Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Three Qian'er One Thousand Miles, Tzuyu One Hundred Miles
Zhao Rong didn't want to die.
He made a promise to Qingjun that he would pick a bright moon for her and go back.
He promised Su Xiaoxiao that he would give her a bright moon that was unique in the sky and unparalleled on earth in exchange for her entry into the house.
He promised Qian'er that he would always love and cherish her and count the stars with her for the rest of his life.
Zhao Rong didn't want to die, but...
I will never live alone.
Qin Jianfu rejected the only compromise he regarded as the bottom line and refused to let Qian'er go.
This old friend from the Wei Dynasty wants to torture him with the people he cares about.
What else does Zhao Rong want?
Continue to compromise? Kneel down and beg for mercy from this old fox with tears in his eyes?
To seek a chance of survival by losing the spirit of a man?
This seems to be the only possible solution to this near-death situation.
It was also... a scene that Qin Jianfu was vaguely looking forward to.
What the old man did, the old man's delay in taking action, and the psychological pressure and certain hints that had been superimposed on him.
Just to lure him in this direction... Surrender, surrender, I will let her go.
The old man not only wanted to destroy him physically, but also defeated him mentally.
so.
Zhao Rong was ready to go, with his sword in hand and his crown in full glory.
Charge silently.
Go to death.
So the moment he was despised by Zhao Rong's actions.
Qin Jianfu, who had always been cold and calculating, was furious.
"Sorry, it's Brother Rong'er who is useless..."
The young Confucian scholar also had this in mind at that moment.
so.
At this moment, in the bamboo forest courtyard where the red leaves had fallen, Zhu Yourong shook his head.
Zhao Rong could not agree.
He can't let Qian'er down.
You can't insult yourself either.
He could only think of a generous way to die.
Zhao Rong looked silently at the woman in Confucian shirt whose black color was gradually fading in front of him, and suddenly his ears rang with the laughter of the disfigured old Confucian scholar who was not surprised but delighted.
Sure enough, Zhu Yourong's 'accident' was also part of the plan of this old fox, or the person behind him.
Zhao Rong turned his head and looked calmly.
Qin Jianfu took a picture with his big hand, and saw the gray tobacco bag, which was still intact after the broken pipe. The small mouth of the bag was slightly open, and the fragments of the copper dry pipe were sucked into it.
The gray tobacco bag flew back to Qin Jianfu's hand.
He held the cigarette pouch in one hand, pointed with the other at the woman in Confucian shirt walking from the landscape painting, and sneered:
"A female monk who is half-stepping into the Nascent Soul? Tsk tsk, it seems that she is still following our Confucian path, but this is... the way of calligraphy and painting? It's a bit weird... but no matter how weird it is, it's just a projection of the Nascent Soul's body, for a short time
There is no way I can find this place and come there myself.”
The old man regained his smile, looked calmly at the young Confucian scholar who was half-blocked by the woman in Confucian robes, and nodded.
"You really have a lot of tricks up your sleeve and a lot of accidents. Do you have a few more? Well, a few days ago, there was a 'little accident' where the carriage lost control and the carriage fell. Do you remember it? You discovered it then.
There are a lot of strange things hidden in your kid."
Zhao Rong lowered his eyes.
It turns out that this old beast and the people behind him secretly made so many tests and preparations before today's fatal situation.
Is it possible to kill him after taking so much pains just to be sure?
The young Confucian scholar nodded, "It's an honor."
His hand was still on the sword, and the five fingers were squeezing until they lost their blood, and there was a blood-red sword tassel in the gap.
Qin Jianfu moved.
He took two steps to the left, faced Zhao Rong and the woman in Confucian shirt, and continued to say calmly:
"If there's any other accidents, let them all out quickly and see if I can save your life... Hehe, I'm actually more curious about the man in green clothes who was following you that day. He's a bit confusing.
in the end,
but……"
The old man walked a few steps further to the northeast, paused and chuckled:
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The two girls who had just left Xinyi Pavilion and had not yet completely walked away stopped and looked back.
"What's the matter?"
Zhao Lingfei said softly and looked at the person curiously.
It was the flattering steward whom she tipped not long ago.
The flattering manager smiled and said:
"Xianzi Zhao, you just left, and a small batch of messenger flying swords came in from the letter pavilion. This is the last urgent flying sword today, and there happened to be a letter with your name as the recipient. Ha, what a coincidence.
…I was going to notify you tomorrow to pick it up, but when I saw that you weren’t far away, I saved you the trouble tomorrow, so I immediately chased you and informed you.”
"And my letter?"
Zhao Lingfei was a little curious, and after thinking for a while she couldn't help but said: "Excuse me...where did it come from?"
The flattering steward looked a little embarrassed and looked around. After a moment, he raised his hand to cover his mouth and whispered:
"Originally, I couldn't say it casually... The villain glanced at it and it seemed that it was over there in Dali."
"Oh, thank you."
Zhao Lingfei was slightly startled. She turned around and looked at the curious little fox demon next to her. She thanked the steward and threw away two green clam coins.
"My husband also said that I am a prodigal woman... I don't know what to say together, so why send it in two pieces... Can you explain why you are bragging?"
Zhao Lingfei laughed and shook her head, taking Su Xiaoxiao back to Xinyi Pavilion.
After a stick of incense.
In the Xinge Hall, in front of the third desk on the right.
After going through another signature procedure, Zhao Lingfei got another red lacquer secret box in her hand.
She raised her eyes first and couldn't help but glance at the cold-faced female officer who was looking at her and Su Xiaoxiao with strange eyes.
Then Zhao Lingfei lowered her head slightly, and this time without waiting for Su Xiaoxiao's enthusiastic suggestion, she directly opened the secret box.
He took out a thin piece of letter paper.
This letter was sent from the foot of Jiyue Mountain a whole afternoon later than the first letter, but it arrived here almost at the same time. The paper was spread out flat.
Zhao Lingfei looked down with a smile on her lips.
There is only a brief and illegible paragraph in the letter...
At this moment, the bustling hall suddenly became quiet.
Female official, steward, government student...
Everyone and everything is still.
It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I can't move.
A purple sword hung quietly above everyone's heads.
In the hall where time and space are frozen.
The atmosphere was eerily silent.
There is no trace of anger.
The air took on a faint purple color, illuminated by the orange sunset falling in from the window.
It felt a little like a dream for a while.
And just when everyone in the hall was feeling extremely horrified in their hearts.
In the corner of the hall, a woman with autumn eyes still had a smile on her lips, her body was shaking uncontrollably.
At her feet, today's third letter from Dali slipped from her hand.
Lying quietly on the ground.
Another moment.
All the palace students in the hall wear swords on their waists, all the messenger silver swords on the second floor of the letter pavilion, and all the urgent letter jade swords on the top floor...
They all hang upside down in the air quietly.
A little fox demon, whose eyes widened and gradually became frightened, fell to the cold floor.
She was the only one who could move in the hall at this time, and she kept reaching out her hand in fear with a small face.
Touching the letter next to the trembling woman's feet...
It's dusk this day.
Wangque Taiqing Mansion was overwhelmed by countless sad and choking sword chants.