"You look so bitter and full of hatred, do you want to drink to death?"
"Come with me to Qiaojiazhai. You don't have anywhere to live anyway. See what I do. I'm pitying you. This dignified man can only drink to relieve his sorrows."
"I originally wanted to save you, but I was saved by you instead... You are such a bad person."
"As long as you stay, I will find a way to save your sister and come back. Can't you just leave?"[
"You only think of me when you need help. Tell me what happened this time."
"Zhan Ting, please protect yourself, I will wait for you to come back alive and marry me."
Hearty laughter, like the brightest sunshine, always brings vitality and freedom to Qiaojiazhai every moment. Even though she is a woman, her free and easy and upright attitude, which many men cannot match, has also allowed him to retreat from the despair and anger. Zhan Ting still remembers Qiao. Every word Qingxu said, even if he was drunk, only her smile and voice would never be forgotten
How many years have passed... From the corner of his eye as he was killing his enemy, he saw the woman in the corner of the inn raising her wine bowl towards him and smiling.
I'm used to having her scolding me in my ears. I'm used to having her help me when I'm drunk when she calls him a fool. I'm used to having her wipe away the tears of shame when I'm in pain. I'm also used to the friendship that makes her come over immediately if he just says a word.
But why did someone as warm as her become cold and silent?
In the chaos of blood and rain, a hoarse roar broke through the sky. It shattered the courage of many people. Some people's hands holding the sword couldn't stop trembling. It was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears on their faces.
The weapons used by Zhan Ting were three daggers of different lengths. They were the rewards that Yi Chenjing carefully asked from Emperor Yao after his second expedition. Zhan Ting had always cherished them and almost never wanted to use them. At this time, he rarely drank blood. The three daggers were like wandering dragons and ghosts thirsty for killing. His rapid movements made it impossible to see clearly how he controlled the three weapons at the same time. All he knew was that every time he turned around, someone would be killed if he raised his hand.
The second head of the Qiaojiazhai family was once known as the terrifying man Jiu Yaksha.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The sound of crashing cut off the human conversation. Bai Qige couldn't hear clearly what Yi Chenjing was shouting to her. It took a lot of effort to get closer to hear clearly: "Stop Zhan Ting, don't let him kill people indiscriminately. He is the only one." cannot"
Bai Qige paused and suddenly thought of the stakes involved
Ye Huawan, Fu Chu and the six people who helped were all considered to be people in the world and had no connection with the imperial court. Even if they killed people, it would only be symbolic. Posting notices and issuing bounties would be nothing more than a few days; but Zhan Ting was different from him. Without a noble status, no one will grant a pardon to an ordinary prince's bodyguard. If he were to kill an imperial city guard according to the laws of Dayao, he would be able to escape. With his kung fu, people in the imperial capital could stop him, but he would not escape. Where else can Yi Chenjing escape to in Li'er and Zhanting after losing Qiao Qingxu?
They are the only relatives he has left.
"Stop, you can't do it again." He thrust his sword to block the dagger waved by Zhan Ting. Bai Qige stood between Zhan Ting and the limp guard. "Zhan Ting, please stop killing people. This is only temporary, okay? Sister Qiao's revenge will be avenged after she finds Yi Chenxuan." Not too late”
Before he finished his sentence, Zhan Ting's figure suddenly disappeared from his eyes, and then the guards screamed from behind.
Bai Qige took a deep breath. Her eyesight couldn't even follow Zhan Ting's movements.
Zhan Ting Youruo, who was carrying Qiao Qingxu's body, was a madman who killed the enemy without mercy when he saw the enemy. All along the way, he only left stumps, broken arms, and bloody flesh. Not even half of them were alive. They were so brutal and bloody that the six people were also scalps. The hair on his hair was numb and stood up. Yi Chenjing had said that Zhan Ting's kung fu was so good, but Bai Qige never expected that Zhan Ting was so crazy that he didn't want to stop, and she became more and more anxious.
