It's not good to be a widow [Comprehensive]

When Ye Gucheng stepped into the gate of Nanwang Mansion, Xiaocheng happened to be at night.

He came all the way from Bat Island without delaying even a single moment, and in the end it only took ten days to reach his destination.

Along the way, he thought about it more than once, when he met Nan Wang, how he would question this person.

But when he crossed the exquisite threshold with his sword in hand, he suddenly felt that there was no need to ask any more questions.

He had already figured out the truth before he came here, and the so-called old relationship 20 years ago only made the truth more ironic.

So what else is there to ask?Just get the bill back.

Ye Gucheng thought so, and then walked through the main hall without hesitation, and asked where King Nan was at the moment under the surprised and fearful eyes of the servants in the mansion.

Nanwang is in the study not far away, separated from here by a winding corridor and half of the deep lake.After confirming the location, he raised his breath without thinking, and swept across the half of the lake.

But in just two breaths, he stood at the door of Nan Wang's study.

And at this moment, the guards in Nanwang's mansion finally rushed over belatedly, trying to surround him.

He heard the movement of these people, but he didn't even look at them halfway, and raised his hand to strike a sword.

The sword energy was wrapped in the wind, and the door of the study was split open in an instant!

The door slammed on the ground, making a rumbling sound that could startle the entire study, causing dust to fly in the air. Under the reflection of the bright lights in the study, it looked extraordinarily embarrassing.

Ye Gucheng walked through the embarrassment and strode in.Seeing Nan Wang's more frightened and fearful expression than the others, he almost sneered.

But in the next moment, Nan Wang stabilized his mind and got up to break the suffocating silence.

Nanwang said: "Why did City Lord Ye come here suddenly?"

The tone was half surprised and half puzzled, showing good acting skills.

When Ye Gucheng heard this, he really couldn't help pulling the corner of his lips.

When he smiled at his wife and daughter, it was as if the white snow on the top of the mountain was being slowly melted by the spring, but the same arc at this moment only made the people who saw it feel cold.

"You mean, I can't come?" he asked Nan Wang.

When Nan Wang heard the words, he instinctively opened his mouth to deny, but before the first syllable came to his mouth, his throat was held by Ye Gucheng with the tip of his sword.

With the icy sword's edge close at hand, all of Nanwang's polite words were blocked for a while.

He finally realized that the young Baiyun city lord in front of him didn't have any plans to speak kindly to him.He squinted.

Ye Gucheng continued: "I went to the Sea Gold Cave."

Before he finished speaking, Nan Wang's complexion sank again, but in fact, it was not only his complexion that sank at this moment, but also the heart beating wildly in his chest.

At the same time, Ye Gucheng didn't want to say anything more, he clenched the sword in his hand.

At such a critical juncture, even though Nan Wang knew that he was definitely not his opponent, and it was impossible to just sit and wait for death, he retreated and shouted hoarsely: "Come on!"

It's just that his speed is really not fast enough, especially compared with the sword from Ye Gucheng.

Fortunately, Ye Gucheng didn't seem to be so anxious that he planned to kill him, the prince, so the sword didn't go straight forward and pierced his throat.

But this doesn't mean how good his situation is. Ye Gucheng stabbed at him with a sword, and he dodged hastily, but put his shoulder completely under the sword's edge.

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was extremely ear-piercing, reminding him that he might not be able to do well tonight.

Ye Gucheng really didn't intend to be kind.

Although he abandoned the Ye family's ancestral sword formula and created new moves to use since he was 15 years old, but the significance of this sword formula is more important to him than anyone else.

So this time, he planned to use it again and use it on Nan Wang.

In the blink of an eye, he has already used the first five moves.

And Nan Wang's subordinates also rushed in.

With his back against a thousand troops and his sword pointing at a villain, he performed the sixth move with ease, not to mention knocking off the crown on Nan Wang's head, and cutting off Nan Wang's bun.

Hair was flying in the study room, but he didn't change his face. With a wave of his backhand, he brushed away the guards of the palace who were trying to bully them.

