When He Chengqi learned that Ling Yun was the real eldest son of Lord Hou, he was very resistant and told him to leave here immediately.
Then he Shi Shiran walked out, but was unexpectedly held hostage at the sword by a masked thief who had been lurking outside the door for a long time.
Ling Yun looked at the visitor with attention. The person who came was dressed in black, with a black scarf covering his face, holding a sword in his right hand and holding a hostage, but the sleeve of his left arm was empty - it turned out that the person was a one-armed disabled person.
Ling Yun looked at the other person's figure and behavior, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt, and his heart couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"
The person suddenly raised his head and stared at him with a pair of dazzling eyes. The eyes were full of fierce anger and hatred, which looked eerie and terrifying.
He raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Junior brother, you are such a noble person who forgets things!"
"Senior brother?..." Ling Yun raised his eyes and met the visitor's scorching eyes. His heart trembled unconsciously, and he felt that two flames of hatred were burning in those eyes, and their blazing temperature seemed to burn him to ashes.
"So you're not dead?..." Looking at the person in front of him in surprise, Ling Yun couldn't help blurting out.
The person who came was none other than his former senior brother Ying Chuanlin. The man whose left arm was cut off by him with a sword on the cliff that day and then forced off the cliff.
Ying Chuanlin's eyes were gloomy, the muscles on his face were twitching faintly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "My revenge has not been avenged, my wish has not been fulfilled, how can I die now? - Ling Yun, you have hurt me like this, I I want you to die!..."
Ling Yun frowned slightly and said, "I know you hate me and want to kill me, so just come after me. There is no need to hurt innocent people - let Mr. He go first."
Ying Chuanlin's eyes were like knives, filled with cold murderous intent, and he said almost every word through his teeth: "I can let him go, but you must replace him!"
Ling Yun's eyebrows were raised, his eyes were as dark as night, and there was a moment of stagnation on his face.
Ying Chuanlin looked at Ling Yun's stunned look and suddenly laughed sinisterly, "Do you know why I made this request? Because I could clearly hear the conversation between you two outside the door just now - now I Only then did I realize that the real eldest son of Lord Marquis is you, Commander Ling!"
Having said this, he looked at him from top to bottom with a joking look, his eyes full of jealousy and hatred, and said with a strange look: "Junior brother, why do you think your life is so good! The Minister of the Ministry of Justice If you don’t serve as the commander of the bodyguards, you can still be your Xiaoyao County Horse Master; if you don’t serve as the County Horse Master, you can still be your eldest son of the Marquis Mansion..."
Ling Yun said expressionlessly: "Senior brother."
Ying Chuanlin continued: "However, although the eldest son of the Marquis Mansion is honorable, he is not that easy to be. As the saying goes, every gain must come with a loss. Sometimes you have to pay the price for your honorable status, such as Now - He Chengqi is in my hands, can you bear to watch him die, and it's because of you..."
Ling Yun was still standing calmly, and there seemed to be no ripples in his dark and cold eyes. He said in a cold voice: "Ying Chuanlin, you are so despicable!"
Ying Chuanlin sneered and said: "As long as I can get revenge, I don't care about the morality of the world. Now I count to three, you immediately throw away the sword and come over; otherwise I will kill him immediately!"
Ling Yun's distant eyes turned, "Ying Chuanlin, are you talking nonsense? Whether you kill him or not has nothing to do with me. Why should I obey your mercy?"
Ying Chuanlin stared hard at Ling Yun's eyes with a pair of cold eyes, not missing any subtle change in the other person's eyes, "You said you have something to do with him. Since you are the eldest son of the Marquis' Mansion, isn't this person the same person?" Your biological brother?"
"Brother?..." The emotions in Ling Yun's eyes suddenly trembled violently, and a bleak smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I wanted to recognize this younger brother just now, but ask him, is he willing to admit that I am a real brother?" My brother’s?”
He Chengqi's face turned pale and he said in a trembling voice: "Brother, I was wrong! I really shouldn't have treated you like that just now. Please, please save me. I really don't want to die!"
Ying Chuanlin's dark eyes flickered several times, "Junior brother, now your brother is begging you to save him, are you still indifferent? In fact, you should also know very well that I am here for you this time. It was just his misfortune that he happened to hit my knife edge.
"Now, you have two choices before you:
"1. You obey my arrangement, throw away the sword and come over obediently, and I will spare your brother's life. How can you die in this way?
"Two, if you don't obey my arrangement, then I will kill him first, and then fight to the death with you, and then your brother will die for you!
"It's up to you to decide where to go! Okay, I'm starting to count, one, two..."
He Chengqi was horrified and said repeatedly: "No, don't!...Martial Master Ying, when you were working in the Marquis' Mansion, I treated you very badly...You, you can't do this, you must not do this..."
At this time, Ying Chuanlin's hair and beard were all spread out, and his face was twisted, like a she-wolf trapped in a cave and in a desperate situation. She was about to tear the prey in her hands into pieces at any time, and shouted: "Shut up!"
As he spoke, the cold long sword in his hand pressed inward, slicing He Chengqi's neck. Blood gurgled down his collar, turning a large piece of clothing on his chest red. The red area was shocking. .
