Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

So he died!

This sentence, I speak very slowly, and also extremely painful, even the people around me can feel a chilling emotion from every word of mine.

Yan Qinghan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What do you want to say?"

"..."

"Do you want to say that I killed him?"

"Of course you didn't kill him," I said silently, slowly, "I didn't kill him myself."

"..."

"It's still the reason. You have been ordained, but only you can reach him."

"Why do you say that?"

I calmly said, "My uncle, Master Zhengjue, has been meditating in Tianmu Temple for years. Even monks of the same level as Master Fearless can't see him at any time. Of course, he has few people in contact. But that's it. The leaf of the camellia plant at the door of his Zen monastery was completely wiped out by Ma.

When he heard it, his eyes narrowed.

That was a detail that no one would have noticed. It was only after I dared to go to the Zen that night that I was standing in the doorway, bored and bored, and then I noticed that.

I continued: "Tianmu Temple ca n’t walk. Of course, no one can openly ride a horse from his temple to his temple. However, he has a horse tied to his doorway. This shows that someone once rode up the mountain, entered from the mountain door, and then to him. Zen temple. There are not too many people with such qualifications and privileges. "

Yan Qinghan said, "Why do you say it is me?"

"Because of equestrianism." I looked at his pupils and said seriously: "To have such qualifications, you also need such equestrianism. The mountain is so steep, not everyone has the ability to go to the mountain immediately."

"..."

"I didn't know it was you until that night, when Master Zhengjue passed away and the death knell was ringing in the temple, Lord Liu Qinghan mistakenly thought we had an accident in the temple, and rode into the Tianmu Temple from the foot of the mountain. "At this point, I turned back subconsciously, Liu Qinghan gave me a complex look, but did not speak, and Yan Qinghan had a sneer on his face at the moment:" So you are sure that the person who rode up the mountain before was Me? How do you know, I taught him equestrian? "

I'm sure for sure.

When Liu Qinghan was poor in his auspicious village, he was impoverished. He could not have a horse, nor could he have the opportunity to learn to ride a horse. After leaving Jiangnan, he had been on the way. In that state of mind, he could not learn to ride a horse; until he came At Tianmu Temple, I visited Fu Basao's gate and really stayed here for a period of time to learn equestrian. It was only during this time, and during this time, he was close to him and had superb equestrianism. Only Yan Qinghan was there. people.

However, looking at Liu Qinghan's frowned slightly, I didn't say these words after all, just said lightly: "Sometimes there are too many possibilities, it will become absolute."

Yan Qinghan laughed.

Even while laughing, he patted his hands gently, but he could barely hear any applause when he was covered with bandages. He smiled, "Lightness, you really deserve to be a teacher's high foot. No wonder he likes it so much. you."

I slightly tickled the corners of my lips.

"However, I still want to tell you that my father's death has nothing to do with me, that is his own limit."

"Perhaps his limit is coming, but who brought it?" I never looked back, looking at him aggressively: "As an eminent monk, the second uncle, who has entered the practice for several times, is able to retreat from his body. But this time, he died in the state of being settled, and then I secretly asked the old monk in the temple that his cause of death was unconscious. "

Yan Qinghan's face slowly cooled down.

"You are his son. You must have seen him enter a spiritual practice more than once. You must also know that the most feared person in the set is to carry a demon. The greatest regret in his life, his demon, is you!"

"..."

"If it wasn't for you giving him some hints, if it wasn't for you saying something you shouldn't say before he was settled, how could a monk such as him be killed in the state of being settled?"

"..."

Recalling that night at the door of the Zen room of Zhengjue, I turned back to ask his last sentence, and recalled his almost withered silence in the dark, I just felt heartache.

"You didn't kill him, but who did he die for?"

"..."

Yan Qinghan's face was originally cold, without a trace of expression. After I said this sentence, as if a crack appeared, his eyes were finally no longer calm, but he ignited the karma in the cold, and looked fiercely To me.

"You're right!"

"..."

"I am the regret of his life, I am his demon!"

"..."

"But why don't you talk about it, why did he have this regret, and why did he plant this demon?"

"..."

"Is he right? You have always said that he is a monk, a monk, yes, he has repaired a lot of Buddhist scriptures, and also chanted for decades, but a man who makes evil, what qualifications does he have to be called a" monk " Dade '?! "

When he stepped forward, he pushed me back. The karma in his eyes almost burned me. He said fiercely, "He should cultivate his faith from the beginning, not after seeing my mother. As soon as my mother died, it became a bully who occupied the people. When my mother died, he became Buddhist again. I was still asking no one. His hair was practiced as soon as he was shaved. You tell me, he is Buddha, or magic ?! "

This time, I was speechless.

