The speaker was tall and tall, wearing half a black mask that covered the bridge of his nose and most of his face, but judging from his exposed appearance, he was very handsome.
This is the patron saint of Dajing, Yin Ziheng, who was thought dead by Xuanyuan Mingzhao and others, but escaped death and had his appearance ruined.
Xuanyuan Mingzhao looked at him with cold eyes:
"Are you willing to let go of those three children?"
Yin Ziheng's breath hitched.
Except for the first of the three children, the other two were not in very good health. He wished he could stay with them all twelve hours.
But... to him, Sikong Qingying is equally important, as important as his child.
"Brother Six, it's better for me to go."
Xuanyuan Mingfeng was not wearing a mask at this time, and his face was more delicate and beautiful than a woman's, with a look of eagerness:
"The last time we met, because we were not due until March, that damn Lu Zicong couldn't let me have a good chat with Ms. Gu."
"You?" The wrinkles between Xuanyuan Mingzhao's eyebrows did not relax.
"I'm afraid he is still angry with you. How can you bring him back? In fact...General Yin is the best candidate, but..."
He raised his eyes and looked at Xuanyuan Mingfeng and Yin Ziheng.
He said firmly: "I want to try it myself."
"Uh... Brother Six, what will we do in the capital if you leave? A country cannot live without a king for a day. What should we do in the morning?"
Xuanyuan Mingzhao raised the corner of his mouth slightly and revealed a cold smile: "Xiao Qi, this is not the first time you have pretended to be me. After I leave, you will have to worry about the affairs of the court."
"No! Sixth brother, you can't do this... I don't want it..."
Unfortunately, Xuanyuan Mingzhao has made up his mind, and Xuanyuan Mingfeng's protests and rejections cannot sway him.
In his opinion, it was his decision to conceal Xuanyuan Mingfeng's affairs, and it was his fault.
Therefore, he wanted to pick up Sikong Qingying in person, apologize to Sikong Qingying, and pick up Sikong Qingying.
However, he didn't expect that he would miss the point and run in vain. By the time he found the place, Sikong Qingying had disappeared out of thin air.
Once it disappeared, it lasted two years.
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After driving for three consecutive days, Sikong Qingying felt that the tender skin on the inside of her thighs was going to be worn away by the horse's back, and it was burning.
Her physique was not very good, it had reached its limit, and she almost vomited even while sitting on a horse.
Unable to bear it, she could only ask Lu Jiu:
"Master Lu, how long will it take for us to reach Miaohua Mountain?"
Is there any woman in the world who would call her husband Mr. xx?
The distance that Sikong Qingying deliberately opened made Lu Jiu feel a little sad.
"At this rate, we should be able to arrive in two days."
"Two days... it's not very far away. Why don't we find a place to rest today?"
Lu Jiu saw Sikong Qingying's condition in his eyes, and naturally knew the real reason why Sikong Qingying said this.
He agreed immediately: "Okay."
He has endless tolerance for Sikong Qingying.
Either because Sikong Qingying is the person he cares about, or because he feels guilty for breaking up Sikong Qingying and his uncle.
He just wanted to be nicer to Sikong Qingying, and even nicer.
Because they decided to take a rest, they stopped when they arrived at the nearest town in the afternoon.
"Boss, two upper rooms."
Lu Jiu remembered what Sikong Qingying said that day, and the two slept in separate rooms.
Lu Jiu's self-knowledge made Sikong Qingying very satisfied.
Sitting on a horse for a long time made her inner thighs very painful, and her walking posture was quite strange.
After being led to the room by the waiter, Lu Jiu ordered hot water for him and considerately placed the trauma medicine on the table:
"You can wipe it yourself later... I'm right outside the door. If you need anything, just call me."
Ever since the two got married, what Lu Jiu said the most was this sentence.
Sikong Qingying looked at the medicine on the table, then at Lu Jiu's back, sat down at the table, slowly frowned, and sighed.
This is really a weird cycle.
