Jiaohua

Chapter 943 Backlash
If he really sells his comrades every time, it can be seen that he is greedy for life, afraid of death and selfish.

Such people who are desperate to protect themselves are suitable for traveling alone, not for teamwork.

But unfortunately, Yan Qinglin would never let a killer go out to perform tasks alone.

Yan Qinglin couldn't trust even a killer trained by himself.

She has been betrayed too much.

Those people from Huiping's pawn shop back then, and Xia Zhaoxue who betrayed her completely!

As far as I think of it, it's all bone-chilling hatred!
Therefore, the so-called teamwork is actually supervising each other and reminding each other to be loyal.

"Yu Xiang," Yan Qinglin said, "every word you said is true?"

"It's true, ma'am, I dare not lie to you."

Yu Yanchi also said: "Madam, just ask Chuzheng to confront him."

"Chen Zhiwei," Yan Qinglin looked over, "Go and call Chu Zheng."

"Yes."

The frozen lake is pure silver, ten miles flat, and the weeping willows on the shore are only dead trees, with their heads drooping and bowed, at the mercy of the wind.

More than a dozen people by the lake were gesturing and attacking each other with sticks in their hands. Although they were not sharp swords, the tips of the sticks were all cut into conical shapes for practical combat effect.

The two girls fought hardest.

They are both thin and tall, but there is no room for their moves, each move is trying to attack the opponent's vital points, if not for the blunt top of the wooden sticks, the two of them may already be riddled with holes.

Fast, neat, and vigorous.

Chen Zhiwei walked over quickly: "Chu Zheng!"

The voice was slightly fierce, and Chuzheng, who was slightly gaining the upper hand, was distracted by it, and the opponent's wooden stick directly poked her shoulder blade.

Although it is not a sharp sword, it is really painful, and it is conceivable that there will be a bruise.

Chuzheng wanted to stop, but the opponent refused to give up, and attacked again, so Chuzheng had to fight again.

Chen Zhiwei walked up to him and said angrily, "Stop it."

Looking at Chuzheng's opponent: "Wen Dai, stop!"

The woman named Wen Dai made several more attacks before stopping.

Among all the people back then, Wen Dai was the most skilled, Chu Zheng refused to accept it, practiced hard every day, and finally caught up.

The two have been fighting openly and secretly all these years, and they are extremely fierce. Now they hold wooden sticks in their hands, but they are no different from real swords and guns.

"What do you want from me?" Chu Zheng asked with a cold face.

"Madam is calling you over."

Chu Zheng put away the wooden stick and put it on the weapon rack, but before leaving with Chen Zhiwei, she paused and looked at Wen Dai: "It was just a contest, if you and I both got swords, you must die first. And now I have injuries on my body, and the welts on my back have not healed. You, Wen Dai, will always be defeated by my Chuzheng."

Wen Dai frowned angrily, watching her leave with Chen Zhiwei, she felt extremely disgusted in her heart.

Walking through the water pavilion and the corridor, Chuzheng wondered in his heart what it would be for his wife to find her.

She just rushed back from Panzhou, the road was bumpy, her back was full of injuries, Madam won't let her go on missions again.

And Chen Zhiwei's ferocious cry just now and his current expression were really ugly. After thinking about it for a while, Chu Zheng had a guess.

In front of Yan Qinglin's study, Chen Zhiwei knocked on the door: "Ma'am, Chu Zheng will bring you here."

It was Yu Yanchi who opened the door.

Chuzheng walked into the room with a blank expression on her face and without squinting her eyes.

Yan Qinglin stood in front of the desk, watching Chuzheng come in coldly.

In the early years, Yan Qinglin liked to wear a simple and elegant green robe, especially the half-worn color, which showed a very tasteful temperament.

Over the years, with her increasing wealth and power, her clothes have already begun to be inlaid with pearls and jade, and entwined with gold threads.

Chuzheng knelt down on one knee and said respectfully, "Madam is looking for me."

"Do you still recognize him?" Yan Qing asked.

Chu Zheng looked aside, and Yu Xiang stood in the dark of the room, covering his head and face, in a panic from beginning to end.

There was no surprise on Chuzheng's face, and he said calmly, "Yu Xiang."

"You are in Panzhou, what happened?"

"That bitch has been chasing us. I ran away because I killed a girl. That bitch pursued me so hard that I had to run away first."

"No," Yan Qinglin's voice became harsher, "Not only did you abandon Yu Xiang, but you also lured that little evil to Yu Xiang, and asked him to block your death for you, delaying time."

Chuzheng lowered his head and clenched his sleeves tightly.

"Ma'am, I didn't lure that bitch to find Yu Xiang. As for me running away first, I don't think it was wrong for me to do so. Both of them died, so no one came back to report. One person got away first, and the other one."

