"Ziwei Palace has been committed to killing the martial arts family since the previous lord Zixun, and it is better to kill by mistake than to let go. Eighteen years ago, there was a tragedy in Cen Xiyuan, and my grandfather expected that one day we would be discovered, so he secretly united Wanren Villa to set up a marriage alliance between the two families, in order to share the same hatred and not have suspicions!"

"If the Jiang family and the thousand families are destroyed, then the Central Plains Martial Arts will let the Demon Sect do whatever it wants. Little uncle, would you like to see the rivers and lakes set off a bloody storm?" Qianwan's sentences were soft, but the words were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Qian Xing heard the top secret of the family for the first time, and couldn't help but clench the hundred bone fan, he didn't doubt the relationship between the Qian family and Ziwei Palace, but he didn't expect it to be like this! And Qian Xing's rhetorical question shocked him even more, as if something suddenly pressed on his heart, pressing him out of breath.

"Moreover, there is no shortage of infighting in the family, how many pairs of eyes are staring at my position among the elders of the clan? Grandpa handed over the Thousand Grass Hall to me, and I am bound to live and die with the Thousand Families!"

"Little uncle. A call was choked, Qianyun knelt on the ground, presented a marriage book with both hands, Qianxing's body shook slightly unconsciously, listening to her word by word, and said firmly, "Little uncle, this is not Wan'er's thousand families alone, but also the thousand families of the little uncle." If thousands of families die, if the Jiang family dies, the rivers and lakes are in danger. I hope that Uncle Xiao will put the family's great cause first and put the stability of the rivers and lakes first!"

Qian Xing stared at the paper wedding book and was silent for a long time. The heart seems to have been rubbed and kneaded, tangled into an incomprehensible mess. The astringency in his throat spread, and after a long time, he spoke hoarsely: "Where do you let me put the twilight sun?"

Qian Wan didn't say a word, just raised her head and looked at him with burning eyes.

He suddenly laughed sadly, as if he had fallen into a trap and suddenly woke up: "Yun'er, how many times have you asked your little uncle to come back, just for this marriage letter?"

The blood on Qianyun's face faded in an instant, hooked the corners of her mouth, and said with a light smile: "If the little uncle thinks so, Wan'er has nothing to say." ”

……

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

Twilight leaned against the head of the bed, lazily flipping through a booklet by candlelight. On the side, the first dawn is standing with its head down. After turning the last page, she closed the booklet, and the "Detailed Records of the Thousand Clans of Jindu" on the cover was eye-catching.

Previously, she asked Chu Xiaoqian's family about it. Chu Xiao saw that her posture was cold and indifferent, and finally handed over the book, and told her: "My subordinates are fifty percent sure, and the Qian clan is very likely to be the descendants of the Right Yang Envoy." ”

"Right Yang Envoy?" the twilight sun pondered. With Ziwei Palace's style of acting, fifty percent of the certainty is enough for the Venerable Lord to order the killing. And the lord has not given the order for a long time, so he must have considered it.

The corners of her mouth hooked, and she sneered and looked at Chu Xiao, who hung her head respectfully: "But Qiancaotang is not easy to deal with." ”

"Yes. Chu Xiao responded coldly.

The four Dharma protectors have now eliminated two of them, and Qiancaotang is the third one nine times out of ten, "What about the last one?"

Chu Xiao shook her head, she didn't find out.

"Is there anyone suspicious?"

Chu Xiao hesitated for a moment and replied, "Wan Ling Villa." ”

"Jiang family?" Hearing this, Twilight raised her eyebrows, and couldn't help but smile dumbly, "If it's really the Jiang family, then this matter is really interesting." ”

Eighteen years ago, the four tyrants of the Golden Capital were all descendants of the four protectors who defected from Ziwei Palace a hundred years ago. It's incredible, and it makes sense.

The candlelight danced on her face, flickering on and off, and the smile on her lips was indifferent and unfathomable.

Chu Xiao's heart jumped inexplicably, and he felt more and more that the master after returning from Qiancaotang was elusive.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Chu Xiao quit the room. Twilight stared at the candlelight, a hidden smile on her face, replaced by a look of deep worry.

"Who is it?" said Chu Xiao's cold drink from the court.

Twilight was stunned for a moment, and then heard Chu Xiao's unfazed voice sound: "Thousand sons?"

"Come in. The door opened, and Twilight looked blankly at the two men facing each other in the court.

Chu Xiao did not hesitate, nodded to her, withdrew his hand, and jumped into the night.

"Breaking into the women's boudoir in the middle of the night is not like the style of your son. After the two entered the house, Twilight turned around and closed the door, her words faint but teasing, and Qianxing hugged her into her arms from behind, and the two hands crossed in front of her were tightly interlocked.

"This family identity, don't do it. His cheek rubbed Twilight's sideburns, a movement that was more restrained than his tone.

Twilight smiled lightly and covered his hand, "What's wrong?"

"I miss you. As he spoke, his arms tightened.

Twilight couldn't help but smile again, her heart was as sweet as honey.

The two hugged quietly for a while, and Qianxing whispered in her ear: "I don't know how they are doing now?"

"Haven't you been in touch?"

"Nope. Qianxing sighed, "The beauty is on the side, how can he remember my friend?"

As he spoke, he easily turned Twilight around, and the two stood opposite each other. He stared down at the woman in front of him, took her into his arms again, rested his chin on the top of Twilight's head, and sighed, "I envy them." ”

The long eyes were slightly constricted, hiding the complicated look in the eyes.

"Huh?" Twilight leaned lightly against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Heaven and earth. Livelihood. Rivers. You and me. ”

He spoke slowly, his voice low and deep. Twilight understood what he meant.

Regardless of whether it is the descendants of Youyang's envoys, when they return to Qianjia, Qianxing will have to face pressure from all sides. The intrigue in the family is no less than her deceit in the Jindu business district.

If he knew that he was a descendant of the Right Yang Envoy, and knew that Qiancaotang was inextricably linked with Ziwei Palace, he would have to face and bear more.

But Twilight didn't want to tell him, but wondered if he already knew.

"Why don't we elope too. ”

words, blurted out. Twilight Yang clearly felt that the Qianxing body holding him was suddenly stunned. Then, he looked at himself with burning eyes: "Is this true?"

Facing his impatient and cautious gaze, Twilight smiled and asked him, "Little Uncle can give up a thousand families?"

"Thousands of families have Wan'er, and I have you. Qianxing stared at her, his face full of seriousness, "What about you?"

He knows very well that the Moon Fan Workshop is the brainchild of Dusk Yang, and it is difficult for Duyang to give up the Moon Fan Workshop for him?

But he heard Twilight ask him: "If I don't have the Moon Fan Workshop, will you support me?"

"I'll raise you!" he solemnly promised.

Twilight looked at him, frowned slightly, pondered for a long time, and finally slowly shook his head: "But I can't help it, what should I do?"