She loves Lu Zicong, but Lu Zicong doesn't love her. Instead, he pays more attention to family ties and treats Lu Jiu well, but Lu Jiu still loves her.
Now she obviously has such a bad attitude towards Lu Jiu, but Lu Jiu is still so kind to her.
The good ones make him feel burdened, the good ones make him feel increasingly guilty.
Sometimes, he wonders, what should he do?
Fortunately, it was just a momentary thought. After he woke up, he immediately thought of the fact that he would leave Lu Jiu after Lu Jiu took revenge.
Since he would have to leave sooner or later, why should he worry about the future?
Lu Jiuai can do whatever he likes, and he...just try to be as clear as possible.
but……
When she finally left, could she really feel guilty?
Can you... forget Lu Zicong, forget Lu Jiu, and forget everything that happened during this period?
God! She was really not sure. If she had known better, would she have let Lu Zicong directly cause her to lose her memory? Thinking of this self-deprecatingly, Sikong Qingying sighed and shook her head.
Now, it’s better not to think about those troublesome things and let everything take its course...
Night fell quietly, Sikong Qingying and Lu Jiu lived next to each other and both had already fallen asleep.
However, even though the person was sleeping on the bed, he was tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep.
Sikong Qingying opened her round eyes in the darkness, always feeling that she was more energetic now than during the day.
Suddenly, a soft sound came into his ears.
Sikong Qingying was suddenly startled, sat up from the bed, and looked straight at the door.
Against the background of the moonlight, a cold sword light flashed through his eyes.
Sikong Qingying's breath was suffocated, and she slowly got out of bed with her clothes on.
She quietly approached the door and hid behind it. She saw a thin blade inserted along the crack of the door. The blade was slowly pulling the door bolt. The door bolt that locked the door was shaking. The door,
It's about to be opened.
Sikong Qingying looked at the cold sword light, his scalp was troubled, and the blood in his body seemed to have solidified.
She was obviously scared to death and her legs were trembling, but she didn't call out. She bit her lip, went to the side holding a round stool, and waited behind the door.
finally.
With a bang, the door bolt fell to the ground, and two masked men in black jumped in with knives.
Sikong Qingying's body moved faster than his consciousness. He took the round stool in his hand and smashed it on the head of one of the approaching men in black.
"ah……"
The man in black wailed and his body fell limply.
But the other one immediately took a knife and slashed at Sikong Qingying. Sikong Qingying's hands and feet became weak, and he managed to escape.
Her strength just now was so strong that she smashed the bench and knocked the other party unconscious. When did she have such strength?
At this time, there is no room for distraction.
As soon as she dodged one sword attack, another one struck her.
Moreover, immediately, seven or eight people rushed in, and Sikong Qingying was surrounded.
"Who are you...? We don't know each other and have never had any grudges. Why do you want to kill me?"
At some point, Sikong Qingying hugged another bench as a weapon to stop the swords that were attacking her.
At this time, Lu Jiu was also entangled by more than a dozen masters.
When he heard what was going on at Sikong Qingying's side, he was so anxious that he no longer wanted to fight with those people.
At that time, the long sword that he always carried behind his back was revealed. With a cold look on his face, he held the long sword out of its sheath, turned over in the air, and killed all the people around him with one blow. Seven people were killed.
Eight heads, stained with blood, rolled down.
In front of Lu Jiu, the killer, these men in black are not worth mentioning at all.
Lu Jiu was not willing to fight. After killing those people, he immediately rushed to Sikong Qingying's room.
At this time, Sikong Qingying, who was wearing obscene clothes, disheveled hair, very embarrassed, and with several wounds on his body, when he saw Lu Jiu, he felt as if he had seen a savior. He ignored everything and immediately shouted:
"Master Lu, help me!!!"
Lu Jiu was extremely skilled in martial arts. In the dark, his eyes worked just as well as in the daytime. He saw the blood stains on Sikong Qingying's body, and the aura around him became even colder.
