Ying Chuanlin begged Ling Yun to give him a break and kill him with one sword; Ling Yun finally showed a trace of emotion on his face, "Okay! I will grant you your wish."
The tip of his toe suddenly lifted Ying Chuanlin's long sword from the ground, and with a cold and cruel "Flying Flower Chasing the Moon" movement, the sword was as powerful as a rainbow, and with one pounce, it penetrated right into Ying Chuanlin's front heart! …
The tip of the sword came out from the back of his heart, and blood poured out like a fountain, splashing all over Ling Yun.
Ying Chuanlin smiled miserably, "Junior brother, thank you..." He tilted his head and stopped moving.
Ling Yun's face was pale and he stood as tall as a pillar.
The moonlight was like water, coldly washing his handsome and desolate face; the wind rustled, blowing his blood-stained white clothes, and his flying messy hair...
The next day, the morning light was dim.
The waning moon is like a tarnished pebble, its color disappearing little by little into the horizon; the sun is still shining in the clouds, and through a trace of reddish glow, it becomes more and more radiant and charming.
In the Marquis's house, Princess Chang Qing sat blankly in the brocade pavilion where Ling Yun once lived, slowly looking through the clothes in the blue package, the fish-green sword he once used, and the amulet. I thought about it for a while and cried for a while, but no matter how others tried to persuade me, they couldn't stop it.
He Yuting and He Chengqi, father and son, were standing behind her with their heads drooped, looking downcast.
Seeing the grief-stricken look of Princess Chang Qing, He Yuting felt bursts of sorrow in his heart. He politely advised: "Princess, you don't have to be too sad. Although Zhichao is a bit stubborn in character, he can't deal with this kind of thing." But he is smart, agile, and at ease. I think he will be fine..."
Princess Chang Qing's face turned pale and her voice choked with sobs: "Don't comfort me with such words anymore. After all, whoever the knife cuts will truly feel the pain - He Yuting, let me ask you, is he your son?" , how come you are still so calm and calm at this time!..."
He Yuting was choked for a moment and could not speak. His face was gloomy and he lowered his head feebly.
Princess Chang Qing looked forward blankly and said dullly: "He Yuting, let me ask you, when did you first know about that matter?"
He Yuting was stunned for a moment, "What?..."
Princess Chang Qing's eyes trembled violently with emotion, and a bleak smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "He Yuting, are you still pretending to be stupid with me now?..."
Under Princess Chang Qing's aggressive gaze, He Yuting could no longer hold on any longer and couldn't help but murmured: "Oh, it's hard to explain this matter..."
Then, he briefly recounted the disturbing things that happened a few months ago.
——At that time, Ling Yun was seriously injured and urgently needed a blood transfusion. Mr. Liu Liu treated Ling Yun's injuries... By chance, he discovered the amulet and the dark red unicorn birthmark on Ling Yun's left arm... Later, after blood test, he learned that he It matched Ling Yun's blood... Then he knew that Ling Yun was his long-lost son...
Princess Chang Qing struggled to stand up and walked step by step in front of He Yuting. She looked at him with resentment in her tear-filled eyes and said word by word: "Since you already know that Zhichao is our long-lost son. , why do you refuse to recognize him and keep hiding it from me?"
The muscles on He Yuting's face twitched painfully. Although he had a lot of rebuttal words in his heart, he didn't know how to speak when the words came to his mouth. He just sighed heavily and said nothing.
Princess Chang Qing said in a trembling voice: "Just half a month ago, when Zhichao was recuperating in our mansion, I had discussed with you to recognize him as our adopted son, but you kept hesitating and pushing back in every possible way, but you just didn't want to. Willing to tell the truth - tell me, why?..."
He Yuting was in a state of confusion, just like a child who had done something wrong and was scolded in front of a strict parent, he just sighed and lowered his head in silence.
Princess Chang Qing turned her face and turned her sharp gaze to He Chengqi who was aside. Her voice was as cold as ice and she said: "And you! Ming Ming had discovered that amulet a long time ago and knew that he was your eldest brother. Not only did he refuse to Acknowledge him, but instead say such sarcastic words to hurt his heart, or even drive him away - He Chengqi, let me ask you, what were you thinking at that time? Could it be that your heart is the same as your father's, as cold as Iron stone?..."
He Chengqi shrank all over, his face turned earth-colored, and he suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, sobbing and saying: "Madam, I was wrong! In fact, I don't want to be like this, but when I think of the situation in the past, the fake eldest son of the Marquis Mansion always bullied me. , I still have lingering fears; now that there is another so-called eldest son of the Marquis Mansion, I get angry when I hear it, and I can't help but feel a sense of resistance in my heart...
"That's why I made sarcastic remarks and made sarcastic remarks to my eldest brother; but my eldest brother ignored the past grudges and repaid evil with kindness. In order to save me, he did not hesitate to put himself in danger and put himself in danger...
