Qing Ping Le · Double Songs

The autumn night was deep, and at midnight, a black shadow flitted very quickly in the night. He leaped lightly and turned over the backyard of the criminal prison, and after a few ups and downs, he flashed into the big tree next to the prison. Fortunately, the branches were dense Just enough to hide the figure.It was almost time for the guards to change guards. The man in black hid in the tree and held his breath. He calculated the time and stepped on the branches to borrow his strength. He rushed into the prison like an arrow.

The man in black was slender and light, and he walked around in the dark prison almost silently, but he would disturb the flame on the torch when it flickered, but fortunately no one cared.

Liang Daoquan's cell has been restored to its former appearance. It is not obvious that anyone hanged himself here during the day, and this cell is what the man in black is looking for.She groped for a while in the cell, every slit in the wall, the small window on the top of the wall, and the corner by the bed. After searching for a while, she found nothing.

She frowned and stood in the darkness, with only a pair of indifferent and calm eyes flickering in the darkness. She looked around the small prison cell intently, and her eyes paused for a while between the bed board and the wall.Suddenly, she jumped onto the broken bed and groped in the gap with her hands. Sure enough, there was a loose stone brick there. She struggled to pull out the contents, but the back of her hand was accidentally scratched by the rough bed board, and the blood flowed along the tiny gap Oozed out.

Keeping the things he found in the clothes room, the man in black went out of the cell again as he had come here, he went up and down a few times without touching the ground, and arrived at the backyard of the prison in one breath. Just as he was about to jump out of the prison, there was a strong force in the night The cold wind hit her in vain, and a blast of icy energy directly covered the top of her head.She leaned forward with both feet and stepped back a few feet away, the long sword in her waist appeared to block the blow of the person coming.

The streamer flashes, the brilliance is bright.Princess Qingping's Liuguang Sword is an ancient weapon bestowed by His Majesty at that time. It is as thin as a cicada's wing and cuts iron like mud.The sword is like autumn frost under the moon, exuding a cold breath.

The two shadows were shocked by this phase and moved back a few steps. Rong Che raised his eyes to look at the person who attacked her at night. He was also wearing night clothes and masked like her, and only a pair of eyes were looking at him.Her expression was as usual and her figure was as light as flying to bully the person who came in. She flicked a sword flower with a flick of her wrist.

The sword flower is indestructible after a single blow, and her sword net is so fine that it is like a sky net that falls from the sky, making people have nowhere to hide.But this person's martial arts are not weak, and a black whip dances vigorously in her sword net.As soon as Rong Che's sword flower became soft but firm, the black whip was like a vine trying to entangle the lingling water light, but it was always blocked by the streamer when it was about to succeed, and returned in vain.

Rong Che's figure is like the wind, and the sword style in his hand is like a willow and a hammer, and there is fierceness hidden in his indifferent eyes, as if teasing, one sword is faster than the other.The black whip was played between the palms of the hands, and the wind had gradually weakened. Although he had heard that Princess Qingping's martial arts were unfathomable, he did not expect it to be so powerful.Seeing that Rong Che had launched a killer move, if he didn't retreat, he would lose his life.

The man in black poured his internal energy into the black whip, and the soft long whip suddenly straightened and stretched, and then burst open in an instant. The silver needles hidden in the whip rope flew towards Rong Che like heavenly maidens scattered flowers, the man in black Taking advantage of the timing, the aircraft quickly retreated.Rong Che's right hand weaved the sword more densely, but the sleeve of his left hand didn't flutter in the wind. He suddenly raised his palm and slapped it. A strong palm wind broke through the night and chased after the man in black.

The figure of the person in black who flew into the air paused in the air, and a muffled groan was heard in the night, and her body fell down involuntarily.Rong Che knocked down the last silver needle, leaped, and flew towards the direction where the man in black fell. Only the wounded blood of the man in black remained on the stone slab, and no one was seen.

"Master." The voices of Xiaofu and Dafu sounded at the same time, breaking the silence of the long street, and they chased Rong Che to this point.

"Is there blood?" Xiao Fu keenly noticed the blood on the ground, and hurriedly looked at Rong Che, "But the master is injured?"

"No." Rong Che took off the black mask, "Did you see a man in black passing by?"

Big and small Fu looked at each other and shook their heads again.Rong Che frowned, "Go back to the palace first."

People have gradually walked away, and the long street has returned to desertion. A person fell out of the window next door with a bang, and his night clothes blended into the night.It took her a long time to get up from the ground, and with her index finger slightly curled in her mouth, she blew out the cry of a night bird, and a white eagle landed on her shoulder.

