Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Qingshui Yulansheng (7)

"What kind of hero is bullying a weak woman?" Dai Lansheng wanted to shut up, but the words came out of his mouth. What surprised him even more was that what he wanted to say next was begging for mercy, but the words came out of a completely silent voice. He sneered: "What's more, she is your sworn sister with a different surname. You have no regard for etiquette, shame, incest, and you are not as good as a beast. You are not worthy of the words "descendant of the Ming family." What are descendants of the Ming family!It's over, it's over! Lan Sheng complained again and again, he didn't even understand why he said the words "descendant of the Ming family", but Hao Tianhou slowly got up from Hua Mujin's body, and the snow-white delicate body was illuminated by lightning, There seemed to be a purple light shining between the two points of red, Lan Sheng's blood surged up, but he couldn't control his instinct and couldn't move his eyes anymore, but the smirk of Hao Tianhou was in front of his eyes, and his long hair was scattered in a mess because of the struggle just now On the forehead, with crazy eyes, like Shura from hell: "What did you say?"

Hao Tianhou moved his hands slightly, although Lan Shengren released Liberty, his shoulders were bleeding profusely, and he fell down slanted powerlessly in severe pain, his face lying on the cold bamboo floor. Haotianhou's hands were like lightning, and Lan Sheng felt his throat tightened immediately, "Are you from Dongying or from Dali, and you managed to get past the guards to find her?" "Benefactor!" Lan Sheng tried hard to break Haotianhou's hand, but it was as hard as iron, so he had to say with difficulty: "Bitter...the sea is boundless, turning back is...the shore."

The air in Lan Sheng's chest was getting less and less, and in his blurred vision, it seemed that a figure of a woman in surrendered clothes floated into the bamboo house, and a soft sigh came from his ear: "Yang'er." His throat finally loosened, air poured in, and he fell into darkness. He had a very strange dream in his drowsiness. In the dream, it seemed that someone was crying at him non-stop, and then Amidst the rumbling thunder, he woke up drenched in cold sweat, turned sideways in the chaos, and the huge pain in his shoulders came from him, which made him wake up from all the terrible things before falling asleep, and then he was surprised to find himself lying on the couch with dyed hair wrapped around his shoulders. Bloody gauze, I am in another bamboo hut, and there is a beautiful figure lying on the side in the red tent, which is the wood fairy.

Standing beside the bed was a figure, that seemingly mediocre Haotianhou guard, who seemed to be called Zhang Demao, but Haotianhou was nowhere to be seen. Lan Sheng shrank, and Zhang Demao turned around and looked at him coldly: "Little master has been poisoned by my poison, and every fifteenth day, my lord's blood will be used as medicine, otherwise the pain will be worse than death." .” Lan Sheng stared blankly at Zhang Demao, Zhang Demao said coldly: "Today is the fifteenth day, if you don't believe it, you can touch your third rib on the left." Lan Sheng opened his robe, but saw that the left chest rib was black and bruised, and a sharp pain came from the third rib in a hurry, and the pain made blood boil in his throat. Qiu, why did you hurt me?"

But Zhang Demao sneered and said: "It's only your fault that you came to Beiyuan because of your troubles. You have a good fortune teller. It just so happens that a person is needed here to save the heroic spirit of the eldest princess every day. My lord, please forgive me. From now on, you will be obedient here. Just chant." After finishing speaking, he walked over, opened Lan Sheng's mouth, forced a large pill, and walked out of the bamboo house without looking at Lan Sheng. Lan Sheng wanted to take the pill out, but the pain in his ribs gradually disappeared, and a strong drowsiness came over him, and he fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, there was the sound of soft weeping, Lan Sheng tried to open his eyes, the four-dimensional night pearl was covered with a black velvet cloth, and there was no candle, the room was pitch black, even so, Lan Sheng was slightly surprised I can clearly see the furnishings in the house, the house has been cleaned up, the red curtains are still hanging thousands of times, and the brilliance of jewels is faint. The cold and damp wind mixed with the sound of rain was whistling outside the window. Lan Sheng wanted to sit up to relieve his hand, but he couldn't move. Under the hazy gauze, only a vague figure of Mrs. Huaxi was left. She seemed to be talking in her sleep, then wept softly for a while, and fell into a deep sleep. Lan Sheng thought of everything just now, and felt uncomfortable With a single move, did Hao Tianhou succeed? Why did they keep him alive? Is it really just because they want a young monk who chanted sutras?If a young monk is really needed to cover people's eyes and ears, why should he be kept in Mrs. Huaxi's boudoir?

