When Ning Yuanzhou and others cremated the bodies of Shi Xiaoyu and others, Ling Zhouyang had already returned to the carriage.
She is not from Wu country, so she doesn't need to watch from the sidelines.
What's more, she still had many doubts in her heart, and she didn't have the time to accompany Qian Zhao.
She looked at the dagger in her hand, as if she wanted to look back on the past through the dagger.
She didn't come back to her senses until Ren Ruyi and Yang Ying returned to the carriage.
The carriage was moving, and the sound of the wheels made her heart unable to calm down.
She looked at Ren Ruyi and wanted to speak out several times, but finally thought that Yang Ying was still around, so she suppressed her desire for knowledge.
"If you want to ask, just ask." Ren Ru couldn't bear to see her confused look.
"You... and Li Tongguang..." Just as she started to speak, she stopped again. She didn't know if Yang Ying already knew that Li Tongguang was Ren Ruyi's apprentice.
Ren Ruyi glanced at Yang Ying, then nodded, "Go ahead."
Seeing that Ren Ruyi didn't mind Yang Ying's presence, Ling Zhouyang stopped being coy and said, "When did you meet Li Tongguang? I have some questions to ask him."
Ren Ruyi was puzzled, "You can ask him yourself. Why do you ask me?"
Ling Zhouyang rubbed the gold-edged Daphne on the dagger and explained quietly: "I asked him, he may not say, if I use tricks, I'm afraid you will want to kill me, not to mention that even if I use tricks, a person like him , If you don’t say it, you don’t say it, there’s nothing you can do.”
Ren Ruyi: "What do you want to ask?"
"What do I want to ask?" Ling Zhouyang also asked herself, what did she want to ask?
She wanted to ask Li Tongguang how Gu Yun died and why he sent Gu Yun back.
Thinking about it, Ling Zhouyang smiled again, "Forget it, don't worry, let's wait until you recognize Li Tongguang."
She still has this bit of patience, otherwise her years as an assassin would have been in vain.
Ren Ruyi frowned but did not reply.
Yang Ying sat aside and didn't dare to say anything. She had learned to watch people's expressions. Now the faces of these two people were not very good-looking, and neither of them had any intention of speaking, so even if she had doubts in her heart, she would not do it now. Ask.
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It was late at night, and the mission was in a hurry, so they did not stop at the post house.
The mission set up camp on the outskirts of Guideyuan.
Ling Zhouyang lay down in the tent due to physical reasons, while Qian Zhao cooked medicine for her outside.
Ling Zhouyang had a dream, and what happened in the dream was very real, just like what she had experienced personally.
She was eight years old when she discovered a hidden compartment under the dragon bed in Emperor Chu's palace.
There was a pile of secret letters in the secret compartment. Seeing that no one was there, she opened them one by one and read them.
Most of the records in the letter were about her. From the time she was one month old until she was three years old, the secret letters ended.
What was written in the secret letter? She couldn't see clearly.
She only remembered a letter that said: The period of growth and contraction is not only in heaven; the blessing of nourishing happiness can lead to eternal life.
But what does this have to do with her? Why was it recorded in the letters about her?
Ling Zhouyang had a nightmare, Qian Zhao screamed for a long time before waking Ling Zhouyang up.
Ling Zhouyang's eyes were a little hollow, "Is that a dream? No, that's not a dream..."
Qian Zhao said softly: "Ayang, that was a dream, you are awake now."
"That's not a dream, no, that's not my dream, that's what really happened." Ling Zhouyang shook his head with a painful expression.
It was definitely not a dream, she had forgotten, she had forgotten many things.
"Okay, that wasn't a dream, but it's over now. It's okay." Qian Zhao didn't know what Ling Zhouyang was dreaming about, so he could only hug Ling Zhouyang and comfort her softly.
After about half a cup of tea, Ling Zhouyang's eyes gradually became clear.
Ling Zhouyang's voice was muffled, "Qian Zhaozhao~ I seem to want to cry, but the tears can't come down."
Qian Zhao patted Lingzhouyang's back, "You can cry without shedding tears."
Qian Zhao didn't ask Ling Zhouyang why he wanted to cry, because he felt that if a person wanted to cry but had no tears, he must be extremely sad, and must have thought of something very bad but could not do anything about it.
Ling Zhouyang's chin rested on Qian Zhao's shoulder. She didn't cry, she just hugged Qian Zhao's waist tightly.
She remembered, and why Emperor Chu wanted to kill her whole family but left her alone.
It's really ridiculous, because of a prophecy, Emperor Chu made her lose her relatives since she was a child and was forced to live in dire straits in the palace.
After Ling Zhouyang calmed down completely, she let go of Qian Zhao.
Qian Zhao raised his hand to straighten the broken hair on Lingzhouyang's forehead, then picked up the medicine on the side and started to feed Lingzhouyang a drink.
Ling Zhouyang didn't act coquettishly this time. She directly took the bowl of medicine and drank it all in one gulp without any hesitation.
After drinking, she handed the empty bowl to Qian Zhao, then wiped the corners of her mouth and looked at Qian Zhao.
Her eyes were different from the usual brightness, now they were a little dark and deep.
When Qian Zhao saw that Ling Zhouyang was not in the right state, he frowned slightly, with worry in his tone, "What's wrong? Is it because you didn't rest?"
Lingzhouyang's tone was serious, "Qian Zhao, do you know Lingding, the number one assassin around Emperor Chu?"
Qian Zhao nodded, "Yes, it is rumored that he grew up with Emperor Chu. Emperor Chu treated him very well. Although he was a male assassin, his status was far higher than that of Emperor Chu's concubines. But these are just rumors. Liu Dao The church has no concrete records of him.”
Ling Zhouyang murmured: "Is it him or her?"
Qian Zhao asked: "Since you are a bad person, you should know better than me."
Ling Zhouyang smiled bitterly, "Clear, absolutely clear."
"Did you dream about him?" Qian Zhao asked carefully. He didn't know if Ling Zhouyang liked the number one assassin named Ling Ding.
Ling Zhouyang nodded slightly, "Well, I dreamed about what happened when she was eight years old."
Eight years old? Qian Zhao was a little confused. It was clearly recorded in the Liudaotang file that the number one assassin in Chu State was clearly a thirty-year-old man.
And A Yang is only 19 years old now, so how can she meet the eight-year-old Lingding?
Ling Zhou Yang, Ling Ding, is it possible that the two of them are related by blood?
But Ah Yang had clearly said that when she was three years old, her family was gone and not a single relative was left.
So what happened to this Lingding?
Qian Zhao concealed his doubts and asked, "Did anything unpleasant happen in the dream?"
Ling Zhouyang sneered, "It's not just unpleasant. She didn't know the truth about her family's demise until she was eight years old. It's ridiculous and sad."
Smiling and laughing, Ling Zhouyang actually shed tears.
She obviously said she couldn't cry, but she didn't expect to cry now.
Qian Zhao reached out and grabbed Lingzhouyang, held her in his arms and comforted her, "Ayang, I'm here. If you can, tell me and I will bear the burden with you."
Ling Zhouyang finally burst into tears, "Do you know why I didn't have a home when I was three years old? Because of a prophecy, an unfounded prophecy, Emperor Chu was superstitious, so he killed my whole family and left me alone."
This was the first time she cried, and the first time she cried aloud. Qian Zhao's words made her feel that she had someone to rely on and was no longer alone.
