The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

The author has something to say: Memories kill, Zhang Lan = Zhang Kuang

"Zhang Lan."

The little girl lying on the eaves froze. When she turned around, she kicked off a few tiles and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Holding a bamboo stick, she watched helplessly as the big tabby cat she was chasing swayed, jumped up the tree and disappeared.

"What are you doing there, why don't you come down soon?"

The man held the bibliography in his hand, frowned, and shouted again.

Zhang Lan reluctantly said, "I know Daddy, I'll come down now."

Zhang Lan leaned on the edge of the wall, looked down, and then jumped down.She looked at about seven or eight years old, but her skills were excellent, when the cloth shoes landed softly on the ground, there was no sound at all.

"Daddy!"

The little girl's voice was clear and immature, winding down like a stream.

The man smiled and said, "Zi Lan, come here and give Daddy a hug."

Zhang Lan was happy, and rushed over bouncingly, throwing herself into the arms of the man.The man was thrown by her, as if he was touched somewhere.There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he frowned unconsciously.

Caressing his daughter's soft hair with callused hands, the man smiled and sighed softly: "Good Laner, let's go play."

A woman heard the sound outside the house, opened the door and came out.She is combed in a woman's bun style, her clothes are plain, and her appearance is plain.She walked quickly to support the man, her tone was shocked and distressed: "Heng Lang, you—"

Zhang Heng pointed to Zhang Lan who was holding him, made a "shh" gesture to his wife, and said, "Sang Jin, is Lan'er still obedient?"

Sang Jin sighed: "I ran to the edge of the wall, still obedient? Every day I know to run to the martial arts field, and practice martial arts with the general all day long, day and night."

Zhang Lan was a little unhappy, her mother didn't seem to like her very much, and she only cared about her father all day long.It's still dad who treats me the best, even though he will force her to endorse it.

It's just that my father's health has not been very good. Every morning he has to go to the emperor to see the emperor, and at night he has to light up the lamp to write the memorial. The candlelight lasts all night, he is busy and tired.

Zhang Lan raised her head in dissatisfaction, and said, "I went up to the wall to catch cats. That stray cat always sneaks in and steals food. It's fat and big."

"That's all," Sang Jin said, "Don't disturb your father, go and play by yourself."

Zhang Lan nodded, and ran away with three steps.

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The shelf was full of weapons. Zhang Lan picked up the red-tasseled gun and twirled it around in her hand. The tip of the gun was shaken into a circle, flying through the clouds like a dragon, full of vigor.

"Hey!"

She held on to the outer railing, didn't even bother to push it, just tapped her feet and jumped up, flipping over lightly.

There are only a few people on the martial arts training ground.

A young boy was being scolded with his head drooping, and his whole body was listless.And standing opposite him was an older woman, who was the current general Jiang Yanqiu that Sang Jin was talking about.

Jiang Yanqiu fought for more than ten years and laid down countless mountains and rivers for the country of Jiang.Although she was dressed in plain clothes at the moment, she was imposing, her spine was straight, and her brows were soaked with the sharp cold air honed from the battlefield.

After talking for a while, the boy still looked ignorant, the woman sighed helplessly, turned around and walked away, leaving the boy alone in the training ground.

The boy threw the sword on the ground angrily, looking unconvinced.

"Prince! You are being trained again!"

The voice was crisp and raw, with a taste of gloating.

Jiang Yucheng raised his head, and said angrily, "The Zhang family, why are you here again?"

Zhang Lan's robes fluttered, and the red-tasseled gun was held by her, and it danced lightly in the air along with the breeze, like a burning cloud, drawing a bright color against the gloomy sky.

Jiang Yucheng crossed his arms and snorted: "You still dare to come to the martial arts field? Are you afraid that your father will force you to endorse the book?"

Zhang Lan shook her head, and her long black hair spread out.She put the red-tasseled gun into her arms, sat down beside the boy, and said excitedly: "Daddy is busy today, so he doesn't have time to talk to me."

