The night wind was suddenly very cold.

Maybe it’s not the wind that’s cool, but the scene in front of you.

Buddhist temple, sandalwood, idols.

Huang Liang, Bai Ling, death.

Ms. Lu's body was with her back to the door, her face facing the solemn Buddha statue. Her feet were slightly swaying in the air. The gold thread on her exquisite embroidered shoes under her skirt shimmered slightly under the light.

Huang Liang is just a dream after all, full of twists and turns of right and wrong.

The white silk wrapped around the neck of the Buddha and his death are both sad and absurd.

A gust of wind passed by, and the candlelight in the Buddhist hall danced gently.

"mother!"

Zhu Yunwen stood at the door, with one foot in the door and one foot outside. He stretched out his hand and looked in the direction of his mother, calling slightly.

In an instant, tears burst from his eyes. Then, he staggered a few steps forward, and his outstretched hand wanted to touch the gently swaying body, but it suddenly froze in mid-air.

With a plop, his knees fell to the ground, his hands trembled in the void in front of him, and a heart-breaking voice roared from his chest.

"mother!"

Heart-wrenching cries began to float in the Buddhist hall, and even Zhu Yunxi felt inexplicably sad. He had no sympathy for Ms. Lu at all. It was her own choice and her own path.

But as a modern soul, he must respect Zhu Yunwen's sadness at losing his loved one. He also didn't feel the joy that comes from the death of an enemy. The feeling at this time was hard to describe, it was very complicated.

Emotions are not complicated, what is complicated is human nature.

"Mother!" Zhu Yunwen was already sobbing and knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

The complicated emotions in his heart passed quickly, and Zhu Yunxi showed the biggest difference between him and Zhu Yunwen. He took two quick steps, grabbed a chair, stepped on it, and hugged Lu's legs.

As Zhu Yunwen cried, Zhu Yunxi shouted, "Don't cry yet, come and help!"

"Mom!" Zhu Yunwen was stunned, as if his mood was sluggish.

"If you are really filial, don't let her hang here, lift her down!" Zhu Yunxi yelled.

Zhu Yunwen woke up as if from a dream, without wiping away his tears, he and Zhu Yunxi worked together to lift Ms. Lu down and gently placed her on the carpeted floor.

Old people often say that people who hang themselves are ferocious.

But now, except for the shocking marks on her neck, Lu's face is quite peaceful.

Zhu Yunwen held her hand and cried again.

Zhu Yunxi first felt Lu's breath, and then stretched out his hand to touch the arteries in his neck. There was no sign of life at all, and his touch was so cold that it made people palpitate.

In fact, this was also his first contact with death. Unlike the time when he stayed at Zhu Biao's funeral, this death was more intuitive, more terrifying, and more vivid.

The debt is wiped out after death. No matter what she did, she is gone and the living people do not need to be harsh on her. As the old man often said, living people should not make things difficult for the dead. The dead don't know anything. Making things difficult for the dead is just to make things difficult for yourself.

"Mom!" Zhu Yunwen grabbed Lu's hand and kept touching her face.

Zhu Yunxi sighed inwardly, stood up and walked slowly outside.

Now, Zhu Yunwen should be allowed to cry for a while. It is humane to allow others to cry.

After walking behind the door, Zhu Yunwen's crying suddenly became louder. There seemed to be laughter in the crying, and the laughter was so sad, and there was even an angry roar in the laughter.

"Mom, are you just leaving like this?" Zhu Yunwen cried loudly and growled, "Old Huang Dog, I will not let you go, I will tear you into pieces."

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The cries got louder and the roars got louder, "Grandfather, you are so cruel! You are so cruel! What did my mother do to make you be so cruel? She has been married into the Zhu family for twenty years, you Kill as soon as you say, you are so cruel!"

"Grandfather, grandfather!" Zhu Yunwen roared in a low voice, "Why are you so cruel! My grandson hates you so much, and my grandson hates you!"

Suddenly, Zhu Yunxi stopped.

Grief is something that can be allowed and respected, but not distinguishing between right and wrong can lead people to go astray.

Under the light, Zhu Yunxi suddenly turned around and strode to Zhu Yunzhen's side. He grabbed the opponent's collar like a chicken, dragged him directly outside the door, and threw him in the flower garden.

"you......."

As soon as Zhu Yunwen made a sound, Zhu Yunxi grabbed his shoulders tightly, shook him and asked, "Who do you hate?"

Zhu Yunwen said nothing, but his heavy breathing and hatred flashed in his eyes.

"I know you hate me! You can hate me, because because of my existence, you no longer matter!"

"You can hate me, because my appearance has made you disappear from Grandpa Huang's sight."

"You can hate me, because as long as I'm here, you can only dream about that chair!"

Zhu Yunxi sneered and growled, "I'm not afraid that you hate me. Let me tell you, you are not worthy of me caring about you at all. Because you are just a child who has not grown up. I have 10,000 ways to make you fail. Even if you are Crown Prince, I also have a way to pull you down!"

