Domineering female general: The evildoer is too black-bellied

Chapter 133 Revenge for him 1
As for the changes that have taken place in my brother, I also see them. However, I respect my brother's choice. If he doesn't tell me, it's inconvenient for me to ask.

This, possibly, is our only destiny as the Northern Border National Shadow Guard.

Shadow Guards, in the inner palace of Northern Xinjiang, are not a bright existence at all. It's just that the royal family uses us to carry out some "difficult" affairs in the inner palace, such as assassination.

However, most of us have never been treated as human beings. They always treat us like donkeys and dogs.

If you want to avoid being severely punished by your master, you have to successfully complete the task, work for him, and help him kill.

Brother Bai's death touched me a lot, and pushed my heart, which had just warmed up, into the abyss again.

In the past, I was forced to accept training to kill people, maybe there were some reasons, but now, I, finally, can be free from worries.

"Brother Bai, you said: When Qing'er is 12 years old, you will hold the hairpin for Qing'er with your own hands, and when Qing'er gets married, you will personally send Qing'er to the sedan chair. . . . . .Could it be that all of this is for nothing?Could it be that you just cruelly left Qing'er alone? '

'Remember: Brother, you once said: In April, it is best to release paper kites.Have you forgotten all of this? '

'No!Brother Bai, you can't just leave Qing'er alone so easily! '

'You said: Brother Bai still has a long way to accompany Qing'er, very long. '

'Qing'er, I will always be waiting for you in place!Always will! '

Guiqing thought silently in her heart.

'Brother Bai, you will not die in vain, never!Qing'er, that person must be made to pay the price he deserves! '

Guiqing said calmly, as if swearing a poisonous oath in her own heart.

Turn around, lift your feet, step into the inner room, and take out a yellow nanmu carved flower wooden box from the hidden compartment under the bed.

This box was given to him by Brother Bai when he was six years old.

Blow away the thin layer of dust covering the top of the wooden box, as if, push away, the old things that have been dusty for a long time.

With a 'click', he slowly opened the wooden box in his hand.

A small bend like a crescent moon suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

This is a knife handle made of Kowloon black iron and hollowed out with peach wood carvings. Under the light of candlelight, it shimmers coldly.

I still remember that day.

"Qing'er, brother bought this for you. Do you like this thing?"

At that time, Brother Bai held the scabbard with the handle in one hand and asked me with a smile.

"Qing'er likes it very much!"

"Thank you, Brother Bai!"

I also smiled back at him.

Time has passed, five years have passed in a flash.

Now, holding the handle of the knife with bare hands, a cold feeling comes from the palm of the hand and penetrates directly into the heart and spleen.

The other hand was tucked into the sleeve of the cloud, secretly clenched into a fist.

'elder brother. '

There was only a murmur in the air.

The [-]-mile palace road, according to the past, has been walked countless times, but there has never been a time where it is as difficult as it is today.

In the middle of the official road, there is a woman in white who is galloping past on a fine horse.

In the corridor of Guanyi Street, the horses galloped on the soil, and under the iron hooves, dust and sand flew up.

Immediately, one person rode straight to the direction of the 'Eastern Palace', and galloped away.

(End of this chapter)