Death Princess

shadow gate.

"I didn't expect that the young master of Jianzong would be solved so easily." He Yupeng put his hands behind his back and looked at the corpses all over the place, "It just caused a lot of trouble for the third uncle's Shadow Gate, nephew I'm really sorry."

"Your Highness was joking." Unlike He Yupeng, Jiang Tang did not look at the unrecognizable hidden pile and killer corpse, but turned his eyes to the distance, "If the young master died, Jianzong did not do this to the Shadow Gate. Revenge, you and I should be more worried. Now it seems that Zhao Lu may really be the only son of the Sword Sect Master and has nothing to do with King Ji."

"Third uncle is right, but nephew was negligent."

"His Royal Highness is absurd." Jiang Tang hooked the corner of his mouth, "It's just that the position of the leader of the martial arts..."

"Oh? Uncle San thinks it's inappropriate for Duanmuxi to be the leader of the martial arts alliance?" He Yupeng raised his eyebrows.

"I thought Duanmuxi was the prince's man."

"He used to be, but..." He Yupeng narrowed his eyes, "After the assassination of General Ning, he may not be anymore. Jiang Guozhen is still old and spicy. When he heard about the assassination, The nephew was still waiting to collect the body of General Ning, but she actually moved into Feiling Villa under the pretext of being assassinated, and created a gap between the prince and Duanmu without any effort. The prince was very suspicious. After this incident, Ding I won't use Duanmu anymore. If that's the case, why doesn't my nephew ask for a bargain..." He met Jiang Tang's gaze, "Why, could it be that third uncle wants that foggy face to be the leader?"

"How could that be?" Jiang Tang lowered his gaze, "It's just a butcher."

He Yupeng was about to say something, but a prince's guard suddenly rushed forward and whispered for a while.Jiang Tang, who was watching these from the side, frowned.

"Ah, it's my father... Your Majesty urged me to go back to Beijing." After the guards left, He Yupeng smiled with him, as if it was because of Jiang Tang's doubts, "Nephew, please take care, third uncle."

"Your Highness, walk slowly, and the wind will be on the way."

Turning around and walking out of the room, He Yupeng put away the smile just now, looking at Jiang Tang's back, a cold light flashed in his eyes.With a wave of his hand, He Yupeng recruited a man who looked like a man from the Shadow Gate to his side from an angle that Jiang Tang could not see, looked around, and whispered to him cautiously: "Let me keep an eye on him, big and small matters." No matter how big or small, report them one by one.”

"Yes!" After replying in a low voice, the man ran away.

Third Uncle, Third Uncle, He Yupeng muttered in his heart, don't blame me for being unrighteous if you are unkind.The young master of Jianzong was assassinated and Yi'er ran away, how could the timing be so coincidental?How did Yi'er know the whereabouts of that morning dew?Who can do this except you who have eyeliner everywhere?I asked you to assassinate the young master of Jianzong, but you actually moved Yijiao and involved Changping in it.Before your wings are hardened, you, the third son of King Sui, who has fallen into the ranks of the people, have already started thinking about me as a backer?

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure flashing past the corner of the wall.

"Who?!" When He Yupeng chased after him, the figure had already disappeared.

. . .

The location is back in the log cabin in Xueming Valley.

"It's still early," Zhao Lu was still busy thinking and shocked, but Zhao Qing had already changed a relaxed tone, "You've slept for a long time, you should be tired of sleeping, play chess with me." With a wave of his hand , An ice crystal chessboard slowly formed wherever he went, and two boxes of ice chess pieces, one blue and one white, landed in Chaoqing's hands, "Looking at your current appearance, you must have no strength to raise your hands, so let me help you." You lay down, you blue, I white."

"...?" Daddy, are you here to help me play chess with you?

Chaoqing, without explanation, held the white stone in one hand and the blue stone in the other, and got up with relish.

"..." Seeing Lanzi showing her sharpness from the beginning, step by step until she couldn't lift her head up at the end, Chao Lu felt unspeakably aggrieved, but at this moment, she really didn't have the slightest strength to raise her hand Stop Dad's movement.

A quarter of an hour later, Chaoqing put down the last white stone, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Lu'er, you lost."

"...I didn't even touch the chess pieces."

"I imitated your old chess style, figured out your thoughts, and played for you," Chaoqing said with a very reasonable look, "If Lanzi loses, it is your chess style and your thoughts that lose." It's gone." After saying that, with a wave of his arm, the entire ice chessboard disappeared in place.

"..." Dad, as long as you are happy.

"You feel aggrieved, you feel wrong, but in fact, why have you never done this yourself?"

Why has it never been done before?

Chao Lu instantly understood the meaning behind Zhao Qing's words.

"You imitated her behavior and tried to figure out her thoughts," Zhaoqing continued, "you made many choices for her and forced her. In the end, you called it 'for her own good'. Or Self-comforting: 'She's just a pawn'. But really, is she?"

Chao Lu was speechless.

"Although it is often said that knowing yourself and the enemy is invincible, it does not mean that one person can read another person's mind without any mistakes, and can make choices for another person without fear. Life is different from a game of chess, and people are naturally different. For chess pieces, chess pieces have no heart, but people have feelings. Luer," Chao Qing's expression became serious, "Where did you get the confidence to completely control her? And where did you get the right to replace her? Finish her life decision?"