Ignoring those swords, he flew into the middle surrounded by the men in black and hugged Sikong Qingying into his arms.
Sikong Qingying's legs and feet were so frightened that he lost all strength once he was hugged by Lu Jiu. He could only bury his face in Lu Jiu's arms and hold on to Lu Jiu's robe tightly.
It was obviously her first time to experience such a dangerous thing, but why did the uneasiness and fear in her heart feel so familiar?
Moreover... such a scene also gave her the same sense of familiarity. Had she been assassinated at night before?
Because Sikong Qingying buried his face in Lu Jiu's chest, he did not see Lu Jiu's clean and sharp sword movements, and the people who had besieged him were eliminated in two or three moves.
Obviously, the sound of weapons piercing into human flesh was heard, and the whole bodies of those who were originally alive fell apart.
A strong smell of blood spread, but within a few moments, the only living people present were Sikong Qingying and Lu Jiu.
Sikong Qingying wanted to look up, but Lu Jiu didn't want her to see such a bloody scene, so he pressed her head: "Don't look."
After saying that, they picked up their luggage and flew out of the inn.
After the previous fight, other people in the inn were also alerted.
"Oh my god...this, this..."
Seeing the guest room that was almost covered in blood, the innkeeper's eyes went dark and he fainted.
Others who were timid were also frightened, and they hurriedly went to report to the official.
However, it was the middle of the night, and no one from the government would care about them. Moreover, Lu Jiu and Sikong Qingying had also left, so even if they wanted to find the murderer, they could not find him.
"Bang"
"Be careful with fire and candles, the sky is dry and the earth is dry... The sky is dry and the earth is dry, be careful with fire and candles..."
"Bang"
The midnight watchman held a lantern and walked slowly down the street, shouting as he walked.
Suddenly, a dark shadow passed by, and by the time the watchman reacted, he felt a chill on his neck.
Taking a closer look, he saw a long sword already on his neck.
"Big...big lord...please spare my life..."
The watchman's legs softened and he knelt down:
"Uncle, there are elders and younger ones above me. Please show me your kindness..."
"Shut up! Where is the hospital in town?"
Lu Jiu frowned and stared at the watchman who was kneeling on the ground.
The watchman raised his head cautiously and saw a man in black clothes holding a man in white clothes stained with blood, and quickly replied:
"Go to the end of this street and turn right, and that's the third house..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes flashed and the figure disappeared.
The watchman sat there stunned for a long time, then stood up and rubbed his eyes:
"Is there really anyone just now?"
If there was, why did it disappear in the blink of an eye?
If not, why is the feeling of fear so clear when someone put it on your neck just now?
"Xiaoying, if you keep patiently, we're going to the hospital."
The figure passed by like lightning, and soon Lu Jiu arrived at the medical center the watchman had mentioned.
Sikong Qingying's body was in terrible pain. Her hands tightly grasped Lu Jiu's robe: "It's okay..." She was obviously in good spirits, but her words were weak.
"I'm fine..."
While she was speaking, Lu Jiu had already jumped to the door of the medical center, reached out and slammed the door of the medical center: "Open the door... open the door..."
If he hadn't expected the other party to heal Sikong Qingying, Lu Jiu would have destroyed this door directly.
The owner of the medical center is obviously used to having people come at night.
He immediately responded: "Come on, come on... stop knocking."
After just a moment, an old man who looked extremely strong opened the door.
The oncoming smell of blood made the old man frown and immediately said:
"Bring her in first."
Being rescued, is it a good thing or a bad thing?
The moment she saw the assassin just now, a thought flashed through Sikong Qingying's mind - if she died like this, would she return to modern times?
Fortunately, even though she had such an idea, she still didn't dare to die after all, so she kept resisting and struggling.
Lu Jiu stood by and the old doctor cut open the clothes where Sikong Qingying was injured. There were three or four wounds on Sikong Qingying's arms, waist, and back. Except for the deep ones on the back, there were no other wounds.