The Buddha's cultivation is impossible without magic.

For Ah Xian, Yan Yizhi is a demon. This is a fact that I cannot refute, nor will I refute.

I looked up and calmly looked at the karma fire in Yan Qinghan's eyes, and said lightly, "But these are all things between your mother and him, nothing to do with your actions. He gave you life, Half of the blood flowing on you is his, which is already the greatest virtue outside of the creation of the heavens and the earth; you have inherited his surname, got the estate that the Yan family gave you, and lived for so many years, but you have taken his life, what is this?"

Because we were too close, I could almost hear the rattling sound of his teeth, but even if the anger was difficult to quell, he didn't open his mouth to refute.

And then, just behind him, outside the concealed door, a cold and resolute voice came—

"It's not filial."

The people in Xitang originally focused their attention on the confrontation between Yan Qinghan and me, and suddenly heard a voice inserted, everyone was shocked, and all looked up to look out the door.

I also looked up, and saw that the door made another long and dry sound, slowly pushed away by a strong hand, and the voice continued to say, "And you're killing your own family, this It's not filial. "

The door opened, and the sudden blast of wind blew the red silk under the eaves, and all of us turned our eyes red for a while.

But it's not just the red satin that stains my sight, but the blood in my eyes.

Those who stood outside the door, Yan Qinghan, all fell to the ground at this moment, completely silent.

The person standing in the pool of blood was holding a sword, and Junlang's dark face was covered with blood. His body should also be stained with a lot of blood, but because he was in a red robe, he could not see it at all, and could only see As he stepped into the door and stepped in, the footprints behind him were all blood red.

He said word by word: "A person like you, what is the right to tell Mrs. Yan, your surname is Yan?"

He finally stood before us, and when I saw his face clearly, I almost exclaimed--

"Yuanfeng ?!"

What appeared to us was Pei Yuanfeng, who had just gone away and chased Xue Muhua!

He actually returned!

I am very happy: "Yuanfeng, are you back ?!"

He glanced at me, his eyes and expressions were still calm. Although there was even a drop of blood on his eyelashes, his eyes full of brute force were full of anger, but his mood was not out of control, and he just nodded gently at me. He gestured.

But this has made me extremely surprised. After all, he is the man who leads the Nishikawa soldiers. Once he returns, everyone has the backbone, and even the old lady Yan standing in the crowd is subconsciously relieved.

Yan Qinghan was also a bit surprised about his return. When he turned to look at Pei Yuanfeng, his eyes flashed with a little shock.

However, when he saw the guards outside the door falling under Pei Yuanfeng's sword, his eyes slowly cooled down, and he didn't even take a closer look, as if the lives and deaths of those people had nothing to do with him .

This person is really cold and scary.

A moment of astonishment passed, and the corner of his mouth even evoked a slight radian, and said, "Why are you back again? Have you saved your bride?"

Upon hearing this, I also reacted, hurriedly looking behind Pei Yuanfeng, but it was empty, and Xue Muhua was not seen.

Is it--

Pei Yuanfeng's calm face kept adding haze at the moment.

Yan Qinghan laughed: "It seems that you haven't caught up with your bride?"

"..."

"Have you caught up, or do you think there are more important people here than your bride?"

After that, the corner of his eye shot at me intentionally or unintentionally.

My brows frowned immediately.

Pei Yuanfeng also glanced at me, but just said lightly: "I just know what my responsibility is and what I should do."

The smile in Yan Qinghan's eyes was completely unveiled. Maybe, he was intentionally exposed to Pei Yuanfeng. After all, at this time, he always knew how to use the weakness of human nature.

He smiled and said, "Don't you worry about the life of the bride?"

"She won't die."

"Oh?"

I don't know if Pei Yuanfeng was trying to give himself a little confidence, or if he had already settled this, he repeated firmly: "She won't be in any danger."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because when I was walking, I thought about the cause and effect of the whole thing again, and then I thought of one thing."

"Oh? What did you think of?"

"I thought about the battle that Nian Baoyu shouldn't have been so hard to fight, and I shouldn't have hit that kind of place."

"..."

Pei Yuanfeng's eyes became sharp, almost staring at him with a ruthless expression: "Some people make that battle difficult."

Yan Qinghan sneered: "You mean, I made that battle difficult?"

Pei Yuanfeng shook his head: "It's not you."