Lingbo Luanqing Song

When the news of Zhao Mingde's execution came, King Mu Zhao Yang was so distraught that he fell unconscious after crying to the sky. When Zhao Ling heard the news and rushed to Prince Mu's residence with the prisoners, the entire Prince Mu's residence was already crying.

The prisoner stepped forward to check on Zhao Yang's condition, and after a while he came out and shook his head and said: "King Mu is in a hurry, his pulse has been cut off, and his subordinates have no power to recover."

Princess Mu fainted after hearing this, Zhao Ling just wanted to step forward to help her, but was pushed away by Zhao Mingge.

"Ming Song..."

"you go!"

The two words of extreme resentment tore the eardrums, Zhao Ling's heart seemed to be hit hard, and the pain penetrated to the marrow.He exited the room chaotically and sat down in a corner.

All the servants in the room were kicked out, and the prisoner also pushed the door out after half a stick of incense, "My lord, Princess Mu is fine, just take care of her."

Zhao Ling nodded blankly: "Prisoner, you can just wait in Prince Mu's mansion."

The prisoner said yes, looking at the decadent Zhao Ling at this moment, he hesitated and said, "It's cold in spring, my lord, don't sit on the ground for too long, you have just recovered from a serious illness, and you have worked hard for days without rest, and your body is afraid." It's too much."

Zhao Ling didn't want to say more, "You step back."

Zhao Mingge took Zhao Yang's saber and held it in his hand for a moment without leaving Princess Mu's side. Only prisoners and a few imperial doctors could go in and out of the room. Others who wanted to step through the threshold were injured by the sword if they couldn't run fast.

The two or three days passed was dull and lengthy, and the entire Mu Palace was completely desolate.

Jinse felt sorry for Zhao Ling, who had been guarding the front of the house, and took the fleece pad and brocade quilt, but Zhao Ling refused.

Concubine Mu finally woke up, and the prison guards rushed to send Concubine to the Nanyuan of the palace to recuperate. Only then did the servants of the mansion dare to come forward. After a while of fuss, a group of people carried Concubine Mu to Nanyuan. Zhao Ling followed far behind.

When he reached the edge of Yao Lake, Zhao Mingge slowly slowed down and fell from the crowd.

The surrounding gradually became quiet, and the shady weeping willows were reflected by the lake, hiding the two figures one behind the other in the ripples.

The sun is strong and the garden is full of flowers.

Zhao Mingge unsheathed his sharp sword, turned around and pointed his sword at Zhao Ling's face: "Now that my father and brother are dead, I will never threaten the imperial power of your Siyang clan again. Why are you still following me?!"

Zhao Ling looked at the person in front of him, the eyes that gleamed with laughter, which had made him fall into it countless times, looked at him now, but they were full of hatred.

Zhao Ling took two steps forward, suddenly grasped the sharp sword with his left hand, fixed his eyes on Zhao Mingge, and choked his throat: "No matter how much you miss me now, the most urgent thing right now is that after the funeral of King Mu, you must take Your concubine quickly followed Jin Se and left!"

Zhao Mingge laughed lightly, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes were like enchanting blooming peonies, wrapped in murderous aura, and with a fierce sword edge, he slashed across Zhao Ling's slender finger bones, cut three parts into the flesh, and pierced half a finger on his chest.

"Father Wang Zhengzhan has made great military exploits for Dayun all his life, but he didn't expect his head to die and his son to die. Right now, I only hope that my father and brother's heavenly spirits are still alive, and I curse you, Siyang, to die!" Zhao Mingge's voice was extremely cold.

A bright red flower protruded from his chest and bloomed on Zhao Ling's plain robe.Dazzling red flowed from the fingers, splashing drop by drop on the feet of the two.

At this moment, Zhao Ling didn't seem to feel the pain in her body. She stared closely at the lover in front of her, and moved forward little by little. The sword's edge pierced her chest an inch, and the bone-piercing chill became even more intense.

When the sharp sword pierced the bone and came out through the chest, Zhao Mingge's lips were also close at hand.Zhao Ling's eyes fell on it, but it seemed that she didn't have the qualifications to kiss. All the warmth of the past was sealed in it, and only the bone-destroying cold was left.

"Are you... going to kill me?"

Heavy panting came out of his mouth, spraying on Zhao Mingge's lips was hot and sweet.

"You are the person Si Yang Chengqian cares about the most. If I kill you, I want him to taste the feeling of losing a loved one!"

Zhao Mingge's words are pearls, and he used his internal strength to slap Zhao Ling's face with a palm. Zhao Ling leaned back, and the sharp sword on his chest was pulled out by rubbing against his ribs. Above the floating pink and white.

Zhao Ling fell down by the lake, his hair in a bun swaying in the wind, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his throat, staining Zhao Mingge's auspicious cloud boots three feet away.

The Zhao Ling in front of him had already become a blood man, and his plain clothes and brocade robe were completely stained with blood.The smell of blood filled the air, Zhao Mingge's eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, and the saber in his hand trembled slightly.

Zhao Ling struggled to get up, his back was bent down by the gradually coming pain.

"I can't do anything about the fact that I have the blood of the Siyang family on my body. Now that your father and brother are both dead because of my father's will, I can't argue with it...cough cough cough cough..."

Zhao Ling covered his chest, panting heavily,

"Ruo Ruo... If Ruo Zhier kills me, I can make up for the pain of bereavement, and it can be regarded as the last thing I can do for you..."

The words were interrupted here abruptly, layers of cold gushing out along with every joint of the body invaded the skin and flesh, eroding the only remaining warmth in the body, the figure in front of him was gradually felt sleepy Layers peeled off, Zhao Ling finally couldn't resist, his eyes went dark, and he fell into the lake.

The sword in Zhao Ming's singer fell with the splash of Zhao Ling's fall into the lake. She stood there with a blank mind and tears streaming from her eyes.

"No... my father and brother are gone, Ling'er, you can't... don't want me anymore..."

Chaos came forward and just wanted to jump into the lake, but he didn't want Jin Se to come with the wind, and with a wave of his arm, Zhao Mingge felt his right leg go limp and fell to the ground.With another splash of water, Jin Se jumped out of the lake with Zhao Ling in his arms, tapped the willow branches, and walked away on the wind.

The bright red blood water gradually infiltrated into Banchi Yao Lake and faded away. Zhao Mingge looked at the ripples in his eyes, and finally a burst of grief and anger gradually extinguished the madness in his eyes.