Two black-clad assassins, a man and a woman, broke into the courtyard where He Chengqi was being held and brutally assassinated him.
Ling Yun's eyes were covered with hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, you killed my brother, and I will make you pay for it with blood!..."
As he spoke, he swiped his long sword in his hand, sending flowers and jade flying, directly attacking the two of them.
Upon seeing this, Yang Zhen shouted: "Brother Ling, let me help you!" After saying that, he waved his sword to meet the female assassin and took over.
The two assassins had been fighting fiercely for a long time and were already exhausted; now they encountered a strong enemy and they were already invincible after only a dozen rounds.
Especially the male assassin, under the attack of Ling Yun's outstanding and sharp sword, was already in a hurry and was in danger.
What's more, at this time, Ling Yun was heartbroken over the tragic death of He Chengqi, and hated him to the core. He used his sword ruthlessly, and his every move was deadly, and he showed no mercy.
That man's martial arts skills were much inferior to Ling Yun's, let alone in this situation.
When the two of them reached the sixteenth move of their fight, Ling Yun performed a "Burst Rain Pear Blossom Sword", three moves and nine moves with twenty-seven swords. There was a sword within the sword, and there were changes within the changes. The man was dazzled, and he felt the sword light shining in front of him. There were countless sword points, and in panic I didn’t know how to deal with them with my sword.
But when he saw the bloody light burst out, Ling Yun's long sword had penetrated into his chest.
He screamed, his eyes widened, staring at Ling Yun, seemingly unwilling to do so.
Ling Yun used force on his hand and quickly pulled out the sword. The dripping blood splashed all over Ling Yun. Then he slowly fell to the ground, tilted his head, and died.
Ling Yun raised the tip of his sword and lifted his face towel. This person turned out to be Zhang Weigu, the current martial arts master of Ding Mansion, whose pseudonym was Zhang Jin.
Ling Yun looked at him and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
But it was said that when the female assassin saw her companion die, she couldn't help but become confused and screamed: "Brother!..." As soon as her mind was gone, Yang Zhen was also hit by Yang Zhen's sword, and she fell to the ground covering the wound with her hand.
Yang Zhen stepped forward and picked off her scarf with the tip of his sword. This woman was Ling Bo'er, whose pseudonym was Ling Shan.
Lu Wen was looking at the dead and injured assassins on the ground and asked Yang Zhen: "Who are they?"
Yang Zhen cupped his hands and replied: "Master Qi, they are all the guardian martial arts masters of Ding Mansion."
Lu Wenzheng turned to Ling Bo'er, "You were sent here by Ding Jinzhi to kill people and silence them, right?"
Ling Boer was silent, as if he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and just snorted coldly.
It's really stubborn and hopeless. Lu Wenzheng curled his lips in disdain and thought to himself.
He stopped asking further questions and only ordered that Ling Bo'er be taken away to await trial.
"No need!..." Ling Bo'er suddenly laughed, the sound was shrill and long, making people feel creepy and cold.
She had a determined look on her face, and she bit a fang into pieces with such force in her mouth that purple-black blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.
Lu Wenzheng couldn't help being shocked, "You..."
Ling Bo'er's pale and bloodless face showed a faint blue-grey color; her two desperate eyes were empty and lifeless, appearing to be in a trance and dying.
She endured the pain and murmured vaguely as her lips trembled, "Lu Wenzheng, don't even think about...knowing anything from my mouth...Although I am a prostitute, I will be killed without being humiliated..."
Ling Yun sneered, with undisguised mockery and sarcasm on his handsome face, "You and Zhang Weigu betrayed the old master and took refuge in Tianxiao. You two family slaves are worthy of saying such things." ?”
"You..." Ling Bo'er's face was twisted, and finally unable to say anything, he tilted his head and died.
But it is said that He Yuting was devastated when he learned about his son's death. Accompanied by the steward He Luwei, he rushed to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment in a sedan chair.
As soon as he entered the other courtyard, he stumbled forward, hugged He Chengqi's body tightly and cried bitterly.
While crying bitterly, he murmured to himself, "Qi'er, how could you abandon your father so cruelly? Although you were a bit unsatisfactory in the past and sometimes made your father angry, how can there be any children in the world who are not good? Besides, You are usually very filial...
"Now that you are gone, this is really a white-haired person giving a black-haired person. How can you make your father embarrassed? Qi'er, my Qi'er..."
Princess Ling Yun and Chang Qing stood aside, listening to He Yuting's tearful cries, their hearts ached and they hung their heads slumped.
He Yuting cried for a long time, and finally stopped crying with the help and comfort of everyone.
He gently put down his son's body, stood up shakily, and walked step by step in front of Lu Wenzheng, his deep eyes full of resentment.
"Lu Wenzheng, for public purposes, you were responsible for investigating the case, but you neglected your duties and caused the death of important witnesses. This is dereliction of duty. Do you know your crime? For private purposes, in order to assist you in investigating the case, I took away a good person. My son was entrusted to you, but you failed to protect him, are you worthy of me?...Now that my son is born, you must give me an explanation!"