After a while, the sound of the wind and rain became softer and softer, and finally only the soft sound of water droplets rolling over the leaves and falling on the flower buds was left, diluting the hostility of the stormy night, as if the elegant bamboo boards on the stage were playing slightly in the ear . Lan Sheng felt as if he could move his hands, and was overjoyed. He was about to get up when there was a sudden noise outside the door. The door opened with a creak, the cold wind blew again, and then closed with a creak again. Lan Sheng shivered, held his breath and fell asleep, his eyelids squeezed a little, and followed the very light footsteps step by step. Entering, a tall figure wrapped in a shiny black raccoon cape came to Mrs. Huaxi's bed.

Lan Sheng thought to himself, could it be that Haotian went back and returned, the man straightened up, and Lan Sheng saw a beautiful profile, with a golden crown with two dragons playing beads neatly pressed on his head, like a taste It is a symbol of a very high prince. The man slowly sat on the edge of the bed, and lightly opened the red curtain, as if he was looking at Mrs. Huaxi carefully. Lan Sheng thought to himself, could it be that this person is Young Master Treading Xue? Looking more closely, although this young man has a picturesque face, he is full of an indescribable air of makeup, which is far from the bright and upright temperament of Young Master Treading Snow. far.

With a trace of disdain on the young man's face, he turned Mrs. Huaxi's pretty face with squinting eyes, looked at it carefully for a while, and then quickly shook his hand away with disgust. He sneered a few times in a low voice, and his eyes were even more contemptuous. His right hand stretched out the dragon-patterned sleeve robe, and suddenly there was another thunder flash in the air, illuminating a gorgeous dagger with a hilt full of jewels in the young man's hand, pointing directly at Mrs. Huaxi's throat. "Anyway, you're going to suffer while you're alive," the young man muttered softly, "Let me help you get rid of it early, and the three cripples will thank me."

A loud thunderbolt flashed across the window, the young man in the golden crown was slightly startled, and the dagger in his hand also stopped for a moment. At this stall, Mrs. Huaxi in the dream seemed to be frightened by the thunder, and turned over uneasily. body, his right hand moved out, and the diamond bracelet on his wrist knocked against the edge of the bed, and lightning shot the light of the diamond bracelet into the surprised eyes of the young man. He stood up suddenly, the dagger in his hand dropped, and sank into the floor with a "dole". "Shuqi!?" He slowly sat back on the edge of the bed, stroking the bracelet tremblingly, stroking each gem carefully, and murmured: "Shuqi, this is your diamond bracelet. "