"Now that I think about it, I really regret it! I... I just want to slap myself in the mouth now - aunt, you can hit me or scold me, as long as you can relieve your anger..."
Princess Chang Qing said numbly: "What's the use of beating you and scolding you? Can it bring back my Lin'er's safe return?" She became more and more sad as she spoke. She couldn't help but slumped down on the chair, covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.
He Yuting and He Chengqi, father and son, looked at each other with ashen faces, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.
At this time, there was a burst of rapid footsteps outside the door, and then He Luwei, the housekeeper of the Marquis Mansion, rushed in at a trot.
He was sweating profusely, with a look of shock and joy on his face, and said incoherently: "Master Marquis, princess, what a great happy event, outside...outside..."
What a happy event? Now that we have come to this point, what other happy events will there be? Princess Chang Qing and He Yuting frowned in confusion.
He Yuting said feebly: "What is going on? Tell me quickly!"
He Luwei's excited eyes flashed with astonishment, "Ling Yun is outside... No, it's the eldest son who is back!..."
He Yuting was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what he meant, and repeated, "What did you say?..."
He Luwei suppressed his overwhelming excitement and said in a trembling voice: "It's really the eldest son who is back. He...he asked the old slave to come in and report..."
He Yuting was still at a loss as to what to do; Princess Chang Qing stood up suddenly and staggered towards the door. No matter how the people behind her called her, she would not look back.
All the restraint, solemnity and etiquette were gone at this moment. All she could think about was seeing her son right away and seeing with her own eyes whether he was really okay.
The guards and servants in the Marquis' Mansion looked at their mistress in confusion or surprise. In their minds, Princess Chang Qing has always been dignified, graceful and elegant. How have they ever seen her look so glum now?
Finally Princess Chang Qing ran to the door of the house in one breath. From a long distance, she saw the familiar and kind figure standing in the wind.
Just like when they met for the first time in the Marquis's mansion, Ling Yun was still dressed in white clothes with scarf and sword sleeves. He was as majestic and handsome as a jade tree in the wind.
Although he had just experienced a thrilling life-and-death battle; although he had just wandered around the line of life and death, his body was stained with blood, his clothes were disheveled, and his expression looked a bit lost and decadent, he still could not conceal the look in his black and white eyes. The charming and moving look that comes out of her, and the chic and elegant temperament that emanates from her bones.
The moment she saw him, Princess Chang Qing finally let out a long breath from the bottom of her heart, and her heart that had been hanging around finally returned to her stomach.
She knew that his Lin'er was blessed with good fortune and had finally saved himself from danger and returned safely.
When Ling Yun saw Princess Chang Qing, he hurriedly walked over two steps ahead and saluted her respectfully: "Auntie."
Princess Chang Qing's inquiring eyes roamed up and down his body, and she asked nervously: "Zhichao, you...are you okay?"
Ling Yun raised his eyebrows and smiled, Qing Jun moved, "Don't worry, aunt, I'm fine."
"That's good, that's good... Hey - what's wrong with your face?" Princess Chang Qing's confused eyes stayed on his handsome and pale forehead that was cut by Ying Chuanlin's sword blade. On the face.
At that time, Ying Chuanlin was frantic and wanted to destroy his appearance. If Lian Nanchun hadn't appeared in time to save him, Ling Yun didn't dare to think about the consequences.
His expression was stagnant for a moment, but he soon calmed down. If he didn't care, he said, "Oh, I just got scratched accidentally, it's okay."
Princess Chang Qing's eyes full of heartache and worry stared at him without blinking, with a hint of reproach: "Hey, you kid, why are you always so reckless? You don’t cherish yourself!”
Ling Yun's heart, which was so cold that it was almost frozen into ice, was melted a little bit by the other party's warm eyes and thoughtful words.
Looking at his biological mother in front of him, who knew each other well but had not yet had time to recognize each other, he suddenly felt like crying.
"Aunt..." A thin layer of red rose like a river, slowly spreading to his entire eye socket. He just choked out these two words, and the following words seemed to be choked by something, and he could no longer speak.
At this time, He Yuting, He Chengqi, He Luwei and others also came in a hurry.
Seeing Princess Chang Qing and mother and son Ling Yun holding hands facing each other, with tears in their eyes, they were speechless. Looking around again, the guards and family members were secretly looking at this side curiously, and some even began to whisper to each other. , He Yuting felt a little embarrassed on his face.
He coughed slightly, breaking the stalemate in front of him.
Then he cleared his throat and reminded them softly: "Princess, you see the distinguished guests are coming, why don't you quickly invite them to the house to have a chat? Is it possible that Zhichao has returned safely? You are too excited and give the due I have forgotten all the etiquette! Let’s stop talking, let’s go in and talk!”
