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

Cars and horses move slowly.

Fu Bao rode the carriage and said angrily, "Why did you let the man surnamed Lu be in the same carriage as Young Master?"

Liu Yanqing sat in the carriage, closed her eyes and took a nap without answering.

Fu Bao slammed the whip on the horse's back, the horse was startled, the carriage was jolted, Liu Yanqing was nearly overturned, pointing at Fu Bao, he said angrily, "You are doing this to the master?"

Fu Bao pouted.

Speechless all the way.

It was past morning at the prefect's mansion.

The weather is not good, there will be sharp wind and cold clouds, and maybe there will be pouring rain.

The gate of the prefect's mansion was closed.

Lu Jinglan hugged Zhao Yan and got out of the carriage, Fu Bao said, "I'm afraid there is nothing you can do to cure your son's illness."

Lu Jinglan stared at Liu Yanqing.

Liu Yanqing shook her head, "Young master Lu, leave him to me."

Lu Jinglan stood guard outside the door.

There was no wine jar at his waist, and the hand holding the sword was shaking.

The servants of Liu's mansion came in and out.

The decadent old dream of the past decade has been refurbished.

I don't know how long I have been guarding, the sky is thunderous, and heavy clouds are rolling.

The torrential rain poured down like random arrows.

Falling on the eaves, and dripping from the eaves.

There was a shrill sound of birdsong in the rain, and the old trees in the yard sprouted new roots.

Water dripped down Lu Jinglan's shaved face.

Drenched hair sticks to the sides of the broad shoulders.

There was mud under my soft black boots, and weeds grew in the rain.

"Young master can hide under the roof."

The kind-hearted servant girl of Liu's mansion handed over the umbrella, but the swordsman with the sword remained motionless.

Only a pair of heavy eyes stared at the tightly closed door.

Lu Jinglan knew that she was sick.

From the moment he thought that Zhao Yan died, he was already terminally ill, he tossed and turned every night, only when he killed someone and saw blood could he have a moment of joy.

Among the people he killed were vigorous young people and old people who were about to decay.

He can slaughter all the people in the world without changing his face, but he can't raise his sword to his own enemy alone.

He is a coward.

He finally admitted that he was a coward.

So he locked Zhao Yan in the dark underground, trying to drag Zhao Yan to live together in the grave of the dead.

Those who can't bear to kill will make their lives worse than death.

And until this time, Zhao Yan's life hidden behind the mask was revealed in his eyes.

All he needs is someone to give him an excuse for what Zhao Changning did.

The sharp point of the sword cut the palm.

The rain mixed with blood poured on the forest flowers.

The fishy smell is wrapped with the fragrance of earth.

There was not a single tear in Lu Jinglan's eyes.

How can a living ghost have tears.

He crawled out of the plague hell with hatred for Zhao Changning on his back.

Lu Jinglan has a tattoo on her body.

It was engraved by Xunzhen pensmith after he was rescued by Lu Chenyan and placed in Prince Ning's Mansion.

The stylus maker wanted to use mandala flowers for anesthesia, but Lu Jinglan refused.

The process is like a long and cruel punishment.

The stylus and pen craftsman was skillful, and the slender soft needle was stained with ink and penetrated the flesh and blood, engraving the three characters Zhao Changning on his heart one by one.

Because of the time, the color is closer to blue.

The font is still legible.

Every time it rains, the needle will be dull pain.

It rained for a whole day without stopping.

Fu Bao listened to the sound of the rain in the backyard, until when the night covered the ground again, he saw carrier pigeons flying down the window.

Fu Bao was heading towards the front yard with the thin silk that the pigeon was tied under his paws, just passing by Lu Jinglan.

In the pattering rain, Lu Jinglan was silent like a drenched statue.

His figure is straight and never bent.

Later, the closed door was pushed open from the inside out.

Liu Yanqing glanced at Lu Jinglan and said, "He's fine."

Lu Jinglan trembled suddenly, and wanted to move forward, but stopped.

Liu Yanqing smiled, "Master Lu, is he ashamed to look at him?"

Lu Jinglan didn't move.

The blue veins on the back of his hands were already clearly visible.

Liu Yanqing's voice was very slow, so slow that people could clearly hear every word in his mouth.

So every word became a sword.

"He has injuries all over his body, and his lower body is the most serious. Mr. Lu must know how this injury came about."

Lu Jinglan's throat seemed to be filled with lead.

Liu Yanqing said, "He coughed up a lot of blood."

The young man on the stone steps had mottled bloodstains on his moon-white robe, which was Zhao Yan's blood.

Lu Jinglan's eyes were stuck on the bloodstains, and he almost suffocated.

Liu Yanqing sneered, "Young Master Lu injured 32 lives in my Liu family, shouldn't I give my Liu family an explanation?"

Lu Jinglan's pale five fingers clenched the hilt of the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at Liu Yanqing.

Wherever the light of the sapphire sword came, corpses littered the field.

No one in the Liu family is his opponent.

Liu Yanqing said, "Concubine Ning is now in the Li family."

Lu Jinglan said, "How do you know?"

Liu Yanqing said, "The deserted house in the outskirts of the city is under the name of the Li family. I just sent someone to investigate the relationship between the Li family and your Lu family."

"Xiao Zhou Shan King Ning assassinated His Majesty, in order to protect you and Princess Ning, Zhao Yan planted the name of the assassination in Pingyuanhou's mansion and forced to kill King Ning. This matter has passed through my hands. I know that Mr. Lu is not dead."

"Since Mr. Lu is not dead, who is the dead Lu Sheng on the list handed over to the court? Naturally, someone stole it. In the situation of the Lu family at that time, besides Lu Chenyan, who else would take such a big risk to save him? "

Lu Jinglan didn't say a word, a storm was brewing in his eyes.

Liu Yanqing continued, "If the court knows that Mr. Lu is not dead, Mr. Lu and Concubine Ning are guilty of deceiving the emperor. Mr. Lu is not afraid of death, but he has the heart to implicate Concubine Ning and even the Li family who gave you a corner?"

All kinds of thrilling things that year fell into Liu Yanqing's mouth, but they were just a few words of understatement.

Lu Jinglan gritted his teeth, "How are you doing?"

The young man in a moon-white robe on the wet green steps smiled harmlessly, "Young Master Lu uses the left hand of the sword, I like it very much."