"Daddy, daddy..."
He Yuting was murdered by his housekeeper He Luwei and the martial artist Asan, and finally died in the arms of his son Ling Yun.
Ling Yun felt that his arms suddenly sank, and his heart trembled as he hugged his father and called out again and again.
no respond.
In the deep and lonely night, that obscure star sadly disappeared, as if the world was announcing the departure of a certain life.
"Everything in the world will flow with the tide, and only a dream will come to an end."
Looking at my father's past, I saw a prosperous life, going round and round, and finally ending up in loneliness. It turned out to be just a dream.
Ling Yun thought that after experiencing many life and death separations, nothing would shake his crusted heart; but he was wrong again.
When he realized that his father had indeed left, his heart seemed to have been cut into thousands of pieces by a sharp knife, and each piece was being eaten away and pierced; he knelt on the ground and hugged his father tightly to cool down a little bit. His body began to cry uncontrollably.
I have never cried so miserably, nor have my tears fallen so violently.
Lian Nanchun stood aside silently, seeing Ling Yun immersed in grief for a long time and unable to extricate himself, so he stepped forward and reminded: "Zhichao, it's getting late, we should go back."
Extraordinary times must be treated with extreme caution. Although he felt sad, Ling Yun was still very rational. He knew that he could not be too affectionate.
He gently put down He Yuting's body, wiped his tears and stood up.
At this time, the suppressed hatred in his heart surged up like undulating waves. He turned his face suddenly, his eyes like sharp swords, coldly fixed on Yu who was huddled in the corner, shivering.
He held the long sword and walked up to her step by step.
Mrs. Yu was already frightened, but when she saw Ling Yun walking up to her with a stern expression and a murderous look on his face, she became even more panicked. She fell to her knees with a thud and said repeatedly: "Young Master, You...you are so noble and please spare me. In fact, you can't blame me for this, I was just deceived by them..."
Ling Yun snorted and said coldly: "Auntie, you are an elder, but you kneel down to me as a junior - I don't know what to say about this etiquette?"
Yu said sarcastically: "The eldest son is really good at making fun of me. I... I am just a concubine serving the Marquis..."
"You finally know your identity." Ling Yun subconsciously clenched the mouth of the long sword tightly, so hard that his fingertips turned white, and said almost word for word: "Then let me ask you, since you are serving the Marquis My concubine, why didn’t she follow the rules of a woman, betray the Marquis, and do such a shameful thing?”
Deeply ashamed, Ms. Yu couldn't help but hang her head in frustration. After a while, she came back to her senses and gritted her teeth and said: "This is all because of your father! He has no true feelings for me. In his In his eyes, I am just a doll that can come and go at a moment's notice. I hate him..."
"Stop talking!" Ling Yun cut off a sharp arc like a blade at the corner of his mouth and shouted.
He narrowed his eyes and became angry, as if he was going to devour the person in front of him in the next moment, "Yes, over the years, Mr. Marquis may have felt sorry for you, and you also have many unspeakable grievances, but you don't You should have colluded with someone and killed him because of it! Don’t you have any concept of benevolence, justice and integrity in your heart?
"Now, there is only one way in front of you -" At this point, he paused and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Use this sword to cut it off on your own!"
After saying that, he hooked his toes, and with an agile "wave rolling cloud flying" move, He Luwei rolled up the long sword that had just fallen to the ground, flew out like a sword, and fell right in front of Yu.
The long sword was as black as ink and extremely sharp. It glowed with a cold and bloodthirsty light under the flickering candlelight, like a poisonous snake with its mouth wide open ferociously, waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.
"No, no," Mr. Yu's face turned pale, and he backed away: "Young Master, you... you can't do this to me... after all, I am also Qi'er's biological mother; and before Qi'er died, you also I promised him to take good care of me for him...and now you are forcing me to die, how can you bear it?..."
The anger in Ling Yun's eyes made him want to skin the person in front of him to vent his anger, and he gnashed his teeth and said: "Why do you have the nerve to mention Qi'er!... Yes, I promised him to take good care of you for him, but what did you do? ?That time you poisoned my tea and tried to kill me, I forgave you——
"To be fair, I really wanted to give you a chance to change your ways at that time; but I didn't expect that you were stubborn and unrepentant, and this time you colluded with traitors to murder my father!..."
