Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

It only took two months to bring down the Lian family, and Song Nanchu was counting the days on his fingers, no more, no less, exactly two months.

When Lian Taishi's house was ransacked, everyone in the room was very calm, one after another followed behind Lian Yi, standing full.

They never doubted that their master would rebel, and naturally they would not panic, and stood together one by one without running or making trouble.

It was Song Nan Chuling who copied Lianyi. He stood outside the main room, watching the soldiers flip through Lianyi's room mercilessly.The valuable items were dropped to the ground one by one, the slightly fragile ones were broken, and the stronger ones were also scratched.

Lian Yi was dressed in plain clothes, and looked at Song Nanchu with a smile on his face from beginning to end.Song Nanchu felt uncomfortable when he was watched, frowned and raised his chin: "What is the grand master looking at me for?"

"Song Shaofu has done a good job and has a bright future." Lian Yi answered irrelevantly, but the expression of relief on his face was not fake.

Song Nanchu really couldn't understand Lian Yi's thoughts. From Lian Yi's unreasonable show of favor a long time ago to the current frame-up, he has always been unable to see through this person.

"My lord!" The soldier took out a scroll and handed it to Song Nanchu.

He took the scroll and wanted to open it, but he never wanted to be stopped by Lian Yi.Lian, who wanted to come forward to stop him, was stopped by the soldiers, and he could only shout: "Don't!"

"Oh?" The corners of Song Nanchu's lips rose. The scroll looked old, but it was well preserved. It must be something very important.Are you really going to rebel?This is strange.He didn't listen to Lian Yi's words, and opened the scroll directly.

The breath of time is coming, the woman on the scroll is smiling like a flower, and the graceful figure under the pear tree is really like a fairy.

Song Nanchu's pupils contracted, and he quickly put away the scroll: "You!" He looked at Lian Yi in surprise, and his mind was already torn in a thousand ways.

Lian Yi smiled wryly, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes deepened: "Yes."

The words were so cryptic that others could not understand them at all.

Song Nanchu's fingers holding the scroll turned white, and the expression on his face was a little distorted.He walked up to Lian Yi, waved those soldiers away, and punched Lian Yi's mouth: "Do you regret it?" After punching, he looked down at Lian Yi who was knocked down by the punch, his lips The corners are raised sharply.

Lian Yi wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, shook his head and nodded again: "Back then, nothing would happen if she followed me."

"She doesn't love you, she doesn't even know who you are!" Song Nanchu gritted her teeth, her eyes widened, "If you want to be selfish, you will end up harming yourself."

"I love her." Lian Yi said this sentence lightly, as if he had practiced for a long time, without hesitation or pretending to be affectionate.This is a deep-rooted feeling, just like eating and drinking water, no special environment or special person is needed.

Song Nanchu was stunned for a moment, then the veins on his forehead twitched, and he picked up Lian Yi's collar: "Then you love her so deeply that you will even kill her at all costs."

"That's right, how great is my love if she doesn't die?" Lian Yi laughed, and what he said was no different from a lunatic.

"...Oh." Song Nanchu sneered, let go of Lian Yi, and then grasped the two ends of the scroll with both hands, "On the surface, you go to hell to love her and become great!" As he said, his hands moved in different directions , the painting was torn in half, followed by four and eight... and finally it became smashed.

Lian Yi was grabbing the shredded paper everywhere, and finally it flew into the air, and the shredded paper fell on his head and shoulders like snowflakes.

The girl under the pear blossom is gone after all.

Song Nanchu looked at Lian Yi who was thumping around and thought it was a funny show. He stared at Lian Yi, and felt as if there was a thorn in his eyes, which made his eyes turn red.

If the extravagant wish could come true, then he and Gu Zhiyuan would not be in the current situation.

"Catch them all, put them in death row, and wait for their punishment!" Song Nanchu flicked his sleeves and left the Grand Master's Mansion.

From now on, the Grand Master's Mansion will be sealed off, and all the splendor and splendor will be recorded in the annals of history.

The Grand Master's Mansion is in such a state, even the Empress Dowager's is much more chaotic.

The maids and eunuchs knelt on the ground, weeping badly, saying 'don't care about us', 'let us go', 'I don't know anything' and so on, but none of the maids came to protect their queen mother, Even the closest court lady never said to stand beside the Empress Dowager Lian.

The Empress Dowager Lian sat on a high seat, dressed in fine clothes, with dazzling pearls and hairpins on her head.

This is her dignity, and no one can violate it.

Standing together with Wu Yong, Du Sheng didn't dare to touch the empress dowager, so he could only clean up the maids and eunuchs below.

After everything was cleaned up, Wu Yong stepped forward, bowed to the Queen Mother, then raised his head with a serious expression: "Queen Mother, I hope you..."

Before the words were finished, even the Empress Dowager fell from the chair and fell to the ground with a "dong", the pearl hairpins were scattered on the ground, and some were even broken.

Suicide by taking poison, no matter what.

Du Sheng opened his mouth, even though he was surprised, he felt it was reasonable.Even the queen mother knows how to maintain her self-esteem no matter how proud and blind she is, this is what he knows.

"Report to Your Majesty." Wu Yong wasn't even surprised, his expression was as flat as he wanted.

Ever since Song Nanchu fell out of favor, Wu Yong has always been like this, showing indifference to everything, which made Du Sheng, who always wanted to get along with him, a headache.

The word indifference was too painful for his eyes, and he didn't know how to react.

Compared to the big actions in these two places, Changle Palace was quiet, no one came to disturb.In the past, the few concubines who disliked Lian Qing did not come to throw trouble, which made Lian Qing who was waiting to be punished very distressed.

