Qingchuan History

Chapter 485: Spring Is Gone

Ji Wanling has been holding a huge sunset bow with both hands down.

The emerald skirt and the emerald green cloak are like the only spring scenery at Fengtingguan in December.

But her eyes were dark, as if spring was at an end.

Murong Ling turned around when he heard the words, and smiled with a twitch of his lips:

"His Majesty Qi Jun agrees, and this king has no objection. It's just that this king sees Mrs. Yu's bow posture just now. He should not be good at archery. He can't use the sunset bow to beg for the life of the prince Zhanfeng."

Ji Wanling didn't respond in a hurry, and turned to Shen Ji:
"My lord, thank you." He raised his hands and handed the bow.

Shen Ji was startled, looked at Gu Xinglang to confirm the other party's consent, and hurried over to take the bow, but heard Ji Wanling say again:

"Your Excellency, what kind of useful weapon do you bring, which is suitable for women, and can kill with one blow without skill or strength?"

Shen Ji had a dagger that sealed his throat with blood.After going to the northern border of Qiuqiu and being taken away by Gu Chunfeng, he didn't want to come back.

natural.

Therefore, there is no portable weapon suitable for women to kill with one blow.

He shook his head.

"If Madam Yu doesn't dislike it, how about using this king's knife." The snow fell, and the whole valley was like a huge basin to hold it. Murong Lin stood in the middle of it, wearing black clothes, he couldn't see clearly, and the cold light of the blade in his hand reflected the snow.

Black is Wei Jun's color, and he is actually presumptuous in dressing like this.It's also strange that only now did everyone realize that he was wearing black and felt that he was overstepping.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

"The name of this knife is Guhong." Murong Ling continued, "It looks long and heavy, making people think it is bulky, but it is actually light and sharp. Madam Yu holds the knife with both hands with a little strength, and it is enough to kill with one blow." He threw the knife In mid-air, he held the blade with his backhand and pointed the hilt at Ji Wanling,
"Please."

Without hesitation, Ji Wanling stepped forward and reached out to receive the knife.

"Wanling." Gu Xinglang finally said, "You never use a weapon." It's not suitable, it's hard to end it with a single blow, and it's also torture for yourself.

He didn't go on, but everyone in the venue understood.

"A long-cherished wish for many years." Ji Wanling smiled lightly, "Please also ask your majesty to fulfill it."

Gu Xinglang opened his mouth again.

Return to silence.

"Just now Shangguan Xiangguo talked about the crossbowmen lying in Xuexia on the fourth day of May, but was interrupted by King Su." Ji Wanling looked at Murong Lin again,
"If the concubine's understanding is correct, it must have been arranged by King Su."

The matter has come to this point, whether it should be recognized or not, it is all recognized.Murong Ling smiled and replied:

"Yes."

After a while, he said:

"In short, this paragraph will be recorded in Qingchuan's annals, so please listen carefully," he suddenly said loudly, "Prince Qi Gu Xinglei was killed by me! Wei Guo Murong Ling!"

Seemingly pleased, he laughed long and loudly, his laughter patrolling the valley, the reverberation resonated with the flying snow.

Ji Wanling's hands holding the knife trembled.She gritted her teeth and lifted Gu Hong up.

"I don't know how to chop." Her voice trembled, trembling with the sound of snow and wind.

"Then stab!" Murong Ling still answered loudly, still with a happy smile, as if he was going to a feast that he had never had in his life, "hold the handle of the knife tightly, and aim it here," he pointed to his chest,
"Pierce the thorn with all your strength, and this king will surely die!"

Gu Xinglang moved his drooping fingers.

But there was a very faint sound of airflow.

It was Ji Wanling who took two steps closer and stabbed the tip of the knife into Murong Lin's abdomen.

Can only be called poke.Because only the tip of the knife entered the stomach, most of the blade was still in the snow.

The force is too small.

Maybe it's nervousness.

Or due to lack of experience.

She gripped the handle of the knife before going in.

hardly moved.

I wanted to pull it out and stab it again.

Can't pull it out.

Murong Ling stretched out his hand to hold the outer blade of the abdomen.

"Remember what you owe me. Remember the situation at this moment today." But he looked at Murong Xun, "If you don't do it, my father and I will wait for you to kneel and kowtow nine times in the ground to apologize."

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at anyone and turned his eyes away to look at the heavy snow in the sky.

"Spring is gone!"

He held the blade far away from his abdomen with his hand, and with a sudden force, most of the blade sank into the blade, and the tip of the blade pierced through the middle of the back waist.