He tightened the corners of his lips, holding back the tears that were about to fall, and said in a thick voice: "I really regret it now, and I regret why I didn't kill you back then! If you had died then, maybe you wouldn't be where you are today. Something happened..."
Yu's tears fell one by one and fell on the cold and hard floor that was bathed in dripping blood; she covered her face with her hands and burst into tears, "Young Master, I was wrong... Please give it to me again. Give it a chance..."
"Auntie," Ling Yun raised his head slightly and closed his eyes to calm down the turbulence and struggle in his heart, "I have always respected you as an elder and tolerated you again and again. I can tolerate your cynicism and rejection of me; I can also tolerate you being instigated by others and plotting against me secretly; but now, you collude with the traitor and kill my father, which I absolutely cannot tolerate!"
As he spoke, he suddenly opened his eyes, his scarlet eyes full of murderous intent, "And I said just now that I gave you a chance, but now you are seeking your own death. You have no one to blame! God can forgive you for committing evil; You will be punished if you do something wrong! Auntie, please don’t force me to do it myself——"
Ling Yun's words were like a knife, and the knife saw blood. It stabbed straight into Yu's internal organs, and the pain was unbearable.
Her whole body was shaking violently, and her heart was filled with unspeakable despair and sorrow; she stared blankly at the sword on the ground that was spitting out a cold light, and she explored it inch by inch with trembling hands, and it took a lot of effort to reach it. He picked it up from the ground, as if the deadly blade was carrying a huge weight.
She slowly raised it in front of her, stared at it blankly, and suddenly laughed miserably. The laughter was like a night owl desperate for death, which made people feel chills.
Suddenly her laughter stopped, her body stiffened for a moment, and then she slowly fell to the ground.
The sword had penetrated deeply into her chest. Blood dripped all over the ground, like crushed and broken bloody petals, spreading overwhelmingly, making people sick.
poor person must have something mean.
Ling Yun watched expressionlessly as the woman who committed suicide committed suicide in front of him, sighed softly, and turned around.
The night was dark and the scenery outside was blurry and difficult to distinguish. The withered branches swayed crazily under the raging night wind, making bursts of heart-rending whistling sounds. Looking from a distance, they looked like crazy and ferocious beasts, which was horrifying.
At this time, Lian Nanchun on the side suddenly flashed his bright eyes and shouted at the door in a deep voice: "Who is outside?"
There was a soft knock on the door, and a woman dressed as a maid walked in calmly, bowed to Ling Yun and Lian Nanchun and said, "My servant Yan Cui has met the eldest master, Miss Lian."
Ling Yun raised his eyes and glanced at the woman, only to see that she was wearing a light blue emerald smoked sweater and a pleated skirt with mist and green grass. She had beautiful eyebrows and a tall and graceful figure, exuding a natural and fresh temperament made of natural carvings. , elegant and gentle, and friendly in appearance, I felt a little familiar, so I repeated, "Yancui?"
The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, and she glanced at him and said: "The eldest son is really a noble man who forgets things. Yan Cui was originally the princess's personal maid."
After this reminder, Ling Yun remembered the two maids beside Princess Chang Qing: Yan Cui and Bi Yun.
By the way, Biyun, another personal maid serving Princess Changqing, is not in the house now. Because Li Ruiyun ordered the Jinling Prince's Mansion to be raided a few days ago, Princess Huanyu fled after hearing the news. In order to take care of the princess, she left the Marquis' Mansion with the princess.
Of course, Ling Yun didn't know these details.
Back to business. At this time, Ling Yun looked at her, and once again thought of his mother, Princess Chang Qing, who tragically committed suicide for him, and couldn't help but feel sad.
He calmed down his somewhat confused thoughts and asked, "Yancui, where is my mother's mourning hall? Take me there."
Yan Cui's eyes were moist, she didn't say anything, she just nodded silently.
Ling Yun suddenly remembered something again, "By the way, where is Tianci now? Let's carry him over first."
"Master, wait a moment." Yan Cui lowered her head and lowered her eyes, respectfully responded to Jinjin, then turned around and left...
