On How to Correctly Seek Vengeance from the Sick Beauty

Chapter 42

The Assassins have lost their chance.

Knowing the assassin's location, Rong Cong reacted immediately and changed his fist into a palm. With a loud shout, he slapped the man's chest firmly with his right hand.

Blood spattered his shocked face.

The hand felt soft and moist, and only a pair of familiar black eyes could be seen in the dark, which suddenly widened.

When Rong Cong was terrified, he subconsciously took a step forward to catch the limp body, only then did he realize that the soft, boneless body had a dagger sticking out of his right shoulder, and his palm just hit his right chest.

He stretched out his trembling hand to test the man's breath, his breath was like a gossamer.

But fortunately, there is still gas.

Rong Cong showed a joyful expression that should not belong to the prince, took out a medicine bottle from his waist, poured out a fingertip-sized pill, tried to stuff it, but found that the woman's mouth and nose were bleeding.

Cao Shun heard the movement in the study, and hurried in with a lantern in his hand, and this was what he saw.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Jingui put his whole hand into the mouth of the assassin-like man dressed in black.

Looking at the empty cool jade bottle beside him again, Cao Shun exclaimed in his heart.

It's just too early.

The Qiqiao Red Phosphorus Pill, which is hard to come by at such a high price, was hastily given to an assassin by His Highness!

Cao Shun walked quickly to the prince's side, his whole face twitching, "Your Highness, today is the last quarter moon..."

However, when Cao Shun saw the appearance of the assassin, he swallowed his words of advice, his eyes the size of mung beans stretched like two mung bean flies.

Rong Cong turned his head when he heard the sound: "Don't disturb the palace, go find a doctor."

"Yes." Cao Shun didn't dare to neglect.

Tonight, the prince's bedroom was brightly lit all night, but Rong Cong himself was standing outside the pavilion, holding a jade tablet in his left hand, with the word 'Yuan' engraved on the front and an unintelligible character on the back.

Hearing a voice behind him, the prince didn't turn his head back, he just opened his mouth and said, "Did you catch it?"

Cao Shun hurriedly said respectfully: "Return to Your Highness, that man acted quickly, the blood slave was never captured alive, but the cold poison entered his body, so he probably won't live long."

Rong Cong responded, and continued to stare at the two objects to study. After a long time, he said leisurely: "Cao Youde is your uncle."

Cao Shun was startled, his eyes flickered: "Yes."

"Three days later, Gu wants Ye Lin to capture the complete pattern on that purse, otherwise you can go and accompany Gu's Blood Slave."

"Yes!" Cao Shun sent the prince away, his back covered in cold sweat.

In the 16th year of Wuzhen, autumn.

Donglin Country, a small border town outside Jialing Pass - Tai Township.

At dusk, a man rested his horse in front of a dilapidated inn. He was tall and tall, wearing a black cloak, and looked very mysterious.

When he arrived at the store, the man lifted his hat, revealing a young and handsome face. Although there was a reddish scar on his right eye, it did not affect the coordination of the facial features at all, but added a touch of heroism.

The proprietress seemed to have not seen such a handsome young man for a long time. She grabbed the old man's arm and rushed forward, "Is the young man a tip or a hotel?"

The man smiled softly at the proprietress, then turned his head and said to the boss, "Is this old man Xu Changying?"

The husband and wife looked at each other, and then they were more and more stunned. The old man poked his head out and looked around for no one, and then he leaned over to the man and whispered, "Xu Changying was my name when I was a soldier. What can you do with me, young man?" ?"

The man let out an 'oh', then took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to the old man.

After someone read the letter, the man took a step forward to block the old man's shocked expression, lowered his head, his dark eyes were deep, he leaned into the old man's ear and said, "Uncle Xu, please allow me to pay homage to father."

The old man stared blankly at the man in front of him for a few seconds, and he came back to his senses when the old wife called each other eagerly. He stretched out his dead wood-like palm to wipe away the tears in his eyes, then crushed the letter and grabbed the heavy hand. Ling Yuan's wrist said, "My lord, please come with me."

As soon as the word "shizi" came out, the old wife's face turned pale, and she closed the door of the inn tightly while the two were walking towards the backyard.

Xu Changying dragged Shen Lingyuan to the backyard of the inn. The yard was not big, with old saddles, dry straw and other sundries piled up beside it. There was only a small pile of sand in the middle of the yard. Ordinary people would think it was for the store to absorb water. Sand, but only the old and the young understand that what is buried in the sand is the grievances of a lifetime of heroic souls.

Shen Lingyuan's eyes were full of sadness, he looked at the sand pile but couldn't bear to approach it, no one could believe that a generation of famous generals would end up like this.

Uncle Xu let go of Shen Lingyuan's hand, his eyes flickered, and he kept shaking his head, "My lord, don't blame me, Old Xu, I also have a wife and children to support, that's why..."

The old man said he didn't go on, because Shen Lingyuan held his hand instead.

Shen Lingyuan's voice was gentle: "Uncle Xu, don't blame yourself. Now my father is no longer a prince of Changxing and I am not an elder son. You are my uncle and I am your nephew. Seniors clearly know that we are all traitors, and we are still at home. Setting up a grave for my father, I know how much crime it takes, I have worked hard for you all these years."

Xu Changying had heard it, and he burst into tears. He couldn't help but knelt down in front of Shen Lingyuan with a plop, "With your words, my old Xu's life is worth it!"

"Uncle Xu, please get up quickly." Shen Lingyuan hurriedly supported Old Uncle Xu, "If Uncle Xu does this again, he will be born with me!"

Xu Changying held Shen Lingyuan's arm and said slowly, "Hey!"