She patted the white eagle on the head and hung a bamboo tube by its feet. The white eagle fluttered and flew out of the city, and soon disappeared into the night.In the deep forest, Xia Feng lit two lamps and hung them on the carriage. In the heavy night, the candles only had a faint light, and he could not see a square inch. He heard the sound of wings hitting the air and whistled. The white eagle fluttered just now. It landed on his shoulders.He took off the bamboo tube on the white eagle's feet, poured out the letter, and read it carefully by candlelight.

"How?" Rong Cheng's voice came from inside.

"As expected by the princess, Princess Qingping went to the jail tonight. According to Yi Chunmian, she should have found what she was looking for."

"Chun Mian was seriously injured, you asked Mr. Ge to heal her, and she was not allowed to leave the house for half a month."

"Yes, county lord."

Rong Cheng's eyes were as calm as water, even though Rong Che's choice to abandon his son was unexpected, he was not surprised.She leaned on the brocade pillow of the couch, with a smile on her lips.She asked Dong Ge to trick Liang Daoquan's son into a bewilderment, tricked him into exposing his father, and then took advantage of King Jingyuan's negligence to hand over the impeachment papers to the Queen, and Rong Che's return to Beijing was naturally her Carefully calculated.

When she learned that Liang Daoquan committed suicide in fear of crime, she ordered her subordinates to pay attention to the movement of the Ministry of Punishment. She thought that with Liang Daoquan's cunning and cunning, there would be evidence against King Jingyuan hidden in the prison.But who does Liang Daoquan plan to let go to the prison for this thing?It seems that one more person will die in the household department, as to who should be known tomorrow morning.

Pulling out Liang Daoquan almost destroyed most of King Jingyuan's private income, what method will Rong Che use to resist Uncle Wang's punishment?It's really hard to guess what this cousin of hers is thinking, a smile spreads from the corner of her lips, since she can't figure it out at the moment, she can only wait and see what happens.

Rong Che went back to the palace to change his night clothes. In the study, Fu and Dazi stood with solemn faces and bowed their heads.After she sat down, Dafu said, "I sent someone to monitor everyone in the household department. As expected, the right servant of the household department went to the prison in disguise tonight."

"Entered Liang Daoquan's cell?"

"I only saw him enter the prison, but I don't know if he went to Liang Daoquan's room."

"Ah."

"What does the master want?"

Rong Che raised his hand to flick the dancing candles, and said in a normal tone, "It's still some time before dawn."

"Yes." Dafu withdrew.Xiao Fu still silently guarded her side.

Ever since Liang Daoquan was arrested and taken to the prison, the right servant of the household department has been restless. He was recuperating in the mansion under the pretext of illness, and he dared not step out of the gate.He remembered Mr. Liang telling him that if he died, he would find a handwritten letter in the cell where he stayed. This handwritten letter could keep him safe for the rest of his life.

He went tonight, and took advantage of the darkness to enter the prison in disguise. He was sweating all over the prison, but he didn't find the so-called handwriting. Locked in the room by himself, even the rattling of the night wind against the window lattice made him tremble with fear.

"Master Wu, if you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." A voice sounded, as shrill as a wild ghost.

Wu Zhen's three souls were gone, and he fell to the ground in panic, "Who? Who?" He rushed up to pull out the sword on the shelf, and when he saw someone coming, he shouted in panic, "Who are you? Come here Here, there are assassins."

The man in black was ghostly and held a white silk between his hands. When he raised his hand, the white silk instantly turned into a poisonous snake, wrapped around Wu Zhen's neck, and the sword fell to the ground with a clang.The man in black tightened Wu Zhen's neck with white silk, and said, "Master Liang supported Mr. Wu in every possible way during his lifetime. Mr. Wu knew that he would follow Mr. Liang to repay his kindness. Is it right, Mr. Wu?"

Wu Zhen's tongue stuck out, his face turned blue, his hands and feet struggled desperately, but after a while, there was no movement.The black man hung the white silk on the beam of the house, and imitated Wu Zhen's handwriting to write a suicide note, and then he jumped out of Wu's mansion.

The sky was turning blue and gray, and the clouds were still a little dark at the end of the sky. The news that Wu Zhen, the right servant of the household department, had hanged himself had spread quietly, and when it reached Rong Cheng's ear, the early morning sun just shone.She covered the glare of the sun with her sleeves, her eyebrows were hidden in the shadow of the sleeves, she was beautiful and handsome.

