After everything was arranged by the elders, I was arranged by the old man to live in a large palace in the Li family, named Qianyang Palace.

This Qianyang Palace is almost the same as Li Qinghao's Qianzheng Palace. The terrain is not only superior, but also shows the style of the imperial court everywhere. There are hundreds of servants of the Li family in it, who are sitting on the back of my horse, just like being in the ancient royal family.

However, I don't like this kind of feudalism very much, so I simply ordered the servants to do their own work, and they don't need to look for me if there is no big problem.

The next day, because the three eldest sons were killed, a memorial service was held in the Li family ancestral hall, and no outsiders were allowed to attend, all of them were loyal relatives of the Li family.

When Ning Xing and I came to the scene, there were bursts of crying everywhere, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

The corpses of the three princes were covered in crystal coffins, among which Li Ji died in the most miserable condition. The crushed face could not be repaired no matter what, and was bloody and bloody.

"Ji'er!!" Li Qinghao lay beside the coffin, weeping uncontrollably, and the four old men who followed him couldn't pull him up.

Sighing softly, Ning Xing and I walked inside, took the three sticks of incense from others, and bowed deeply to the photos and corpses of the three princes.

Putting on the incense, I felt a lot of feelings in my heart. After all, I am always the elder brother. No matter how much we fight, we are all one family. The deaths of Li Ji and the other three princes are indirectly related to me. I don’t feel guilty, that’s fake of.

My original intention was that I never thought of Li Ji's death, but it's a pity that the blue dragon suddenly appeared, everything happened so suddenly that people were caught off guard.

I raised my head and stared at the black and white photos of Li Ji, and heard Li Qinghao's wailing in my ears, and I felt inexplicably sad.

For Li Ji, Li Qinghao exhausted everything and resorted to all means, but in the end he ended up in such a miserable end.

A father who loves his son deeply, sending a white-haired man to a black-haired man, everything he does is meaningless.

Parents in the world, in fact, why is my father not like this?

With all kinds of emotions gathered in my heart, I slowly turned my face, glanced at Li Qinghao, and said, "My condolences."

"Li Shaobai, how dare you come here! All of this is caused by you father and son, and I and you are at the mercy of each other!" Li Qinghao suddenly raised his eyes, bloodshot and fierce.

Instead of being angry, I felt more and more desolate. I cupped my fists and bowed, persuading me: "The man is dead. If you want to blame me, I have nothing to say. After all, the deaths of the three princes are related to me, but the real The culprit is not me, but Qinglong."

"What's the use of what you say? Can you kill Qinglong? Don't add trouble here, you are the culprit. I will never forget Jier's revenge." Li Qinghao no longer lay on the coffin, but stood up straight The body is even more fierce.

At this moment, none of Li Jiazhong's relatives dared to interrupt without authorization.

The old man sighed deeply, and said, "Qinghao, don't be blinded by hatred, the real enemy is Qinglong."

"Old man, are you even on their side? It's too partial, no matter what, isn't everything I've done for the Li family worth remembering in your heart? Could it be that Ji'er just died in vain?" Drop it?" Li Qinghao waved his sleeves angrily, his eyes flushed.

The old man looked bitter, and explained: "No, Jier will not die in vain. We will definitely avenge this revenge, but not now."

"Revenge? What are you going to report? What kind of person is Qinglong? Wuming, a cowardly person, dare not show up. I don't think he will appear in three years. Moreover, from the beginning to the end, Qinglong is here for Li Shaobai. If Li Shaobai doesn't If you are the prince, it won't happen! I have persuaded you a long time ago, old man, why don't you listen to me?" Li Qinghao was extremely angry and resentful, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and his expression was full of deep sorrow.

The old man is dumb...

My mother stood up, took the initiative to walk to Li Qinghao, grabbed his right hand, and persuaded him like a big sister next door: "Qinghao, I grew up with you, I don't want you to only have hatred, even if It's Jier's spirit in the sky, and I don't want to see you like this."

In the end, Li Qinghao broke away from my mother's hand, shook his head and said, "No! What Jier wants me to do the most is revenge! No matter what, I just want revenge!"

My mother gritted her teeth, "Qinghao, can you calm down?"

"Calm down? How can I be calm? My son is dead, tell me, how can I be calm!!!" Li Qinghao roared, echoing throughout the ancestral hall.

When the mother heard it, she winked at the old man from afar.

The old man nodded secretly, and immediately pulled me and Ning Xing out.

When he came outside, the old man stood on crutches, looked at the sky covered with dark clouds, and sighed: "Shaobai, you better not go in, now Qinghao is in pain... It is impossible for anyone to be calm of."

"I know, this enemy is still Qinglong after all." I clenched my fist.

A look of sadness rose in the old man's eyes, and he said: "I also watched Ji'er grow up... I don't want Qinghao to be left with only hatred, how to reconcile the relationship in the middle depends on your wisdom, Qinghao Although he is omnipotent, everything he does is for Li Ji, in fact, Qing Hao's heart may not be bad."

"Understood, the old man doesn't want any more chaos inside the Li family." I nodded heavily.

"You just wait outside. When you are buried, you come again. Don't be afraid, don't have conflicts with Qinghao now, because I'm afraid he will become angry and make unusual moves, and then leave the Li family. We... are all one family." The old man sighed, turned around and walked back. After the old man left, I took Ning Xing to the outside of the ancestral hall and sat under a tree.

"I think it's hard for Li Qinghao to accept the fact that Li Ji is dead. With his current status in the Li family, even if he is not the head of the house, he is not far from the head of the house. He can compete with you, unless the old man comes forward. Stop it." Ning Xing said.

"After this time, Li Qinghao's hatred for me will probably become deeper and deeper. I may not be able to do what the old man tells me. After all, it is revenge for killing my son." I lit a cigarette and smoked it one mouthful at a time.

Ning Xing knew that I was in a complicated mood, so she didn't take the cigarette away, but frowned and said, "In this way, you will not only have to face Fang Dao, but also Li Qinghao's hysterical madness. With such an extreme personality, he will never let it go."

"No, I decided to give it a try. As the old man said, no matter how much we fight, we are actually a family. More importantly, if it goes on for a long time, it will only make the Li family decline." I slowly stood up , looking at the front gate of the ancestral hall.

The door was open, and the eyes went straight into the interior. Li Qinghao cried bitterly on the coffin, as if he noticed my gaze, he turned his head involuntarily, and stared back fiercely from a long distance, with an unprecedented killing intent!

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