Twisting the two copper rotating locks on the wooden box, opening the lid of the box, the three-foot long sword lying in the box appeared in front of Leng Qing's eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, if he could, Leng Qing would not be willing to make such a big effort to bring this "Xuanguang" sword to this prince's mansion, after all, the "Xuanguang" sword is made of extremely pure Xuantian, and its sharpness is far from being comparable to ordinary swords and sharp weapons. But on the other hand, the weight of the "Xuanguang" sword is not comparable to that of ordinary swords and sharp weapons.

When Yan Ziming gave the Xuantie dagger to Leng Qing, Yan Ziming had told Leng Qing that Xuantie was not an ordinary metal, and that the weight of Xuantie was about twice as high as that of a metal of the same size, and that it could weigh up to four to five times as much! In other words, Xuantie was the heaviest metal of all metals.

If it is calculated according to Yan Ziming's statement, it is equivalent to - compared with the metal weighing ten catties, the lightest volume of dark iron of the same volume can reach about twenty catties, the heaviest...... It can weigh 40 to 50 pounds!!

An ordinary three-foot long sword weighs between two and five catties. And this "Xuanguang" sword is a three-foot long sword forged from the purest dark iron, and its weight is five times that of an ordinary long sword, weighing about twenty catties. Combined with the weight of the narrow agarwood box and the scabbard, it can weigh about twenty-five to twenty-seven pounds.

With a "Xuanguang" sword in her arms, Leng Qing felt like she was holding three pots of five-liter cooking oil...... It is not heavy, but if it is light...... It's really not light!

It's just that the next thing is bound to use this "Xuanguang" sword...... So Leng Qing was no longer willing, and she still brought this "Xuanguang" sword.

But fortunately, Leng Qing only needs to raise the "Xuanguang" sword later, and does not need to really wield it, so although the "Xuanguang" sword is heavy, it is not a big obstacle for Leng Qing......

Then again,

I saw Leng Qing looking down at the "Xuanguang" sword lying quietly in the agarwood box, and her eyes were dark and uncertain.

Reaching out and holding the hilt of the Xuan-colored Xuantie sword, his wrist was forced, and Leng Qing slowly drew the sword out of its sheath......

A chill rushed towards Leng Qing as the Xuanxi blade came out of its sheath, carrying a strong bloody and evil aura.

Liang Ruming once said to Leng Qing that the "Xuanguang" sword is the matching sword of the founding ancestor of the Great Liang, and he has followed the founding ancestor of the Great Liang to fight on the battlefield and kill countless enemies, so the bloody and evil qi contaminated on the sword is very strong. Therefore, the "Xuanguang" sword can deter the Quartet just by drawing the sword out of its sheath.

When the three-foot long sword was completely unsheathed, Leng Qing only felt that the temperature in the room had dropped a few points.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he picked up the small flat white porcelain box on the table with no pattern carving in his left hand, opened the lid of the box, Leng Qing just glanced at the two red and black nematodes wriggling and intertwined in the porcelain box, and did not look at it for a second time.

Huo Ran pulled open the collar to reveal her right chest, Leng Qing raised the "Xuanguang" sword in her hand high, and aimed the sharp tip of the sword at her own right chest......

With a slight flip of his wrist, the sharp tip of the sword cut through the snow-white skin on Leng Qing's chest and stabbed into Leng Qing's chest......

As the blade pierced the texture, red blood flowed out along the wound......

Scold...... Although in order to alleviate the tear and pain of the wound, she deliberately brought the "Xuanguang" sword to the prince's mansion, but when the sword stabbed down on the chest...... It still hurts...... Heart-rending pain...... Instant cold sweat and pain......

But no matter how painful it was, Leng Qing didn't make the slightest sound. Leng Qing just silently pulled out the "Xuanguang" sword that pierced her chest, and then used it as a crutch to hold it at her feet, supporting her somewhat shaky body......

Reaching out, she picked up the small flat white porcelain box on the tea table in front of her, without any pattern carving, and placed it in front of the bleeding right chest, letting the red blood flow into the porcelain box......

In the small white porcelain box, the two nematodes, one red and one black, were squirming and intertwining even more violently after being soaked in red blood. But what is amazing is that as the two nematodes, one red and one black, wriggle and intertwine, the blood in the porcelain box gradually decreases little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye until it disappears......