"Princess, it is the right servant who died."

"Xia Feng, call me son."

Xia Feng glanced sideways at Rong Che who was dressed in men's clothing. In the pale golden morning light, there was Rong Cheng's plain gown and fair face. She smiled at the corner of her mouth, as warm and moist as jade, not stained with dust.Xia Feng quickly withdrew his gaze, the Princess may not know that even she is as plain as brocade, it is hard to hide her beauty.

"Yes, young master." Xia Feng replied, "Last night, Chun Mian came to deliver a letter again, asking me to intercede with young master, she also wanted to go to the south of the Yangtze River to join in the fun, but last night young master fell asleep and didn't have time to answer her."

"Tell her, when Mr. Zhuge says she's recovered from her injury, she can rush over quickly."

After staying in this deep forest for more than a day, when she was leaving, she looked back at the clear spring, the morning mist curled up on the lake, the breeze blew past, the mist flowed lightly and gracefully, and she did not know when she would see her again.After leaving Shenlin, Rongcheng abandoned his car and rode a horse instead. According to the plan, they had to reach Shaocheng one step ahead of the convoy.

In the study room of Prince Jingyuan's mansion in the early morning, Rong Che studied the scroll carefully in his hand, and Xiaofu's voice came from outside the door, "Master, Princess Anle came out of the forest at about two o'clock and is now heading towards Ancheng."

"Hmm." She put down the scroll and looked out the window at the sky, "It's clear today, suitable for traveling, you should step back."

"Master, do you have other arrangements?"

"Don't make extra trouble." She picked up the scroll again, her voice calm.

She and Rong Cheng have been together since they were young, and they are very close, but when they grow up, they become less and less polite. She remembers that when she was young, when she moved to the frontier with her father, Rong Cheng sent her a long way, calling her "Ache" with tears in her eyes. She takes good care of herself.

Swallows are flying, but they are not as good as their feathers.The son returned home, and sent him far away to the wild. Looking forward, weeping like rain.The memory didn't go too far, but it was enough to move her.

Nanyang City is not far from Ancheng. Rong Cheng took a day's rest in Ancheng. Although her physical strength had not recovered, her plan could not be delayed. The reason why she abandoned the car and kept things simple was because there were too many Queen's eyeliners in the honor guard of the princess.On the way, only Xia Feng personally protected her on the way. After passing through Ancheng, Hongcheng came, and after Hongcheng, she arrived at Shaocheng. After several days of non-stop, her health gradually became unbearable, but fortunately, she arrived first.

Autumn in Shaocheng is not as fierce as that in Beijing, and the climate is comfortable and the vegetation is evergreen. Although the three cities of Jiuqu and Quzhou are not as prosperous as the capital, the blue walls and green tiles have a unique flavor.

"My lord, Dongge and the others entered Hongcheng last night."

Rong Cheng led the horse and walked slowly along the long street, the shops on both sides of the street were close to each other, the ready-to-wear shops had brand-new materials, the antique shops were full of rare treasures, and the crowd was very bustling.The aroma of wine wafting from the street corner restaurant filled the whole street, Rong Cheng asked, "Who is the governor of Shaocheng?"

"Gu Chengfeng, Master Gu."

Rong Cheng nodded with a smile, and continued walking towards the end without stopping. There was the best inn in the city on Dongshi Street, so Rong Cheng naturally went to live there if he wanted to stay.As soon as she entered the door, the shopkeeper saw that she was dressed in plain but high-quality materials, and greeted her from outside the counter with a smile.

"The two guest officials should stay at the top or stay in the hotel?"

Xia Feng said, "Two upper rooms."

The shopkeeper greeted him with a smile, "Yes, yes, please, the guest officers are inside, please, please, the waiter will take the two guest officers upstairs."

Rong Cheng went upstairs with Xiaoer's lead, Xia Feng watched her enter the room before going to the kitchen to light a fire and cook. The people around Rong Cheng must have a few special dishes. .After the meals were ready, Xia Feng sent them to Rong Cheng's room.

"Sir, have dinner."

Rong Cheng sat at the table and ate slowly, the room was quiet for a while, only the crisp sound of chopsticks hitting cups and plates could be heard.The stars outside the window were dotted just now, but now they are all hidden, and the night wind suddenly picked up, whizzing across the long street, howling like a ghost.

"Son."

Rong Cheng put down the bamboo chopsticks, "What's wrong?"

"There are sounds of fighting in the street."

