Madame Hua was also injured and covered in blood, but she completely forgot about what happened around her, and just kept shouting at her brother to wake up quickly. [This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

Her voice was pathetic, and her eyes were mad.

Madame Zi wiped her tears with her sleeve, but her eyes observed Hua Jing'er under the cover of her sleeve.

She didn't see that Hua Jing'er was pretending.

That kind of eyes and cries on the verge of collapse, maybe someone can really play it, but it must be very, very difficult, and it needs enough preparation, otherwise, even she can't do it.

"This king is tired, so I'll go to Ziyin Pavilion to rest tonight." King Hunt didn't have any feelings about Hua Guhan's death, and gave a faint order, "Tonight's matter, this king will investigate by himself, and no one is allowed to speculate and discuss without authorization." ”

As a general, he has killed countless people, seen countless colleagues, subordinates and civilians die tragically, and has long been indifferent to the dead.

Hua Guhan is far from being able to talk about relatives and friends, and he can't be moved by this.

He didn't even look at Madame Hua and walked away.

A lot of people say that he doesn't seem to have feelings, and that's true.

Madame Zi saw that the prince was gone, and hurriedly followed him.

Mrs. Lan couldn't stand the smell of blood in the air, and she couldn't see the ghost of the dead, so she couldn't stand it for a long time.

Seeing that the prince went to Ziyin Pavilion, she was in an even worse mood, and after telling the housekeeper to greet the official and deal with the scene, she also left.

In the Floating Cloud Pavilion, except for the guards in the aftermath, only the cry of Mrs. Hua was echoing.

Slowly, this cry became smaller and smaller, but it was still intermittent, whining and mourning, which upset everyone.

Except for her, no one actually cares about the life and death of that sick little ghost.

Even, most people think that it's okay for the sick imp to die, after all, he is only a burden when he lives.

The vast majority of the people in the mansion did not participate in the aftermath of last night's fight, and when the sky was bright and the wounded and dead in the Floating Cloud Pavilion had been dealt with, they heard that in addition to Hua Guhan, a total of six guards had died, and the other guards had also been injured by different Cheng Dù.

As for the officials who came after hearing the news, it was just a form of walking, and after the guards conveyed the prince's sentence "It's just a Fei assassin coming to look for a ballast, it's not worth mentioning", they went back with a look of admiration.

Subsequently, the coffins of the six guards were transported out of hell and sent to the crematorium for disposal.

At the same time, there was a rumor in the city that the traitors and thieves of the Fei Kingdom were immortal, and they sent people to sneak into the underworld in the middle of the night to assassinate the king of hunting, but they lost their wife and broke their soldiers, and the king of hunting was brave and invincible.

From this incident, the Hunting King has raised his reputation again, and only Lady Hua is miserable.

Hua Guhan's coffin was placed in an abandoned house in a corner of the underworld, and the abandoned house was arranged into a small mourning hall, and Mrs. Hua was guarded by herself.

As a concubine, not long after entering the mansion, she has no children and no daughters, and she has not even experienced the bedding, not to mention that her younger brother died, even if she died, she may not be able to set up a mourning hall, so her younger brother can get such treatment, which is already considered a blessing in hell.

Mrs. Hua kept watch in the mourning hall for a day and a night, and never left half a step.

As for the hunting king, he will go back to the barracks as soon as it is dawn and no longer ask about the events of last night.

Madame Zi and Madame Lan both came to see her, stayed with her for a while and left, in the final analysis, she was still alone.

Madame Zi secretly and carefully observed that Hua Jing'er's sadness was very real, and even every strand of hair was melancholy.

She felt that Hua Jing'er and Hua Guhan did have a deep relationship, maybe they were really relatives, and she might really think too much.

In fact, Feng Jinghua just thought of the tragic fate of her sister in her previous life when she was facing Hua Guhan's "death", and her sadness came from her heart, and this expression of feelings was naturally real.

In this kind of life-and-death game, if you want to act, you have to play enough.

According to the plan, Fang Bai forced Zi Yiyi to assist in the assassination of the Hunting King, and Zi Yiyi lured most of the people out of the palace last night.

The masked black-clothed men who entered the palace last night were all Lian Heng's people, and most of the guards guarding the Fuyun Pavilion were also Lian Heng's people, and a small half were the secret agents of the Hunting King, and the two sides were their own people.

Although it was his own people, this fight was a real fight, and he didn't play casually, but from the beginning, the hunting king set up a rule of "don't hurt others", and under this rule, everyone fought inextricably, and there were countless wounded.

And those "guards" who were killed were genuine dead people sent from the crematorium by the Blood Moon Legion, and even Zi Yiyi couldn't see anything wrong.

Because the play was done enough, Zi Yiyi was deceived.

The next day, Hua Guhan was buried in a civilian cemetery outside the city, and after Mrs. Hua returned from the funeral, she locked herself in the Lianxiang House, and no one was seen, and it seemed that she was missing her brother who died early every day, and washed her face with tears.

The prince was not in the house, and the ladies and aunts were too lazy to care about her.

A few days later, spring suddenly came, and the earth seemed to turn fresh and green overnight.

The weather was not so cold, green shoots were popping up on the branches and the ground, and one or two flower bones were beginning to bloom secretly, and even small birds were skimming the sky, chirping.

People are going out of the house, strolling around, visiting friends, in short, they don't like to stay in the house anymore.

