Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Leaning forward slightly, Xu Xingchen slowly kissed the cherry-red lips of Wanyan Qingxin beside him. His kiss was gentle yet firm, as if expressing his deepest feelings and promises.

His lips touched hers gently, delicate and warm, as light as a feather. Xu Xingchen explored carefully, afraid to disturb her inner peace. Every contact was full of tenderness and care.

Wanyan Qingxin felt Xu Xingchen's kiss, her heartbeat quickened, her delicate body, her lips touched Xu Xingchen, soft and warm, as if at this moment, all the worries and fears disappeared.

As the kiss between Xu Xingchen and Wanyan Qingxin gradually deepened, Wanyan Qingxin felt as if she was in a sweet dream, and a feeling she had never experienced before surged in her heart.

She was a little nervous, but full of anticipation and happiness at the same time. She gently responded to Xu Xingchen's kiss, enjoying this rare moment of intimacy. Xu Xingchen's kiss became more gentle and lingering, and his lips gently explored Wanyan Qingxin's lip line, delicately and patiently.

His hands gently embraced Wanyan Qingxin's slender waist, giving her endless sense of security and care. His actions revealed his deep love and respect for her, making Wanyan Qingxin feel cherished and valued like never before.

At this warm and romantic moment, Wanyan Qingxin gently closed her eyes, her heart beating with Xu Xingchen's every breath, as if she was sharing the tranquility and harmony with him under the same sky.

Her delicate body gently nestled against Xu Xingchen's broad and warm chest, as if she had found a harbor where she could safely dock. At this moment, Wanyan Qingxin's heart was filled with a sense of security and happiness.

She knew that choosing Xu Xingchen as her "ally" was an extremely correct decision. He was not only the "him" in her life, but also her spiritual comfort and an indispensable part of her life.

As the two of them came into close contact, Wanyan Qingxin's slender hands gently rested on Xu Xingchen's strong shoulders, and her delicate and slender hands gently slid on Xu Xingchen's shoulders.

Feeling the warmth of Xu Xingchen's skin and the lines of his muscles, this contact made Wanyan Qingxin feel extremely safe and satisfied, as if their heartbeats were merged into one at this moment.

the next day.

At the dawn, the warm sunshine shines high, sprinkling on this solemn land. The sky is clear and the white clouds are floating. A beautiful and harmonious scenery comes into view, as if bringing endless hope and vitality to this new day.

However, the Pingyang Marquis Mansion today shows a completely different scene, which is in sharp contrast to the prosperity and bustle of the past. The gate of the mansion is closed, and white lanterns and white ribbons are hung on the door, which is a sign of mourning.

The guards in front of the gate had solemn and serious expressions. It was obvious that something unfortunate had happened in the mansion.

There was a heavy atmosphere in the air. The servants in the mansion talked in low voices, with sadness and worry on their faces. They shuttled around every corner of the mansion, busy with various affairs, but their steps seemed heavy.

In the garden of the entire [Marquis Pingyang] Mansion, the flowers that were once in full bloom now seemed to have lost their vitality, with their heads drooped, as if mourning for the misfortune of this mansion. The brook under the rockery in the garden gurgled, and the sound of the flowing water seemed to carry a hint of sorrow.

Today, the [Marquis of Pingyang] Mansion seemed to be shrouded in a haze, forming a sharp contrast with the beautiful sunshine outside. The door of the mansion was closed tightly, as if to isolate all the sadness and despair outside.

The servants in the mansion talked in low voices, shock and grief written all over their faces. They comforted each other but could not hide the helplessness and fear in their hearts. All this sadness stemmed from one shocking fact.

[Marquis of Pingyang] Li Zongsheng was assassinated last night and unfortunately died. The once powerful and famous [Marquis of Pingyang] Li Zongsheng left the world quietly.

Li Zongsheng's body was solemnly placed in the mourning hall of his mansion. His face was calm and majestic, as if he was just asleep. However, his pale complexion and chest, which was no longer breathing, ruthlessly announced his death.

In this atmosphere of grief, Li Zongsheng's family members were in great pain. The originally delicate face of the first wife Wanyan Qingyu was distorted by sadness, and her tears were like beads that had broken off the string.

Tears kept falling from her eyes and wetting her cheeks. Her eyes were red and swollen, as if soaked in tears. She had obviously been crying for a long time. Her body was trembling slightly, as if she could not bear the blow.

The situation of the Second Madam, Zhao Ya, was even more heartbreaking. Her face was as pale as paper, and her body kept shaking, as if she would fall down at any time. Her eyes were empty, without their former luster, and were filled with traces of tears, as if she had lost the goal and direction in life.

The eldest daughter-in-law Pucha Ningran and the second daughter-in-law and concubine Shen Yixiang were also in great pain in this sorrowful atmosphere. They supported and leaned on each other, as if only in this way could they stand firm in the torrent of sadness.

Their delicate faces were covered with traces of tears and their eyes flashed with endless sorrow. They had obviously been crying for a long time. Every sob seemed to be telling of the pain and reluctance in their hearts.

In addition, Pucha Ningran and Shen Yixiang's husband Li Yangji had fainted last night after hearing the sad news of the death of his father, Li Zongsheng. He could not bear this sudden blow, and the pain and despair in his heart instantly broke him down.

He fell down weakly, his eyes went dark and his consciousness became blurred, as if the whole world collapsed at that moment. Li Yang's breathing was extremely rapid and his face was as pale as paper. He has not woken up yet.

At this time, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) slowly walked into the mourning hall. He deliberately created a sad expression on his face, his brows slightly wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress the pain.

There were tears in his eyes, which seemed a little gloomy and lost, giving people a deep sense of melancholy.

"Mo'er..."

Zhao Ya's voice was choked with sobs, and tears had already blurred her vision. When she saw her son Li Qingmo walk in sadly, her emotions became even more uncontrollable at this moment.

My heart was filled with endless sorrow, as if I had found someone to talk to at this moment.

Zhao Ya stumbled forward, her body swaying as if she would fall down at any moment. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked haggard and desperate. She trembled as she stretched out her delicate hands, trying to grab the hand of her son Li Qingmo, seeking a little comfort.

Her skin, which was originally as soft as silk, like the tender stems of lotus flowers, and her slender and elastic hands, were now full of coldness and weakness, revealing her inner fear and helplessness.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) felt a complex emotion surge in his heart when he saw this. He quickly stepped forward and held Zhao Ya's shaky body firmly, fearing that she would collapse from excessive grief. His arms were gentle but powerful, providing Zhao Ya with a solid support.

He slowly lowered his head, his eyes meeting Zhao Ya's tears, and he whispered softly and gently to comfort her.

"Mom, I'm here, don't worry."

His voice was gentle and firm, as if it had a kind of magic that penetrated the haze in Zhao Ya's heart and brought her a touch of warmth and comfort. The voice was like a spring breeze blowing across the frozen lake.

The ice that had accumulated in Zhao Ya's heart for a long time slowly melted, making her feel the long-lost warmth. A trace of tenderness flashed in Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) eyes. He tightly held Zhao Ya's cold and weak slender hand, trying to pass his firm strength to her.

No matter what, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) has now disguised himself as Li Qingmo and must hide his true emotions. Therefore, although he may be reluctant in his heart, he still has to pretend to show a sad expression that is consistent with the family's funeral.

So, now, he had to pretend to be sad. Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) tried hard to adjust his facial expression, letting the light in his eyes gradually dim, as if covered by an invisible haze.

The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, outlining a hint of sadness on his originally calm face. That was the sadness he tried his best to simulate in his heart. He supported Zhao Ya beside him and let her lean on his shoulder.