At night, the rare starry sky is thousands of miles. It rained a few days ago, but the clouds in the sky were exhausted, and the night sky at this time was free of miscellaneous clouds, and it looked very comfortable.

It's a good weather to kill.

Qing Jun clenched the dagger in his hand, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

By the way, he was not originally called Qingjun, he was originally called Wang Penny. But the name is so ugly. The name of a small family, how can he tie up to him.

He was a young man of the best age, and he had only been married for less than a year. When he came by boat that day, there was a man named Qing Jun on the boat, who looked seven points like him. The gentleman was full of nobility in every gesture, and he was very jealous.

Jealousy is a sultry fire. After getting drunk that day, he deliberately wore the same clothes as Qing Jun, pushed him off the boat, and took his place.

In his heart, the person who died was Wang Penny, the sensible, obedient and enterprising Wang Peng before.

And he is Qing Jun. It is a promising and noble Qingjun.

He was standing on a hillside, looking at the houses with candles in the bamboo grove in the distance.

Today's night is very similar to the day he met Jiang Xinghuo. Jiang Xinghuo was also born in a poor family, from the remote Shuzhong, but he was brilliant. Jiang Xinghuo's poems are something he can't write even if he wants to break his head in this life.

It's just that Jiang Xinghuo is a sick seedling.

He and Jiang Xinghuo became confidants and deliberately approached him. In fact, if he hadn't impersonated Qingjun's identity and had already taken that step, he would still be very happy to be friends with Jiang Xinghuo.

It's just that he's done it, and there's no turning back. He told Jiang Xinghuo that his name was Wang Hui, Wang Peng of Gusu.

In this way, even if the matter is revealed one day, Jiang Xinghuo will not be able to find the person named Wang Peng. Because, Wang Penny, died on the road a long time ago.

He deliberately sent those aggravating medicines to Jiang Xinghuo, hoping that he would linger on the sickbed. But he didn't want Jiang Xinghuo to die, after all, Jiang Xinghuo's poems could please Chunling the most.

As soon as he thought of Chunling, he unconsciously rejoiced in his heart. How can there be such a good-looking woman, so gentle, virtuous and talented. The most important thing is that such a good woman actually loves him.

At first, he didn't know that Chunling was the princess Xuanhe who was favored by the emperor, and she met him on the street, but just a glance, he fell.

She gave him a handkerchief, and smiled, her eyes full of tenderness. She told him her name was Chunling.

Later, they used poetry to convey their love. Later, they would have a tryst every few days. Each time, he gave Chunling a poem.

His love affair with Chunling is really. It's just that those poems were all written by Jiang Xinghuo.

Suddenly, one day, it was also like this. Chunling asked him with a smile, would you like to marry her?

He was very willing, very willing, and he even wished that he could marry the beautiful girl in front of him immediately. Although his identity is fake, and his poems are fake, he is real. Although, he had already married a year ago.

Qing Jun thought of those who were looking for a husband in the book, and couldn't help but feel scared.

His wife, the wife who is always shy and blushing, is called Gu Qing, and she is also from a small family. When he saw Gu Qing for the first time, she blushed. She is small and delicate, and always likes to keep her head down and be shy.

If it weren't for meeting Chunling, Qing Jun thought that he would still like Gu Qing all the time.

Somehow, he suddenly had a thought in his heart, if only Gu Qing died. If Gu Qing died, he would be able to marry Chunling without guilt.

So, Qingjun told Chunling that he was willing to marry her, but he had to wait for him for a month, and he needed to go home and tell his parents.

Chunling also happily agreed.

Moreover, Chunling also told him that she was the princess of the Great Song Dynasty. As long as Qingjun marries her, a splendid future is in front of her.

He didn't know where he got the blessing to meet a woman like Chunling. The splendid future he wanted was actually in front of him in an instant, and he only needed to take another step or two forward. One step, one step at a time.

Qing Jun thought that for Chunling, he was willing to do anything.

What's more, every time he takes a knife to kill someone, he has an inexplicable pleasure.

You can't get anything by doing anything. He loves to kill.

The night breeze is slightly cool, and sure enough, autumn is coming, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums in the air is getting stronger and stronger. He wore a black night outfit tonight, and his steps were quick. When he was a child, he was not in good health, and his father and mother helped him find a martial artist with good martial arts skills and studied martial arts for several years. To deal with ordinary flat-headed people, these martial arts are completely sufficient.

That's why Qing Jun was able to kill so many people so easily.

The farmer's lights were finally extinguished. He clenched his knife, as long as he killed those two shameless peasant women, Chunling would be happy. Chunling is happy, he is happy.

In March next year, after the title of the gold list, Princess Zhuang Xuan of the Great Song Dynasty will marry him, and he can't help but have a happy smile on his face.

The farmer's family is really poor, and there are not even a few benches. He took a sip of the tea on the stove, and couldn't help but take several sips in succession, what kind of coarse tea is this.

Hey, this kind of vulgar and rude person only deserves to drink this kind of tea. Such a person is also worthy of bullying his Chunling?

He walked softly into the farmer's room, which was unbelievably small.

Deserve. He raised his knife and thrust it into the heart of one of the people on the bed.

It seemed to be a man who had been stabbed, and before he could scream, he was unconscious. The woman next to her rolled over and was sleeping soundly, and he raised his knife to the point.

Oh, by the way, Chunling said that this man was always staring at her, and this woman scolded her in very pickled words.

Then he simply gouged out the man's eyes and cut off the woman's tongue.

Qing Jun snorted coldly from his nose: "Pickled villain, there is more than enough to die." ”

When everything was done, he walked to the boiler according to his memory, trying to find some wood to burn the yard. It's a remote place, and the evidence has been burned, and even if the government investigates, there is no trace of it.

The night was like ink, and it was midnight. I don't know whose cat walked to the front of the platform at this time, Qingjun didn't pay attention, and almost tripped and fell.

"Where do you dare to get in my way, get out of my way. He kicked the cat angrily.

Who would have expected that the cat was not only not afraid, but walked towards him unhurriedly, and at this time he actually spat out human words and called out in a mournful voice: "Husband, you killed me for her? Obviously, your name is Wang Hui, why are you called Qingjun now? Why are you willing to do these things for her? These murderous and arsonous things? How can you do it?"

The voice asked one after another, and every sentence seemed to be crying blood.

Qing Jun, no, it was Wang Wei who was so frightened that he took two steps back and asked in horror: "You, what is it?" are you...... Who are you? Don't play tricks here. I...... I'm not afraid of you. ”