The blood flowed out from the back of the knife, covered the cold light, and dripped into the shallow snow-covered ground, penetrated, condensed, and then was completely covered by the new falling snow.

Ji Wanling was still holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and Murong Ling in front of him saw Feixue standing up straight with wide eyes.

She suddenly felt out of strength, she would not be able to stand steadily when her hands were loosened, and she was supported from behind.

Gu Xinglang.

Too many emotions whistling in the chest, eight years of sadness, grievance, depression, resentment, guilt, self-persuasion——

It was already unclear, and suddenly with this knife piercing, everything fell to the ground and melted into snow.

She just felt that she couldn't stop it, and she didn't know why she couldn't stop it. She turned around and buried Gu Xinglang in his chest for a moment, tears welled up.

In such a situation, there is no reason to push people away.To be precise, at that moment Gu Xinglang understood Ji Wanling's myriad of emotions, probably no one understood better than him.

I just wanted to be comforted.

He patted her on the back and whispered, "It's all right."

This hug is really natural.Naturally, it is like a relative, and also like the long teenage years of acquaintance and companionship.

Everyone feels so.Ruan Xueyin thought so too.

If you fully understand it, there is nothing wrong with it.But she suddenly remembered what Ruan Zhong said at that time:

He doesn't need you.Without you, he still has Ji Wanling.

It should be right too.No matter when, he still has Ji Wanling, in the past, in fact, it has always been.

She stood in the snow and watched for a while, snow flakes fell into her eyes.She raised her hand to rub it, but she was afraid of being misunderstood by others, so she didn't rub it, but realized that Jing Tingge's neck hadn't been dealt with, so she leaned over in two or three steps.

Jing Tingge was still standing beside Shangguan's father and daughter, covering his neck with one hand, staring at Murong Lin's straight robe without blinking.Ruan Xueyin quietly took her hand away and began to move, Jing Tingge hissed several times, and finally squeezed out some thought to turn her head to glance at her:
"Why, I feel uncomfortable seeing someone Qingqing, so I hid here to heal my wounds and wipe away my tears?"

Ruan Xueyin focused on her neck, cautiously, "Which eye of yours saw me wipe my tears." She frowned again, "Don't move. Thanks to the cold weather, it's easier to stop the bleeding."

"We are all passers-by. Sister Pei." But the silent Shangguan concubine said quietly, "You are better, at least he has lighted the Tingxue Lantern for you and given Feng Wuer's great favor. I have nothing Pass."

She looked at the slender figure of the beautiful woman in green clothes with one hand in the wind and snow.

"What have I ever had, father."

Shangguan Shuo said nothing.

"The childhood sweethearts of more than ten years are in the same world, how can you compare with them." Jing Tingge chuckled, still looking at Murong Lin who was still in the distance, "If you understand this earlier, you will save a lot of trouble. "

Murong Xun moved.

He walked towards Murong Lin who was still like a statue in the snow with the blood still gurgling on the back of a knife.

Arrived in front of him.

He opened his mouth and said something.

The distance is long and the voice is low. Jing Tingge managed to distinguish the shape of his mouth and read out only one word.

It seems to be "brother".

She felt contemptuous in her heart, but she saw him open his mouth again, opened and closed a few times, his words were longer than before.

Can't make out what the words are.Murong Ling naturally couldn't hear anymore.

Gu Xinglang finally reacted inappropriately, gently helped Ji Wanling leave his arms, and hurriedly opened his eyes to look at Ruan Xueyin.

She is treating Jing Ting Ge's wounds.His cheeks were hidden by the white fur on the brim of his hat, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Go back to the car and rest first." He said softly to Ji Wanling.

Someone should come to help, without a maidservant.He looked to the side of the big carriage, but there was no response from the other side.

Ruan Xueyin just completed the final movement, and started to put away her luggage and head back to her brocade bag. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Gu Xinglang looking towards the side of the car. It seemed that she wanted Ji Wanling to go back into the car.

Her heart moved slightly, she hesitated a little, stepped over and said "I'll come", and took Ji Wanling to the side of the car.When he approached the carriage, he saw that the soldier stationed beside the carriage was very handsome, his skin was white like a woman's.

Just a girl.

The other party blinked at her.

Ruan Xueyin was a little apprehensive.

Then when Ji Wanling got into the car and lowered the curtain for a moment, the delicate soldier asked crisply:
"Is it my turn?"

(End of this chapter)