Rong Cheng listened carefully, and after a while, he vaguely heard the sound of swords clashing from a distance, "How many people?"

"No fewer than a hundred people." Xia Feng listened attentively, but asked, "Young master, do you still want to eat?"

She shook her head with a smile and said, "Let's withdraw."

A moment later, the fierce battle was already downstairs, so close that even the sound of sharp knives cutting flesh could be heard clearly, Xia Feng stood in front of Rong Cheng with a stern expression, ready to go.The wind blew in from nowhere, and the candle flame seemed to be frightened and trembling, swaying and dying, shaking the room flickeringly.With a bang, someone broke through the window and entered, before he could enter, he was knocked down by Xia Feng's palm wind.

The window was broken, and the gust of wind finally lost the barrier of the screen, and all the people squeezed in. The candles in the room were completely extinguished and plunged into darkness.Another person tried to jump into their room, Xia Feng slapped again, this time two people jumped in together, Xia Feng held up both hands and slapped left and right.

The people outside were obsessed with something and wanted to rush in, but this time it was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy who jumped in, avoiding Xia Feng's powerful palm.The young man squatted on the window sill with a sword in his right hand and held on to the window lattice with his left hand. Although his clothes were stained with blood, his eyes were dark and his expression was steady.His eyes only paused for a moment on Xia Feng's face, and then turned to Rong Cheng who was behind him without any fear.

The boy actually asked, "Why did you hurt my subordinates?"

Rong Cheng replied with a smile, "I paid for this room."

The young man frowned, cupped his hands and said, "My family and I were surrounded by people, and we borrowed the son's house to escape, can you borrow it?"

Rong Cheng raised his hand sideways and said, "Please do."

The boy turned his head and called, "After the four and five are broken up, the others will follow me first."

There were no more than seven other people, and there were nine of them in a group of 25, and the four and five should not be able to go back.Before going out, the boy turned his head and said, "I'm in Xialin Beichuan, thank you, my lord."

Rong Cheng's eyes flicked, she didn't expect the boy to be from the Shuangmulin family in Hexi, she looked at the boy's figure jumping out, her brows suddenly raised, thoughtful.

Not long after, another person jumped in, with murderous intent in his eyes, and roared, "The only way to be a hero is to die."

Xia Feng's eyes are lingering, staring at the person coming, his right hand already has a long sword of green light, the three-foot green edge is thicker than ordinary sword edges, like a pool of autumn water, shining coldly and whitely.

"Battle Star?" The visitor was a little unbelievable, "You are Feng Xingtian? Feng Xingtian of the Four Musketeers."

Xia Feng's sword had already been drawn out, his figure was extremely fast, when he bullied the approaching person, the tip of the sword went straight to the opponent's vital point, the approaching person was too frightened to die.More and more people poured in, Xia Feng was upright and unafraid, and the blazing sword net was tightly woven.

In the darkness, Rong Che's eyes were piercing, as bright as stars, without showing the slightest panic.The killing was obviously very close, but her calm expression seemed to be outside the world and didn't belong here.

In the small and claustrophobic room, there was a fierce battle. There were corpses lying on the floor, and the blood seeped through the wooden planks and flowed into a river, winding towards the outside of the house.Feng's clamor was overwhelmed by the fighting, people outside were still swarming towards the room, Xia Feng's forehead was covered with sweat, but his moves were still fierce.

Seeing the critical situation, Xia Feng gritted his teeth, turned his wrist and injected ten success powers, and the majestic sword energy gushed out, like a crescent moon smashing down from the sky, and there were more than ten corpses, and just finished the move. With a move of "Autumn Wind Sweeping Fallen Leaves", the sword energy is strong and powerful, and it sweeps straight out.But after all, it was difficult for one person to fight against the opponent's continuous attacks, and his moves also slowed down.

"Feng Xingtian is difficult to attack, go and catch the young master behind him." Someone shouted in the scuffle, followed by several people who jumped into the air and wanted to jump over Xia Feng and attack Rong Cheng.

Xia Feng's eyes were cold and gloomy, and he lifted his sword straight for the face of the person who called out just now. Before the sword light reached, the person fell to the ground and died.His throat was pierced by a feather arrow, leaving a bloody hole the size of a thumb.Xia Feng retreated to Rong Cheng's side in an instant, and discerned three more sounds of buckling in the wind, and nine arrows shot through the chests of the remaining killers in the room one after another.

"Xia Feng, protect young master." A warm voice was blown in by Night Breeze.