After the two paid homage to Marquis Changxing, Xu Changying led Shen Lingyuan to an upper room on the second floor. Although it was an upper room, it was only a little cleaner.

Shen Lingyuan was very satisfied, after all, he lived in the snow mountain wooden house for two years, and it was a great blessing to have a soft bed at this moment.

After entering the room, Old Man Xu closed the door, pulled Shen Lingyuan to the table and sat down, swallowed nervously and asked, "You came from the snow mountain this time, but you are going to Xinxia?"

Shen Lingyuan opened his mouth and was a little surprised. He didn't expect Tongchen to include his whereabouts, but Old Uncle Xu was a trustworthy person, so he nodded without denying it.

Uncle Xu looked even more anxious: "Tigers and wolves coexist in Xinxia. I have been there once and I don't want to get involved again. You are alone, is it okay?"

Shen Lingyuan smiled, and patted Uncle Xu's hand pretending to be relaxed, "Don't worry, I'll be fine if I have support in Xinxia, ​​besides, the culprit who caused father's blame has not been found yet, how can I not?" Go back and settle the score with this person."

A trace of foreboding flashed from Shen Lingyuan's eyes.

Seeing Shen Lingyuan's introverted look, Old Uncle Xu licked his dry lips, and finally nodded, "I admire your son for having such courage, even if I risk my life, I will accompany you for a while !"

Hearing this, Shen Lingyuan hurriedly pressed Old Uncle Xu, "Hey! Uncle Xu! My trip is a secret infiltration, the more low-key the better, there is no guarantee that there will still be people who know you in this new building. It's difficult, and my aunt also needs your care."

Xu Changying pondered for a while, "Oh! That's right. I'm too old to carry a knife. If I go, I'll only hold you back. Why don't I stay here to guard Lord Hou, and I can leave you a thought. "

Shen Lingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded in relief.

Xu Changying seemed to have something to say, and suddenly said sternly: "Since you went to Xinxia this time to avenge Lord Hou, then I will tell you the cause of Lord Hou's death. I thought this matter would be buried with me, no Thinking that there is still a day to speak out, I also hope to hear the news of revenge in my lifetime."

Shen Lingyuan was not surprised at all, he blinked and handed over one ear.

Xu Changying whispered in Shen Lingyuan's ear, "What Master Hou hit was erysipelas."

Now it's late autumn, and it's the frontier, Shen Lingyuan is the only resident in the entire inn, and it's a loss-making business for old man Xu to refuse to take money.

As for why Xu Changying still guards here, Shen Lingyuan recalled what Tong Chen told him before he left, "Xu Changying is the personal guard of Lord Hou, and his life-saving friendship has saved Lord Hou countless times. Order, 'If I Shen Chi dies, no one is allowed to be buried with me, let me live well!', Xu Changying would have gone to accompany your father long ago, he deserves your name Uncle Xu."

This is probably the inseparable friendship between brothers. When one dies, the other cannot be with him, so he has to marry a wife and have children in the place where he died, so that all lonely souls can have a home.

Only now did Shen Lingyuan fully understand how great his father was.

Shen Lingyuan rested at Jialing Pass for four or five days, and did not intend to leave early. One was that Uncle Xu's son had never returned after going out for a while, and the old couple raised Shen Lingyuan as a son, so they were reluctant; I want to spend more time with my father, and at the same time repay Uncle Xu for his protection.

It's just that on the sixth day, Shen Lingyuan got up early to practice kung fu as usual, but when he greeted the door, the proprietress stuffed a heavy package into her arms.

"Auntie, this is it! Ugh!" Before Shen Lingyuan finished speaking, the proprietress covered her mouth vigorously.

The proprietress pointed to the downstairs and signaled Shen Lingyuan to keep quiet. After he nodded, she let go of her hand and whispered, "Come with me."

Although Shen Lingyuan didn't know why, he knew that the proprietress would definitely not harm him, so he didn't ask any further questions, and followed the old man carefully down the stairs.

Only then did Shen Lingyuan realize that it was a guest.

It was still a group of unprovoked guests, dressed in different clothes, speaking some incomprehensible words.

Although it was just a hasty glance, the two women left a deep impression on Shen Lingyuan.

Different from the gentleness and affection of Dong Lin's women, one of the girls wore two braids hanging from behind her ears on her shoulders, wearing a brightly colored lapel jacket, with a machete pinned to her waist, and was fighting with Xu Changying. talking.

And the other girl is very mysterious, her whole body is covered by a black cloak, if not for the intimate posture of the two, Shen Lingyuan might think that she is another self in the world.

Shen Lingyuan followed the proprietress to the backyard, and then asked curiously, "Where did these people come from?"

The proprietress moved a good horse from the stables, and said in a low voice, "They came from Beili, they are envoys rushing to celebrate Emperor Xing's birthday. There is still half a month before the market opens, so I don't know why they came so early. But don't worry, Lao Xu will try his best to keep them for a while, and won't let them see you so soon, you should leave immediately!"

Shen Lingyuan's eyes moved. Although Tongchen said that he could use this feast to contact Beili's envoys and plan to return to Beili, but now is obviously not the time. He doesn't know whether it is the enemy or Friends, and there are more important things waiting for him to do.

Shen Lingyuan quickly made a decision, got on the horse, turned the horse's head and nodded to the proprietress, and embarked on a new journey.

The author has something to say:

ah!Can't write face at all, please forgive me, anyway, Da'er has a scar on his right eye when he grows up, you know.

Or let him wear a mask, save writing...

Shen Lingyuan (raising a placard): "Please adopt, please feed, please..."

Yu (jumping over and snatching the cards): "Ma Ma is wrong, Ma Ma will write you better next time..."