As a result, there are more pedestrians on the street.

Even the scenic spots outside the city have begun to have tourists.

In the afternoon of this day, the long-lost sunlight passed through the thin clouds and sprinkled lightly on Guiyun Mountain, which was ethereal and elegant, and the misty Guiyun Mountain had an extra layer of warmth.

A small green sedan chair carried by four people came leisurely and reached the foot of the mountain.

The road into the mountain is a roundabout stone step, the sedan chair can not enter the mountain, so it has to stop, Yahuan lifts the curtain, and carefully helps the girl in the sedan chair to get off the sedan chair.

The girl wore a lake-blue cloak that was too thick in this season, showing only a pair of eyes, and I don't know what the face was, but her posture could be called a weak willow supporting the wind, which had an elegant and calm nature, and occasionally pedestrians and tourists passed by, all of them looked sideways.

This must be the daughter of which family, right?

Just looking at this demeanor, it makes people think about it, and it must be a beauty.

Yahuan helped the girl up the steps, the girl walked very slowly, and her body was obviously not very healthy.

Another man in a strong suit paid the bill, and after the sedan driver returned, he followed closely behind the girl, apparently the girl's escort.

Tourists thought that the girl was here to play, but the girl did not stop to enjoy the scenery halfway, but walked to the depths of the mountain forest.

Guiling Mountain is the favorite retreat of literati and doctors, and there are many such hermits in the depths of the mountains and forests.

The tourists knew in their hearts, did this girl live here?

Indeed it is.

The girl stopped and walked for half an hour, before she came to an old house in the mountains, before she knocked on the door, the door had already opened, and two servants helped a middle-aged woman to come out, and said happily: "Miss Sun is back, go and tell Master Sù-"

"Rong'er-" The middle-aged woman stepped forward quickly, grabbed the girl's hand, and her eyes rippled with tears, "Is it really Rong'er?" Are you really back? Mother is not dreaming, is she? ”

The girl took off her hood, revealing a pale and emaciated but extremely delicate face, and said in a choked voice: "Mother, I'm Rong'er, I'm back......"

"My good daughter...... middle-aged woman shook her hand and stroked the girl's face, "Mother, mother, mother, I haven't seen you for ten years, I want to kill my good daughter......"

"Rong'er too, Rong'er doesn't want to be a mother for a day......"

The mother and daughter hugged their heads and cried, and the servants all secretly wiped their tears.

Until an old voice sounded: "Let's all come into the house and talk, it's windy and cold outside, Rong'er is not in good health, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time." ”

Only then did the mother and daughter let go of each other.

"Rong'er, this is your grandfather, come and see your grandfather." The middle-aged woman took her daughter's hand and pulled it in front of Sima Cheng.

"Rong'er has seen grandpa, may grandpa be happy and Chang'an-" Sima Rong said and was about to kneel.

"You are not well, do not kneel." Sima Cheng hurriedly hugged his granddaughter, "Come into the house quickly, let grandpa take a good look at you." ”

Sima Rong followed her grandfather and mother into the house, and the family of three had to pray to each other again, and they couldn't finish talking for a long time.

In the end, more than a dozen people from top to bottom of the family had a delicious reunion dinner together, and Sima Rong went back to the room to rest.

She is a patient, she can't be hot, cold, or tired.

When she was quiet, she sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the mirror, and looked at her face.

This is your own, true face.

On the surface, it is Sima Rong's face, but it is actually Qiu Guhan's face.

From this face, Qiu Guhan recalled himself back then.

There are few good memories.

He sighed, put down the mirror, unbuttoned his coat, and crossed his legs.

No one knew that he was able to survive three years as a mining slave because he had been cultivating internal strength.

When he was still living in the autumn snow in the palace, although he didn't learn much martial arts, he had been practicing internal skills with martial arts masters, and he learned quite well.

After being sent to Mangshan, he often used the time at night when everyone else was asleep to meditate on his luck, in order to resist the harsh weather, the beatings of the overseers, and extreme exhaustion, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the torture with his pampered body, which he had been pampered from birth.

After he was rescued by "Hua Jing'er", his body would improve so quickly, which was also the result of insisting on cultivating internal strength.

An hour later, after practicing his internal skills, he picked up a book, lay down on the bed, and read it carefully.

He had been seriously ill and in a coma for too long, and after finally escaping the entanglement of death, he did not like to lie down all the time, sleeping only two or three hours a day, and spending the rest of his time reading, exercising, or practicing killing.

The mountains were calm, and the people of the Sima family were all good people, and no one doubted his identity, including his current mother, Madame Huang.

Only Sima Cheng knows his true identity, and Sima Cheng is reliable.

He lives here, safe, calm and free.

It's just that he will still miss his "sister".

After more than ten days of such days, on a sunny early spring morning, he took a piano in his arms, walked out of the old house for the first time, sat down in a nearby pavilion, plucked his ten fingers, and played the piano.

When he was still in the autumn snow, he learned the piano, but he hadn't touched the piano for several years, and his skills were a little rusty.

He didn't care if he played well or badly, he just missed his days in hell a little, and he couldn't sue anyone about that.

The sound of the piano is faint, although it is not skillful, but it exudes aura and sadness.

He didn't know that there were tourists and residents who followed the sound and were not attracted by the sound of his piano, but were captivated by his beauty.

The phrase "there are fairies in the depths of the soul" slowly spread.