When Ling Yun heard Princess Huanyu ask about the eldest son of Lord Marquis, his body trembled violently, and unspeakable helplessness and bitterness came to his heart again.
He drooped his eyelids, his long eyelashes covering the ambiguous emotions under his eyes, and said with difficulty: "Don't ask me anything..."
Huanyu asked in confusion: "Jun Ma, what's wrong with you? You seem to have changed a lot during this time - tell me, what happened?"
Ling Yun leaned tiredly on the bed and said feebly: "No. I'm very tired now and want to take a rest. You can go out first!" He closed his eyes slightly and stopped paying attention to her.
Huanyu sighed resentfully and went out with Yuzhu and others.
Ling Yun was the only one in the room. The wounds on his body were aching again - his body hurt, and his heart hurt even more.
He just felt that his mind was in a mess. Sometimes he thought of his mother, Mrs. Ruan, sometimes of Mrs. Du Ge, and sometimes of He Yuting and Princess Chang Qing...
Everyone's faces turned like a revolving door in front of them, and gradually everything became blurred.
In his daze, he had a dream.
In the dream, He Yuting and Princess Chang Qing already knew his true identity, and the couple came to recognize him in tears.
Princess Chang Qing sobbed: "Lin'er, are you really my Lin'er?... Good boy, do you know how much I miss you?" As she spoke, she stretched out her arms tremblingly and hugged her tightly. he.
He Yuting also said with tears in his eyes: "Lin'er, you clearly know your life experience, but why didn't you tell me and your mother? You made us search so hard!"
Princess Chang Qing choked up and said: "God is wise, and I am finally allowed to see my son. I am so happy! Lin'er, we will always be together from now on, and we will never be separated again!"
Suddenly, a gloomy and terrifying voice came from behind, "Stop dreaming!"
Looking back, I saw two white ghosts floating in the air. They were my mother, Mrs. Ruan and Mrs. Du. They all had disheveled hair, pale faces, and dull eyes. Their expressions were extremely ferocious and terrifying.
Ling Yun stood up in a hurry, went straight to his mother, Mrs. Ruan, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Mother!"
Mrs. Ruan said coldly: "You have already found your own mother, why do you still recognize me as your adoptive mother? I have put so much effort into you in the past twenty years, but in the end, it is still not worth your flesh and blood!" "
Ge Shi also said gloomily: "He Yuting, you have done so many evil things, aren't you afraid of retribution? Now you are still thinking about the reunion of your flesh and blood, humph, stop dreaming! Even God will not agree to this. !”
As he spoke, the storm suddenly changed, and there was lightning and thunder. There was a loud noise and a dazzling electric light, hitting He Yuting and Princess Chang Qing, causing them to scream in agony.
Ling Yun shouted: "No!..." He staggered forward and rushed to rescue him; only to feel a roar in front of him, a thunderbolt hitting his chest, and a burst of pain...
Ling Yun sat up suddenly, sweating all over his body, and his heart was beating wildly. He heard Huan Yu on the side say in panic: "Jun Ma, Jun Ma, what's wrong with you?..."
Ling Yun regained consciousness little by little; he slowly opened his eyes, and it took him a long time to see clearly the worried face of the beautiful lady sitting in front of him, holding him tightly, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Huan Yu asked anxiously: "Jun Ma, how are you feeling now? Are you okay?"
Ling Yun closed his eyes and calmed down for a while, then gently shook his head...
Besides, He Luwei returned to the Marquis's Mansion dejectedly.
In front of He Yuting and Princess Chang Qing, he recounted the cold reception he received at Junma's Mansion today in an embellished manner, including many dissatisfaction and slight remarks about Ling Yun's indifferent hospitality.
Princess Chang Qing opened her eyes in disbelief, "No way, how could Zhichao be such a person? I have dealt with him several times before, and he has always been gentle and elegant, with a very easy-going and friendly personality. He’s very good at getting things done!”
"Of course he tried his best to please the princess!..." He Luwei curled his lips and said disapprovingly: Oh, princess, Lord Marquis, you didn't see him like that at that time, with a stinky face, Cold as ice, as if everyone owes him a debt..."
Princess Chang Qing frowned and said quietly: "What's wrong with this child? Did he encounter something troublesome? He was not like this before!"
He Yuting's eyes became distant and he sighed: "Princess, how many times have you met him, and how much do you know about him? Even though he seems easy-going and smooth on the surface, and easy to talk to; but when his stubborn and awkward temperament comes up, It’s really unbearable!…”
Princess Changqing seemed to believe it or not, and said "oh" vaguely; her head was lowered, thoughtfully.
He Luwei frowned and said, "But Lord Marquis, after what you said, I do feel that Commander Ling's words and deeds today are a bit abnormal; he seems to be very resistant to the eldest son's affairs, and seems to be unwilling to do anything." I didn’t want to explain too much, I just flatly rejected the slave and left in a hurry.”
He Yuting's deep eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice: "This just shows that Ling Yun must know something about Lin'er; it's just that for some ulterior reasons, he doesn't want to say it..."
He Luwei responded: "That's what the Marquis said; I privately think that some people should be sent to keep an eye on him secretly, and maybe we can get unexpected gains."
