After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 1190 Will you still be my son-in-law?
Buddhism emphasizes that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If I don’t go to hell, whoever goes to hell will go to hell.

Li Cang is kind by nature, so naturally he would not see his life in vain.

Someone sighed and dissuaded him: "Holy Monk, we all know that you save all stubborn people, but Yin Jiuqing's heart to kill is too strong, you can't save him!"

Yin Jiuqing quietly listened to the comments made by the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

Nan Ye's eyes became colder and colder. Over the years, it was Huang Jie who paved the way for him with her own efforts.

Now it is so criticized.

He must be strong, because only being strong can protect what the Queen wants.

His eyes fell on Li Cang's body, and he asked in a low voice.

"Li Cang, would you like to be the imperial sister's son-in-law?"

Hearing this, he lowered his eyelashes to hide the struggle in his eyes.

He nodded slightly.

"Little monk, yes."

Yin Jiuqing looked at him quietly from a short distance away.

She knew that his heart was attached to Buddhism and all the people in the world.

His ambition has never been on a woman, even if this person is Yin Jiuqing.As if she didn't see the expressions of the courtiers around her, her bright red lips curled into a wanton arc, and she said nothing.

Following Nan Ye's words of 'retreat', everyone walked out of the hall even though they were unwilling.

Yin Jiuqing and Li Cang walked out together.

However, she found that today's him is much more indifferent than in the past.

What appears between the eyebrows is the indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Maybe it was her persecution that broke his heart, or maybe he was really burdened with so many things that he couldn't let go of.

But she really didn't want to let go.

In silence, she gently held his hand and intertwined with his fingers.

Feeling the temperature from fingertips and palms, Li Cang trembled violently.

He stared blankly at the front, not knowing how to react for a while, and the hand held by Yin Jiuqing gradually became stiff.

She stared at him, and quietly curled her red lips, "Monk, your hands are so cold."

"Simply shameless!"

"This Yin Jiuqing wants to overthrow this prosperous world single-handedly. Doesn't she know Li Cang's responsibility?"

"Li Cang! You are a generation of holy monks in vain. You are sorry for the people who trust you, and even more sorry for the cassock you are wearing. You deserve death!"

In the crowd, someone let out a heroic roar.

The voice echoed in the sky above the palace and lingered for a long time.

, Yin Jiuqing's eyes gradually turned cold, until they turned into a deep and unobservable coldness.

The hand holding Li Cang suddenly loosened.

She allows others to insult her and scold her, but she does not allow anyone to say that this monk is not a word.

Her eyes were covered with a layer of bloodthirsty, and with the other hand, she quietly held the Qingming soft sword at her waist.

Didn't she do a lot of things like killing people?
Along the way, she killed all those who should be killed and those who should not be killed, and she was still afraid of a lifeless thing.

At the moment when she was about to pull out the Qingming dagger, the hand hanging by her side was suddenly grasped.

She trembled slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled in disbelief.

"Xiao Jiu, don't get angry."

She pursed her lips, feeling a little displeased.

He pulled her hand so provocatively, which made her agitated, but in the end, it was just to keep her from getting angry and killing people.

In my heart, why am I so unhappy.

"Little monk, if I don't threaten you, will you still be my son-in-law?"

Li Cang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a clear voice slowly overflowed his lips, "No."

(End of this chapter)