On How to Correctly Seek Vengeance from the Sick Beauty

Shu Yipo.

Su people are indeed the most skillful tribe in the mainland, but in just one year, the ice cave has turned into an ice room, and the two school yards have become a big barter market. As many as 2 people were killed in Guanwaikeng, and the entire Budong River was dyed blood red.

Shadow was dressed in black and carried a letter, passing through all kinds of people. Although the place was quite different from before, he still accurately found the stone house where Shen Yanqing was.

Shen Yanqing stretched out two fingers, pinched the letter, and asked indifferently, "I haven't been here for a long time, how did you find me?"

Shadow's voice was hoarse: "Master Hou is too cold to live in an igloo."

Shen Yanqing smiled slightly and didn't say anything else. He opened the envelope and read every word.

After a long time, Shen Yanqing put down the letter and drooped his eyelashes, and said in a warm voice, "It's all... settled?"

Shadow replied: "Yes. The body has already been sent to the Valley of Life and Death."

Shen Yanqing sighed: "I didn't expect her and Su'e to be so decisive. That's all. We should go back."

Shadow froze for a moment, "Master Hou is going back to Xinxia?"

Shen Yanqing nodded, "What's wrong?"

Shadow turned his head away: "There is nothing wrong with it, but if you leave, these Su people..."

Although Shadow only spoke half of what he said, Shen Yanqing already understood what he meant.

Shen Yanqing got up and explained as he walked towards the door, "I will stay here invisible. In the early spring of next year, he will pick some young people to transport gold mines to various places in Donglin, so I don't need to stay anymore."

Shadow heard the words and thought for a while, then looked up at Shen Yanqing's back, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "I didn't expect Master Hou to have such a plan, I thought..."

Shen Yanqing paused slightly, looked back and smiled: "What do you think? Do you still think that I will be impulsive like some people and lead less than 1 people to Xinxia?"

After finishing speaking, he threw the letter paper in his hand into the burning charcoal basket at the door, "Hate is the motivation for the clansmen to survive in the ice and snow. For so long, they really need a breakthrough, but after venting in the frozen canyon, they will I found out that there is no difference between Su people and Lin people, and the national war is just a game for people who claim to be royal."

The paper burned so fast that only a few words were left in time.

The human skin is formed, and the east is in chaos.

Only by death can the teacher's anger be pacified.

Autumn, Hualou must write.

In the hinterland of Buried Bone Snow Mountain, beside Gululu’s hot spring, two afterimages are indistinguishable from each other. If you look closely, you can see that the old and the young are using the same saber technique, and what they hold in their hands is not real. The knife is real, but ice.

One must be very careful when using ice as a weapon, otherwise this fragile weapon will break easily if one is not careful.

For example, right now, Tong Chen pretended to attack, but in fact he hid a leg. Shen Lingyuan didn't check, slipped his foot, and leaned back straight.

"I won again!" Tong Chen put away his skates and waved his fingers, and was about to leave in a cool way, when he heard a sound of 'cha', the half-moon-shaped blade in his hand shattered into ice slag.

Turning around again, I saw Shen Lingyuan sitting on the ground holding the skateboard, with a few small stones bouncing in his hands.

Tong Chen quickly walked up to him and snatched the stone, and scolded with a smile: "Good boy, how dare you cheat!"

Shen Lingyuan got up grumblingly, brushed the fine snow off his clothes, neither humble nor overbearing, "You taught me this. Soldiers never tire of cheating!"

Tong Chen tossed the stone he had snatched away, and clapped his hands, "What a soldier who never tires of cheating, you win this round, tell me, what do you want to know?"

Shen Lingyuan also knew that he was invincible in victory, so he cupped his fists in a respectful salute, and then said, "Senior, I want to know who my mother is?"

The sloppy smile on Tong Chen's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a helpless sigh, and he said to Shen Lingyuan in a rare and serious manner, "Do you still remember the story I told you before?"

Shen Lingyuan replied, "This junior remembers."

"That story actually happened. The princess who married far away is your mother——Jing Yun."

Jing Yun.

A princess highly praised by historians, a legendary woman who is known to everyone in Donglin Kingdom.

Although she was proclaimed as a princess, she was actually not of royal blood, but the youngest daughter of the famous Lu family.

It is said that when Emperor Xing was still an unfavored prince, Dong Lin experienced sudden natural disasters for several years, with floods in the south and drought in the north.However, due to the continuous disasters and the long period of opening warehouses, the treasury has been empty for years and unable to support armaments.

When internal and external troubles are unavoidable, Beili, which borders Donglin, stares covetously, staring at the fact that Donglin's military department does not dare to fight because of insufficient expenditure, and sends an envoy to invite a princess to marry him.

But Emperor Lin at that time did not have a woman of the right age to marry.

At that time, the four generations of senior officials of the Lu family could only sacrifice their youngest daughter, Lu Yulan, in order to repay the emperor's kindness and eliminate potential hidden dangers.

Everyone thought that the little girl would die tragically under the sword of Lord Beili on the day of her wedding, but the final result was unexpected.

On the day of her marriage, the girl was fearless in the face of danger, and her natural and free-spirited true temperament has already amazed a group of people. After she married Beili, she succeeded in making Beili retreat with her courage and bravery. There is a good story about the concentricity of the emperor and empress.

Their relationship was so good that Jing Yun was the only one in the backyard of the Northern Li lord, and the Donglin Kingdom was thus given a few years to rest and recuperate.