She couldn't live on like this, she heard that Lian's family was defeated, and she was nailed down like fish on a chopping board by Song Nanchu's criminal evidence.This kind of news is not good, but she always has a feeling of relief. She never thought that everyone who has a relationship with the Lian family will be checked and even locked up, but she...

She hated him very much, she hated Gu Zhiyuan and Song Nanchu.But so what?She is still sitting in this position, what reason does she have to hate?

"Xiu'er, is anyone here yet?" Lian Qing took a sip of tea and asked casually.

Xiu'er shook her head: "Your Majesty, there has never been anyone."

Lian Qing put down her teacup and raised her eyes: "Go to the imperial study!" She didn't come, so she had to go to the door by herself.

As soon as he reached the door, he was blocked by guards.

"Presumptuous!" Xiu'er said a lesson.

"Your Majesty has said that no one in Changle Palace is allowed to go out, and please be considerate, Madam." The guard spoke with a serious look, quite majestic.

Lian Qing waved his hand and turned around: "I know about it."

It turned out that it was a different method?

The Lian family was uprooted. Although the roots were a little deeper, it was okay, and many hidden fine roots were pulled out.

Old General Yi was holding his helmet from many years ago and stood at the door looking south. He suddenly thought of the young man many years ago. Although he was full of lies, he spoke very sincerely. Deep hairy boy?

He suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and his eyes became dark.

It's over, it's over.

Just as the ransacking of Lian's home had not stopped, another big event happened on the other side: General Yi passed away.

This matter is a big event, at least for Shen Yuan, it is a bolt from the blue.He has not yet come out of the emotional pain, but he has lost his master in this world, and he is really heartbroken.

The housekeeper wore hemp and filial piety, burned yellow paper, and said to Shen Yuan, who was standing aside and refused to leave: "The old general has reached his age, and he is lucky to walk like this. It is always better for a black-haired person to send a white-haired person. The white-haired man sends the black-haired man away. Major General, take your time..." At the end of the sentence, the housekeeper couldn't continue.Tears wet the eyes.

Shen Yuan said with a hoarse voice, "Master probably hates me very much, after all, I have never followed the path he gave me. It was me who harmed Master."

There are always such people in the world who take all their mistakes on themselves, no matter whose fault it is, it is always his fault.

The butler shook his hand, tears fell into the brazier and were burned to the ground: "The young general has raised himself up. No one in this world lives for you. Without you, the old general will die anyway." This is said indifferently. After a while, it finally hit Shen Yuan.

"..." Shen Yuan remained silent, without another word.

After keeping vigil until late at night, Shen Yuan felt more refreshed and didn't feel sleepy at all.Seeing that Shen Yuan was guarding him, the old housekeeper sent a group of servants back to rest, and he groped back to his own room with an oil lamp to prepare for bed.

Shen Yuan was the only one left in the mourning hall, it was very quiet, he could detect even the slightest disturbance, let alone someone coming in.

Song Nanchu came to General Yi's mansion to worship, not really to worship, but simply to see Shen Yuan who lost his master.

Standing outside the mourning hall, he could clearly see Shen Yuan who was alone, and at the same time he clearly understood Shen Yuan's pain.

"Sir, why don't you come in to pay respects?" Shen Yuan turned around, and the plain white shroud turned a little yellow under the dark yellow candlelight, "It's windy outside, although it's March in Yangchun, but the night is late, Always cool."

Song Nanchu was seen through by Shen Yuan, and now she can't leave no matter what.

He raised his feet and walked into the mourning hall, but felt that his heels were filled with lead, and every step he took was very difficult: "General Shen has good ears, and the officer has noticed before he approaches the general."

"Mister's footsteps are chaotic and hurried, and he is not walking as calmly as usual, so it is easy to detect." Shen Yuan took three incense sticks from the desk and lit them and handed them to Song Nanchu who came over, "Let's worship."

Song Nanchu received the burning incense and bowed three times, but his face was solemn but his heart was full of twists and turns.He knew that this old general Yi didn't like him, so he naturally understood that even if he died, this old general wouldn't want him to appear in front of his mourning hall.Even though he kowtowed at this moment, he was muttering in his heart to tell old general Yi not to blame himself, don't get angry and so on.

Shen Yuan didn't know about Song Nanchu's psychological activities, he only thought that Song Nanchu was really big-hearted, and he came to pay homage to his master who relegated him like this, isn't he big-hearted?

Such a misunderstanding made Song Nanchu's image in Shen Yuan's heart a bit higher.

After the three worships, Song Nanchu handed the incense to Shen Yuan and asked him to insert it into the incense burner.Looking at Shen Yuan's busy back, Song Nanchu suddenly asked, "What is Wen Tan's wish in this life?"

"To advance and retreat hand in hand." Just five words gave Song Nanchu a headache.

Not to mention advancing and retreating together, even hand in hand, he couldn't promise Shen Yuan. He didn't understand what Shen Yuan was obsessed with.

"Other than that?" Song Nanchu pursed her lips and asked again.

Shen Yuan suddenly turned around, looking into Song Nanchu's eyes with dark eyes: "It's just defending the country and dying on the battlefield." As far as he is concerned in this world, except for Song Nanchu, he has no one who wants to grow old together. Why don't people bury their gray heads in the battlefield for life?

Such a wish is really simple, after all, Shen Yuan is a general who guards the frontier, so naturally he has a lot of opportunities to defend his family and country.

Song Nanchu looked away, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat: "Okay, it's good. With lofty ambitions and wings flying high, General Shen will have a bright future."

This is a blessing but more like a promise, Shen Yuan was a little flustered for a while.He stretched out his hand to grab Song Nanchu, but unfortunately Song Nanchu turned around and fell into the darkness.The slippery silk satin slipped between his fingers, scratching his heart.