remembers them.

Zhou Mohuai looked through several pages in a row, all of whom were narrating the murder of General Weilie of Emperor Yuanwu, and even the unknown things like poisoning were written on it.

But even so, Zhou Mohuai didn't believe that things were such coincidences. He wanted to call Lin Miao over. Some things had to be asked clearly, but they could not ask too straightforwardly.

"Is something happening eighteen years ago?" Zhou Mohuai asked inadvertently as he took advantage of Lin Miao's efforts to change the water.

"Eighteen years ago..." When Lin Miao heard the number of eighteen, he immediately became alert. There are many things related to this recently, and they are all very important. "Eighteen years ago, the slaves entered the palace, the queen mother was about to ascend the throne, and the death of the late emperor."

Zhou Mohuai's eyebrows jumped suddenly. This happened eighteen years ago!

"Do you know why the late emperor died?" Zhou Mohuai was eager to hear Lin Miao's answer. He realized that he was a little excited. He coughed lightly and explained, "I just felt strange. The late emperor was in his prime eighteen years ago..."

"I secretly told the general, please don't ask me again." Lin Miao suddenly came over, looked around carefully before speaking carefully, "I heard that a general was assassinating the late emperor eighteen years ago."

Seeing Lin Miao's face tense and his face was extremely serious, Zhou Mohuai knew that what Lin Miao said was true.

What is recorded in the book is true.

In other words, the books he read now are actually the secret history of the palace that should not be seen, and the part he took just records of the death of the late emperor. If his inference is correct, the powerful general Zhou He mentioned in the book should be his father Zhou He.

This is not the first time he has seen the title of General Weilie. He also saw it in "United Front Arts of War" three years ago. No wonder he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy when he read the part of General Weilie.

There is a high probability that his father is General Wei Lie who assassinated the previous emperor.

At the same time, there is something that is certain that someone deliberately brought this thing to him and deliberately let him see it.

Could this person be Lin Miao?

Zhou Mohuai narrowed his eyes. After all, all the books he read were taken through Lin Miao's hands, which means that what books he could read was entirely up to Lin Miao.

But if Lin Miao wanted him to know about this, there would be no need to worry about it. Besides, Lin Miao had just entered the palace eighteen years ago, why did he do this?

There is no reason.

If you can't make up for your thoughts, Zhou Mohuai is not making random guesses. Suspicion will disrupt a person's normal judgment.

He had a tense face and wanted to continue to find evidence in the book that General Weilai was not his father.

However, every time you turn a page, you can find evidence that General Weilie is his father, and even the three whites in the front of the emperor can be recorded.

If the first half of this book tells a fantasy story, then the second half is poking his backbone and scolding him - "You are the son of a sinner!"

Zhou Mohuai put down the "Night Walk" and slowly leaned on the desk with his chest covering his chest. He gasped for difficulty, and even felt something scraping through his back when he moved.

His head was blank, and only a voice kept chattering in his ears. The voice kept reminding him that he was the son of the sinner, his father, Wen Wenlan's father-killing enemy.

Zhou Mohuai's body twitched suddenly, and something seemed to explode in his body.

"General Zhou, are you okay?" Seeing that something was wrong with Zhou Mohuai, Lin Miao hurried over.

Lin Miao gently patted Zhou Mohuai's back to calm him down. When he lowered his head, he found that Zhou Mohuai's face was pale and frightened to death. He quickly sent someone to call Lin Qingguo.

"I'm fine." Zhou Mohuai took several breaths before sitting up. He felt his hands covering his chest wet. When he raised his hand, he found that there was blood staining on his palms.

"General Zhou, your wound is cracked." Lin Miao widened his eyes in fear. He knew that Zhou Mohuai's injuries were very serious, and it was not easy to heal if the wound was cracked.

"It's okay, don't disturb Your Majesty." Zhou Mohuai lowered his head and glanced at him. The collars on his chest were covered with blood. He took the handkerchief handed by Lin Miao and carefully wiped the blood on his hands clean.

But even if the blood is wiped away, his sins cannot be erased.

Lin Qingguo came soon. When he saw Zhou Mohuai's chest, his face changed. He took off his clothes and helped him deal with it without saying a word.

Zhou Mohuai looked at the palace servants coming and going in Yihua's palace and walked in a hurry. The severe pain kept reminding him that this was the sin he should bear and also the sin he could not redeem.

After changing the medicine, Lin Qingguo asked Zhou Mohuai to lie on the bed so that he would not move.

Zhou Mohuai's wound was already deep, and he could only barely stop bleeding by relying on the tail of the silver knife. Moreover, he had collapsed twice in just half a month. If there was a third time, it would be in danger.

And if this situation happens again, Lin Qingguo cannot guarantee whether Zhou Mohuai can last for three months.

The Yihua Palace soon became quiet again, and Zhou Mohuai also calmed down. He thought about whether Wen Wenlan knew about this.

He lay on the bed and recalled everything that had happened since he returned to Beijing in detail. The scenes of the past month appeared one after another in front of him.

A loud voice suddenly appeared in my ears - what should you do if your father-killer's enemy appears in front of you?

Zhou Mohuai's heart twitched, and Wen Wenlan knew about it.

The wound was getting more and more painful. Zhou Mohuai clenched the bedding covered with his body. He looked at the top of the bed hazyly and saw countless small knives shining with silver light piercing him. His body could not move and he didn't want to avoid it. He watched the small knives pierced into his body again and again, or flew past his body, taking away pieces of flesh and blood.

The unforgettable pain did not relieve his guilt.

Zhou Mohuai felt the blood in his body flowing out little by little, and the things in front of him became blurry. He suddenly saw a group of people pointing at his nose and scolding him.

One of the sentences, "You are not worthy of Wen Wenlan" is particularly clear.

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I reflect on...

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