"Even a king has never been able to control everyone under him, and it is even more impossible to control everyone under him. People are mutual. If you treat them with suspicion and control, how can she treat you with trust and sincerity? Come to the king. Said, only by giving each of your subordinates a free space, they will be loyal to you when they can satisfy themselves. What's more, with your cold heart, you seem to see through the soul of Chaolu, "If you are really like you What do you think? When did you ever treat yourself as a prince, and when did you ever treat Leng Tong as a general? Luer, can you see your own heart clearly?"

His own heart, his own Yu Lengtong's heart.

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, but Zhao Lu was unwilling to face the purest truth.

"When Dad was young, he was just like you. He once committed a mistake that could never be made up for in eternity. It is precisely because Dad missed it, so, Luer," he said earnestly, "I hope you can cut yourself open earlier. It's clear, there are some things... Dad doesn't want to see you regret it, and doesn't want you to make the same mistake."

An irreparable mistake that lasts forever.

"Father, you and Auntie..."

"...I'm sorry for your mother."

"Father, what... did you do?"

"Hey, it's a long story. Daddy was wrong, so Daddy paid for it."

"What...the price?"

"Unforgettable, an unforgettable price." While sighing, Chaoqing handed a glass of water to appease Chaolu.

When Chaolu drank water, she did not forget to stare into Father's eyes, and all the emotions in her heart had long been replaced by pure curiosity.

"Your mother's two slaps and the broken thoughts that lasted for more than 20 years."

"Pfft—" A sip of tea was sprayed out.

As if he had expected this result long ago, Chaoqing waved his hand calmly, froze the tea sprayed in front of him into ice slag, and threw it all back into the teacup, saying solemnly, "This tea is precious, don't waste it .”

"..." Zhao Lu has completely realized that Father's cold jokes are far more lethal than A Niang's laughing tiger.

"Oh?" At this time, a familiar voice came from outside the door, "My two slaps and 20 years of broken thoughts?"

Chaoqing's tense face collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Puff hahaha——" Zhao Lu laughed wildly, covering her stomach regardless of her wound, laughing and laughing, but she didn't feel tired at all.

Seeing her daughter who finally changed her melancholy face after a few days and smiled happily, Chao Qing quietly raised the corners of her mouth, and looked at Liu Yanxue proudly as she was walking in, but the next moment she shrank her neck obediently .

But Zhao Lu's smile didn't last long, her father's words echoed in her ears.

Her own heart, her choice and life, she should...

. . .

It was the village by the Daotang River that had long been deserted.Leng Tong crossed his legs, sitting on the grass where he and Chao Lu came dozens of days ago, holding the Yanling Waist Knife with only half of the wooden handle left after the lightning strike, absently fiddling with it.

"It's been said that the handle of a knife should not be made of iron, so why doesn't anyone believe it?" Zhao Lu's voice sounded in his mind.

No wonder, no wonder the handles of these two knives are made of wood.

Leng Tong gripped the handle of the knife tightly in his palm.

Suddenly, I don't know what the fingers caught, there was a soft sound, and the iron piece that was tightly stuck in the handle and connected to the blade fell to the ground.Looking at the smooth iron sheet, Leng Tong's own face is reflected on the iron sheet, looking at the haggard figure in the reflection, Leng Tong is a little dazed.Is this person yourself?How could I, an assassin, have such an expression?

"Don't be an unintentional knife, but a caring swordsman, okay?"

May I?Is it allowed?Put down the blood on your hands and be a swordsman with a heart.

Slowly reaching out to pick up the iron piece, there was unexpected unevenness at the fingertips.Shocked, Leng Tong held her breath and turned the iron sheet over in front of her eyes. She could see clearly that the uneven thing was a line of words, a line that was written but crossed out, the words Chaolu.

"Leng Tong, Leng Tong, do you know that I was the one who was put on a tree to freeze barbecued pork eight years ago?" Behind the crossed-out handwriting, there is also a painting of a villain that is somewhat illegible .But Leng Tong understood it, the one in the painting is a person strung together by a bamboo stick and a tree.

Obviously, the words and paintings were carved by the knife maker in their spare time, and they didn't intend for anyone to see them.If the lightning hadn't happened to shatter the blade and split the wooden hilt, the piece of iron would be buried in the middle of the hilt forever, and no one would know about it, let alone the mood of the knife maker when he carved the calligraphy and painting.

"What kind of metaphor, the drawing is so ugly haha..." Leng Tong smiled, or she thought she was laughing, and was amused by the words and pictures on the iron sheet.But she found that something hot rolled slowly from the corner of her eyes following the unreal laughter, and instantly wet her entire face.

"Why..." She wiped the tears on her face puzzled, but she couldn't wipe them off, "Why? Why did I... Zhao Lu, you idiot, you bastard... I... I'm sorry..." It's awkward The laughter finally turned into a long-suppressed sob.

……

"Master..." The little Yao Jingyu came over after hearing the sound, but when she saw the crystal clear face of Leng Tong, she quietly walked away, leaving enough space for Leng Tong to be alone.Because, she knew, Master didn't want anyone to see this side of her.

It was night, and the Daotang River, once stained red with blood, was flooded with tears.

(End of Volume [-])

The author has something to say:

Huh——The first volume is over, and the next volume will start. The roles of Qin Hui and He Yi will increase sharply, after all, the story belongs to the four of them.

(Chaolu’s paintings are probably at the level of my cover, haha)

Volume Two