Chapter five hundred and forty-seven gentle, virtuous, polite, Confucian wives are fake, concubines
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"Canglanglang!"
Beside Zhao Lingfei, the lost bamboo horse screamed sadly.
The sound of the sword can be heard by ten people and hundreds of people by ten people.
Centered on the woman with autumn eyes and Zhu Ma, within a radius of dozens of miles, whether it is the sword brought here from Taiqing Mansion by Zi Qi and Zhu Ma's real name magical power, or the sword on the waist of Xianyue Li Nu and the Dali Forbidden Army at the foot of the mountain.
Whether there is an owner or not, the sword trembles and screams, and it is shaking with grief.
Yes, where is her husband?
A sad question shook the hearts of everyone present.
The purple mist all over the mountain and the flowing clouds within dozens of miles were shattered by the invisible sword energy.
Then all the bystanders regained their vision on the high platform halfway up the mountain and saw clearly the scene above.
At this time, the crowd on the stage had already dispersed, and only a few figures remained.
A silent, thin, middle-aged Confucian scholar.
The little emperor with a stunned expression.
A second-grade warrior man with a green body and a handsome girl with a cold face holding a sword.
The two of them were facing the tall woman who suddenly appeared in front of them, with their heads lowered and silent.
Don't dare to look at her.
Finally, there is the tragic and choking woman who makes people unable to take their eyes away from her as soon as she appears.
Her aura is simply too powerful.
He is wearing the Ruxue sword uniform exclusive to the top prodigy of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion. The cuffs are inlaid with noble gold-edged sword patterns, with a light purple aura on them.
A flawless white jade medal and a purple gold token were tied around her waist, which was as thin as that of a divorced girl. The two were the source of the crisp jingle just now.
Above her shoulder, there was still a small handleless sword filled with purple energy, which was unbridledly exuding a powerful high-level aura that suppressed the trembling of all the swords in the room. This was a level of crushing.
The woman has cold autumn eyes, a delicate oval face, a pointed chin, and lovely pink lips, coupled with a charming tear mole on her left eye...
A very beautiful face.
It is also like the cold and noble goddess mistress of the Nine Heavens Cold Palace in the myth of Li Earth. At first glance, people will have a feeling that it can be seen from a distance but cannot be played with...
If it ends here, then the scene at this moment will be extremely dazzling.
However, what made everyone on the scene shocked and ashamed, and even more heart-wrenching and suffocating, was that this "cold goddess" who seemed to be Mr. Zhao's beloved wife had tears in her eyes and tears on her pretty face.
After asking the question, she looked at Zhao Qian'er who lowered their heads in disbelief. They were so light and soft, their chests were rising and falling, and they couldn't even say a word while breathing. It seemed that their shaky body would completely collapse in the next second.
It tipped over steadily.
This is the heartbreak of a woman whose heart aches to the extreme.
Her appearance makes people feel extremely distressed, a bit similar to the Empress Dowager who cried with pear blossoms and rain after the death of the late Emperor Dali, but she lacked a white mourning dress...
This kind of sad and crying beauty seems to have a certain temperament, a kind of thrilling and unique beauty, which makes those who see it look sideways and tremble.
However, at this moment, everyone with the "hanging sword" between their eyebrows did not dare to look any further, fearing that the sad woman who appeared like a goddess on the high platform would hand over the sword indiscriminately if she was not happy.
Didn't you see that the second-grade warrior who suppressed the entire crowd not long ago bowed his hands respectfully in front of her?
On the high platform, the atmosphere suddenly became depressed due to the arrival of Concubine Zhao Ling.
Zhao Lingfei didn't look at the other people in the audience, nor did she look at Li Bai who was at the "eighth step into the second grade".
She held the 'Third Letter from Dali' in her hand and stared at Zhao Qian'er with red and swollen eyes.
Xiao Qian'er lowered her head and whispered a few words.
She actually didn't expect that the young lady would come so quickly.
Not long ago, after she was teleported out by Brother Rong'er at the risk of her life, Xiao Qian'er immediately did two things. One was to contact Uncle Xiao Bai, and the other was to send a message to the young lady with a hundred thousand urgent flying swords.
She originally guessed that the distance was so far, but after receiving the notice from Xinyi Pavilion and waiting for her to get the letter, she would have to go to Jiyue Mountain at night.
But……
Xiao Qian'er and Li Bai had previously learned about the betrayer's whereabouts through Zhang Huizhi's son, but they did not expect that he would come to attend the ceremony held outside the court to celebrate the ceremony of enshrining Zen.
The ceremony of enshrining Zen was led and successfully held by Brother Rong'er, but Zhang Huizhi actually had the nerve to do it!
However, Xiao Qian'er did not let anger and hatred bury her reason. On the contrary, she became calmer and calmer.
She and Li Bai observed from a distance and did not find Brother Rong'er or the disfigured old Confucian scholar beside Zhang Huizhi on the high platform.
So Xiao Qian'er decided to slowly climb the mountain from the foot of the mountain with Uncle Xiao Bai.
She suspected that what Zhang Huizhi did was caused by the collusion of those present at the court, the secret involvement of those who had harmed Rong'er's interests, or the direct secret support of ungrateful people like the Empress Dowager Dali.
She won't let anyone go and will find them all.
After experiencing a betrayal with Brother Rong'er, Xiao Qian'er no longer trusted anyone here. She didn't even look for Su Qingdai.
