Fisherman's Song Dynasty

"Bai Qi, I told you that I came here to inform you that your father secretly met with bandit gangs all over the world, intending to assassinate Zuo Shuai, and was found out by the imperial guards. It has been... alas!" Wu Shu didn't finish his sentence, and finally just sighed He took a breath, turned his face and pointed to the lying corpse.

Yan Yucong's face turned pale and bloodless, and she turned her neck stiffly to look around, her face full of disbelief, she slowly squatted down, and with trembling hands, she lifted the white cloth, revealing a blood-stained sheet. Yan Yucong's whole body trembled, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, and his mind went blank.

Yan Zhongshan was originally in charge of the soldiers and horses of the Hejian Mansion. Since the fall there, he has surrendered to the Kingdom of Jin and was entrusted with important tasks. Even his daughter Yan Yucong was selected by Wushu to join him. It has been two or three years, and the father and daughter have already been regarded as the confidantes of Wushu, the fourth prince, but Yan Yucong never thought that his father was only a false surrender, and secretly had contacts with people in the world. When a daughter does not know.

Yan Yucong stared blankly at her father's face, her eyes were devoid of expression, only a dead gray, perhaps because she was so sad that she forgot to shed tears for a while.

Wu Shu didn't bother her, just watched all this quietly. After a while, Yan Yucong finally moved. He raised his hand and gently closed his eyes for the old father. There was no joy or sorrow on his face, only ashes and numbness. Wu Shu thought, He sighed softly: "This king knows that this matter has nothing to do with you, but no matter what, you can no longer stay in Tianluotang. For you and me, master and servant, before this matter is known to the commander-in-chief, you... ...Oh, let's go back."

Yan Yucong paused, then raised his head mechanically: "Go back? Where else can I go back?"

Wu Shu said: "Since your father is dead, this king will not pursue it anymore. Even if you return to Song Dynasty, this king will not blame you."

Yan Yucong still looked at his father's face in a daze, and didn't reply for a long while, back to Song?There is no longer half of my relatives in the Song Dynasty, who can I look for when I go back?At this moment, all thoughts were lost in her heart, and her only relative in the world, the father who loved her the most, died.

At this moment, she didn't know what she was going to do. She was just a woman, and she had grown up in the Kingdom of Jin since she was a young girl. It has become a vague concept of who is her homeland, Song or Jin. Her father died, and she died at the hands of the Jin people. , but the cause was the Song people. Should she seek revenge from the Jin people or the Song people?Yan Yucong was at a loss.

"Why am I still alive? What are I still doing alive..." Yan Yucong thought of death and wanted to follow her father, but at this moment a smirk suddenly appeared in her mind.

Xu Zizhen!The person who once occupied his body in Taiyuan city.

For some reason, Yan Yucong's heart trembled suddenly, and a strange emotion came to her heart. Her right hand was tucked into the armhole and gently stroked her lower abdomen. This movement was so subtle that even Wushu couldn't detect it.

Wu Shu brought out a small package and put it on the table, sighed softly: "Because of the old feelings, this king will give you a hundred gold, and you can go back after burying your father properly."

Although he pretended to have a helpless and sad expression on his face, he had already made up his mind in his heart. Yan Yucong was a real talent, but her father pretended to surrender and communicated with the Tianxiahui secretly. Although there is no evidence that she was also involved Among them, Dan can't keep her any longer, but now we still have to test it again to see if she knows something, or is still in contact with someone in Song Jing.

But to his surprise, Yan Yucong shook his head, gently covered the white cloth on his father's body, did not even look at the burden on the table, and said with a sad expression: "Yucong is homeless, and he is also homeless." Wuyan stays in Tianluotang, His Highness Grace Yucong will always remember it in his heart."

Wu Shu frowned: "Then where do you want to go?"

Yan Yucong glanced down at her father's corpse, two lines of tears finally flowed down, she suddenly lifted her skirt and knelt on the ground: "Thank you, Yucong, for your kindness in cultivating me, I dare not ask for any more rewards, I am no longer Song Song People, why talk about returning to the Song Dynasty, Yucong only wants to find a place in the mountains to bury his father quietly, and guard the spirit for life, please do it, Your Highness." As soon as she finished speaking, she fell down deeply.

Wu Shu's brows stretched, he could see that Yan Yucong was really disheartened, and he didn't seem to be in collusion with Song Dynasty or Tianxiahui, since it was easy to deal with.

"Okay, this king will fulfill you, so you can go now."

"Thank you Your Highness for your kindness, and Yucong will leave."

Yan Yucong took his father's body and retreated, and the tent was quiet again, but soon the curtain moved again, and a figure flashed in.

Wu Shu seemed to know who came in, and said without raising his head: "When she leaves the city, find a place to deal with her, and don't let anyone see her."

"Your subordinate obeys." The man responded, and raised his head, revealing an old face full of wrinkles, his eyes glimmered, and it was Mo Jingxia who had escaped from Xu Zizhen several times.

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On a small road in the north of Daming Prefecture, a carriage was driving slowly. The driver was a woman, dressed in sackcloth and black veil, completely covering her face. There was no one else in the carriage, only a coffin. The driver was Yan Yucong who had just come out of Daming Mansion.

The sky was very gloomy, and it was about to rain, but Yan Yucong was not in a hurry, and just pretended to be out of his mind.

Although she was extremely sad, she still understood better than anyone else in her heart. With Tianluotang's secrets, how could she quit so easily?And based on her understanding of Wushu, it is absolutely impossible for her to really retreat completely.

On the right side of the road is the canal dug by the previous dynasty. The river is wide and the current is fast. Perhaps due to the weather, there is no boat on the river.

The raindrops finally fell, sporadic at first, and soon turned into dense raindrops. The raindrops in autumn are not heavy, but they are very disturbing, cold and lingering, and even block the sight of people on the road.

The black veil on Yan Yucong's face was soon soaked by the rain. She lightly raised her plain hand to take off the veil, and picked up a bamboo hat from the shaft of the car, but just when she was about to put on the bamboo hat, she suddenly heard With a clear and sharp sound of breaking through the air, she was startled and subconsciously turned her body around.

With a bang, a shimmering dart brushed against her lower back and nailed into the door frame of the carriage.

Yan Yucong flipped his hand and pulled out his long sword, jumped to the side of the car and looked coldly at the roadside forest: "Chiyi old ghost, come out."

"Hehe, the old man really thinks you are too sad and confused. It turns out that you are really pretending, and His Highness can understand."

With a strange laugh like a night owl, a figure walked out from the forest, limping on its feet, it was the head of Tianluo Chitang, the mysterious old ghost Mo Jingxia.