There were a lot of people rushing in. It looked terrifying, but in fact he couldn't even hold a single move under his hands. After the first few were brushed away, their bodies fell into the crowd behind, which made this group of people Even more flustered.

Seeing this, Nan Wang could hardly keep his body, stumbled, and was about to flee towards the nearby bookshelves.

Of course Ye Gucheng didn't give him this chance, but when he stabbed out with the next sword, he suddenly heard a wind coming from behind him.

The sound of the wind was very soft, so light that it could be ignored by people, but it was also because of this that it seemed particularly unusual.

With Ye Gucheng's vigilance, he immediately realized something was wrong, and turned around decisively.

The sword in his hand turned along with him, and the blade drew a beautiful arc in the air, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Through the transparent bowstring, Ye Gucheng saw the maker of the wind noise.

He was a thin old man with an ordinary face.

Compared with the extremely distressed palace guards in the study, the appearance of this little old man is similar to that of the lowest servants in a rich family's house.

But the moment Ye Gucheng saw him, he felt unprecedented danger.

It was truly unprecedented, because he had never felt this way even when he was in the sea gold cave, which was rumored to be extremely terrifying in the rivers and lakes.

He didn't have time to think about why there was such a master in the Nanwangfu, so he drew his sword at him.

This time he didn't use the Ye family's ancestral sword formula, but the moves he created and perfected over the years.

The wind was rustling, and the little old man on the opposite side showed a look of admiration when he saw his moves, and when he came up to meet him, he softly praised: "Good moves, good swordsmanship!"

If a person can praise his opponent in the process of fighting with others, then he is either a martial idiot who knows what to do, or he is not afraid of his opponent, and he is even sure that he can beat this opponent.

The former appeared here and now, no matter how you look at it, it is out of date, while the latter——

Ye Gucheng didn't think about it, after all, he was never a swordsman who would admit defeat before the confrontation was over.

The two fought back and forth in the study room, during which the sword energy and palm wind were blowing, which almost made other people in the same room unable to bear it.

The shattering palms, the swords and the dizzying movements complement each other. The guards either run away, or are swept away by the rest of their energy and fall down, which adds a bit of embarrassment to the scene.

Ye Gucheng only felt that he had never burned his internal energy so thoroughly to make a sword. His sword followed by his sword, his speed changed from disturbing the wind to being faster than the wind, but the little old man was just resisting, and he never had the intention of fighting back.

But he just resisted, and he didn't block it forcefully, and his expression changed from pure appreciation to excitement, as if he didn't expect Ye Gucheng to use the sword in this way.

"Such swordsmanship is really worthy of a flying fairy." With a smile on his lips, the little old man praised him again, but after he finished his praise, he changed the subject and said to Nan Wang who was standing in the shadow of the bookshelf: " Why are you still in a daze? Didn’t you tell me to take out the things in the third row of hidden compartments?”

Nan Wang was horrified: "You...how do you know...no, who are you!"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Gucheng was almost stunned for a moment. Hearing what Nan Wang said, he didn't know this little old man? !

At this moment, the little old man suddenly accelerated the movements of his hands, forcing him to speed up the speed of his sword.

It's not that he didn't hear Nan Wang's movement behind him, but he felt that the person in front of him was obviously more dangerous than Nan Wang.

As for the things Nanwang wanted to take out, it would not be too late to reward him with a sword when he really took it out.

When his mind was turning, Ye Gucheng fought the little old man for more than a dozen rounds. What was different from before was that the little old man did not passively withdraw his moves, but repeatedly bullied him against his sword. He can only change his moves again and again.

And Nan Wang had probably already taken out the things, and the rummaging stopped completely.

At this moment, the study seemed to fall into an unprecedented silence.

Ye Gucheng has never recognized his breathing so clearly, he has to admit that the more he is at this critical moment of life and death, the sharper his ears and eyes are, and the more accurate his intuition is.

He sensed a greater danger.

Another sword thrust out, and when the edge of the sword brushed the little old man's neck, he turned his wrist abruptly and forced the little old man to change directions with himself with the momentum of the sword.

Now he can face Nan Wang directly without turning his head.

……

When Lu Jinglu woke up from the nightmare, the sky outside was still completely dark.

