Jiang Qing

The scene of laughter in the past seems to be still before my eyes, and the original and shy horse trainer has become a well-known general.

Time is always invisible, changing people's appearances and destroying people's minds.It's just that in the same age, some people are handsome and handsome, while others are devastated.

Mei Shao casually took the folding fan that Li An put on the table, and tapped on the wooden table little by little. Looking at Ling Che who was seriously injured on the stage, the smile in his eyes deepened.

After dozens of rounds of dealings, Ling Che finally found a way to use the sixteen-line sword, which caused him to be injured a little, but according to the current situation, Ling Che, who was seriously injured, had no chance of winning.

Ling Che himself was obviously aware of this, and he pretended to hold the sword with his right hand to block it by taking advantage of the direction of the sword sixteen. With a knife flower, it cut horizontally towards Jian Shiliu's abdomen.

Ling Che didn't want to waste any more time, so he tried his best to receive the sword in vain, but also let Jian Shiliu take the sword from himself.

But Jian Shiliu seemed to have seen through his thoughts long ago, and similarly changed his left sword, barely blocking the point of the knife point, and directly grabbed Ling Che's right arm with his right hand. The crossed posture froze in place.Jian Shiliu glanced at Mei Shao's direction from the corner of his eye.

Mei Shao still tapped the table with her fan calmly, as if she didn't see the blood on Ling Che's body at all.

Li An pursed his lips and looked at Ling Che on the stage who was still holding on, the blood on his body made his dark clothes wet. He glanced at Mei Shao, but swallowed the words again.

After Mei Shao glanced at Li An, she carefully explained: "Qingshuang Sword is sharp, you can see that his wounds are thin and narrow, and the blood will only flow out slowly. Don't worry, even if you fight now If you make a big move, it will not bleed faster than stabbing someone with a knife, and you will not die for a while." At the end, with a little pride, as if showing off, he added: "The Qingshuang Sword has nothing but a sword seal. Throat, otherwise tender. It was created to keep people from dying a happy death."

Seeing him discussing Ling Che's wound with himself with great interest, Li An thought of what he said to Jian Shiliu in the inn; "Just, don't let him win too easily."

Li An looked at Mei Shao who was sitting next to him, he was smiling while watching the contest on the stage, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The nobles in the attic had their own thoughts, and the spectators in the scattered seats were immersed in it. He was the only one sitting in the noisy crowd, but he seemed to be watching a funny farce from a distance.If it wasn't for the usefulness of keeping Ling Che, Li An would not doubt that Mei Shao might have indulged Jian Shiliu to kill Ling Che on stage on a whim, just for the sake of a little thought in his heart, to break and tear apart everything floating in Yuping. The prosperity on the surface reveals those intrigues and dirty thoughts.

Mei Shao is patient.

From the day he stepped into Pingdu, he has been trying to restrain his emotions, suppressing his nausea and anger to see Bai Bingchen and negotiate with Zhao Zhen. He can feel that he is becoming an uncontrollable Another person, in this state, he doesn't know whether he can live normally until the end of revenge, or he will become a lunatic halfway.

"Forget it, it's really boring." Mei Shao said suddenly, opened the fan impatiently, and slapped it twice perfunctorily.

Jian Shiliu retreated along the edge of Ling Che's sword, just stuck on the edge of the ring, pretended to be unsteady, and fell off the ring.

The transition between winners and losers was so quick that even the record officer, who had been staring at the stage, couldn't react.

The record officer on this martial arts arena is not a powerless civil servant, but a master selected from the Pingdu Forbidden Army, so that he can see the situation on the stage clearly and avoid someone from making trouble in private.

Jian Shiliu's defeat here was straightforward. Although it was surprising, he was indeed forced to retreat at that step. If he was replaced by the recorder himself, he would definitely not be able to avoid the knife.He could only be regarded as Jian Shiliu's bad luck, and he lost the round by falling off the ring at the last moment.

Amidst the regretful sighs of the spectators, Jian Shiliu secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and hid in the crowd with his sword in hand.

The blood stains on Ling Che's body were mixed in the dark coat, if you don't pay attention carefully, you really can't see it.The ceremony officer who announced the victory gave Ling Che a hand, but he felt blood on his hand, and let out a low cry of fright.

"General Ling, take advantage of the time for the next martial arts competition to take a good rest and bandage the wound."

Ling Che didn't reply, he stopped the ceremony officer from trying to help him, walked to the candidate's rest area by himself, and randomly applied some medicine.

Those wounds were really small and dense, even a bottle of wound medicine was poured down, but the bleeding did not stop.

Only then did he belatedly recall the strange rumors he heard during the night talk in the army.

It is rumored that this Qingshuang sword is an evil sword. When the Qingshuang sword was born, all the swordsmen who fought with it died of blood.Even Qingshuang's swordsmanship is weird and peculiar, and she is not following an upright path, which is despised by others.It's just that before the Xuantian Sword, the most powerful sword in the world, went south to compete, the Qingshuang Sword entered the Burial Sword Villa.