She pursed her lips, and said with some dissatisfaction: "To be honest, those things understand righteousness, the country is strong, and Sheng Deming, I have recited it over and over again—"

"I'm tired of memorizing it!"

Jiang Yucheng laughed a few times, and said: "My father is the best, he never forces me to endorse, but the general is a little tight."

Zhang Lan said enviously, "That's great."

Jiang Yucheng nodded seriously, and said, "That's right, I will be the one who will inherit the throne in the future."

The weather has not been very good for the past few days, dark clouds are thick and heavy coming from the south, and the wind passing by the ear also brings a little cold water vapor.

Zhang Lan said: "Then wouldn't it be possible for you to be well clothed and well fed, with a beautiful woman in your arms, and the festive banquet lasts for dozens of days?"

Jiang Yucheng shook his head and said: "Father, he is too extravagant and wasteful. I heard that the minister said that the drought in the east has worsened, and many people have no rice to eat."

He thought for a while, and said: "When I become emperor, it will be fine if I only open it for one day!"

Zhang Lan recalled the last Lantern Festival, the city was full of fireworks, and the bright red silk lanterns were hung from the top to the end of the city, which was magnificent and beautiful.

For more than ten days in a row, the palace was full of joy, and there was still a feast for the emperor to attend.At the banquet, hundreds of beautiful dancers danced in turn, stretching and stretching, and their red clothes were brighter than that of the evening glow.

The peach blossom cakes at that time were delicious. It is said that it takes a long time for the cook to collect the ingredients to achieve such a fragrance that overflows and melts in the mouth.

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"Princess."

Jiang Yanqiu stood in front of the weapon rack with her hands behind her back, her black hair loosely tied up, and the cold light of all kinds of weapons reflected on her face, casting a chill in her eyes.

She turned her head when she heard the sound, looked at the man leaning over, and said, "What's the matter?"

The man was dressed in black, bowed his body and saluted very respectfully: "I have already asked all of them on the side of Immortal Dao, and no one answered."

Jiang Yanqiu sighed, "That's all."

"After all, they are still high above, why bother to get involved in these mortal trivial matters."

"I still have something to report." The man lowered his head and half-kneeled on the ground, "the emperor has issued an order..."

After half an hour.

"Bang—" The door of the main hall was knocked open.

Jiang Yanqiu held a long spear in her hand and stood against the light. She looked at the emperor sitting on the dragon chair, her eyes were only as cold as a desert, and she had no intention of bowing down.

"I need an explanation."

Jiang Yanqiu was probably the only one who dared to break into the main hall with a weapon in hand.She was holding a red-tasseled gun, aggressive, with a bad tone:

"Take a good look at what you look like now! Suppress loyal ministers and good generals, listen to all the slanderous words-how can these thousands of miles of land be used for such squandering?!"

Her complexion was not very good, her cheeks were streaked with white marks by the cold wind, only her eyes were like cold stars, like goshawks soaring from the sky in the desert.

"Princess."

The man finally opened his mouth slowly, and said: "I respect the emperor, I am rich in the world, I am ordered by the sky, and all I can see are my servants and concubines, so how can I talk about squandering?"

He slowly raised his hand and said, "Come here."

Immediately, guards rushed in, Jiang Yanqiu refused to make a move, so he had to let the guards capture her alive.The ominous premonition became more and more serious, she frowned, looked at the man and said sharply:

"Jiang Hong, you—!"

"You want to capture your blood relatives and put them in prison?!"

Jiang Yanqiu was so angry that she couldn't speak. Looking at her father and younger brother, or the present-day sage, she felt as if her whole body was immersed in profound ice, and even her blood became bitingly cold.

"Eldest princess, General Yu'an, Jiang Yanqiu, who committed crimes against the Holy Majesty, should be beheaded according to the law."

Jiang Hong played with the objects in his hands, and seemed to be a little sleepy, and said: "But if you think of his merits in the battle, the merits and demerits will make up for the crime and he will not die."

Jiang Yanqiu was imprisoned in place, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and fell to the ground, leaving a swamp of water.