It was serious, and no vital parts were injured. Apart from a little excessive blood loss, Sikong Qingying's problem was not serious.
This made Lu Jiu breathe a sigh of relief, but looking at Sikong Qingying's pale and bloodless face, he still felt very distressed.
When the old doctor went out to prepare medicine, Sikong Qingying and Lu Jiu looked at each other.
"sorry."
"Thank you."
At the same moment, both of them spoke at the same time.
This made both of them stunned for a moment, and Sikong Qingying's thanks made Lu Jiu feel even more uncomfortable:
"I didn't protect you well... I'm sorry, I won't do it next time."
If he and Sikong Qingying were in the same room, he would definitely protect Sikong Qingying as soon as possible, but tonight they were in different rooms, and Lu Jiu was deliberately held back by the other party.
Sikong Qingying shook her head: "I should thank you. If you hadn't arrived, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to hold on for long, and I would have gone to the King of Hell to drink tea." Her tone was calm, but her eyes were quite soft,
Lu Jiu's heart palpitated for no reason.
Until now, even just a warm look in his eyes can make Lu Jiu very happy.
Lu Jiu's face turned slightly red. He turned away and said: "When I fought with those people, I felt that their martial arts were very strange. I couldn't even recognize them. They didn't look like those from our Dajing Dynasty... Xiaoying, are you here?"
Are there any enemies elsewhere?"
Sikong Qingying frowned: "I don't remember what happened before, and I don't know if I have any enemies, but I used to be with Lu..." At this point, she paused before continuing:
"When I was with Dr. Lu before, I never encountered anything like this."
"Really?"
Lu Jiu pondered, could it be that the other party was seeking revenge from him?
That shouldn't be the case. Although he has a great reputation in the world, not many people know his appearance. He has been in the world for so many years and no one has ever sought revenge on him. He has always been the only one to kill others...
Just as Lu Jiu was thinking about it, Sikong Qingying yawned.
When Lu Jiu saw it, he immediately came to his senses and tucked her into bed:
"Go to sleep. I will guard you here. No matter who comes to assassinate us for whatever reason, I will not let them hurt you again."
"Then you..." After the shock and excessive blood loss just now, Sikong Qingying was really a little tired now.
"It doesn't matter. When I'm in seclusion, I often don't sleep for several days...Besides, I can't sleep now."
If someone is watching over you, you will feel more at ease.
Lu Jiu insisted on guarding, and Sikong Qingying had no choice but to agree. However, before falling asleep, she did not forget to say thank you to Lu Jiu again.
When Sikong Qingying woke up the next day, he saw Lu Jiu's dark eyes that he had no time to dodge.
She was startled for a moment, and there was an inexplicable sour taste in her heart.
In fact, she can understand Lu Jiu's current mood very well.
Just like how she felt when she liked Lu Zicong, but Lu Zicong didn't like her.
Unfortunately, emotional matters cannot be forced.
Sikong Qingying averted his eyes, pretending that he didn't see that look.
She raised the corners of her lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you."
Lu Jiu immediately poured her a cup of tea: "No need to be so polite...how is it? Does the wound still hurt?"
Sikong Qingying moved his body: "A little bit."
Lu Jiu nodded: "Yes. Then we will rest here for a few days. When your injury is healed, we will leave again."
Sikong Qingying frowned: "But don't you want revenge?"
Lu Jiu stood up, soaked a towel with warm water, walked to the bed, and wiped Sikong Qingying's face: "I have been waiting for revenge for so many years, and I don't care about these days."
Sikong Qingying was a little depressed.
Lu Jiu didn't care about these days, but he didn't want to delay.
In particular, she had problems with Lu Jiu and was estranged from her, but Lu Jiu was very kind to her. She was very stressed when she was good, and she was in a bad mood when she was good.
She tried to sit up from the bed, but the wounds on her body were affected, which made her face turn pale in pain, so she had to lie back down silently.