There are sixteen main swords in the Burial Sword Villa, some of which are strong and strong, some of which are evil and weird.

Take the Yin Ghost Sword, which was often ordered by the employer to take revenge on the rivers and lakes in the past two years. Tear off a piece of flesh and blood.But the strange poison enters the body, suppressing the pain, and the recipient of the sword can feel the pleasure when his flesh and blood are separated. , all the pain surged up, sending his soul back to hell.

This kind of swordsmanship is more like a kind of torture. It is no wonder that those who harbor blood feuds are willing to pay all the price to get the ghost sword out of the villa, only to pierce the heart of the enemy and avenge their own vengeance.

But I have never been in the rivers and lakes, and such a sword is pressing towards me step by step, so what is it for?Ling Che frowned deeply in thought, and inadvertently touched the wound, his brows involuntarily frowned even deeper.

Zhao Zhen was far away, but seeing Ling Che's injury was not serious, and he didn't know how long he could last in the next competition, he secretly blamed Mei Shao for not knowing the seriousness, but he caught a glimpse of Zhao Jinghe pretending to be unintentional towards him. After looking there for a few times, most of the fire in my heart was eliminated.

Except for the first round between Ling Che and Jian Shiliu, which was really long, the other rounds did not cause any major disturbances, and ended in a regular manner.

Before Ling Che could catch his breath for too long, it was his turn to take the stage again.Without the weird swordsmanship of Jian Shiliu, the rest of the competition is tough and upright martial arts.If it had been put before, Ling Che would not have taken these people seriously, but after a martial arts contest with Jian Shiliu, Ling Che's vitality was seriously injured, and the last thing he wants to meet now is to have the same martial arts skills as himself People who are not even able to catch their breath opportunistically.

The roar in his ears dazzled him a bit, he looked up, wanting to see the expression of that person behind the bead curtain.

In a daze, Ling Che felt as if he had returned to the time when he was pressed on the torture bench to be punished. He still raised his head like this, trying hard to look up at her.

He didn't send the letter that day. He really buried that admiration and gratitude firmly in his heart as Bai Bingchen said. He never dared to forget or look directly at him for a moment.

By chance, he got the blue eyes of the Marquis of Jinxi, and was brought back to Jinxi to be a bodyguard.

Having been summoned by the king and loved by the people, he finally became a restless general as she said, walking on horseback and in military tents every day, longing for one day to be able to be so natural and proud. Walking up to her, he told her that he was the little horse trainer she saved back then.

The little horse trainer who didn't even have time to say a word in front of her has finally grown into a prestigious general, who can justifiably ride a majestic war horse and ask the girl in his heart what he wants.

As he wished, when we met again, he was indeed riding a strong horse majestically and leading the army, but he wanted King Qianliqin to capture King Jing's camp.

Along the way, since the day the army set out, he had never closed his eyes. With such a strong character, he didn't know how she would choose to end her life after King Jing's defeat, and what would Zhao Zhen do? What is the punishment for a treasonous sinner like her?

It wasn't until Zhao Zhen wanted to reward him after saving her life and clearing up King Jing's remaining army, that he dared to kneel outside the hall and beg Zhao Zhen:

"I don't ask for an official position, I just ask your Majesty to treat you and the eldest princess as before."

as before.

Don't be deliberately enthusiastic, let her be immersed in the sadness of losing her brother every day; don't be deliberately indifferent, let her arrogant demeanor be buried with this conspiracy.

He wanted her to accept this change slowly and naturally, not to change her temperament, and not to cater to those dignitaries. He wanted her to be the highest peony on the branch, blooming silently. with.

Looking at Zhao Zhen's thoughtful expression, Ling Che knew that this simple request of his was betting on himself, and even on the future of the Jinxi Army, but the way Zhao Jinghe kept his tears from falling with red eyes was in his heart. Hovered over and over in his mind, forcing him to not want to see her like this again.

The roar in his ears was still clamoring. Ling Che couldn't hear the sound from the outside world, but it was very clear in front of his eyes. He mechanically repeated throwing the knife, falling down, getting up, and drawing the knife again. He didn't feel any pain, but he could clearly see Seeing the people in front of him fall down one by one, and finally he was left standing on the ring alone, and finally there would be no new people in front of him, so he fell heavily.

There is still no shadow of that person in the clear eyes.

Ling Che felt a little aggrieved, he didn't know whether it was a drop of sweat or tears, which flooded his eye sockets and covered his eyes.

What does it matter if the eyes are clear or blurred?Anyway, she didn't come to see him this time.

A martial arts competition for the eldest princess that attracted worldwide attention finally came to an end, and everyone in it got the ending they wanted, and even the common people waiting outside got something to talk about after dinner.

General Ling Che, who was on the Megatron side, was covered in blood, and was carried out of the Qingluan Pavilion by his servants.

In addition to fulfilling the agreement with Zhao Zhen as she wished, Mei Shao also got another piece of news.

Bai Bingchen was unable to come today because of a sudden serious illness.