Frost shines on Qingcheng

Lu Yuanzheng's confession shocked Lu Qingrong, she let go of Huanhong's neck, her eyes filled with disbelief.Huanhong fell to the ground after being freed, coughing continuously.

Lu Qingrong glanced at Huanhong, she really wanted to question Lu Yuanzheng, but then she thought about something, and finally endured it and forced herself to calm down: "I don't know how she offended you?"

"She didn't offend me." Lu Yuanzheng answered calmly with his hands behind his back, "A few days ago when you were ill, I saw that your hand was injured badly, so I asked Huanhong. She said that you injured yourself in the bedroom. Yes. But, I'm afraid that's not the case—your injury is inseparable from her." He said, looking at Shen Shuangzhao.

Lu Qingrong smiled, looked up, and pretended not to care on the surface: "Father, so what? I admit that I did argue with Shen Shuangzhao several times that day, but my injury was caused by myself. It's irrelevant. Why do you have to treat her like this behind my back? "

"Of course I treat her like this for another reason." Lu Yuanzheng shifted his gaze to Lu Qingrong's face, not wanting to miss any of her emotional fluctuations, "As far as I know, she is from Shuilan City, and she is Shen Wanrong's most beloved disciple."

Never thought that Shen Shuangzhao's identity would have been found out by her father long ago, Lu Qingrong's heart suddenly lifted, and the hand hanging by her side was also clenched into a tight fist: "...she is indeed from Shuilan City, so what?"

"Nothing." Lu Yuanzheng looked calm, and approached Lu Qingrong step by step, his eyes fixed on her: "It's just Qingrong, you have been really out of order recently."

"Father was joking, I'm quite normal, but it's my own daughter who is suspicious." Lu Qingrong raised her head, and met him with firm eyes.

Lu Yuanzheng was not in a hurry to refute her, he just said: "You are my daughter, so I naturally trust you. In the same way, there are some things you should listen to me."

Hearing this, a bad premonition rose in Lu Qingrong's heart immediately, and a wave of ripples aroused in the original firm eyes.

"The people in Shuilan City and I were at odds more than ten years ago. Now that Shen Wanrong's disciple has been captured, how can I let her go?"

"What do you want?" If Lu Qingrong hadn't had a veil covering her face at this moment, anyone would have been able to see her instantly pale face.

Without further ado, Lu Yuanzheng took out the knife from the jailer's hand and threw it into Lu Qingrong's hand: "Kill her."

Huanhong finally caught her breath, but when she heard that the city chief asked the young lady to kill Shen Shuangzhao herself, she coughed again in shock.

Lu Qingrong subconsciously caught the knife thrown by Lu Yuanzheng, his eyes fell on the sharp blade and he couldn't say a word.

"Go." Lu Yuanzheng's deep and majestic voice echoed in the dark and damp prison.

"Father..." Lu Qingrong frowned, and said unwillingly, "Although Shen Shuangzhao is from the outside city, she is not at fault. When I went to pick remnants of cliff grass, I fell from the top of the mountain. If she hadn't protected me, I'm afraid I... ..."

"Enough." Lu Yuanzheng interrupted her, "Why are you protecting her so much?"

Lu Qingrong couldn't speak, her brows were twisted into a tangled "Chuan", and even the hand holding the knife handle couldn't stop shaking.

Lu Yuanzheng narrowed his eyes: "I heard that when Shen Shuangzhao was dying at Qingmenguan, it was you who brought her back and saved her life. I also heard that you slept with her almost every night a few days ago. It's really close. No——is there any ulterior secret between you and her?"

"No..." Lu Qingrong opened her eyes and kept denying, "I have nothing to do with her. I... I just feel bored recently, so I keep her by my side." Having said that, But no matter how she heard her words, there was a sense of guilt.

"If you feel bored and want to find a companion, there are so many people in Shahai, you can find anyone. Now—" Lu Yuanzheng ordered again, "Kill her. I can't tolerate the people around Shen Wanrong and mine. The daughter is so entangled, and she has given people a reason to talk about it."

Holding the knife, Lu Qingrong just glanced at the weak Shen Shuangzhao, and she couldn't help but take two steps back.

"You said you have nothing to do with her, prove it to me." Lu Yuanzheng raised his head arrogantly, not allowing Lu Qingrong to flinch a bit.

Huanhong stared nervously at Lu Qingrong, although she had long wanted to kill Shen Shuangzhao, but she also knew how important Shen Shuangzhao was in her young lady's heart.And the city lord is doing this now, he really wants to kill the lady.

At this moment, Lu Qingrong could neither advance nor retreat, so he could only struggle on the spot holding the knife in embarrassment.

Lu Yuanzheng had a panoramic view of all her expressions, and said, "If you can't do it, I'll do it." As he spoke, he wanted to take the knife from her hand.

Lu Qingrong's eyes were bloodshot, she shook her head and refused, holding the knife tightly in her hand: "No, I don't need to do such a small matter, I will do it." Her throat slipped, and she swallowed, as if she had swallowed a huge determination.