At present, Xiao Qian'er and Uncle Bai are approaching Zhang Huizhi step by step, and are gradually frightening everyone up and down Mount Jiyue. They want to break down Zhang Huizhi's inner defenses bit by bit.
To let him know that no one can protect him at this moment, not even his extremely loyal Dali royal family, is murderous and heart-breaking.
At the same time, Xiao Qian'er had another purpose. She gave Zhang Huizhi time to react and let him call for reinforcements.
It could be an accomplice present, or it could be the disfigured old Confucian scholar who is unknown where he is. If one comes, Uncle Bai will kill one until he asks about Brother Rong'er's whereabouts.
What, you ask her, isn't it urgent to walk up the stairs slowly like this? Aren't you afraid that Zhao Rong will be in trouble during this period? The final rescue time will be missed.
Xiao Qian'er smiled sadly in her heart.
Ever since he gave up his last chance to escape and gave her all the "Thousand Miles" and stayed in the bamboo forest courtyard to face an old monster in the Golden Core Realm alone, the outcome was almost certain.
Because she returned with her brother-in-law, even if she was in a hurry, it was already time for a cup of tea.
For a golden elixir realm monk, Brother Rong'er will only have three endings.
One is to die directly in the hospital.
One is to be taken to another unknown place, and what awaits him is also death.
The last one, which made Xiao Qian'er pray and be lucky, was that the disfigured old Confucian scholar and the person behind him did not kill Brother Rong'er immediately.
Instead, he kept it in his hand to threaten or use it as bait to lure her and the lady into taking the bait.
Especially after Xiao Qian'er and Li Bai inspected the Zhulin courtyard, and the latter came to the conclusion that Zhao Rong did not die in the courtyard but was seriously injured and went elsewhere.
He is not dead.
These four simple words, the third possibility, have become the only hope that now supports Xiao Qian'er to stabilize her will and not break down and cry.
Even now it seems that this fire of hope is weak.
Then, no matter which of the above possibilities.
In this cup of tea where she summoned Uncle Bai to rush over, Brother Rong'er's ending was already settled.
It can be said that his most dangerous stage has passed... or it can be said that he has been killed.
You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you are dead.
The girl's smile was miserable, and her heart was as disheartened as if most of it was dead.
At this moment, Zhao Qian'er whispered and conveyed the whole story of the matter, the current situation and her actions to the young lady in the most concise language with trembling.
"I'm sorry, miss. It was Qian'er who was useless. He failed to protect Brother Rong'er and bring him back...and...and...and Qian'er is just a dragster. If he hadn't saved me...he wouldn't have fallen."
Entering danger..."
The girl holding the Thunder Sword buried her head and bit her lip to prevent tears from falling.
But he couldn't suppress the trembling and crying in his voice.
Zhao Lingfei's body was trembling. She looked at the girl with her head lowered in front of her. She suddenly raised her hand, her palm paused in the air, her long five fingers were bent and shaking slightly, as if she was about to throw it down at the next moment.
Xiao Qian'er raised her pale little face with force.
Li Bai looked down at his toes and pursed his lips.
However, after a few breaths, Zhao Lingfei raised her bare hands and slowly lowered them tremblingly. She closed her eyes and turned her head, not looking at her.
"You don't have to say sorry to me...the person you owe it to...is not me."
Xiao Qian'er's face turned even paler, and her already strong body was shaky.
"Miss...Miss!" She stretched out her hand to grab Zhao Lingfei's arm, "You hit me... hit me hard!"
Zhao Lingfei took a deep breath, "If you're sorry... tell him."
She pulled her hand out and opened her eyes at the same time. This time, Zhao Lingfei's whole body temperament changed completely! She no longer looked like the panicked and haggard look of the jealous woman who just lost her soul.
The woman with autumn eyes completely calmed down.
She is not a weak and helpless woman, but she has been the only exception to him since she was a child...
Zhao Lingfei's eyes first stared directly at the familiar sword in Li Bai's arms.
This sword that was "consecrated" not long ago groaned without trembling, but...
After a while, the sword became quiet again.
Zhao Lingfei suppressed the special sword energy in her body, and then she looked away, not looking at Xiao Qian'er.
Rather.
An icy coldness swept over the entire place.
Everyone who met her eyes trembled in their hearts, and everyone dared to look at her for more than a breath.
Zhao Lingfei looked around, and at a certain moment her eyes rested on Dugu Chanyi who was hesitating on the steps not far away.
The latter also noticed it, and while avoiding eye contact, he smiled gently to show his goodwill.
But what outsiders don't know is that Dugu Chanyi's inner feelings at this time are a bit complicated...
She couldn't help but use her peripheral vision to observe Concubine Zhao Ling and the high-grade bamboo horse on her shoulder that made her heart tremble.
This is... your wife?
Unlike the people in the audience and the queen mother on the steps, Li Wangque on the high platform was much more courageous, looking at Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er with curious eyes.
In fact, he is quite timid, but for some reason, Li Wangque is not afraid of anyone or anything related to Mr. Zhao, whom he is close to, but only feels curious and close to him.
At this time, while he was confused, he couldn't help but feel admiration and envy in his heart.
Well, you are worthy of Mr. Zhao, who can marry such a beautiful fairy sister into the house, and at the same time have peach blossoms blooming outside, conquer Fairy Su and the others...
Zhao Lingfei didn't know the young man's romantic thoughts at this time. At this moment, her pretty face was as cold as ice. After looking around, her eyes crossed the small transparent Li Wangque and fell on Zhang Huizhi.