Estimating that the two white-headed Gu had almost absorbed her heart's blood, Leng Qing put the small white porcelain box in her hand back on the table in front of her. After picking up the hemostatic medicine and gold sore medicine on the table, and sprinkled one by one on the wound on her right chest, Leng Qingfang picked up the stack of gauze on the table and carefully covered it on her medicated right chest wound.

After bandaging the wound on his chest and tidying up his messy clothes, Leng Qingfang stretched out his left hand and picked up the black nematode in the small white porcelain box with his thumb and forefinger.

However, surprisingly, a second ago, I clearly saw the black nematode between Leng Qing's fingers, but when Leng Qing flipped her wrist and palms up, the black nematode had disappeared!!

Instead, a red dot the size of a sesame seed appeared on the tip of Leng Qing's left index finger, and the red dot was still oozing with beads of blood. After a closer look, I saw that under the epidermis of Leng Qing's white left palm, there was a black thread swimming quickly and cruising towards Leng Qing's wrist......

Clenched his left hand into a fist, gritted his teeth, and endured the pain caused by the white-headed Gu Zi Gu swimming in the tendons, Leng Qing picked up the small white porcelain box with a flat circle, pestle the "Xuanguang" sword, and walked towards Liang Shengxiao, who was unconsciously lying on the vermilion lacquer bookcase in front of the bookshelf......

It wasn't until he walked in front of Liang Shengxiao and looked over condescendingly that Leng Qing suddenly found that Liang Shengxiao had lost a lot of weight after more than a month, and his body, which was not very athletic, was now so thin that it seemed that only a skeleton remained......

Looking at Liang Shengxiao, who was so shapely, Leng Qing closed her eyes a little unbearably, took a deep breath and slowly spit it out......

After taking a deep breath to regulate the chaotic emotions in her heart, Leng Qing gritted her teeth and put the small flat white porcelain box she was holding in her hand, along with the wriggling red nematode in the porcelain box, upside down on the back of Liang Shengxiao's left hand caressing the strings......

In the next moment, I saw Liang Shengxiao's fingers curled up unconsciously on the vermilion lacquer bookcase, and a pair of sword eyebrows that flew obliquely into the temples were deeply twisted at the same time, and a muffled snort also came out of his throat, as if he looked very uncomfortable......

By the time Leng Qing picked up the small flat white porcelain box that was upside down on the back of Liang Shengxiao's left hand, the red nematode in the porcelain box had disappeared. Instead, a red dot the size of a sesame seed appeared on the back of Liang Shengxiao's left hand, and the red dot was still oozing with beads of blood......

Stuffed the flat round white porcelain box that was already empty into the sleeve pocket, Leng Qing raised her hand to wipe off the cold sweat on her forehead, and finally glanced at Liang Shengxiao, who was lying on the vermilion lacquer bookcase unconsciously, Leng Qing lowered her eyes, turned around silently, and returned to the tea table with the "Xuantie" sword.

After re-sheathing the "Xuantie" sword in her hand, closing the lid of the narrow agarwood box, and throwing the bottles and cans she brought on the table back into the sleeve pockets on the left and right sides, Leng Qing picked up the heavy and narrow agarwood box on the table, and walked towards the door without looking back.

Because of the new wound in his heart, coupled with the fact that he was still holding a Xuantie sword weighing more than twenty catties in his arms, Leng Qing staggered very much with every step. From the tea table in the room to the door of the wide open room, it was less than ten steps away, but because Leng Qing stumbled step by step, it took twice as long as when he came.

Seeing that the low threshold was in front of him, Leng Qing only needed to raise his foot slightly to step out, but just when Leng Qing was about to raise his foot to step out of the threshold, a weak snort suddenly sounded behind Leng Qing.

This is Xishuang Courtyard, this wing room is Liang Shengxiao's bedroom, and at this moment there are only Leng Qing and Liang Shengxiao in the wing...... So you don't need to think about Leng Qing at all to know who made that weak hum......

The moment she heard that weak hum, the alarm bell in Leng Qing's heart had already sounded instantly, and a bad premonition instantly filled Leng Qing's mind.

Not daring to hesitate at all, Leng Qing immediately raised her feet and stepped out of the threshold, even before the oil-paper umbrella that had been placed outside the door, she wanted to rush directly into the heavy rain curtain outside the house.

However, the sky did not obey people's wishes, Leng Qing only stepped out of the low threshold with her front feet, and before she could escape, Leng Qing heard a voice with disbelief coming from behind her, but it was he calling her name affectionately: "Xin...... Xin'er ......"

was shocked by this weak but affectionate call, but Leng Qing didn't dare to look back, Leng Qing was afraid...... When she turns around, everything she has done before will be wasted......