"Miss..." Huan Hong whispered, the city lord couldn't say anything clearly in her presence, but she still hoped that Lu Qingrong would think clearly.After all, no matter who does such a thing as killing a sweetheart, he will be condemned by God.

It's a pity that Lu Qingrong couldn't hear the voices from the outside world at this time, she was trapped in inner torment, and walked towards Shen Shuangzhao stiffly like a puppet on a string.

Lu Yuanzheng remained calm and focused on Lu Qingrong's every move.

The air in the prison seemed to have frozen, and Huanhong sat on the cold ground without realizing it, but her eyes kept following Lu Qingrong.

However, after a few steps, Lu Qingrong walked with great difficulty. She really wanted to take another look at Shen Shuang's photo, but he was still in a coma with his head down.After pausing for a while with her eyes closed, she raised the knife in her hand.

Lu Yuanzheng pursed his lips tightly, his sharp eyes became sharper.

The knife raised by Lu Qingrong was about to pierce Shen Shuangzhao's chest, but in a blink of an eye, Shen Shuangzhao looked up, and those familiar black eyes were covered with haggardness and mist.Lu Qingrong just exchanged a glance with her, but couldn't bear her emotional eyes, and tears filled his red eyes instantly.

"What are you still hesitating about?" Lu Yuanzheng asked.

Lu Qingrong clenched her lower lip, aiming at Shen Shuangzhao's chest, intending to strike again.It's just that before the point of the knife touched Shen Shuangzhao's coat, she lost all her strength, the hand holding the knife trembled violently, and the point of the knife could no longer stab forward.

"Hmm..." Lu Qingrong cried out, her expression changed from embarrassment to pain, she couldn't bear the torture in her heart, and the knife in her hand fell to the ground.

"Miss!" Huan Hong threw down the piano and ran towards Lu Qingrong.

Because his body fell down involuntarily, Lu Qingrong grabbed Shen Shuangzhao's blood-stained clothes with one hand: "Ah..."

Shen Shuangzhao barely opened her eyes, her throat was unable to make any sound due to lack of water and high fever, she could only watch Lu Qingrong being tortured in front of her.

Lu Qingrong was in so much pain that she couldn't even hold her fingers together, and lost her only attachment, she was completely paralyzed on the ground and shivering.

Huan Hong came over and tried to suppress her, but Lu Qingrong had already lost consciousness because of the pain, and tried every means to vent the pain in her heart.

Everything was as he expected——Lu Yuanzheng couldn't help but sigh, and it was extremely painful for him to be constricted in his chest.He just cared about Lu Qingrong's body, and he had no time to digest his emotions.He picked up Lu Qingrong and strode out of the prison.

Huanhong was at a loss, looked at Shen Shuangzhao, and said: "It's not my lady's intention that you were imprisoned here by the city lord, don't blame her."

Tears were all over Shen Shuangzhao's face, salty tears flowed down her cheeks and seeped into the wound, the pain spread all the way to her heart.

Seeing her like this, Huan Hong couldn't vent her anger no matter how big she was, she just sighed: "I thought you were also an ungrateful and indifferent guy, but it seems that's not the case." This can be regarded as giving the young lady some comfort, " If you can persevere, I will definitely let you leave here."

Shen Shuangzhao didn't know whether she was worried about Lu Qingrong's colic or remembered the grievances and tortures she had suffered in the past few days after leaving Shuilan City, tears kept falling as if a bank had burst.

Huan Hong packed up the qin and wooden box on the ground and planned to leave, but seeing Shen Shuang's photo like this, she was also moved with compassion.She put down the piano again, took out her handkerchief and wiped away the tears for Shen Shuangzhao: "Don't cry too. Just because of you, Miss almost strangled me to death. I've been with Miss for so many years, but I can't compare to an outsider like you, To be honest, I was really disappointed at the time." She asked the jailer to pour a bowl of water and fed it to Shen Shuangzhao, "But it's nothing if I think about it..." If I have a loved one in the future, maybe I will betray Miss someday when I get dizzy ——She said this in her heart.

"Alas... the world is impermanent. I have wronged you for the time being these days." Huan Hong wanted to get Shen Shuangzhao out, but this matter was provoked by the city lord, and she must never decide on her own.Even if she really wants to let Shen Shuangzhao go, she must have the backing of her young lady.

Speaking of Lu Qingrong, Huanhong only then remembered the business.She told the jailer to watch Shen Shuangzhao carefully, but don't let her die, and then hurried away with Qin.

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Lu Yuanzheng carried Lu Qingrong back to the dormitory. Lu Qingrong was still tortured a lot along the way, and she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. Until now, her heart was still troubled.

Huan Hong hurried back to the dormitory panting, thinking that Lu Qingrong's angina could be controlled with the city lord, but Lu Qingrong was still in pain at this time.

"City lord, Miss is suffering like this, you should think of a way..." Huan Hong was always nervous about Lu Qingrong's matter.

Lu Yuanzheng stood by Lu Qingrong's bed, his face was not good-looking: "If you can make her think less about that person, she won't be in such pain."