He Yuting nodded approvingly and said: "You are right. Steward, I will leave this matter to you. Remember, the personnel sent must be carefully selected, safe and reliable, and they must be cautious and cautious in doing things; Ling Yun has been an official in the Ministry of Justice for many years, and what kind of person he is, it would be bad if he gets aware of it and makes the matter bigger."
He Lu stood with his hands lowered and said respectfully: "Yes, I understand."...
In front of Ge's grave, stood a young man in flowing white clothes.
The grass and trees were rustling, and the surrounding area was desolate and desolate; the wind whimpered and the rain fell, wetting the simple and icy words on the tombstone: Tomb of Gurdjieff.
"The ghosts in autumn graves sing Bao family poems, and they hate the blue in the soil for thousands of years..."
Ling Yun silently recited this low-pitched poem with a sad expression on his face.
He slowly leaned down and threw the paper money piece by piece into the bleak flames. Looking at the gray butterflies slowly turning into ashes and flying all over the sky in front of him, he felt that his heart was darkening little by little just like these gray butterflies.
"Mrs. Du, no, I think I'd better call you wet nurse - Ling Yun is here to see you. Wet nurse, in fact, you already know that I am Lin'er, the one you once cared for and loved in every possible way, and finally killed with your own hands. Damn Lin'er..."
"If I had told my true identity earlier, maybe you wouldn't have died. I just don't understand why the grievances of the previous generation must be implicated in the next generation? How I wish He Yuting wasn't me My father; I even hope that Lin'er, who was taken away by you twenty-four years ago, was murdered by you at that time!"
"But why didn't Lin'er die at that time - otherwise, maybe so many things wouldn't have happened today..."
Suddenly a cold laughter came from behind. Ling Yun turned around and saw Du Zhenghai dressed in black, carrying a sword on his shoulder and walking towards him with a solemn expression.
Ling Yun was startled, "Brother Du, why are you still here? Don't you know how dangerous it is here?"
Du Zhenghai didn't answer, but said coldly: "I heard everything you just said."
Ling Yun was stunned for a moment.
Du Zhenghai said: "Tell me, are you really the Lin'er from twenty years ago? Are you really He Yuting's son?"
Ling Yun's face turned pale, his pupils trembled slightly, and the light in his eyes instantly shattered.
Du Zhenghai's face turned cold and he said in a trembling voice: "How could it be possible? How could it be possible?... You and He Yuting are so different in personality and behavior. How can you be his son?"
Ling Yun said: "Brother Du! I don't want to do this either, but God's will cannot be violated."
Du Zhenghai looked straight at Ling Yun's face and suddenly laughed: "The facts are the facts. You and He Yuting are indeed very similar in image, temperament, words and deeds. No wonder you went out of your way to save He Yuting when I assassinated him last time. ——I finally understand now!”
Ling Yun's heart seemed to be pulled by something, and it ached in waves.
Du Zhenghai quickly pulled out his long sword and said sternly: "Since you are the son of an enemy, then you and I are sworn enemies!"
The sword pointed, and the cold tip of the sword pressed against Ling Yun's chest.
Ling Yun looked at Jian Feng silently, his body motionless.
Du Zhenghai said angrily: "Ling Yun, are you a fool? Why don't you fight back? Draw your sword!"
Ling Yun said: "Brother Du, I know I owe you a lot - I won't fight back. If you want to kill or chop, you can do whatever you want."
Du Zhenghai said angrily: "Ling Yun, stop being hypocritical. Do you think I won't hate you anymore? Stop dreaming!"
With a "White Rainbow Penetrating the Sun" move, the long sword went straight to Ling Yun's heart.
Ling Yun closed his eyes, waiting for the thrilling feeling of the sword piercing his chest.
With just a "swipe" sound, Du Zhenghai's long sword did not stab Ling Yun's chest, but it went sideways. The breeze swept away the fallen leaves, and lifted it on Ling Yun's left arm. With a "second pull", the clothes on his arm were It has been cut open all at once.
Ling Yun was startled, then turned to look at the ripped clothes, revealing the dark red Qilin birthmark on his left arm.
Du Zhenghai looked at the Qilin birthmark, smiled bitterly and said: "Now it can be confirmed that you are indeed the eldest son of the Marquis Mansion!..."
His eyes as deep as the cold night were immediately stained with a layer of frost. He pointed his sword and said: "There is nothing to say now. Today you and I must come to an end. Ling Yun, draw your sword. You are not going to die now." It’s my death!”
Ling Yun said indifferently: "I said, I won't do anything."
Du Zhenghai was stunned for a moment, "You really didn't fight back?... Do you really want to die? Okay, then I will help you!"
There was cold murderous intent in his gloomy eyes, and he raised his sword.
Just as Fang was about to take action, his expression suddenly changed and he shouted in a deep voice: "Who is it?..."
Laughing wildly all the time.
Suddenly, ambushes arose around the two of them. He Yuting and Ying Chuanlin suddenly appeared from somewhere, like divine soldiers descended from heaven, without any foreshadowing or warning.
He Yuting glanced at Ling Yun, then looked back at Du Zhenghai, a glimmer of light flashed in his gloomy eyes, and he said leisurely: "I only wanted to catch a few shrimps, but unexpectedly I caught a big fish - today's harvest is really Not small!”
