I dress up as a poor noblewoman, and I bring my whole family home with my literary talent.

Chapter 94 Rescued
The burly monk ignored her and continued sharpening his knife.
creaking——

Song Changling tightly grasped Song Lingwan's sleeves, shaking with fear, "You are so scary! My sister is a seventh-rank court lady. If you touch us, you will not have a good ending no matter what!"

The burly monk paused sharpening his knife upon hearing this. His cold eyes swept across Song Changling, then to Song Lingwan, and finally locked onto Song Lingyi. "Female official?"

Song Changling thought he was afraid, and continued: "My sister is not only a seventh-rank female official, she is also the only disciple of the current imperial master and the future fortune-teller of Daliang. If you dare to touch us, your hole will be trampled to pieces by soldiers tomorrow!"

The burly monk laughed, "This world should be a man's world. Shen Nanyin, a woman, not only got the position of emperor, but also promoted a female fortune teller. If people's hearts are not as good as before, the country will no longer be a country."

The three sisters were all shocked that the man in front of them dared to call the emperor by his name, and even dared to criticize the empress's throne. Throughout history, many people changed their names to avoid the emperor's name, and calling the emperor by his name was even more taboo.

Is this man some kind of desperado?
"What do you mean the country will be destroyed? The empress is the legitimate bloodline of the previous emperor and has outstanding abilities. Her ascension to the throne is in accordance with the will of heaven. In your eyes, don't women achieve anything?" Song Lingyi calmed down in the crisis.

"How did Shen Nanyin get the throne? You little kids don't know shit!"

"To establish a career... Humph, if the late crown prince hadn't promoted her, she would have been nothing more than an unloved princess in the cold palace. Without the late crown prince, she would be nothing!"

Song Lingyi calmed her mind, "The Way of Heaven moves without accumulation, so all things come into being; the Way of the Emperor moves without accumulation, so the world is at peace; the Way of the Sage moves without accumulation, so the whole country is at peace. All things move naturally. The Empress's birth is not as good as the late Crown Prince's. In your opinion, her achievements may not be as good as the late Crown Prince's. But have you ever thought about the fact that the Empress is a woman who has not been influenced by politics and military affairs since childhood. From a princess in the cold palace to an emperor, the hardships she has to endure are no less than those of the late Crown Prince."

At this moment, Song Lingyi's anger overcame her fear. Regardless of past and present lives, the harshness of society towards women was always deliberately ignored by men. They were accustomed to thinking that women should return to their families, become vulgar women, and become their vassals. Only in this way would they be safest.

Does he look down on the empress? He looks down on women.

"Hardship? The former crown prince devoted himself to Daliang. He encountered an avalanche during a battle in the north, which froze his legs and triggered his old illness, leading to his unfortunate death. But what about Shen Nanyin? She raised a man and spoiled him by taking elixirs. She didn't spare any of her father and brother's close ministers. She was so ungrateful and unrighteous. How could she deserve it?!"

Song Lingyi could see that the man in front of her was probably someone who once supported the late crown prince. After the late crown prince passed away, he was not valued by the emperor, so he developed evil thoughts.

"The wind rises from the tip of the green duckweed, and the waves form between the ripples. Instead of complaining about the darkness, it is better to hold the lantern and move forward. Origin is not important, what is important is to set the direction. You have a lot of skills, but you have fallen into depravity in this small place, and now you blame the empress for being ungrateful and unrighteous. It's ridiculous!"

The burly man's cheeks twitched. What Song Lingyi said was too profound for him. He couldn't figure out most of it, but he could guess the general meaning. It was simply a refutation of what he said.

But he didn't care at all. Ever since the empress came to power, there were endless girls with good tongues in Chang'an. There was nothing special about her. She was just another soul to be killed by the sword.

"I was just wondering who is the disciple of the national master. After hearing you talk so much, it seems to be you." The burly man blew on the sharp blade, "Then I'll start with you and see if the future physiognomist's head is tough enough."

The burly man grabbed Song Lingyi's hair and lifted her from the ground to the door.

"Fifth sister!" Song Lingwan hurriedly stood up and tried to grab his hand holding the knife, but he pulled her away and she fell heavily to the ground.

The sound of rain gradually increased outside the cave, and suddenly there were several noises coming from outside the door.

The burly monk immediately became alert and said to Song Lingyi and others, "Stay still!" After that, he walked towards the door with a knife in hand.

But at this moment, the door was violently kicked open by someone, and the kick was very powerful. Fortunately, the man dodged in time and was not hit. Jiying held a bloody long knife in his hand and looked into the door fiercely. When he saw Song Lingyi lying on the ground in a mess, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned happy. He turned around and shouted to the people in the misty rain: "Master! Miss Song has been found!!"

When Song Lingyi heard the word "Master", she was completely dazed for a moment.

The steady footsteps stopped at the door in the heavy rain. Song Lingyi supported herself on the ground with one hand, raised her eyes, and looked straight into a pair of dark eyes that were washed by rain.

Lu Jing, wearing a demon mask, held a long sword in his hand. The winter rain soaked him all over, and the rain fell down along his black robe with golden patterns. Unlike others who looked a little embarrassed after being wet by the rain, his shoulders were still straight, and his expression was still indifferent, as if he was a steel sword fed by blood standing at the door.

Inside the stone house, a burly man wielding a long sword was fighting with Jiying, and the two were evenly matched.

Lu Jing, who was standing at the door, looked at Song Lingyi, whose hair was disheveled, lying on the ground. His eyes suddenly darkened. Just as he was about to step into the door and take the person away, he felt a dangerous signal coming from behind him.

Song Lingyi screamed and warned: "Be careful!"

clang--

The sound of iron striking

Lu Jing turned around and held the long sword in his hand across his chest, with the blade being entangled by the nine-section whip.

The nine-section whip missed the target and was retracted.

A few steps away, a young monk, about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a gray robe, kept spinning the nine-section whip in his hand, "Dark Blade Moon Lord, I have long heard of your great name."

"Nine-section whip...Are you a descendant of the Liang family in Qinan?" Lu Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

The young monk curled his lips in a wicked manner and did not answer his question. He swung the nine-section whip again, aiming directly at Lu Jing's head.

Lu Jing dodged it easily by turning around. The nine-section whip pierced into the door panel, and when it was pulled back, the door panel shattered to the ground. He couldn't believe how deadly this blow would have been if it had hit a person.

Miss Liu, who was cowering in the corner, saw a chance to escape, so she rushed out of the stone house regardless of anything and ran into the rain. But the next second, blood spurted out of her chest as the nine-section whip pierced her butterfly bone.

"Ah——!" Song Changling was so scared that he closed his eyes and screamed
Lu Jing swung his long sword and cut off the nine-section whip that had not been retracted from Miss Liu's flesh and bones in time. Then he approached the young monk at lightning speed and turned his wrist. There was a sharp sound of cutting flesh, and the next second, the young monk fell to the ground with a broken arm.

A shrill scream resounded through the mountains. The young monk was in so much pain that he could not stand and knelt down uncontrollably. Lu Jing said to his subordinates who came behind him, "Watch out, cover your mouth tightly, and don't let the King of Hell take you away."

The ghost-faced man who arrived in a hurry tried to capture the burly monk, but the burly monk refused to obey and committed suicide by slashing his throat with his sword.

Crisis lifted
Song Lingwan helped Song Lingyi up from the ground and tidied her loose hair.