"Bastard!" Yu Yanchi scolded angrily, "Are you telling the truth, Sima Wu and Cheng Miaode also died like this?"

Chu Zheng's voice was always calm: "Cheng Miaode died to protect me and Sima Wu from leaving. Sima Wu's letter can prove this. Sima Wu lost to that bitch Ali and was killed. It has nothing to do with me."

Yan Qinglin closed her eyes, her gaze was still sharp and cold.

"Ma'am," Chuzheng continued, "I know Madam doesn't like Congxin, but I have to say something, and I hope Madam will allow it."

Yan Qinglin remained silent, noncommittal.

Chuzheng made his acquiescence, and continued on his own: "The night Sima Wu was killed, I hid for a night in the cramped stone wall of Junzhensi. When I came out, my limbs were stiff and numb, as if crippled. Later, I killed him. I picked up a girl who came to serve me, changed into that girl’s clothes, got on that girl’s sedan chair, and then left by chance, it’s still like a nightmare.”

"I bring this up because I just want to say that that bitch is very skilled, and few people can escape from her. I took advantage of the terrain at that time, and I met a sedan chair, so what about Yu Xiang? If I really lure that Ali away , with Ah Li's skill and cunning, ma'am, do you think Yu Xiang can come back? Yu Xiang's skill is even far inferior to mine."

Yan Qinglin thought for a moment, then looked at Yu Xiang.

"Ma'am, she's quibbling!" Yu Xiang knelt down and shouted, "I did escape, she had the terrain advantage, and so did I. The old lady who was accompanying them at that time almost died at my hands. Old woman, that's why you neglected me!"

"What do you think?" Yan Qinglin asked Yu Yanchi.

Yu Yanchi didn't speak, his face was cold.

At this moment, Chuzheng moaned: "Ma'am, it may be that some condition has been negotiated, that bitch is willing to let him come back."

Yu Xiang opened his eyes wide and was about to vomit blood.

Abandoned first, then betrayed, he rushed back to the capital after untold hardships, and was beaten up!
Yan Qinglin was a suspicious person. Chu Zheng's words undoubtedly meant pouring a spoonful of cold water into a large frying pan, frying until it crackled and hot oil splashed everywhere.

Even Yu Yanchi's expression became hesitant.

"Ma'am, I, I don't!" Yu Xiang said, "I have never had any contact with that Ali before, how can she believe me? If you really let me die, can I do things for her? That Ali is not stupid! Why? Give me this chance to live?"

"I'm going to ask you now," Chu Zheng interrupted him, "That bitch has a lot of tricks, no one in the world knows her insidiousness, how she trusts you, how you win her trust, you should explain it well."

Yu Xiang trembled all over.

Tired from traveling for many days, coupled with a high fever due to the freezing weather, Yu Xiang felt dizzy and felt like he was going to lose his mind when he was blown out again at this moment.

Looking up and seeing the eyes of Yan Qinglin and Yu Yanchi, Yu Xiang suddenly got up.

"Ma'am, I still hope you can make the decision for me! This Chuzheng, she, she is more hateful than that bitch A Li!"

As soon as the voice fell, Yu Xiang rushed towards the standing copper stove beside him.

The name of the copper furnace is 36 Qingyu. It has a long history and elegant shape. It is rusted every year.

Holding up a bottle of Shanyue Chunhua candlestick outside the copper furnace, Yu Xiang's head slammed into the sharp candlestick without hesitation.

Brain blood was sprayed instantly, exploding all over the place, staining the luxurious brocade blanket dirty.

Yu Yanchi and others are used to seeing life and death, so they are numb to this way.

Chuzheng was even more shocked, she never expected that Yu Xiang would prove himself by death.

Yan Qinglin felt pain when she saw it, she took a big step back, raised her fingers slightly, as if she was going to cover her mouth, she flicked her sleeves at last, and turned her back to another place.

After a pause, Yan Qinglin looked at Chuzheng with disgust.

Chu Zheng knelt on the ground, her scalp numb, and stared at her in a daze.

"What about you?" Yan Qinglin yelled, "Would you like to run into me too? Do you dare to prove yourself!"

"Ma'am, Chuzheng is speechless," Chuzheng said with her head bowed, "but I am not convinced, I am unwilling, I will not give up, I don't want to be wronged, and I will suffer this innocent disaster!"

"Let's deal with the corpse first!" Yan Qinglin was annoyed, and angrily said to Chen Zhiwei and Yu Yanchi, "This blood is not easy to wash, the carpet on the floor is so precious, quickly pull him down!"

"Yes." Chen Zhiwei and Yu Yanchi responded.

"As for you," Yan Qinglin said to Chuzheng, "Go to the quiet room first!"

"Yes." Chuzheng also took the order.

(End of this chapter)