"Haha, very good," Jiang Yanqiu was caught by the arm, unable to move.

She raised her head and laughed out loud, her voice full of sarcasm, "I finally understand... After ten years of fighting, thousands of miles of troops, what kind of person is the country and the country that is guarding."

Jiang Hong was leaning on the dragon chair, with a curtain of white jade beads hanging from the crown, each bead was delicate and translucent, and was ground from the finest jade.He looked at Jiang Yanqiu through the beaded curtain, put his hand on the armrest, tapped, and flung out two words:

"Forbidden."

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It is rare that there is no one in the training ground today.

Zhang Lan was able to occupy the entire field again, she rubbed her hands together, and went to play with the weapon in a bouncing manner.

The sword is too light to hold, the knife is too heavy to hold, the stick doesn't look majestic, and the whip is so soft that she can't handle it. Anyway, nothing is satisfactory.

Zhang Lan picked and picked, and threw a bunch of weapons on the ground in a mess.In the end, she couldn't find anything she liked, so she moved the weapons on the ground with her foot in disgust, and yawned.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing the voice, Zhang Lan turned around in surprise, and said, "Prince? You actually have the leisure to come to the martial arts field?"

Jiang Yucheng shook the cricket cage in his hand and said, "I'll catch the crickets."

The general couldn't come out, his father didn't care about him, and the ministers only flattered him when they saw him, Jiang Yucheng wandered around, leaving the palace as soon as he wanted, I don't know how comfortable he is.

There was no one around, and Zhang Lan was so courageous, she tugged on Jiang Yucheng's sleeve and shook it, "Jiang Yucheng, have you seen the general? I haven't seen her in the past few days."

Jiang Yucheng pulled his arm back in dissatisfaction, and said, "Don't you know, the father has grounded General Yu'an, and she won't be able to come for a while."

"Foot grounding?!" Zhang Lan yelled, "Why did you ground the general?"

Jiang Yucheng said: "Why do you ask me, I don't know."

"Don't worry if the general is grounded, you are heartless!" Zhang Lan stomped her feet and pulled him away: "Go, let's find her!"

Jiang Yucheng was staggered by her and dragged out all the way, "Zhang Lan, I am the prince! Do you understand the prince!"

"Shut up you, keep your voice down!"

Zhang Lan was very familiar with the location of the General's Mansion, she dragged Jiang Yucheng to the left and right, and arrived at the destination with ease.

The two sneakily hid in the shadows under the eaves, watching a group of armored guards patrolling back and forth in front of the door.

Jiang Yucheng scratched his head and said, "What is the father doing? It's just grounding, and you have to send so many people to watch?"

"Tsk," Zhang Lan was also puzzled, "I don't know, but seeing the situation, we don't want to go in."

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The two returned in vain. Zhang Lan returned to her family's mansion with her head downcast. She looked at the word "Zhang's Mansion" written on the plaque, and reached out her hand to knock on the copper ring.

"Boom-thump-"

The door was opened a small crack, and Zhang Lan was caught off guard and pulled in.She watched Sang Jin shut the door tightly, confused:

"Mother, what's wrong?"

She looked around, her father was usually very frugal, and there were not many servants in the mansion.At this moment, the servants didn't know where they were going, and the courtyard seemed even more empty. Even the flowers and plants planted by my mother were listless, with their leaves drooping.

Sang Jin knelt down and held Zhang Lan's hand with a serious expression she had never seen before: "Lan'er, don't be afraid, mother will take you somewhere, okay?"

Zhang Lan nodded ignorantly, and said, "Eh...? Okay."

Sang Jin stood up, and covered Zhang Lan's eyebrows with soft and warm hands. Suddenly, there was a vague sound of wind in her ears, and the heart-warming fragrance of hibiscus flowers lingered in her nose, and her body also relaxed.

After a long while, the scent of flowers faded away gradually, and the strong smell of blood rushed into the nostrils suddenly, mixed with a musty smell of decay, which made people feel nauseous for a while.

Zhang Lan was so excited that she couldn't hold back, and retched with a "cough cough".