While he was busy forcing back the surrounding enemies, he also wanted to let Young Master Zhan Ting kill as many people as possible. Bai Qige was overwhelmed when she was in a hurry. When a petite figure rushed to Zhan Ting's side, her soft palms tightly held Zhan Ting, who had fallen into madness, tightly.
"You can't kill anyone anymore, Brother Zhan, please stop doing this..." The clear voice seemed to have a hint of crying. Ye Hua saw Zhan Ting in the evening and was unmoved. She simply pressed her whole body against the cold body covered with rain and blood, and wrapped her arms tightly around Zhan Ting's waist. "I promised Aunt Qingxu to take care of you. I won't allow you to kill anyone again, and I won't allow you to make Aunt Qingxu worried again."[
The numb footsteps finally stopped. Three daggers were clamped between the fingers. The red and cold blades were dripping with blood. They were like someone's impatient nagging lingering in their ears.
Did he always make her worry about not having peace even in death? It turned out that it was him who she was thinking about until the end.
The dagger, which he cherished like a treasure, fell to the ground, and dirty muddy water splashed on the blade. Even though it was covered with sticky bloodshot and broken flesh, its edge could not be concealed. The palm that had previously held the dagger was cracked, and the whole arm was shaking violently. It's the shoulders and the whole body, and then the slumped kneeling head with the drooped head blocks the rain curtain, but it can't cover the liquid falling into the puddle and gradually causing splashes.
"And I, and I...I promised Aunt Qingxu..." In the pouring rain, the thin shoulders supported the heavy head, and the soft arms hugged the body that had long lost strength. The tears in the eyes were more majestic and more powerful than the cold rain in late autumn. Desolate Fu Chu stood quietly not far away, watching the junior sister who had suddenly grown up and become sensible, wiping away her tears and straightening her back with strength. The shadow of Qiao Qingxu could be seen vaguely in her appearance, so a lonely smile at the corner of her lips was hidden deeply.
Without Shura's terrifying god-killing war court and those guards who saved a life, the killers were all terrified, rolling around and running away. The common people who hid in the corners gradually gathered around and rushed in like a river of blood on the ground. When the ditch was dug, another group of people came running from the corner of the street.
"The Seventh Prince is indeed His Highness the Seventh Prince." The loud and rich voice was filled with surprise and was interrupted by the sound of horse hooves. The old general in red clothes and silver armor completely forgot about etiquette and rushed forward to hug Yi Chenjing, who was looking downcast. "I knew you didn't Please go inside to take shelter from the rain, wait for the sedan to arrive, and then return to the palace to meet His Majesty."
"There's no need to wait any longer, General. I'm going back to the palace now." Yi Chenjing left the half-broken long sword behind and was surprisingly calm. "General, please send someone trustworthy to accompany Su Jinyan to pick up my mother. These friends will go with us." To protect Qi Ge and me, we must rush back to the palace immediately to tell our father the truth. The grudges and grudges that should be settled cannot be delayed for another moment."
The face-to-face decisive battle between him and Yi Chenxuan has begun, and he will definitely be the winner. The distant country, thousands of miles of rivers, mountains, Zhongzhou, sun, moon, heaven and earth are all in the palm of his hand from today on.
And those who died for this can finally rest in peace
An autumn rain and a cold. The people of the distant imperial capital all remember the huge turmoil that broke out in the city during the last autumn rain of that year. The atmosphere was even colder than the autumn cold. The seventh prince held a long sword in his hand and opened a path of flesh and blood. He and the unattractive prince and concubine in white were fighting side by side. Horses gallop through the broad streets in the freezing rain
Everything seemed to be going on in an orderly manner. Su Jinyan took people to the ruined temple on the outskirts of the city to bring the concubine back to the palace. Six people from the world quietly left after delivering the concubine safely to the palace gate; Ye Huawan and Fu Chu untied Qiao Qingxu. The corpse was placed in the city of Yizhuang. Zhan Ting knelt in front of the coffin for half a day, then entrusted the sleeping Li'er to the two of them and returned to the palace alone. When they left, they were smiling, although the pain could still be seen, but they were more stoic. The three daggers were scratched. Return to your waist cleanly
He wants to live well for Qiao Qingxu's sake
When the clouds finally dissipate, the gorgeous sunset will be dazzling and colorful. However, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is not as eye-catching as the two people who stepped into the palace gate.
