Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

When Zhuo Yinglian broke in, the owner of the yard had disappeared.

She spent some time looking at the courtyard, and everywhere she looked, it was lifeless, with empty walls, as if no one had ever lived in it.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes just now, she would almost suspect that she had found the wrong target.

She was not wrong, this was indeed Shen Zhaoyun's residence.

It was hard for her to imagine such a lonely life.Although she has long been used to a cold and lonely life, apart from being sent by Xia Qiyuan to run around for the Chongming Sect, she usually owns a house in Anyi City like ordinary people in the market.She even planted several pots of flowers and plants in the yard. When the flowering season comes every year, her dress will be stained with the fragrance of flowers.

She would never let her lodgings become so dilapidated.

Shen Zhaoyun's life was ruined by the promise. He tied himself to the promise, like an insect trapped in a spider's web. Even if the spider's nest was wiped out and everyone was killed or injured, the web would still be safe.

Even though Wuxi Village no longer exists, he still has to fulfill his promise.

Fulfilling a promise is never easy. It is easy to destroy it, but it is even more difficult to protect it. Therefore, most of the benevolent people in this world live in a more miserable life than the villains.

But Shen Zhaoyun has kept this secret until today, at the last moment when the arrow was hanging on the string, his heart was really tenacious.

Zhuo Yinglian made sure that there was no one around, so she let go of her vigilance, sighed, and said, "I really can't think of it. I searched all over the famous mountains and rivers, but I still found nothing, but the secret I was looking for has always been hidden by my side."

A voice answered her: "Things in this world are often like this. The most important things are often placed where they are easiest to ignore."

It was Lu Zhengqiu who spoke.

Zhuo Yinglian turned her head suddenly, her eyes were as sharp as a hidden weapon in her hand, but Lu Zhengqiu's expression didn't change at all, he just looked into the distance vaguely, with a bit of bewilderment on his face.

He is already a disabled person who can't see anything. When he walks, he has to lean on a bare bamboo stick, and he has to stop every few steps to test left and right.At this moment, even if the tip of a knife is pointed at his neck, he may not be able to detect it.

But his attitude is still indifferent.

After the window called the eye is closed, no one can guess his true meaning.

Zhuo Yinglian really couldn't figure him out, but after nine years of separation, he seemed to be a different person, and there were many unfathomable schemings for no reason.

Right now, Zhuo Yinglian only felt more and more anxious, so she turned to Lu Zhengqiu and said angrily, "They have already escaped, what else do you have to do next?"

Lu Zhengqiu replied unhurriedly: "The place where they fled is the underground canal in the city. Anyi City has a vast expanse of streets, including the imperial city and beggars' dens. The road is full of various obstacles, but the underground water source is connected. .”

"So they have a clear path and can go anywhere."

"They will definitely go to the place I wrote in the letter."

"really?"

"It's true."

"If you play tricks on me, it will never do any good."

Lu Zhengqiu was startled, and then laughed softly: "That's natural, your eyes are my eyes, I can't walk an inch without you, you have read every word of the letter I wrote, even the letter you brought me to... An alley, what tricks do you think I have to play?"

Zhuo Yinglian stared at him: "Of course I can't trust you, Di Dongqing trusts you so much, didn't you also deceive him?"

Lu Zhengqiu shook his head: "If you finally had a sweetheart, but was snatched away by others with loyalty and filial piety, you would also go crazy. Between deceiving him and losing him, how would you choose?"

Zhuo Yinglian let out a snort from deep in his nose, and said coldly, "I won't choose."

Could it be that what Lu Zhengqiu encountered in these nine years was love, she has never experienced it, so naturally she has no way of understanding it.No matter who it is for, she will never turn herself into a blind and disabled person.

"Let's go," she waved her hand, "Mr. Xia is still waiting."

The stern young man came out of Shen Zhaoyun's room with a dull expression on his face.

"Anything?" she asked.

The boy replied briefly: "There are only some books, all of which are useless."

Unwilling to be reconciled, Zhuo Ying simply walked into the door and looked around in the dim moonlight.

The room was really empty, there were no tables and chairs, only a bare bed board, some books were randomly piled up at the foot of the bed, she walked over and looked through them, they were all anecdotes from various places, probably to pass the time.

The night wind came in through the open window, and gushed out along the door, leaving behind a fluttering sound.

Zhuo Yinglian practiced kungfu on strings, and she is very sensitive to sound, the depressing sound of the wind poured into her ears, as if someone was whimpering softly.

Could it be that this depressed roof tile has foreseen what kind of ending its owner will usher in?

She only hesitated for a moment, then turned and left the room, closed the door tightly behind her, and ended the discordant music behind her.

Mercy was never on her strings.

Her two companions were still in the courtyard, she walked towards Lu Zhengqiu, holding a thin needle between her fingers.

The thin needles are taken out of the needle barrel of the funeral feather, delicate and graceful.

It was the evil root that ruined her happiness, and it was also her most powerful weapon.

It is so fierce and ruthless, even with dim eyes, it can still detect the chill spreading from the needle tip.

For the first time, Lu Zhengqiu showed surprise on his calm face.

She was very satisfied, and she wanted to let this man know how high the price of giving up her eyes was.

"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you, just make sure you will listen to me."

She took Lu Zhengqiu's hand and pierced the thin needle into his wrist.

The sky in the east has already turned pale, but the deep palace is still silent.

On weekdays, at this hour, the servants had already started sweeping the halls of the palace, the stove was lit in the imperial dining room, and the officials and officials changed their clothes and bathed to prepare for the morning court.

However, today, all these hustle and bustle no longer exist, because of the relationship of the great sacrifice, everyone has gone to the altar and took their seats diligently before the rising sun.

There is only one exception.

King Yuchang still stayed in the mansion, walking through the lush bamboo forest alone, the sound of lonely footsteps echoed in the corridor.

He walked very slowly, his steps were indescribably heavy, and every step was firm.

Because he was holding a woman in his arms.

The woman was sleeping deeply, unaware of her situation. She could not be blamed for this, because the tea soup she was familiar with was mixed with strange medicine, and she would sleep until the medicine faded away.

I'm afraid she can't wait until the medicine wears off.

King Chang lowered his eyes and saw the face exposed from the thin quilt. Looking carefully, that face was quite similar to his own. He only took a quick glance and dared not look again.

That person was his brother's daughter, who was also his greatest rival.

"Even if you are a princess, you are only a female generation after all."

He sighed softly, and the guilt in his heart eased a lot.

The struggle for power and position was originally a competition for winners and losers, so he should feel lucky.If it was really Si Yujing he was facing, he would not have won so easily.However, Si Yutong personally admitted his identity at the moment of life and death, which created a chance for him to win.

A woman with an extremely gentle nature can't resist the word of love after all.

A voice reassured him: "Don't worry, she won't be in pain."

He looked up, and the man standing with his hands behind his back by the door at the end of the road was Xia Qiyuan.

Xia Qiyuan came back from the dead and waited for King Chang's arrival in safety.

But Xia Qiyuan is not alive, his face is still terribly bruised, if you go to hold his hand, you will still only touch the cold skin.

Anyone who encounters this situation will inevitably feel a chill behind him.

In fact, the only person who caught him waking up had become an actual corpse.

It was the poor imperial doctor Yu, who was terrified before he died, and passed out before Xia Qiyuan even used the knife.

Thanks to this, Imperial Doctor Yu didn't suffer too much pain when he died, let alone witness the tragedy that was about to happen.

Xia Qiyuan had a faint smile on his face, watching the sky gradually usher in the dawn, with a benevolent expression like a real doctor.