Lu Wenzheng's face was gloomy, and he said in a sad tone: "Master He, I admit my dereliction of duty. I will write to the emperor to demote myself to the third level and wait for investigation. No matter what, I must get to the bottom of this case. In order to give an explanation to Qu’s unjust soul, and at the same time to give Lord He an explanation.”
He Yuting's eyes were gloomy and he said in a hateful voice: "It's easy for you to say it. Could it be that my son died in vain like this? I will report this to the Holy One and ask for His Majesty's decision!"
After saying that, he snorted coldly and walked away angrily.
He Chengqi's body was transported back to the Marquis' Mansion. The steward He Lu set up a mourning hall and arranged sacrifices to express condolences.
The red sandalwood coffin was placed in the middle. The elegiac couplet in the middle of the mourning hall was solemn, the white gauze was solemn, and the big word "Dian" was shocking.
Princess Huanyu was covered in plain clothes, and she stood before her soul in a dull manner. She looked haggard and her eyes were dull. She heard the sobbing and crying around her, but she didn't shed a single tear. There is nothing greater than grief. Now she is disheartened and her heart is like a tree.
Her five-year-old son He Tianci could not understand his mother's painful and desperate mood at this time. He was wearing a heavy filial piety, and he just knelt down beside his mother, staring at a pair of ignorant and big black eyes, curiously looking at the sad people around him, with a blank look on his face.
He Chengqi's biological mother, Yu, fainted from crying several times and was helped to the back hall by servants.
He Yuting was sitting alone in his study, writing furiously.
At this time, his personal attendant He Zhong came in and whispered in He Yuting's ear: "Master Marquis, the eldest son is back. He is waiting outside. Do you want to meet him?"
He Yuting paused for a moment, his face froze for a moment, then nodded and said: "Okay, let him in."
He Zhong lowered his hands and respectfully said "yes", turned around and went out.
After a moment, Ling Yun walked in with a gloomy look. After saluting his father respectfully, he called out "Dad" in a low voice.
He Yuting raised his head, looked at him with bright eyes and said: "Zhichao, you came just in time, I was about to write a letter to the emperor to tell the whole story, and I played Lu Wenzheng's book fiercely.
"Cheng Qi can't die in such an unexplained way. I want everyone in the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment to pay a heavy price! - Come on, please help me first to see what is wrong with this document and whether it needs to be modified. some places."
With that said, he handed over the unfinished memorial.
Ling Yun did not go to receive the memorial, but suddenly lifted up his clothes and knelt down on his knees.
He Yuting's heart throbbed unconsciously, "Zhichao, what's wrong with you?"
Ling Yun said: "Dad, if you really want to blame, please punish the child first. Everything is the child's fault. Mr. Lu is innocent."
He Yuting was stunned for a moment, "What did you say?"
Ling Yun said: "Master Lu gave me the full responsibility of protecting Cheng Qi, but I failed to protect him. This is my dereliction of duty and I feel sorry for him! If I want to be held accountable, it should be me and not Master Lu. , Mr. Lu, he is just lax in his discipline, in fact, it was me who got him involved..."
Speaking of what happened later, Ling Yun burst into tears, "Cheng Qi is my younger brother, and I was the one who took all the responsibility to help Mr. Lu solve the case, but now things have become like this -
"Not only did I fail to protect my brother, but I also caused Sir Lu to suffer. Thinking about it, I feel really guilty. Dad, if you have any anger, just take it out on the child. It's all my fault..."
He Yuting's face slowly darkened, "Zhichao, now, why are you still speaking for Lu Wenzheng? Let me ask you again, are you still my biological son, He? What is your heart? Are you still with me?"
Ling Yun frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Dad, I think you have misunderstood me. My child is not partial to anyone in his heart or speaking for anyone. He is just discussing the matter. To be fair, the main person responsible for this matter is It’s really not Mr. Lu, but someone with ulterior motives who is causing trouble..."
"Stop talking!..." He Yuting interrupted him almost angrily, and said sternly: "Do you think your father has no clue about the cause and effect of the matter? There is no need for you to teach me in such a long way. !
"I just want to ask you now, if there are some contradictions or conflicts between your father and Lu Wenzheng - for example, on this matter, which side will you stand on, and who will your heart favor more?... …”
Ling Yun's heart couldn't help but twitch painfully. Thousands of thoughts were tumbling in his mind. His thoughts were messy and his voice became muddy and hoarse. "Dad, you are my biological father, and Mr. Lu is also the same to me." The kindness is as heavy as a mountain - so the status of you and Mr. Lu in the children's minds is equally important and cannot be compared at all!
"It's just that in this matter, if it is dealt with fairly and reasonably, I really can't blame Master Lu entirely, so..."
He Yuting's heart was rough, burning like an uncontrollable fire, almost burning away the remaining trace of reason and calmness in his heart.
——After talking for a long time, it seems that your heart is still with Lu Wenzheng! You said that after all these years, you still can't get over the crook in your mind. You really disappoint your father!
The more He Yuting thought about it, the angrier he became. His face turned livid, his whole body trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "You... you rebellious son!..."
Without any hesitation, he raised his palm and landed it hard on Ling Yun's face.