This useless body, hey...
"Actually, your internal strength is very high now. When there is a chance in the future, I will teach you some self-defense moves so that you won't be afraid of those people in the future."
"Okay." Sikong Qingying answered perfunctorily.
How could there be a chance in the future?
Lu Jiu then helped Sikong Qingying get some mouthwash, and then Lu Jiu went out.
Soon a bowl of porridge was brought.
Seeing that Lu Jiu was planning to feed her, Sikong Qingying immediately wanted to sit up again: "I can do this myself..."
However, the pain was so painful that she broke into a sweat again. Lu Jiu sighed in his heart and begged: "Let me help you."
Sikong Qingying closed her eyes in annoyance: "I'm sorry."
"Um?"
"I'm causing trouble for you..."
Lu Jiu was silent for a moment: "It doesn't matter, I'm very happy about this."
Sikong Qingying frowned with her tightly closed eyebrows. For some reason, when she heard Lu Jiu say such words, she felt so familiar for no reason - as if someone had said it to her before.
It's strange, she obviously doesn't have that kind of memory - ever since she married Lu Jiu, she always felt that some things seemed familiar.
It seems like it has all happened before.
Could it be that the memories she had forgotten before are slowly coming back to life?
Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
No matter what! Now she should open her eyes, open her mouth, and let Lu Jiu feed her porridge.
"Hmm... this porridge is delicious..." The porridge in the porcelain bowl was cooked to perfection, with the particles sticking together, light and fragrant, smooth but not greasy, warm but not hot, which made Sikong Qingying's eyes light up.
stand up.
Lu Jiu has never deliberately learned cooking skills.
It’s just that I’m used to traveling in the world, and I always cook for myself. Sometimes, in order to assassinate some people, I will disguise myself as one of the servants of the other party’s family, and it is inevitable that I will work in the kitchen...
In short, it was not until now when he was cooking for Sikong Qingying that he discovered to his surprise that maybe his cooking skills were good.
He likes to see Sikong Qingying's little face that lights up every time she eats the food he cooked.
At that time, Sikong Qingying forgot her indifference towards him and Lu Zicong, and only remembered those delicious meals... The meals he cooked, this was an extremely beautiful scene for him.
After eating, Lu Jiu will help Sikong Qingying change his dressing.
Sikong Qingying thought for a while and determined that he could not reach the back of his shoulders, nor the waist and back, so he had to give up the struggle.
But when Lu Jiu took out the medicine, she was a little surprised: "This doesn't seem to be the ointment that the old doctor mixed for me last night?"
Not only was it not, but the medicine in Lu Jiu's hand still had a familiar fragrance.
"That's right, you remembered it wrong."
Lu Jiu said calmly.
While he was talking, Sikong Qingying had already remembered where the ointment came from - it must have come from Lu Zicong.
Lu Zicong's trauma medicine tastes like this...
Her throat was a little dry and her mood suddenly became dull, but she didn't argue with Lu Jiu and silently let Lu Jiu apply the medicine for her.
How can she forget Lu Zicong by being with Lu Jiu? Therefore, she still has to leave Lu Jiu.
One of them must have a powerful enemy.
Sikong Qingying originally thought that the incident at the inn was a misunderstanding.
Unexpectedly, on the night they stayed at the hospital, another group of men in black came to the hospital to assassinate them.
Fortunately, Lu Jiu had always been by Sikong Qingying's side and was very vigilant, so he discovered the other party's existence at the beginning and easily solved the other party - of course, there was something that Sikong Qingying and Lu Jiu didn't know in the middle.
, the most important thing is the help of Lu Zicong who is hiding in the dark.
In fact, the people sent out the second time were more powerful and more numerous than the people sent out the first time, but before Lu Jiu took action, most of those people were disabled by Lu Zicong's medicine.
Therefore, when Lu Jiu took action to deal with those people, it seemed very easy.
This made Lu Jiu understand something in her heart, but she didn't say anything.