Zhu Yunwen's face became ferocious.

"Do you know why I'm not afraid of your hatred?" Zhu Yunxi pointed at the other person's heart, "Because you have no talent, because you are a coward, because you have no responsibility. Growing up, you would only hide behind adults and let them cover you. Feng Yu, you never thought of standing up and doing anything for others."

"You can hate me, but you can't hate Grandpa Huang!"

"You have no right to hate him, let alone hate him. On the contrary, you have to be grateful to him!"

Zhu Yunxi let go of the other party's collar and pointed one hand towards the Buddhist hall.

"Do you know what your mother did?"

"She had three little figures with names engraved and covered with silver needles placed in my room!" Zhu Yunxi laughed, it was a sneer, "You are so good at reading, you should know about the witchcraft chaos in the Han Dynasty. Your mother wants to kill me in this way, and if I die, you will have no obstacles."

"Do you know who those three villains are?" Zhu Yunxi looked into each other's eyes and said word by word, "There is Grandpa Huang, there is you, and there is her. In order to make me a crazy, unfaithful and unfilial person, she The rebellious person has designed Grandpa Huang, herself, and you into it!"

"I don't care whether you and her live or die, but why did the emperor receive such a vicious curse?" Zhu Yunxi said loudly, "We are all the emperor's grandsons, but we are also his ministers. You have read Confucianism, Tell me, do you deserve to die if you do such a thing?"

"Impossible! I don't believe it!" Zhu Yunwen shouted loudly.

"Don't pretend to be innocent!" Zhu Yunxi punched the other person's shoulder, and the latter fell into the grass. "You can say you don't know, but you definitely know that your mother is plotting against someone! As a son of man, you can't do evil without your parents. To stop him is to be unfilial."

"Not only did you not stop her, but you hid behind her and hoped that she would succeed, right? Even in your heart, you think that your mother used other insidious means to design harm to others, which is not a big deal, right?"

"This is what I despise you the most. You have always dared not admit it. You don't even dare to scheme against others. What qualifications do you have to hate others? You can't even be insidious. If you let others be bad people, you do Good people."

"All your selfishness, coldness, and meanness are hidden under your so-called modesty, politeness, and diligence. You have no skill, no strategy, no scheming, and even no courage. You are just a hypocrite!"

Zhu Yunxi moved forward every time he spoke.

Every time Zhu Yunwen heard a sentence, he put his hands on the ground and slowly backed away.

The ferocious face slowly turned into fear, and Zhu Yunxi's words were like needles, each sentence piercing his heart. He couldn't figure out why the other party saw him so clearly, so transparently that he felt ashamed.

In the end, he simply didn't dare to listen anymore, covered his ears and roared loudly.

"No, no, you lied! I didn't!"

"I hate you too!" Zhu Yunxi pointed at the other party and gritted his teeth. "In my memory, since the death of my mother, it has always been you mother and son who have been around my father. You have taken away everything, and taken away what belongs to the Crown Princess. My identity has robbed me of my father’s attention and even the respect of those slaves.”

"When I was little, you were a cloud over my head. Your good mother, for you, molded me into a cowardly, stubborn waste. She suppressed me all the time, guarded against me, and never let me pass. A peaceful day."

"When it comes to hatred, I am more qualified." Zhu Yunxi patted his chest, "But, I have never secretly harmed you mother and son because of the hatred in my heart. I have never used vicious methods on you. Even , I have never mentioned the unpleasantness to anyone, including Grandpa Huang."

"Do you know why? Because I am a man, and men must be upright. Men can know the plots of ghosts and the sinister hearts of people. They can regard these as tricks, but they cannot be regarded as everything."

"I, Zhu Yunxi, am not a gentleman, but I am definitely not a villain. This is why I am different from you. I know what justice is and what responsibility is."

"Don't pretend. Since you hate me, why are you pretending?" Zhu Yunwen cried loudly.

"I'm not hypocritical. The moment I found out about your mother's evil plan, I wished you could die with her!" Zhu Yunxi said slowly, "But Grandpa Huang saved you."

Regarding Zhu Yunxi's psychological activities, readers of this chapter will have some criticisms, but please hold back your squirting hands and listen to what I have to say.

When I write books, I prefer to make readers have emotional fluctuations, so that they can have a sense of involvement.

Most of our readers are young people. Let’s think about it and ask ourselves that we hate our enemies very much.

But if one day, your enemy really dies in front of you in a very miserable way, will you really laugh and say it was a good death? Of course, if you want to make excuses and talk about the hatred of taking away your wife, then that's a different matter.

In the face of death, people will release the goodness in their hearts.

This kind of kindness is not weakness, but a great kindness, a kind of brilliance, and a kind of virtue.

The protagonist is a young man, a soul in his early twenties, who also needs to grow and hone.

These can not only be solved through learning. The growth of a man is mainly about the mind and emotions.