[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Zhao Yan's fingers were entangled in her sleeves, and there was no blood on the green and white jade face.

Liu Yanqing stretched out her hand, as if wanting to touch his cheek, Zhao Yan tilted her head, and Liu Yanqing's hand landed on a piece of tangled white hair.

Liu Yanqing slowly withdrew her hand and straightened his cheek. The sick and weak person couldn't move under his restraint.

When the two were so close that they could hear their breath, Zhao Yan heard Liu Yanqing say, "You ask me what I'm plotting? I'm plotting against you."

Zhao Yan stretched out her hand and slapped him, Liu Yanqing shackled his wrist, and rubbed his fingertips on his slender chin, if she moved up, she would land on those perfectly shaped lips that had lost their color.

Warm and ambiguous breathing came to my ears, "Zhao Changning, you were awarded to me by His Majesty, and you are mine."

Liu Yanqing noticed that the body beneath her was shivering from the cold, so she let go of Zhao Yan, the cold residual warmth remained on her fingers.

Zhao Yan laughed out loud.

With tragic sorrow in his eyes, he coughed violently.

Relying on this weak body, he was promoted to the top rank, but he did not expect to be able to survive by relying on this weak body in the end.

Zhao Yan closed her eyes deeply, as if she was extremely bored, she no longer looked at Liu Yanqing.

Liu Yanqing knew what he was thinking, but she couldn't explain it.

He did have selfish thoughts and desires to save Zhao Yan.

So he said, "Zhao Changning, the world is so big, there is no place for you except by my side."

Chen Guan stood guard outside the door, hearing a squeak.

The old painted beam wooden doors were pushed open from the inside out.

Chen Guan saw a piece of robes with dark patterns spread out under his feet, and heard Liu Yanqing say, "Look inside, don't let anything happen."

Chen Guan bowed and saluted, "Yes, my lord."

Zhao Yan's body turned back and forth for a while, even Chen Guan, who was serving him closely, couldn't figure out what was going on in his heart.

In the midsummer of Lingnan, the red jacarandas are in full bloom, the leaves are like flying phoenixes, and the flowers are like red phoenixes. The gentle sunlight shines on the mountains and fields through the green gaps.

He never mentioned King Qin again, nor did he inquire about the war in Hedong, but he never showed any kindness towards Liu Yanqing.

Then one day, Zhao Yan told Liu Yanqing that he was going to Fumin.

Xiangjun was one of the most severely plagued counties in south of the Five Ridges.The mass grave is in the south of Xiangjun, a place called Fumin Village.

There are tens of thousands of ants-like lives buried there. The tragic scene of corpses strewn all over the field has been covered by time and time. The locals dare not walk in the middle of the night. It is rumored that there are strange shadows and babies crying strangely.The small town that used to be dimly lit and lived and worked in peace and contentment has now become a deserted ghost village with hundreds of miles of weeds and winding mountain roads.

Fumin Village.

The moon hanging high in the night sky is like a merciless eye.

In the ghost village late at night, the crowing of horses was heard.

The coachman stopped the carriage.

"Young master, too many people died in the past few years. This place is eerie and weird. Ordinary people dare not go there. I will send you here."

A tall, dark shadow jumped from the old carriage. He didn't seem to care what the coachman said. He threw out a few ingots of broken silver. Admonish a few words, "This place is very evil, young master, be careful if you encounter ghosts hitting the wall."

The young man in black clenched the sword at his waist with his fingers.

His white and bony fingers gleamed under the cold moonlight, and his voice was low and emotionless, "Thank you."

As the carriages and horses drifted away, only the young man in black was left in the ghost village. He walked step by step on the muddy mountain road under the moonlight. After walking for about half an hour, the young man stopped in a ruined stele that had been eaten away by wind and sand.

The word Fumin is engraved on the stele.

One step further in, it is purgatory on earth.

The swordsman squatted down, and carefully brushed off the dust on the ruined stele.

Half of the Lu family were in the mass grave in Fumin Village, and their lives were hastily killed.

Some people died and were buried in it, while others were still alive and were choked by handfuls of loess into their nostrils and seeped into their mouths.The process of dying is long and hopeless.

His father, his mother, the housekeeper who was exiled together with the Lu family, and the nanny who brought him up since he was a child.

He thought he would never set foot again in his life, but he still came after Zhao Changning died.

The wind is howling, and the weeds are all over the sky.

The dark red remnant flag of the dilapidated tavern was weathered and shattered, and the villages and towns that were full of people many years ago seemed to have never existed.

Lu Jinglan stepped into the tavern, and vaguely saw the remnants of the past. At that time, the plague had not yet come, and Lu Zehai was still alive. He liked to drink in the tavern, with his wife and children by his side. Although he was exiled, he was more happy than when he was rich. .

Lu Jinglan found a bench in the dilapidated tavern and sat down. He didn't care about the heavy dust, and opened the wine jar at his waist, filling the air with the aroma of years of aging.

Lu Jinglan took a big gulp, and the liquid dripped down his neck.

Zhao Changning.

There is no such person in this world that Lu Jinglan hated so much when he was alive, and suffered so much after he died.

Lu Jinglan staggered to his feet, relaxed and decadent, and the wine jar at his waist smashed into pieces of porcelain.

Zhao Changning!

Lu Jinglan's eyes were scarlet, and he chewed the name between his lips and teeth, as if he was going to chew it up and swallow it alive.

The sound of cars and horses came from outside the deserted tavern.

In the cold night, a ghost village with few people.

Who else would come but him?