He Chengqi trembled all over and screamed miserably, looking extremely painful.
At this time, He Yuting and Princess Chang Qing had heard the news and came over. The guards of the Marquis' Mansion also rushed over, holding swords and murderous intent, and surrounded the entire courtyard.
Everyone watched eagerly, bows were unsheathed and swords were drawn, ready to go. But seeing that the two young masters of the Hou Ye Mansion were in the hands of the enemy, they all threw themselves into fear and did not dare to act rashly.
Ying Chuanlin's scarlet eyes were bleeding, and he almost roared: "Ling Yun, I have to count to three! - Since you are brothers, I don't believe that you, an elder brother, can be so cruel. My brother died for you!"
As he spoke, he put some force on his hands.
Ling Yun shouted in a deep voice: "Stop!"
He gritted his teeth, slowly turned his face sideways, and closed his eyes. No one knew what kind of struggle he was having in his heart at this moment; when he opened his eyes again, there was determination in his eyes, "As long as you can let him go, I can promise you."
Ying Chuanlin smiled with the pleasure of a successful conspiracy: "Okay, you are indeed my good junior brother. He does things for others, he is a man. But -"
He paused for a moment, turned his deep eyes, and said grimly: "Junior brother, I advise you not to play any tricks with me. You and I have been in the same sect for so many years, and we have been together day and night. Who doesn't know who is who? If I find out that you dare to have any thoughts with me, I will kill him immediately!"
Ling Yun smiled bitterly and said: "In front of your glaring eyes, senior brother, what chance will I have to have other thoughts? As of now, I don't care what you do, as long as you let him go."
As he spoke, he threw the sword to the ground with a bang, then lowered his hands and walked step by step to Ying Chuanlin.
When he was about four feet away from Ying Chuanlin, Ying Chuanlin's hand was like lightning, he reversed the hilt of the sword and hit Ling Yun's shoulder blade and soft and numb points.
Ling Yun's body went numb, and he stood as tall as a pillar, unable to move.
Ying Chuanlin suddenly threw He Chengqi away, and then with a "Flying Flower Chasing the Moon" move, the long sword in his hand moved horizontally, forcing it to Ling Yun's neck.
He smiled proudly and said: "Commander Ling, Commander Ma Ye, my junior brother, didn't you expect that you would also have today!"
He Yuting shouted: "Bold thief, don't be so arrogant. You are now surrounded and unable to fly. Why don't you just surrender and be captured?"
Ying Chuanlin sneered: "Master He, why are you so arrogant? Your son is now in my hands. If you dare to act rashly, I will kill him immediately!"
He Yuting was startled and said: "You...are you Ying Martial Master?...So you are not dead..."
Ying Chuanlin smiled sadly, "It's rare that the Marquis still remembers me as a former martial artist. Isn't this all thanks to your son?..."
He Yuting looked at him with obscure eyes, and the expression on his face gradually became stiff; he sighed and hung his head slumped.
Princess Chang Qing raised her eyebrows and said curiously: "What son, that thief Wu, what are you talking about?"
Ying Chuanlin's eyes flashed with anger, "What, princess, doesn't you know yet? This Commander Ling is the eldest son of Lord Marquis, He Chenglin, and your biological son, princess!"
Princess Chang Qing didn't seem to understand. She was speechless for a long time, and then murmured for a long time: "What are you talking about, I don't understand..."
Ying Chuanlin said: "Why, princess, don't you believe it? Then ask your own husband and son!"
Princess Chang Qing turned back and said to He Yuting and He Chengqi: "Consort, Qi'er, is this true?...Why don't you speak? You speak!"
He Yuting was so confused that he sighed and remained silent.
He Chengqi lowered his eyelids and said calmly: "Mother, this is true..."
Princess Chang Qing felt her head was buzzing, her mind went blank, and it seemed that she couldn't hear any sound for a while. Her eyes were filled with dizziness, and her delicate body was shaky, almost collapsing on the ground. Thanks to the maids Biyun and Yancui beside her, they supported her.
He Chengqi's words resonated strongly in her heart, and at that moment, her originally confused and chaotic thoughts suddenly became clear.
Yes, she knew it had to be true.
Three years ago, Ling Yun came to Lord Hou's Mansion to pick up the newly married Princess Huanyu. From the first moment she saw Ling Yun at that time, the inexplicable and cordial feeling deep in her heart had already filled her heart. It's hinted at, isn't it?
A few days ago, Ling Yun was recuperating from an injury in Lord Hou's Mansion. When she faced Ling Yun's mother and son, the look in his eyes that was about to burst into tears when he stared at her affectionately, and the expression on his face that he hesitated to speak, didn't it also give her a good reminder? ?
It was only now that she figured out what this was for. She only resented herself. Why was she so slow back then? Why couldn't she understand the deeper meaning?
She struggled to get up and rushed forward desperately. Everyone quickly grabbed her, "Princess, please don't do this. It's dangerous ahead!"
Princess Chang Qing stared straight into Ling Yun's eyes with her clear eyes, and said with tears in her eyes: "Lin'er, are you really my Lin'er?..."
