After saying that, he stepped up and walked out of the yard.

The young man looked at his back, withdrew his gaze, walked into the house with heavy steps.

The nurse in the cubicle hasn't come out yet.

He sat down on a chair nearby, leaned back on the chair, and tried hard to adjust his inner breath. The sudden cramping in his Dantian made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

The nanny inside heard the noise and shouted in confusion.

The young man quickly picked up a clean handkerchief nearby, wiped the blood on the ground, and stuffed the handkerchief into his chest.

Soon the wet nurse came out with the child in her arms. When she saw the boy, she said confusedly: "Master Cousin, did you hear anything just now?"

The young man shook his head, looked at the child in her arms with pale lips, and a touch of softness flashed in his eyes: "Give me the clothes."

The wet nurse nodded, tucked the child's quilt, and hugged him.

The young man took the child from her hand, his body swayed for a moment, and he almost fell to the ground, but he still held the child firmly, held it in his arms, and walked out of the door.

"It's also my fault that my mother has never told you the truth all these years. In fact, my mother is a descendant of the former Xiahou royal family. Her original name was Xiahou Wenji. And you are also a descendant of the Xiahou royal family. You and Ming Qi are determined to regain Xiahou.

The royal family has a responsibility."

Murderous air!

Fang Wenjing was seriously injured, how could she be Li Mingqi's opponent? What's more, he struck with all his strength and was soon hit by a sword in the shoulder, causing her to vomit a mouthful of blood.

Nalanjing and Rong Xuan walked out of the door.

Half of the antidote is enough.

As soon as she finished speaking, she exerted force on her palm, and stabbed upward with the bronze sword, causing blood to spurt out like a pillar.

Even if he is poisoned, if the young man wants to forcefully reverse his skills, recover his skills, and fight them to the death, even if he cannot kill them, it is still troublesome enough.

Rong Xuan jumped up and hugged the child.

Nalanjing stared coldly at the woman on the ground. The person whose face looked very similar to hers had no trace of guilt on her face.

"Bang!" The young man suddenly couldn't hold himself up and fainted and fell to the ground.

"In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, once the Xiahou royal family is successfully restored, you will be the princess of the Xiahou royal family. No, you will be the crown princess of the Xiahou royal family. At that time, even your younger brother will not be able to surpass you. What your grandfather and I have done in these years

Everything you do will be yours."

He was already bruised and bruised, and there were some things that he needed her to shoulder for him.

Xiahou Xuanyuan smiled lowly: "It's easy for me to kill you now. What difference does it make if I have the antidote or not?"

Fang Wenjing dodged the sword with all her strength.

Fang Wenjing wanted to come over and seize the child, so he immediately pulled out the bronze sword on the bedside and pointed it at them.

Nalanjing held the bronze sword and said lightly: "I can!"

The young man held Gu Yirong tightly in his arms, staring at Xiahou Xuanyuan with a pair of unruly eyes: "Give me the antidote!"

Xiahou Xuanyuan was suspicious, and at the moment of hesitation, a sword fell from the sky behind him and stabbed his head.

The young man took half of the antidote and swallowed it.

She held the bronze sword, slowly raised her head, looked into Wen Jing's excited eyes above her, her eyes were clear and calm, and said: "He can't kill you!"

The moment he opened the door, a hand stretched out from inside and pulled him in.

The young man raised his red eyes and looked at Nalanjing.

The young man threw Gu Yirong in his hand to Rong Xuan.

Nalanjing finally took out all the young man's fingers, and then placed his palm on the bronze sword.

"You!" Fang Wenjing wanted to say something else, but she lost her nerve and fell to the side.

A strange smile flashed across the young man's cold eyes.

Fang Wenjing's eyes widened and she looked at her in disbelief: "Li Mingqing, you are committing matricide!"

Fang Wenjing watched her movements, a trace of confusion flashed across her face, probably because she couldn't understand why she didn't quickly put down the sword and treat her wounds.

She didn't want the boy to be charged with matricide.

The young man's cold eyes flashed with sarcasm. For more than ten years, he didn't know what the word mother meant. He only knew the endless torture, humiliation, and punishment...

Nalanjing quickly threw away the sword in his hand, lifted him up from the ground, and went to check his pulse.

After thinking for a moment, Xiahou Xuanyuan took out the antidote from his sleeve, but only gave him half, and said: "The remaining half will be given to you as long as you are obedient."

She widened her eyes in disbelief and roared: "Li Mingqi, I am your mother!"

The young man turned the sword in his hand, pulled it out, blood spattered out, and then stabbed her chest hard.

The next moment, the bronze sword landed on her Dantian and stabbed her hard. As long as he pushed harder, she would be killed on the spot.

Nalanjing took out the bronze sword in her hand and let the blood scatter on the ground. She stared at her coldly: "My mother died more than ten years ago!"

Fang Wenjing reached out to pick up the child. This time the boy did not refuse and gave the child to her. However, the moment he approached, the dagger in his hand stabbed her heart instantly...

"Pah! Pah!" The roof and door burst open in response.

Fang Wenjing stretched out her hand towards Nalanjing, but the bronze sword was at her Dantian. She pressed harder and the blood flowed faster. She could only open her lips and say: "Mingqing, you are a sensible child, you must

You can understand my mother, right?"

At the critical moment, Nalanjing reached out and grabbed his arm.

Ye Xiu fell from the sky and entangled Xiahou Xuanyuan.

She will lead the rest of his life for him.

The young man's cold brow remained motionless.

However, Fang Wenjing seemed to have seen the hope of life. She opened her mouth full of blood and said in a sad voice: "Ming and Qing...are you finally willing to recognize me? I am your mother. My mother has also had her own difficulties these years...

"

I feel the pain in my abdomen is relieved, I can use my inner strength, and my heart gradually relaxes by half.

The next moment, the young man jumped up with a bronze sword in hand, pointing at Fang Wenjing.

Xiahou Xuanyuan sensed something was wrong and slapped Fang Wenjing away. He turned around and struck at the child in Li Mingqi's arms.

Mother? Mother!

Mother……

Nalanjing took his hand out of the bronze sword.

The boy's hand held the bronze sword very hard, and it took a lot of effort for Nalanjing to pull out a thumb.

The young man's scarlet eyes flashed with unwillingness and pain.

The young man suddenly held her palm, and his clear, child-like eyes stared at her hazy and sober. The gloom in his eyes gradually dissipated, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said softly: "Sister

, Qi'er doesn't feel any pain anymore..."

It had been hurting for fourteen years, but it finally stopped hurting because he had a sister.

Nalanjing was not a pretentious person, and even after years of training, her heart was already as solid as a rock, but as if it was an instinctive reaction of her body, she suddenly burst into tears.

Tears slid down his cheeks and dripped on the boy's cheeks.
Chapter completed!