Night, the endless dark night is getting deeper, and people who have been busy all begin to fall asleep. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Located in the Ling Mansion not far from the east gate of Handan City, the three Ling Mansions are connected by entering the courtyard, with red lanterns hanging under the eaves, and the big red Xi character is still pasted on the corridor wall, but the jubilant atmosphere does not dye Ling Shaofeng's cold heart.

Ling Shaofeng lay quietly in the marriage bed in the bedroom, lying on the bed with his feet open, dressed in white obscene clothes, forcibly occupying the entire bed, his little head leaning towards the inside of the wall, as if he was falling asleep.

Her long red hair is scattered over a soft red pillow, like a delicate rose, exuding seductive charm, and like Manju Sawa in the dark night, revealing danger and endless despair of love.

Zhao Xuanchen, the king of Chen, was sitting in a wheelchair in an ink-colored robe embroidered with cloud patterns, and was pushed into the bedroom by the fourteen with a cold face but flashing worry, and waved his hand to the fourteen who lowered his head behind him and did not dare to cross the rules.

Lou Fourteen nodded and respectfully withdrew.

Zhao Xuanchen turned his wheelchair and moved to the red shelf bed, looking at the woman he loved most on the bed, his wife, knowing that he was back in the house, but ignoring him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Are your injuries better?"

Ling Shaofeng was already vigilant, and she had already heard that it was him when Zhao Xuanchen was outside the door, but she pretended to be dead as she had been for a few days, and she didn't move, let alone answer.

Zhao Xuanchen has gone from anger and apology at the beginning to getting used to it now, and he didn't expect Ling Shaofeng to answer from a cold war with him, so he came to the bedside by himself, stretched out his hand and pulled up the red quilt that had slipped on Ling Shaofeng's waist, and covered the petite person tightly.

"I know you're still angry with me, angry that I hid Mo Lan and Tie Lan, but I can't help it. If I hadn't done this, I'm afraid you'd have left Handan a long time ago! ”

Of course, he left him, which he absolutely did not allow.

He always remembered the life that Ling Shaofeng wanted to live, it was the kind of sprinkling of wandering the world and fighting swords, it was the freedom of picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely, he also wanted to give her that kind of life, but it was not right now, he was still too weak, and he had not taken revenge.

In order to prevent her from escaping from him, he could only choose this hurtful method and forcibly leave her behind.

"Nanwei and his team's team has set off, and it is expected to arrive before the elite meeting of the four countries, and the father's intention is also to include people in the palace before the elite meeting of the four countries, because he is a princess of a country, so the father's intention is to visit the church and get married, and give Nanwei dignity."

Ling Shaofeng, who had been pretending to sleep, heard this, his body under the futon stiffened, his breath was short, and he immediately relaxed again, after worshipping the hall and getting married, then Lin Wei'er was the real side concubine, the main concubine was not in the sixth, and the side concubine visited the hall first, which was to beat her Ling Shaofeng's face and dignity.

The Emperor of Dongzhao really played a good chess game, she said, why did the Emperor of Dongzhao agree to the marriage of the two so easily, and also issued a decree to give marriage, it turned out to be waiting for her here, it is really high, worthy of being the emperor above tens of thousands of people.

The emperor of Eastern Zhao never wanted her to leave the Northern Zhou General's Mansion as an orphan girl Yimei and Zhao Xuanchen together, the initial compromise was just to appease Zhao Xuanchen, and at the same time, find a free bodyguard to protect his son.

Once a new point of interest appears, Emperor Dongzhao will not hesitate to kill her, and Lin Wei'er, the reincarnation of Nanwei Princess Fengnu, is undoubtedly a better choice.

Emperor Dongzhao treated the prince the same on the surface, but in fact, he was so good to Zhao Xuanchen that he had nothing to say, and calculated step by step, even his prince was counted among them.

Seeing that he couldn't kill people with a knife, he personally sent Long Yingwei to take action, not to take her life, but to let Zhao Xuanchen, who was already inferior, see his incompetence and her strength, so as to stimulate Zhao Xuanchen's inner darkness and fighting spirit, and desperately strive for supreme power.

"Don't worry, when the time comes, I will excuse myself, I will definitely not marry Lin Wei'er, let alone be with her, as soon as she enters the palace, I will come back immediately!"

Zhao Xuanchen looked helplessly at Ling Shaofeng, who had his back to her, turned around with a sad expression, and moved his wheelchair to the Luohan couch where he had rested for the past few days.

He stood up with his strong hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, and with his legs, which were still not very strong, he walked slowly but firmly a few steps without any support, sat down on the soft Luohan couch, pulled over the folded quilt and covered his body and clothes and slept.

Those clear eyes were dyed with melancholy and pain, and in his eyes were the red hair burning like fire in his heart, and he was unable to relieve his petite wife.

Even if she ignores him, even if she hates him, he doesn't want to let her go, even if he looks at her like this, as long as she is still by his side, he will have the courage to move forward among the thorns, overcoming the thorns to create a truly free environment, a unified country.

Night, the silent night is still silent, around the hour, it is the time when people sleep most soundly, and it is the least easy to be woken up, just as the saying goes, the moon is dark and kills the night, and the wind is high and the day is on fire.

Located in the south of Handan City, a certain official's mansion is hung with illuminated lanterns in front of the door and behind the house, and the flowers and trees are full of dark shadows under the faint yellow light, and the pavilions and pavilions are not clear in the night, but they are beautiful and fantastic.

Suddenly, dozens of black shadows suddenly appeared silently, as if they appeared out of thin air, landed on the mossy roof, and flew down into the mansion in an instant.

The black-clothed man in the leader was ruthless in his eyes, and with a wave of his big hand wearing black gloves, dozens of black-clothed people holding long swords and big knives immediately dispersed silently.

Around the corner, there was a young man who got up at night and stood under the porch with a lantern, rubbing his hazy eyes and staring carefully at the strange appearance of the courtyard.

The blood is as beautiful as a flower, and the warmth stains the white lantern, which is as beautiful as a red plum blossom.

The night was thick, and the killing had just begun.

Dozens of black-clothed masked people with strong martial arts, with a clear division of labor and cooperation, quick and ruthless actions, quickly harvesting the lives of others, most of them are killed, whether it is the master, the servant, the man, the old and the young, are not left, to put it bluntly, it is to destroy the house.

Sneak into every room in the house, kill the people who are still asleep in the house, and immediately transfer to another room, without missing the killing.

Blood spurted out of the night, staining the night red, intertwined with the muffled snort that sometimes sounded a thick breath of death.

After just a few minutes, dozens of black-clothed masked people who had searched the house gathered together again, the leader stretched out his hand and gestured, and the other four black-clothed people also gestured, the leader of the black-clothed people nodded, and took the lead in flying away, followed by dozens of black-clothed people.

The man in black came and went like the wind, and the official's house was still silent, except for the thick smell of blood wafting in the wind, no one knew that the house had been destroyed overnight. (To be continued.) )