She dreamed that Ye Gucheng was injured, very seriously injured, dying in a pool of blood, and seemed to have something to say to her, but he couldn't make a sound.

This dream was so terrifying that it tore her awake abruptly.

But after waking up, she didn't relax much, because Ye Gucheng hadn't come back yet.

If he didn't come back for a day, she couldn't really let go of the hanging heart.

The whole day after that, she was restless, and she couldn't even practice sword with Yaoyue as usual.

Yaoyue has never seen her like this before, and is also very surprised.

While being surprised, it was rare for her to have a good comment on Ye Gucheng.

She said why you need to be so worried, Ye Gucheng's martial arts, in the south of the Lingnan, there is no opponent at all, and no one can do anything to him.

Lu Jinglu rubbed the center of her brows, her body was tense, she was silent for a long time before saying: "I don't know...but I really...I always feel that something will happen when he goes to Nanwang Mansion this time."

This intuition came endlessly and quickly, making her want to dislike herself for not wanting something good on the one hand, but on the other hand she couldn't help but want to believe a little, and then became more worried.

Yaoyue is very helpless about this, and can only turn to her younger sister who is better at persuading others.

It's a pity that at this time, simple words can't have much effect, so Lian Xing can only suggest to Lu Jinglu: "It takes about twelve days to go from Bat Island to Nanwang Mansion, and it takes about three days to fly back to Xiandao from Nanwang Mansion." The day is not coming, so, if City Lord Ye has not returned after four days, I will accompany you to the Nanwang Mansion, what do you think?"

Lu Jinglu opened his mouth, wanting to say thank you, but the words turned into an apology.

"Sorry," she said, "for making you worry about me."

Lianxing took her hand and said: "It doesn't matter if we are worried, what matters is that you can't stop eating or sleeping because of worrying, you didn't sleep well last night, did you?"

Lu Jinglu: "...I had a nightmare and couldn't fall asleep."

As for what kind of nightmare it is, it doesn't need to be elaborated, it can be imagined with Lianxing's cleverness.

Lian Xing sighed helplessly, and could only continue to persuade: "No matter what, you have to cultivate some energy, even if you don't talk about Lord Ye, you still have to take care of Susu, right?"

Thinking of her daughter, Lu Jinglu's complexion finally eased a little.

She tried hard to convince herself that it would take time to take a detour to settle the old accounts no matter how patiently she waited. Maybe it was all because she was too nervous and scared herself?

After another two days, the commander of the guards patrolling the city suddenly reported the news back to the mansion, saying that Ye Gucheng had returned.

It was raining outside, after Lu Jinglu heard it, she almost didn't even bother to grab an umbrella, so she got up and rushed outside.

In the end, Yaoyue snatched the umbrella Linghu took out from the room, opened it and chased after her, and went out of the city with her.

Yaoyue was very puzzled: "They are all back, so it's okay, what are you still in such a hurry for?"

It was rare for Lu Jinglu to be so honest about her feelings, she said that I just wanted to see him soon.

Yaoyue: "...that's all right, all right, I understand." After saying that, he grabbed her shoulder with his free hand, and led her directly towards the city gate with light work.

The autumn rain continued, and Lu Jinglu felt that his breath was full of moisture when he was led by Yaoyue to walk through it.

Before reaching the city gate, she saw the familiar white figure in the rain outside the umbrella.

She saw it all, and Yaoyue naturally saw it too, Yaoyue clicked her tongue, put the handle of the umbrella into her hand, and said: "Okay, I won't delay you talking to him, I'll go back first."

Lu Jinglu only had time to let out a hey before losing sight of Yaoyue's figure.

At this time, Ye Gucheng was only a few steps away from her. She bit her lip, took two steps at a time, crossed the puddle on the long street, and stretched out a hand to hug him before she could stand still. He, with the other hand raised, raised the umbrella over his head, blocking him from the rain that was still falling.

"You're finally back." She said, "I've been thinking about you for the past few days, so I can't sleep well."

The joy and jump lasted less than half a breath, and his cold voice sounded above his head.

There was obvious confusion in that voice, and said: "...you are?"