It's just that the feng shui took turns. Ten years later, the new emperor ascended the throne, Donglin was prosperous and strong, but Beili became a weak side due to the plague. Fortunately, the emperor led his army to invade Beili without hesitation. When the two armies were at war, Princess Jingyun was in a dilemma, and in the end she was not worthy of the country and her husband, and committed suicide in front of the battle.

In the same year, after the war ended, Shen Chi was appointed Marquis Chang Xing, and brought back two children from the border to raise him in the mansion.

"Your Highness, what is the relationship between the two?" The woman lay reclined on the bed, stroking her round belly in circles, staring obsessively at the man in the four-clawed python robe in front of the desk with her beautiful eyes, her voice heard It looks soft and glutinous with a coquettish ending.

Hearing this, the prince turned around, put his hand on the corner of the table, and said softly with his eyes: "On the surface, the princess's suicide and Marquis Changxing's childlessness seem to have nothing to do with each other, but there is a lot of knowledge in it, but I don't want to talk about it now. "

The Crown Princess Liu Shi let out a coquettish sigh, propped herself up lazily, stepped on the soft carpet with her jade feet, and walked with enchanting steps, even though she was pregnant for six months, it did not affect her natural charm.

The woman leaned on the man's shoulder and rubbed it lightly twice, leaned close to her ear and said softly, "Can Amber tell me now?"

The prince was obviously very satisfied with this title. He held the woman's catkin and signaled her to sit on his lap: "The princess killed herself, the adopted son of Changxing Hou Rende. I captured a former Marquis of Changxing who was fleeing everywhere, and got a hidden secret."

The prince leaned over to the woman's pretty face and kissed her lightly, and then whispered in her ear: "Princess Jingyun didn't kill herself, but she heard that her husband was murdered, and she died of dystocia while giving birth. And before Jingyun died, Only the Marquis of Changxing met him."

Liu Shi lightly covered her small mouth and said in surprise, "Could it be..."

The crown prince nodded: "That's right, one of the two brothers of the Shen family is of the royal blood of Beili, so the Marquis of Changxing was not wronged to be accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason."

"Then which of them is the blood of Princess Jingyun?" Liu was puzzled.

The prince's eyes drifted into the distance unconsciously: "According to the age record given by the household department, the dead Shen Lingyuan should be the son of Princess Jingyun, but who can say for sure about these things. Gu feels that Shen Yanqing is the son of Princess Jingyun. Cold-blooded and ruthless personality is more like a member of the royal family."

Liu's beautiful eyes moved slightly: "Hearing His Highness's tone, it seems that he appreciates what the new Lord Marquis has done."

"Is there any one who does not step on the blood to achieve great things? Anyone who kills and kills decisively has merits." The prince said, seeing the strangeness of the woman, narrowing his eyes slightly and helping Liu's stomach, "There is nothing I can do." It's just trying to pave the way for our children."

The child seemed to feel something at this moment, and moved a little.

Liu Shi immediately showed a smile: "Your Highness!"

"As expected of an orphaned child." The prince said as he picked up the woman and placed her on the bed, "Take care of the baby with peace of mind, I will come to see you tomorrow."

Although the woman was still full of thoughts, she also knew the truth that the holy family cannot be entangled, so she obediently responded: "Respectfully, Your Highness."

The prince extinguished the candle and left the Nuan Pavilion. There was already a servant waiting at the door with a lamp. He skillfully led the way, pushed open the door of the study, and lit the oil lamp.

After Crown Prince Rong Cong took his seat, the little eunuch took out a scroll of parchment from his wide sleeve: "This evening, I sent a letter from a flying pigeon in the west."

"En." The prince took the scroll, "I see, you can go down."

"Yes."

After the servant left, the prince walked to the desk and knelt down, and opened the kraft paper scroll.

"Don't read it, Prince, Yan Qing will return." The eight words came into view, and Rong Cong's eyes moved slightly.

He put down the parchment, skillfully flipped through the miscellaneous notes at hand, and a small painting fell out. In the painting, a woman in a blue dress and white shirt, with peach eyes and cherry lips, and a tear mole at the corner of her eye is very attractive.

It's just that the person in the painting is sitting sideways on the iron railing alone, with sadness in his eyes and brows.

The prince's hand caressed the corner of the rolled-up paper. It seemed that the words were soaked in water and could not be read clearly. Only by staring carefully could one see the inscription - Qiu Niang.

Suddenly, a gust of evil wind hit, knocked over the painting, and disrupted Rong Cong's thoughts.

Bang, crack, count.

The oil lamp was extinguished in an instant, and even the door was slightly opened, and it was dark all around, except for the sound of "squeak, creak, creak" from the window shaking back and forth.

"Cao Shun." Rong Cong frowned, put away the painting, and called out but no one answered.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of fighting on the room, stepping on tiles and the clash of sharp swords, it sounded very intense.

"Stupid slave, no priority."

Rong Cong cursed in his heart, but his face remained motionless, got up with the parchment in his hand, and left the table.

In the study room, only one oil lamp was lit on the table, and the long row of lamps was placed at the door, and the fire box was just under it, and Rong Cong had to go through the shaking window to get there.

He was cautious, and immediately slowed down and fisted with both hands.

Facts proved that his caution was correct.

Passing by the shadow behind the bookcase by the window, the surrounding was very quiet, Rong Cong clearly heard something falling on the ground and making a slight tick.