The prince-general, who is dressed in civilian clothes, still has a steady pace and deep eyes, which are vaguely more mature and vicissitudes of life; some of the women around him are known and some are not, and there seems to be huge power hidden in the seemingly frail body. She holds her head high and has a peerless grace. She is dressed in blood-stained white clothes. Adding to his awe-inspiring pride, he was rewarded with admiration and admiration. Very few people noticed the ugly scar on that face.
Flaws are not hidden, she is a phoenix, born in water, flying in blood, she will eventually show off her colorful wings
It was rumored that the seventh prince, who was ambushed by the remnants of the Jolo River and died for his country, had returned miraculously. The thunderous news spread quickly throughout the palace, causing an uproar. Some people thanked God excitedly, while others were shocked. For a while, the quiet palace roads were crowded with men and women hoping to catch a glimpse of the seventh prince. Couple looking forward to it
When the news came to Yaohuang's palace, Eunuch Tao kowtowed to Yaohuang to ensure his safety. He wiped his tears and babbled about the son of a true dragon, who was blessed with great fortune and good fortune. The Yaohuang was stunned for a long time and then coughed and waved his hands. It was not obvious that it was a happy event. Nu only ordered him to change his clothes. With Eunuch Tao's support, he walked outside the palace and looked into the distance.
Here it is calm and there is a storm. The palace of Concubine Jin is in chaos. Concubine Jin is pacing back and forth with her face turned pale. Her plump and round lips are bitten with blood stains.
"Your Majesty will definitely investigate thoroughly the murder of the Seventh Prince. As of now, we, father and daughter, are inextricably involved. We have no other choice but to escape. Go and arrange the carriages and horses. We will leave the palace immediately before the Emperor's order comes out."
"Don't be stupid. You thought it was a coincidence that Ou Suiliang appeared there. The palace gate has been sealed now. No matter who it is, it's hard for anyone to fly." Prime Minister Zuo let out a long sigh and smiled bitterly as he walked to Concubine Jin and stretched out his palm to gently caress the carefully combed black hair. Hair: "If the emperor summons you and asks you, you will definitely kill me. You don't know everything. My father is here to carry me. I have been planning for so many years. Sooner or later, so many people will suffer retribution. Now I only hope that you can be safe and sound and save your life at least." Being implicated doesn’t mean it’s not in vain that Dad has raised you for so many years.”
She had thought of thousands of endings, but she never thought that her father would be the scapegoat. Concubine Jin shook her head and stepped back, biting her lips and crying.
There is no other way, this is the only way out, but it is her father who raised her, and the biological father who single-handedly sent her to the throne of concubine, does he really want to watch his father convict her and send her to death...[
Bewildered from choosing to agree or refuse
With a barely audible lament, Prime Minister Zuo silently exited the room, his slightly hunched back no longer as arrogant as before.
No matter how ruthless he is, he is still a human being and will have feelings. Concubine Jin is the daughter he worked so hard to raise. Even if he sacrifices his life, he must keep her well. No matter whether she objects to his sacrifice or not, he regrets it.
When he walked out of the back door of the palace, it was raining heavily and it was a bit cold. Prime Minister Zuo shrank his neck and put his hands in his sleeves. When he turned the corner, he bumped into someone.
"Dog slaves walk without eyes"
After cursing, Prime Minister Zuo's voice suddenly stopped. His eyes widened and he fell backwards. A naked hairpin on his chest was shone in the cold light. The hairpin happened to pierce the vital part of the center of his mouth. Prime Minister Zuo fell to the ground and died.
"Revenge...Sister...I avenged you and mine...Revenge..."
She murmured in a low voice and smelled of desolation. Without even looking at the body on the ground, the skinny woman staggered towards the direction of Lianchenxuan. She cried and laughed as if she had lost her mind and fell into madness.