Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 119 Important
In the twilight of the sky, a cold silver light flashed across Ling Youyao's eyes. She stared blankly at the long sword stabbing towards her, as if something in her mind was about to burst out of the ground.

"Yao'er!"

The man's voice was deep, and he moved forward and used the tip of the sword to push away the long sword that was stabbing at her, and swept back, the long sword pierced through the thin body of the transparent moon.

Immediately, blood splashed everywhere, staining Ling Youyao's eyes red.

Twilight and blood intertwine to form a bright red dazzling picture. She watched Mingyue slowly fall in front of her with some numbness, and Fu Mingjue, who was covered in blood, walked towards her step by step with a sword in hand.

The setting sun in the distance was like blood, and Fu Mingjue's black clothes were also coated with a layer of red. His cold face was full of murderous intent, and his eyes were fierce, like a ghost climbing up from the abyss.

Ling Youyao's eyes were blurred, and she couldn't tell whether it was Mingyue's blood or her sister's blood that was on her face.

The scene of Mingyue's fall was repeated in her mind. Over time, her appearance gradually overlapped with Ling Qingwei's and her eyes were scarlet. The seeds buried deep in her memory finally broke through the ground.

Fu Mingjue looked at Mingyue, who was dying, and at Ling Youyao, whose face was covered with blood, and suddenly realized what he had done.

His arms hang down weakly, and the long sword in his hand naturally slipped down. He slowly approached Ling Youyao, squatted down, and stretched out his hand tentatively. A layer of panic appeared in his usually calm and indifferent eyes at this moment.

"Sorry to scare you."

Fu Mingjue held Ling Youyao's face in his hands, and wiped the blood off her face with trembling hands.

But Ling Youyao just looked at him blankly, her eyes were empty and out of focus, as if she was in great fear, her lips were murmured, but she couldn't say a word.

The bone-piercing chill instantly spread to her limbs and bones, and the fear in her heart seemed to open a huge hole, like an endless abyss, trying to swallow her up.

Fu Mingjue was flustered by her look, even a little scared, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, this king will not hurt you."

Ling Youyao opened her eyes wide and muttered to herself: "Sister, sister is dead"

Hearing Ling Qingwei's name, Fu Mingjue could no longer control the suppressed emotions in his heart.

He pulled Ling Youyao into his arms, tightened his arms, and said over and over again: "Don't be afraid, this king will protect you, forever."

The autumn wind is bleak, and the blood-like sunset finally puts away the last twilight, followed by endless darkness. Fu Mingjue hugs Ling Youyao tightly, carefully protecting the treasure in his arms, and comforts him softly, tirelessly.

Ling Youyao closed her eyes in a trance, repeating Ling Qingwei's name over and over again.

The nightmare-like memory enveloped her, she wanted to see clearly, but when she opened her eyes, there was only darkness.

At the moment of coma, Ling Youyao saw her sister's gentle and peaceful smile, and then saw her look terrified, and she fell powerlessly in a pool of blood.
And behind all this, there is only one person——

Fu Mingjue hugged the unconscious Ling Youyao, and wiped off the blood on her face, her pale face was lifeless.

Thinking of the fearful look in Ling Youyao's eyes when she looked at him for the last time, it was hard to hide the mad pain in her heart.

At this time, there was still a sliver of breath in Yuan Wuwei's struggle to get up, and he staggered towards the two people on the edge of the cliff, the knife in his hand gleamed with a piercing cold light in the darkness.

In an instant, the knife was raised high, and it was about to fall, but Fu Mingjue was one step faster than him, picked up the sword beside him, stabbed back, and the man was completely dead.

Just as she was about to walk back with Ling Youyao in her arms, a chuckle suddenly came from the darkness.

"In the fifth year of Yong'an, on September [-]th, Li Yong, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, was beheaded for the embezzlement case of the embankment, and the rest of his family was exiled to Ningzhou. I wonder if the prince still remembers this incident?"

Fu Mingjue paused, staring coldly at the person walking out of the darkness.

"Looking at this appearance, I probably don't remember it." Liang Wenyao smiled, but his eyes were indifferent. "You killed so many people, how can you remember a little household minister?"

Fu Mingjue watched him quietly, without any fluctuation in his voice: "What do you want to say?"

The former household secretary was Li Yong's business, he remembered, because he was the one who handled the bank embezzlement case.

But he didn't know what this matter had to do with Liang Wenyao?

The corners of Liang Wenyao's lips curled up, and he said, "Li Yong died, and his daughter also died on the road to exile not long after."

The third daughter of the Li family is gentle and generous. She met the second son of the Liang family when she was 16 years old. The two fell in love with each other and got engaged in March.

Overnight, the family was ruined, the father was beheaded, the mother died in love, and she took her younger brother on the road to exile.

It was too late to say goodbye to my fiancé, leaving only a farewell letter.

When Liang Wenyao chased him out of the capital, he saw only a naked woman lying in the barracks.

Her body was covered with bloodstains and bruises, but with a gentle smile on her face, she stared at the direction of the capital for a long time, just like when she first met, her smile was like the wind blowing green willows, but this kind of smile will always stay in the autumn of Ningzhou .

Liang Wenyao will never forget that scene, and he will never forget who caused his beloved girl to be raped to death.

"Fu Mingjue, all this is because of you."

If it weren't for him, the Li family would not have been exiled, and Ah Ci would not have died alone in the desolate Mobei.

Liang Wenyao laughed in a low voice, the laughter was sad and hopeless, Ah Ci's smile seemed to be in front of his eyes, but as long as he took a step, he would crush this vain dream himself.

"You will never understand the feeling of watching the one you love die in front of your eyes. Everyone says you care about Ling Qingwei, but I can see clearly that you care more about Ling Youyao than Ling Qingwei."

Fu Mingjue's eyes were extremely indifferent, and he only said: "Exile is His Majesty's intention, not to mention, Li Yong's corruption is a fact."

"How do you know that's the truth!" Liang Wenyao suddenly raised his voice, emotionally, "Master Li has been an official for twenty years, and even refused gifts from others, how could he be corrupt?"

"You're not him, how do you know what kind of person he is behind his back?" Fu Mingjue sneered.

"To shut up!"

Liang Wenyao was completely enraged by his words, and approached him step by step with a cold knife, "I've lived such a life like a walking dead for too long."

"Now, I want you to experience how painful it is to lose your heart"

After all, a gust of wind swept over, and dozens of men in black jumped out of the pitch-black forest in an instant, all of them holding gleaming knives, and surrounded Fu Mingjue with fierce eyes.

Liang Wenyao asked him with a smile in the dark: "Is Ling Youyao really important to you?"

There was a trace of firmness in Fu Mingjue's cold eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and he only uttered two words: "No."

It's not very important, it's her who must be right, it's the important thing to share life and death with her in Shangqiongbi and down in Huangquan.

(End of this chapter)