Demon King and Concubine

Chapter 61 Returning to Beijing (1)
It seemed that there was no need to answer this question anymore. He watched Duanmuzheng's whole body breathe, and then exploded loudly.

Duanmu Tian stood beside him, seeing this, he couldn't help but turned his head and looked at his elder brother, then lowered his head to concentrate, and frowned slightly, but he was silently chanting a name in his heart: Lian Qiming?
For these years, Duan Muzheng has been living in seclusion in Sanshi Village. He really doesn't care about the world. What happened outside and what kind of changes are not what he wants to care about. He closed his eyes and ears and only lived in his own world. middle.

But he didn't expect that 17 years later, when he suddenly heard that the enemy who killed his wife was not dead, but was living a better life than 17 years ago, one can imagine the agitation in his heart.

At that moment, the aura erupted from the bottom of his heart even the Emperor Jun, who is the Ninth Five-Year Lord, couldn't help being moved by it, and couldn't help but take a half step back. His eyes that had been silent for 17 years lit up again. It shines brighter, colder and more murderous than 17 years ago.

Damn him, he didn't even know that bastard Qiming was still alive, allowing him to live for 17 years for nothing!

Although the Duanmutian brothers and sisters knew that the regent of Lian Yue Kingdom was indeed Lian Qiming, but for no reason, why did they tell their father about this?It's not that he doesn't know that he doesn't care about anything outside.

They really didn't know that the person who killed their mother back then would be that person, Duan Mujing. How would you know this?
On the mountain behind the village, there is a hill called Fengling. On the top of the hill is a solitary grave. Duanmuzheng is sitting quietly in front of the grave at this moment.

This is his wife's grave, but it's just a tomb of clothes. When he left with his two children in his arms and turned back to look for her, there was no longer her body there, only a pearl hairpin was found on the ground and blood-stained clothes, he collected them all and buried them here.

Many years ago, he had searched for it, and even went to the capital of Lianyue Kingdom by himself to investigate secretly, but there was no result. Later, even he himself didn't know why, so he suddenly became discouraged and stopped looking. The two children came to this Sanshi village and lived in seclusion ever since.

He always thought that the only purpose of his life was to bring up his two children, and then he could go to her with peace of mind.

Unexpectedly, Lian Qiming is not dead yet!
He stretched out his hand, and caressed the crude tombstone bit by bit, a gentle look gradually appeared in his eyes, and he murmured: "Qing'er, I'm afraid I'll have to wait a little longer for you."

Behind him, Duanmu Tian was standing among the trees, when he heard the words from the wind, he frowned suddenly, then turned his head and gave Jun Huang coldly a look beside him.

Emperor Jun is not angry, at this moment he is not as majestic as when we first met, but with a friendly smile on his face, he also looked at her and said: "Girl, you seem to be very dissatisfied with me?"

"No, you are the emperor, who dares to be dissatisfied with you?"

Emperor Jun was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly his expression was in a trance, his eyes swept over the bright red birthmark on her face, and he said with a light smile: "You and your mother are really similar."

"My mother?" Suddenly mentioning this, Duanmutian couldn't help being a little stunned, looking at him and asking, "What kind of person is my mother?"

"Your mother is the number one beauty in my Dayan, the number one talented woman. No matter whether it is piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, poetry, or marching, fighting and charging, she is the dream lover of my father. Combining is also enviing others, envying both your father and your mother."

But a few words, but it makes people feel yearning, Duanmutian can't help but be slightly surprised, the pale and almost transparent but still beautiful face reflected by the lightning flashed in front of his eyes , the corners of his mouth slightly raised into a soft smile.

"That's so good, I'm afraid I can't compare to her. I don't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, poetry, or marching, fighting and charging. It's just that appearance alone, I am tens of millions of miles away."

The Emperor Jun glanced over the red birthmark on her left cheek again, and there was a dark color in his eyes.

Ning Qing, is this what you hoped for?

Duan Mujing, who had been quietly listening and watching, noticed the emperor's eyes, and couldn't help showing a look of concentration in his eyes. He turned to look at his sister's face thoughtfully.

The emperor had already withdrawn his gaze, looked at the back of Duan Muzheng who was sitting in front of the grave, and said, "I think we should go back first, he seems to want to sit here for a while, so let's not disturb him."

As soon as he mentioned this, Duanmu Tian's face that had just softened became a little colder.

The emperor couldn't help smiling when he saw this, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pat her on the head affectionately, and said: "Girl, you have to understand that the burden on your body is not so easy to escape, even if I don't come to look for it now Your father, he will definitely go back to the capital one day."

Duanmutian was speechless, he only frowned and let go of his hand, with a little disgust on his brow.

Emperor Jun was suddenly happy. He never expected that he is a majestic Lord of Yan, the Ninth Five-Year Lord, so many people wanted to get close to him or were not able to be close to him, but now he was turned away by a little girl.

He withdrew his hand with a chuckle, turned around and walked back on the way they came. The white-faced monster and two black-clothed guards who were standing far away hurriedly followed, Duanmutian and Duanmujing brothers and sisters watched again. The father sitting in front of the grave glanced at him, then turned and went down the mountain.

Ahead, Emperor Jun stopped again, turned around and looked up in a certain direction, when he heard footsteps behind him, he asked, "Is that Zixia Mountain?"

Following his line of sight, he saw Zixia Mountain towering into the clouds and surrounded by mountains. Duanmutian nodded and said, "Yes, that is Zixia Mountain. Jun Xiuran was killed by Bound there for three years."

The emperor turned his head to look at her, his eyes were a little surprised and thoughtful, then he suddenly seemed to be in a very happy mood, smiled and turned and walked down the mountain.

Duanmutian was puzzled by his laughter, he didn't understand what was so happy about it, he only knew that the emperor's mind was really weird and uncertain, it was better for her not to make too many guesses.

Duan Muzheng didn't come down from the mountain until near midnight, but before he entered the house, he saw that the oil lamp was still on and there were many people sitting in the main room.

It seemed to be waiting for him.

He paused, then stepped in.

"A Zheng, when do you plan to return to Beijing with me?"

(End of this chapter)