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

Lu Jinglan withdrew his sword abruptly, his eyes fell on Zhao Yan's bleeding palm, and he sneered expressionlessly, "Zhao Changning, do you think there is anyone in this world who believes in you?"

No one in the world believed him.

Zhao Yan frowned, did not look at him, and put her injured hand into her sleeve, as if she did not hear his heart-wrenching words.

He said lightly, "Then kill me. There is Lu Chenshuang accompanying me on the left and right Huangquan roads, so I am not lonely anymore."

"Zhao Changning!"

Lu Jinglan held Zhao Yan by the collar and pressed him against the cliff, stared at Zhao Yan and asked, "Where is Lu Chenshuang?"

He got no answer.

Zhao Yan's body has reached the end of its strength these days, and it is not easy to hold on until now.

He was thrown on the cliff by Lu Jinglan, coughed a few times, lost all strength, and fell limply on Lu Jinglan's shoulder.

The long black hair still carried the fragrance of green grass leaves on the ground, and her pale hands gently tugged at Lu Jinglan's sleeves.

"Lu Jinglan, take me home."

Just like Zhao Changning's tone many years ago.As if nothing happened.

In Lu Jinglan's eyes, he just felt that it was time to lift this gorgeous painting.

Shen Shuang is in Zhao Changning's hands, if something happens to Zhao Changning, Shen Shuang...

Lu Jinglan gritted his teeth and threw Zhao Changning onto the horse.

Zhao Yan was drowsy, and tightened the driftwood in his hand.

Lu Jinglan did not die.

It can be considered that his sin has been reduced by one point.

Lu Jinglan whistled.

The black knights scattered on the spot.

Lu Jinglan jumped up on the black steed, and could still hear the weak breathing of the person in his arms.

The injured hand was still grabbing Lu Jinglan's sleeve.

The swordsman's eyebrows were a little laid-back and unruly, and his expression was cold.

With the wind blowing over, Lu Jinglan subconsciously turned his body sideways, and then his whole body became stiff.

Protecting him has become a habit, but now you can't change it?

He clenched the sapphire sword at his waist tightly.

With the sword back in its sheath, the wind whimpered.

Yu Hui dragged out his shadow, wandered around until late at night, and knocked open the gate of Zhao's house.

Zhao Dongyang got up and saw a tall swordsman masked in black, holding the unconscious Zhao Yan in his arms.

Both of them smelled of blood.

Zhao Dongyang was a little terrified.

When he received Zhao Yan's adornment from the King of Qin, he thought it was the Lord's intention.

Entrusted by King Qin, he delivered a letter to Chang Ping in the palace in the name of an adult. The letter was written by King Qin himself, and he did not know the content.

Why is your lord coming back like this now?

The young swordsman described it as indifferent, so he handed Zhao Yan over to Zhao Dongyang, stood on one side, and said to Zhao Dongyang, "When your master wakes up, tell him, and I agree to what he said. If there is anything wrong in the future, I will I will come to take Zhao Changning's head."

Zhao Dongyang sneered, "Where do you think my Zhao family is, so you can come and leave whenever you want?"

The young swordsman led his black steed, leaving only a black back for Zhao Dongyang.

Walking silently is already the realm of a master.

Zhao Dongyang supported Zhao Yan, stared blankly at that figure from the back, and felt that it looked familiar, and even forgot to call someone for a while.

"It's dry, be careful with candles."

The watchman was beating loudly, it was already midnight.

Lu Jinglan led his horse, crossed the long street of Zhao's house, and walked out of Wuyun Lane.

Go out from Wuyun Lane and cross another bridge, which is the former Lu family.

Lu Jinglan stood on the bridge and watched from a distance.

The Lu family that used to be full of bells and lanterns, eunuchs dare not disturb the dust in front of the door when they go out, is now in ruins.

The entrance of Wuyun Lane is still there, and the bustling sound of the past has disappeared.

Things are people and not everything.

The swordsman hung his sapphire sword on his waist, and under the dim candlelight on the street, he went to the peddler to buy a pot of wine.

Throw down a few copper coins.A copper plate spun down to the ground, and the peddler stooped to reach for it, wiping it clean with his cuff.

Who are you working hard for?

Thousands of lights are on, but there is no other place for him in this world.

The swordsman leads his horse, drinks his wine, and hangs his sword at his waist.

It seemed that he was about to go to the end of the world, walking alone, but was finally stopped by someone.

A few years ago, a shadow in red looked over with a smile, and the lights behind him were dim.

The red clothes turned into a sea of ​​blood.

The sapphire sword can cut off the head, but it can't cut off the fate.