"Shuqi, you died so badly," his eyes gradually lost in the torrent of memories, "You died for me." As he spoke, tears welled up, and he choked up holding the bracelet. Another flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and another person flashed in from the door. The person's white robe was soaked, and the water droplets from his hair slowly flowed down his handsome face. He seemed to be dying from far away. After rushing back, he watched the young man sitting by the bed panting for a while. There was fear in his eyes, as if he finally calmed down, and slowly walked out of the darkness. Lan Sheng secretly complained, because that man was Hao Tianhou. . He walked slowly towards the crying young man on the edge of the bed, and sighed softly. "This is Shuqi's favorite diamond bracelet," the young man wiped away his tears and said tremblingly without looking back: "On the night we got married, my face was cramp from laughing at the royal relatives and many guests. Yes, but I always wonder in my heart, what kind of woman is the eldest princess? Will I marry an ugly and bad-tempered naughty princess? " Lan Sheng was stunned for a long while listening there, and finally realized that this person was the re-elected Martial Master of the Two Realms, Zhongxian Wang Yuan Feiqing, and the Shuqi he was talking about should be Xuanyuan Shuqi, the eldest princess of Zhenlie. Yuan Feiqing smiled slightly, and continued: "In Xiuning Palace, she sat quietly in front of the bed with a red hijab on her head. I couldn't see her appearance, only a pair of beautiful lotus flowers. Hands, with this pair of Persian tribute diamond bracelets, twisting the red pomegranate skirt mischievously." "Father Wang always told me not to be a man of temper, and absolutely not to disobey the princess. In fact, he was too worried. Shuqi is not only virtuous and virtuous, but also gentle and well-behaved. She has no royal arrogance at all. The emperor promised sister Shuhuan to Turkic marriage. Sister Shuhuan cried to death. Shuqi knew that she had always wanted to marry the three cripples, and she was depressed, but she couldn't change her fate, so she gave one of them to Sister Shuhuan. , the other one was given to the three-crippled woman, this lowly Hua Mujin," he sneered, squinted at Hua Hibiscus contemptuously, and said, "She said to me sadly, she hoped that one day sister Shuhuan could come back Go to Middle Earth, marry the man you like like her, get along with this flower hibiscus and live a happy life, tell me, what a kind woman she is." "You know? At that time, I didn't think about any great family business at all. I just wanted to be with Shuqi forever and live happily." His pupils shrank for a while, and he stood there in a daze, letting the tears of sadness flow, "They don't When I was asked to save Shuqi and escaped from the Xihua Gate with me, I saw Shuqi jumping off the Fengling Terrace, and I just watched her being forced to death by Dou Yinghua, the dog thief Dou Yinghua." Song Minglei sighed softly, approached him, and put his hand on his shoulder lightly. Yuan Feiqing didn't look back: "Shuqi is so innocent and cute, I can always guess what she's thinking, but," he said with Tears and a cold smile: "But I will never guess what you are thinking, Lei!" "You know how important Shuqi is to me, and you also guessed that I will find her sooner or later." He stood up slowly, facing Song Minglei: "So you let her wear this bracelet, just to let her Am I showing mercy to her?" He coldly shook Hua Mujin's hand, took a step forward, lifted Song Minglei's front, and said bitterly: "Why, she looks so ugly and thin, she looks like a thin monkey at all, not a beauty at all, let alone the same Compared with Feiyan, why do you like her so much to protect him." "You misunderstood, Qing." Song Minglei sighed, gently released Yuan Feiqing's hand, and then clenched it tightly on his chest: "Qing, I will save him to deal with the three cripples." "Nonsense, you are nonsense." Yuan Feiqing burst into tears and struggled to free his hand: "If you want to deal with the three cripples, why didn't you tell me earlier. Why did you use Shuqi's bracelet to hook my Old things, so that I can't do anything." Lan Sheng's hands and feet became more and more comfortable, and his heart became more and more horrified. He wondered why this Yuan Feiqing was so bitch-like, and couldn't figure it out with Song Minglei? Song Minglei took another step forward and said in a deep voice: "If I don't do this, I'm afraid you would have killed her long ago. If she dies, the three cripples will reveal all our secrets to the world." "Qing, do you know what I want to do the most?" Song Minglei took Yuan Feiqing's hand and said sincerely: "What I want to do most is to see you add the imperial robe and rule the world. Who will take what you love, and who will separate us?" Yuan Feiqing's face gradually calmed down, and he held Song Minglei's hand full of hope: "Are you serious?" Song Minglei smiled again, his eyes widened, and he leaned over slightly, right in front of Lan Sheng, and kissed Yuan Feiqing's lips deeply. Lan Sheng's already dexterous hands and feet froze there. Lan Sheng closed his eyes tightly, he almost forgot to breathe, his brain was congested, he could only hear the heavy panting of two men next to his ears, after a while, Yuan Feiqing's voice came softly : "Lei, you are getting bolder now." "Come back with me," Song Minglei said with a chuckle, "We've been waiting impatiently for Feiyan." Lan Sheng opened his eyes slightly, but saw Song Minglei tidying up Yuan Fei's clothes, then took his hand, and was about to walk forward. Yuan Feiqing took two steps forward and stopped suddenly. Song Minglei looked at him suspiciously . Yuan Feiqing broke free from his hand suddenly, turned his head and raised the jeweled dagger and pointed it at Hua Mujin, Song Minglei's expression changed suddenly: "Qing, you...?" "Lei, I believe you. Whatever you say, I believe you." Yuan Feiqing said sadly: "It's just that I don't believe in myself anymore. I must not leave this bitch to steal your heart." After finishing speaking, the reward flashed silver light in the dark night and went straight to Hua Mujin's throat. Lan Sheng jumped up suddenly, and wanted to say stop, but it was too late. However, in the dark night, the hand wearing the bracelet was lifted suddenly, and the dagger hit the bracelet with a loud clanging sound. The lingering sound seemed to break people's eardrums. The black velvet cloth was shaken off, the Ye Mingzhu emitted a yellow light, everyone's eyes lit up, and Hua Mujin's arm was bleeding profusely. When everyone was stunned, the figure of Hua Mujin jumped up from the bed like a ghost, raised her hand slightly, and a bloodstain appeared on Yuan Feiqing's pretty face. Hua Hibiscus pierced his chest all of a sudden, Yuan Feiqing was bleeding profusely, and screamed in pain, she seized his acupuncture points, held him with one hand, and looked at him coldly with her bright purple eyes. Looking at Song Minglei, he said: "Second Brother Song, if you still want to see him alive in the royal robe, will you please let me out?" Seeing that Hua Hibiscus was holding a sharp green fragment in his hand, which seemed to be a fragment of a shattered jade platform, Lan Shengju cheered up, thinking, when did this Hua Hibiscus hide this broken piece of jade? He hastily removed the reward from the top of his head, jumped to Hua Mujin's side, tried to laugh loudly and said: "That's right, Song Minglei, if you still want to see your lover alive, let us go out quickly!"