Therefore, Leng Qing could only grit her teeth and rush into the heavy rain curtain in front of her. However......

"Xin'er !!" With this urgent call, several sounds of objects falling to the ground sounded in the originally quiet wing room behind Leng Qing.

Even if she didn't look back, Leng Qing could guess that the sound of objects falling to the ground was probably the sound of Liang Shengxiao knocking over the bookcase or chair in a hurry......

And as the chaotic sound in the wing room settled, and with a few hurried footsteps sounded and disappeared, outside the door of the wing room, Leng Qing, who had already stepped into the heavy rain curtain, was suddenly pulled back by a pair of slender arms.

Being pulled back from the heavy rain under the rainless eaves, lowering her eyes, looking at the two arms with blue-gray sleeves around her waist, Leng Qing suddenly felt a little headache: Could it be that the dose of the incense is not enough? Why did Liang Shengxiao wake up so quickly! Mu Ziru, who is a cheating father, didn't he swear to guarantee that so many doses of the incense could make people sleep for a whole day? This is not half a day before Liang Shengxiao woke up!!

However, no matter how speechless and depressed he was in his heart, Leng Qing only maintained a cold complexion on his face, and said coldly: "Let go." ”

But Liang Shengxiao, who was tightly hugging Leng Qing's waist, did not cooperate at all, but buried her head in Leng Qing's neck very childishly, and murmured softly: "Don't, I won't let go...... Xin'er, you're coming to see me, aren't you? Xin'er...... Xin'er ......"

Listening to Liang Shengxiao's faint but soft "Xin'er", Leng Qing actually felt that her nose was a little sour, her eyes were a little moist, and a place in her heart was slowly sunken......

But before she relented, before she couldn't help but want to turn back, before everything got out of hand...... Leng Qing took the lead in lightly opening her thin lips, and said coldly, in a voice without the slightest emotion: "Prince Xiao, I am now your father's Zhaoyi, and please Prince Xiao respect himself and don't mess with the seniority and rules." ”

Because Liang Shengxiao was standing behind Leng Qing, Leng Qing couldn't see Liang Shengxiao's facial expression at this time, but Leng Qing could clearly feel that after she said this, Liang Shengxiao's arm around her waist stiffened significantly......

The two sides froze in silence for a moment, and Liang Shengxiao finally let go of the arm he was holding around Leng Qing's waist.

Silently took a step back, Liang Shengxiao didn't speak, just pursed her lips and silently stared at Leng Qing's back, the bright red back......

And this side, Leng Qing slowly closed his eyes, quietly took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, endured the bursts of heartache on his right chest, opened his eyes, looked at the melancholy heavy rain curtain in front of him, Leng Qing sighed silently, and slowly turned around......

A turning distance, one step away, Leng Qing met Liang Shengxiao's quietly staring gaze......

Although Leng Qing stabbed her with a sword, she took hemostatic and anti-inflammatory drugs in time and bandaged the wound, but Leng Qing's face was still inevitably pale, and her ruddy lips had also lost some blood. However, compared to Leng Qing, who was pale and bloodless because of his injuries and bleeding, Liang Shengxiao's face was even paler!

However, just a hurried glance at Liang Shengxiao, Leng Qing no longer looked at Liang Shengxiao, but raised her feet and walked past Liang Shengxiao, and walked towards the door behind Liang Shengxiao...... Her oil-paper umbrella was still on the wall post next to the door......

Leng Qing has never been the kind of person who likes to drill the horns of the bull, Leng Qing has always wanted to open - since he has collided with Liang Shengxiao, he simply took the umbrella and left generously!

Although the rain doesn't look like much, it's always soft, but it's also rain! The most important thing is that Leng Qing has just been injured on his chest, especially since the injured position is still above his heart...... If you get wet and wet at this time, the last person who suffers will undoubtedly be Leng Qing herself.

Leng Qing didn't take the umbrella before, because she wanted to take advantage of Liang Shengxiao's just waking up, her brain was still in a state of chaos, and she wanted to leave quickly before Liang Shengxiao reacted, so she didn't care about taking the umbrella.

But at this time, Liang Shengxiao was already standing in front of Leng Qing, and it was obviously impossible for Leng Qing to leave quietly, so why did Leng Qing continue to rush into the rain curtain and let herself get wet in the rain? After all, Leng Qing has no hobby of masochism.