The regent's spoiled princess wakes up

Chapter 190 Are you going to kill me?
Thinking about it now, if she had met back then, she would probably be like Qing Wu, driven mad by heartache, not knowing what she would do.

"Your queen mother committed suicide. It's a pity that I was not in Shangjing at that time, otherwise I would never let her do stupid things." Qingwu's voice was filled with infinite sadness, "Shuang'er, for your mother's sake, you should also come to help as a teacher ! The royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty is exhausted, and it should have been destroyed long ago!"

"How could you know so clearly what happened back then?" Zhao Shuang looked up at him with doubts on his face, "It's not a relative, why do you... want to avenge my mother?"

The harsh light in the corridor gradually dimmed, turning into natural soft light.

"As the teacher and Cheng Ling, they were the Dharma protectors who protected the descendants of the East China Sea. After your mother gave up her status as a goddess and married into the royal family of the Great Zhou, Cheng Ling and I were free and started to roam the rivers and lakes," Qing Wu's expression was a little bit Uncomfortable, it seems that there are some things that I don't want to reveal, "I followed her to Shangjing and became a national teacher, and Chengling defected to Beiliang."

It turned out that Qingwu and Chengling were people around the mother's mother back then, no wonder they treated him so well, but Qingwu's eyes dodged, there must be something hidden from him.

"You and Cheng Ling...are both guardians who protect the queen mother. Why can Cheng Ling let go of the past, but you are thinking...to avenge the queen mother?" Zhao Shuang tilted his head and looked at the old man in front of him, suddenly realized, "You...love My mother?"

Qing Wu was stunned for a moment, raised his head and closed his eyes, then opened them again, and smiled wryly at her, "I love her, but we have a clean relationship, and there has never been any transgression."

"Is my mother treating you..." Zhao Shuang felt as if there was a heavy stone in his heart.

If the father doesn't love the mother, could it be... Doesn't the mother also love the father?
Marriage in the world, it turns out that it really cannot withstand scrutiny.

"No! Your mother has never done anything wrong to your father, and she has never done anything to me..." Qingwu heard her asking, flustered, anxious to defend but didn't know what to say, "Everything is wrong." It's your father's conjecture!"

"Conjecture? Could it be that... the emperor suspects that the emperor's brother is not his flesh and blood, that's why he acted so ruthlessly," Zhao Shuang sighed, and big tears rolled down, "He doesn't love the queen mother, but there is no need to kill the emperor's brother , unless he... suspects that the queen mother is unfaithful."

In her impression, the father is a proud and gentle person, his emotions and anger are invisible, although he can't say how much he loves his brother and himself, but he has never lost his anger.

"Shuang'er," Qing Wu stepped forward, taking advantage of her hesitation and took her into his arms, "Your mother and teacher are innocent until death."

"Even if the father killed the queen mother and brother, he is already dead." Zhao Shuang raised his head, looked at the white-haired old man and said, "Master, the dispute between the Northern Liang Kingdom and the Great Zhou Dynasty is a land dispute, not a personal grudge. , why do you need to intervene?"

"Shuang'er, I saw your mother's dead body with my own eyes. Her beautiful face was distorted due to resentment. I vowed to avenge her. How can I just watch Zhao Zhen and Concubine Liu's son sit firmly in the country?" Qing Wu stretched out his hand. Caressing the man's hair on top of her head, "I want to cut off the last blood of the Great Zhou royal family!"

"Even if you hate the emperor, my brother is innocent. Master, let go of your hatred!" Zhao Shuang wrapped his hands around his thin body, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, "Otherwise, I will kill you now."

Qing Wu stood still for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled at her, the smile extended along the scar on his face to his ears, the madness made him unable to feel the pain of the wound.

Zhao Shuang suddenly noticed that the man in his arms had turned into a cloud of white smoke and disappeared, and the long corridor had turned into an empty hall with no one around.

"You want to kill me? Shuang'er, you'd better go find your Cheng Shaoqing, it's too late, hahaha..." Qing Wu's eerie voice echoed in the hall.

The voice was near and far away, echoing in the empty hall, as if it came from the top of the hall.

Zhao Shuang clenched the dagger in his hand, frowned and looked into the distance.

With a pure and innocent way of doing things, it is not difficult to hide and disappear, but he seems to be still observing his every move, which proves that he has not gone far.

Recalling the moment when Sadu looked up, Zhao Shuang suddenly understood that the Black Moon Palace must have two floors. From the upper floor, people can observe the situation on the lower floor at will, but the people on the lower floor cannot see the situation on the upper floor.

"What's wrong with Cheng Qian?" Zhao Shuang raised her head and asked loudly.

"I think he is a good container. I made him into a medicine man. I also saw that his soul was so pure that I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I refined it together with the soul." Qing Wu's voice came from upstairs, as if he was saying something commonplace.

The walls and floors of the Black Moon Palace are made of hard jade, which cannot be penetrated by ordinary weapons, and there are many traps in the palace, so Zhao Shuang dare not attack upstairs rashly.

"The human body can be refined with medicine until it is indestructible, but how can the soul be refined with medicine?" She looked vigilantly at the direction of the source of the voice, with her hand hidden in her sleeve, holding a meteorite dagger nervously.

"Of course he doesn't agree." Qing Wu's voice was moving in one direction, as if he wanted to lure her over, "but after he ate the dead soul grass, his fascination was extinguished, and he had no power to resist. Shuang'er, why bother?" Putting your heart and soul into a dead person?"

The dead soul grass is a medium that can make a person sell his soul.

Cheng Qian must have suffered inhuman torture before he voluntarily took the Death Soul Grass.When Zhao Shuang thought of this, his heart ached again.

"You keep saying that you want to avenge my mother, so why is Cheng Qian wrong? Why are you so cruel?" Zhao Shuang's feelings for Qing Wu unconsciously changed from love to hatred, and he quickened his steps to follow his voice.

"He is stubborn, and it is wrong to say "Kuangfu Dazhou"!" Qing Wu said, and suddenly laughed again, "Those who make big things don't care about small things. If you want to avenge your mother, you will naturally have to sacrifice some people."

"Arrogance!" Zhao Shuang followed the voice to the end of the hall, and saw a hollow carved arch, behind which hung a bamboo curtain, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on inside the room.

Could this be Cheng Qian's room that Sadhu mentioned?
"Why, you dare not go in?" Qingwu's voice appeared behind her again urging.

Zhao Shuang turned around fiercely, but saw no one, "Don't play tricks!"

"I'm not pretending to be a ghost, I just want to give you a surprise," Qingwu's voice drifted around, far and near, and seemed to come from behind the bamboo curtain, "Shuang'er, open the bamboo curtain and look at the master. Do you like the gift he prepared for you?"

Behind the carved door, the sun shines through the bamboo curtain, but there is silence and no human voice, not even the wind, the bamboo curtain hangs so quietly, it is so quiet that it makes one's heart tumbling.

A thought flashed by, Zhao Shuang closed her eyes, stretched out her trembling hand to lift the curtain.

The bamboo curtain was raised.

I saw that the room was very empty and bright, the four walls were all white, and there were only a few wooden tables, chairs and couches in the room.

(End of this chapter)