Hearing the sound, everyone knelt on the ground. Guo Wanrou's face suddenly turned pale, and her hands were clenched into fists in her sleeves.
Forcing a smile, Guo Wanrou hurriedly stepped forward to greet Zhao Yuan, gently pulling Zhao Yuan's sleeve in an attempt to stop his progress, and said softly: "My lord, there was an assassin in the side hall tonight. Nothing serious happened. Now the assassin
He was executed on the spot, so sir, there is no need to worry."
Zhao Yuan glanced at the hand she was holding on to him, frowned in disgust, held her hand away without mercy, and slowly walked towards the crowd.
Guo Wanrou stood behind Zhao Yuan, looking at Zhao Yuan's back, her eyes filled with deep hatred.
When Zhao Yuan finally saw the scene in front of him, he took in a breath of cold air.
I saw Leng Changxi sitting numbly in a pool of blood. Her plain white clothes were dyed bright red, but she looked desperate. The blood on her face was not dry, and she looked so weird.
Zhao Yuan's heart was suddenly grasped hard, and fear instantly overwhelmed him. He trembled slightly, slowly squatted down, and looked at the motionless Leng Changxi in front of him, feeling that the blood in his body had gone cold.
He stretched out his hand cautiously and gently landed on Leng Changxi's shoulder. He couldn't feel the warmth, and his mind went blank. It took him a long time to squeeze out a soft word: "Little, little Bao'er...
…”
However, time seemed to have stopped in half, and the scene was frozen at this moment. It was not known how long it had passed before Leng Changxi moved slightly, and her eyes gently moved to Zhao Yuan's body.
Until this moment, Zhao Yuan felt that he was alive again - his little baby was fine!
Zhao Yuan's eyes slowly moved down, and finally fell on Lingshan. Looking at the man who was no longer breathing, Zhao Yuan's breath was suffocated. How important Lingshan and Lingfeng were to Leng Changxi, maybe others didn't
Yes, but Zhao Yuan knew. So, when he saw Lingshan lying coldly in Leng Changxi's arms, he understood that Leng Changxi would never let go of what happened today.
His cold eyes glanced at Guo Wanrou, causing the latter to shudder violently.
Guo Wanrou did not dare to meet his gaze, she only felt that the gaze was like a sharp blade, cutting her off piece by piece. At this moment, she felt fear and terror that she had never experienced before.
"Who said she was an assassin?" Zhao Yuan's cold eyes swept over everyone one by one, making them all shiver.
"Back, back to Mr. Yuan, we heard the fighting in the side hall and heard someone saying there were assassins, so we came here." The leading soldier was shocked by Zhao Yuan's power, swallowed his saliva, and said indifferently:
"When we arrived, we saw her fighting with the same person. Later, she was hit by a sword and fell off. When she was still breathing, the person who was fighting with her sealed her throat with a sword..."
Seeing Zhao Yuan's increasingly ugly face, the soldier's voice became quieter and quieter. At this time, he finally understood that he had mistaken the person.
"Who is that person?" Zhao Yuan looked at the soldier coldly.
Hearing this, the soldier turned around and pointed, only to find that the person standing there had disappeared. A kind of fear suddenly filled his heart: "Originally, the person who was standing there was still there..."
Zhao Yuan glanced at the blank space, and then moved her gaze to Guo Wanrou, making her shrink again: "Guo Wanrou, I hope you can give me an explanation."
There was a cold smile on Zhao Yuan's lips.
Guo Wanrou's eyes flickered slightly: "My lord, I don't know what you are talking about. When I walked out of the side hall, this is what I saw. Regarding the assassin, I only listened to what these guards said."
Guo Wanrou completely shied away the responsibility in one sentence.
Zhao Yuan looked at her deeply, now is not the time to deal with her, the most important thing is Leng Changxi.
So, he waved his hand, issued a silence order, and ordered everyone to leave.
In an instant, Leng Changxi and Zhao Yuan were the only two people left in the world.
"Xiao Bao'er, go back first. I will ask someone to place Lingshan properly." Zhao Yuan squatted in front of Leng Changxi and said cautiously with reluctance and distress in his eyes.
However, Leng Changxi was indifferent, and her empty eyes did not show the slightest emotion. Until this moment, Leng Changxi had not said a word, which made Zhao Yuan a little panicked: "Little Bao'er, be good, you too
Don’t you want Lingshan to die in peace? How about we bury her properly?”
Leng Changxi finally reacted to the words of never closing her eyes. Just when Zhao Yuan felt a little relieved, Leng Changxi suddenly stood up from the ground. Without saying a word, she just bent down silently, trying to hug Lingshan.
rise.
However, her body was too petite and no matter how hard she hugged her, she could not hold Lingshan. Her eyes turned red and her breathing became panicked.
Zhao Yuan looked at it with pain in his heart. He wanted to step forward to help, but Leng Changxi stubbornly avoided it. In the end, he could only stand aside and watch Leng Changxi use all his strength with sorrow in his eyes.
Carrying Lingshan on his back, he walked forward step by step, carefully and laboriously.
Lingshan's blood fell drop by drop, splashing on her snow-white clothes, staining her with desperate blood flowers.
Lingshan's body kept sliding off her back, and Leng Changxi desperately dragged her body that had gradually become stiff and cold. She fell off again and again, and was carried back again and again.
Leng Changxi walked unconsciously, and Zhao Yuan followed cautiously behind her.
When she finally walked back to the bamboo forest, Leng Changxi gently put Lingshan down and lay down in the forest, while she sat next to Lingshan and gently stroked her hair.
Leng Changxi's sudden loss of vitality made Zhao Yuan feel unparalleled fear. He was so afraid that if he didn't pay attention, Leng Changxi would be the next to lose his beauty.
"Xiao Bao'er, don't be like this, Lingshan is dead, she is dead!" An anxious Zhao Yuan clamped Leng Changxi's shoulders and shook her gently: "Let her rest in peace! She is dead!"
What I have always missed the most during my lifetime is you, little Bao'er, you must be good and don't let her die in peace!"
The wind stagnant in the treetops blew gently, but it carried a faint blood and despair.
Leng Changxi still didn't say a word.
Just when Zhao Yuan didn't know what to do, Leng Changxi suddenly spoke, her voice soft, but also hoarse and decisive: "One day, no matter what method you use, I will definitely take Qingfeng's head."
Bury Lingshan with him!"
"Qingfeng?" Zhao Yuan was unfamiliar with this name, but she vaguely sensed something.
A sneer suddenly appeared on Leng Changxi's dull face: "Ask your Guo Wanrou! She knows! One day! Zhao Yuan, I only give you one day, if it is too late, I don't know what I will do.
Come."
She was threatening, but Zhao Yuan felt the determination in it.
Seeing him gently nodding, Leng Changxi leaned over, hugged Lingshan, and slowly closed her eyes.
Zhao Yuan sighed helplessly, took off his robe, covered her body, turned around and walked out of the bamboo forest.
The moment he came out of the bamboo forest, a little tune kept playing in the forest. She and Lingshan overheard it when they were children when they went to the theater. Lingshan said it sounded good and kept shouting.
Leng Changxi sang, but at that time Leng Changxi dismissed such a tune.
Scenes from the past began to regress in Leng Changxi's mind, from Lin'an to Xiangzhou, from Xiangzhou back to the Leng family, from the age of sixteen to the year when she first met Lingshan. Finally, the picture was frozen.
The bright eyes on the face of that little girl who was only six years old made people feel sad.