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

Hands are the second life of a swordsman.

Liu Yanqing wanted Lu Jinglan's life to be worse than death.

Lu Jinglan gripped the sapphire sword hilt tightly.

"Liu Yanqing!"

The young man in the moon white robe stood on the green steps with his hands behind his back.

Behind him is the corner of the door that is not hidden, and the dim candlelight inside can be vaguely glimpsed.

"Mr. Lu is reluctant? It seems that the weight of Princess Ning's family is not much in Mr. Lu's heart."

Lu Jinglan's pupils shrank sharply.

There is no bright moon in the middle of the rainy night, and the mountains are covered by night in the distance.

Lu Jinglan finally said, "Liu Yanqing, are you avenging him? If you want to break my arm, let Zhao Changning come in person."

Liu Yanqing said coldly, "Zhao Changning was tortured by you to the point of death, how could he have the strength to break your arm?"

"It's better to trouble Mr. Lu to come in person."

The Sapphire Sword is a peerless famous sword.

It is a collection of the Lu family.

Lu Jinglan used this sword to walk out from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and cut off no less than hundreds of heads, with the bones behind him forming a wall.

Now the blade is facing me.

The swordsman's indifferent eyes were reflected in the cold light.

If this is what Zhao Changning meant—

In the pattering rain, there was a squeak, the bead curtains under the eaves shook, and a thin shadow came from the inside out.

Under the green cloth clothes were light soft shoes, supported by braided servants, with black hair, snow-white face, sharp chin, and a sickly look.The splashed rain wetted the hem of the blue robe, and he coughed intermittently.

Liu Yanqing's face suddenly changed, "Fu Bao, what are you doing with him?"

Fu Bao said helplessly, "Young master wants to come out, but he refuses to take the medicine, I have no choice."

Lu Jinglan stared at the shadow under the eaves without blinking, as if if she misplaced her eyeballs, that shadow could disappear from the sky and the earth and could not be found anywhere.

Zhao Yan's voice was weak, but she said loudly, "Lu Jinglan, no one will take your arm away, and no one will use what happened back then to drag Lu Chenyan into the water. This is the grievance between the Lu family and the Zhao family, and has nothing to do with Liu Yanqing. "

"Zhao Changning is sorry for the Lu family. If you want to kill me in the future, come and take this life at any time. If you didn't come to kill me, you don't need to come again."

Lu Jinglan's hand holding the sword was shaking, and his face was as white as paper.

It was difficult to understand the meaning of Zhao Yan's words.

Lu Jinglan was only allowed to appear in front of Zhao Changning when he killed Zhao Changning with a sword.

Zhao Yan's brows and eyes are calm like a calm lake in late autumn.

Lu Jinglan opened and closed his lips, and heard his voice like a broken gong, "Zhao Changning..."

Zhao Yan coughed a few more times, and Fu Bao put on his coat for him.

"If you don't kill me, then go."

At this time, Lu Jinglan would rather Zhao Changning cut off his arms.

Lu Jinglan closed her eyes, "Zhao Changning, I just want to ask you, when you ransacked the Lu family's house, did you feel any compassion?"

Zhao Yan answered truthfully, "Yes."

Lu Jinglan laughed miserably, and the laughter shook his chest.

So many years of brooding.

It turned out that it was just a humble begging for this sympathy.

The swordsman was drenched in the rain, relaxed and decadent, and the sapphire sword was retracted into its sheath.

The rain fell on his clean eyebrows.

"I promise you."

When I want to kill you, I come to see you.

Lu Jinglan's promises have always been worth every word.

When Lu Jinglan left the Liu Mansion, the rain continued and dark clouds surged.

Zhao Yan finally reached the end of her strength, and was embraced by Liu Yanqing when she fell down.

Liu Yanqing stared at Zhao Yan's drowsy face, and said in a low voice, "Who you say has nothing to do with it."

Zhao Yan didn't hear it.

Lu Jinglan walked alone in the rain.

For so many years, the people around him came and went, and in the end the only thing left by his side was this sapphire sword.

The sapphire sword exudes a cold aura of indifference.

On the way, passing the thatched cottage and the long street with bluestone slabs is like walking in the dark cloud alley in the capital.

The prosperous Lu family in the past has disappeared.

Zhao's house across the street was reduced to ruins.

New taverns opened and old ones died.

What can't be erased by time?

Is it hatred, or love?

Lu Jinglan's heart ached, but it wasn't because of the tattoo.

He knocked on the door of the restaurant, buckled two copper coins, and indulged in the aroma of fine wine.

Lu Jinglan was very drunk.

Lu Chenyan led people to search the streets and alleys of the city, and brought Lu Jinglan back to Li's house.

Drunken, Lu Jinglan picked up a piece of Jin Ruyi from the table and roasted it on a candle embroidered with a phoenix.

When Lu Chenyan came in with the hangover soup, he saw Lu Jinglan scald his heart with the burning red Ruyi in his hand, his flesh and blood rolled almost instantly, and the smell of burnt skin filled the air.

Lu Jinglan threw Jin Ruyi aside.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Lu Chenyan screamed, spilled the hangover soup all over the floor, and hugged Lu Jinglan, who was trembling in pain, into his arms.

Lu Jinglan murmured in his elder sister's arms.

"Sister, I don't want to be born in the Lu family in my next life."

Lu Chenyan burst into tears like rain.

From then on, the tattoo on Lu Jinglan's heart was covered by a hideous scald.

This tattoo was born out of hate.

If hate is no longer there, there is no need for it to exist.

Lu Jinglan couldn't kill Zhao Changning, so he had to let him go.

Just like when Zhao Changning was detained at Lu's house late at night because of drunkenness.

He fell disheveled on Lu Jinglan's couch.

The young Lu Jinglan's heart was beating thumpingly.

Fingers landed on those bright red lips.

In the end nothing was done.

This is his personal secret.