Before the words fell, Jiang Yufeng pushed the door in a thin drunken manner. This was originally a secret room, and when he came in, the corners of his clothes were windy, pushing the incense in the room to roll up everyone's snorts and overwhelmingly press towards Xue Ling, making people feel that their blood was surging. I just felt that my hand was about to move, as if I was going to jump out and pierce something.

In this way, the sword can be as its name suggests, and the business will be leveled. It's going to be a good day.

She had seen the costume, but it was not a red face canopy, but Xue Yihan's Jin Ge Iron Horse. Although I haven't encountered any wars, I have always seen a few times in terms of face. Because she is still young, she doesn't even have a formal uniform.

She asked Lu Wenan to cross the moon, and the latter said that she would build a ladder and find a way to go to the sky. However, she asked Lu Wenan to pass the armor, and the latter said that he didn't know how to needle and thread. Those layers of things, if you can't wear them for a lifetime, you will fall freely.

Come to think of it, needlework is much more difficult than going to the sky and the moon.

Therefore, this body is full of gold and silver threads, and it makes people's spines not straight. It's tens of millions heavier than she imagined. It seems that the world's cascading general things are uncomfortable.

Jiang Hong didn't answer, and let Jiang Yufeng find a chair to sit down. Qi Qingyi hung his head, and the handkerchief in his hand was still unchanged for ten thousand years. Princess Yongle couldn't hold her breath and shouted: "Xue Ling", but Mrs. Su interrupted quickly, raised her voice and pressed back what Yongle was about to say, and said coquettishly: "How can it be a good day for you alone, aren't all of you here a good day." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards Xue Ling, helped her right arm sleeve, and quietly pushed Xue Ling's hand into the sleeve, as if to persuade her to take back her peace.

This action is meaningless, the candles in the house are as bright as the noon sun, and they can't hide the slightest malice, and they want to cover it, but they show it. Xue Ling didn't intend to hide, so he simply pushed Su Jiru away with the back of his hand, and turned his sleeves up, revealing most of his arms in a flash, and put his hand horizontally in front of him, so that Pingyi could be seen at a glance.

She's seen it, she's seen it.

She's seen a full house of friends, and she's a guest.

She's seen all the time, she's a coquettish.

She has seen everything, but when they meet again, things are not things, and people are not. She thought that in the rare solemn atmosphere of Pingcheng, there were also a few old and new faces, talented and good generals, also in the same room, frowning and laughing, scolding and rapping.

is also looking at her alone like this, looking at her in suspense.

Now, what are you looking at? Coming in?

Jiang Hong wanted to pretend to be blind, but the white blade took advantage of the red makeup, which was really conspicuous, and it was difficult to ignore it. He recalled the piles and piles with Xue Ling, from the conspiracy with Xue Jiang three years ago to today's night talk in the secret room, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Xue Ling is the only person he has lived for most of his life, and he is the only one who is unpredictable. It's not unpredictable, it's completely unpredictable. There are two kinds of unpredictable situations.

One of them is unfathomable, so he admits planting, the old wooden stake who almost knows the destiny of heaven, can't play with a little girl, what else can he do?

But after getting along for a long time, he gradually felt that maybe something was wrong. People are using their own cognition to put on others, and he saw that Xue Ling did not follow the rules at all, and he was caught off guard by the Jiang Mansion. It is only said that the young master of the Xue family is skilled. But I forgot to think about it, maybe, that person didn't have any rules.

It shouldn't be like this, Taifu of the Three Dynasties, General Dingguo shouldn't raise a freewheeling person. It should be Kong Rong let the pear, and when Wang Tai pushes the jujube. If you don't take it, you should give it, and it is the way to be a minister, this is what Xue Ling should be.

If it weren't too abnormal, how could he be so shocked that night that he vomited blood, and then gave up his country's public temperament, bowed down and said that Jiang Fu would do things for Xue Ling? Obviously, three years ago, when the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy came to the house, although he was clever and eloquent, he was still polite and courteous.

It's nothing more than that he was very afraid that Xue Lingjing had changed his intestines after the incident, and he wanted to burn the jade of Jiangfu. He was afraid of caution for months, but the sword hanging above his head did not fall for a long time. If you were an ordinary person, you would be scared to death. But who in this room is an ordinary person?

At least, Jiang Hong is by no means the one.

Since it hadn't been dropped, he tentatively raised his head to see why the sword hadn't fallen. Is it that it won't fall off in the first place, or is the rope tied more securely? Or could he reach out and take that sword down?

"Whose life you want to take, hurry up and get down to business."

Jiang Yufeng raised his head when he heard the sound, glanced at Jiang Hong, then moved his gaze to Xue Ling, and then lowered his head and said, "Sit down, it's all your own people." ”

Mrs. Su was bored, the expression on her face did not change at all, she pulled Xue Ling, half-coaxed and half-forcedly brought her to the table and sat down, and pushed over a verdant green plate, the peach blossoms in it were more colorful than the ones that fell from the carriage back then.

"Look, Luo'er likes to eat, I remember it well." Su Jiru held her cheeks, looked at Xue Ling with a smile, and coaxed her words to be sincere.

Su Yuanxuan has had an accident, and now it is not easy to be in prison, Xue Ling has already learned about it from Huo Yunwan. She didn't feel distressed, but when she saw Su Jiru's happy and smiling face, she was still panicked with disgust. It's not impossible for the Su family to fish people out, but if they can't find out the news, then they are sorry for Su Jiru's camping over the years.

So, knowing that her son is half dead, what is she still laughing at?

"What is there to discuss? Who is going to kill Song Cang"? Xue Ling stared at Su Jiru intently, but he spoke to Jiang Hong.

"It's me", Su Jiru hurriedly replied, making her face a little tighter, not avoiding Xue Ling, but with a fearless face, her tone was tactful and brisk, and she said clearly: "It's me, it's me who wants to kill Song Cang." He doesn't die, isn't he just far away? ”

"Luo'er and Yuanyu are like brothers and sisters, do you want to watch Yuanyu die? It's a pity that Song Cang is not dead yet, if he doesn't die, he won't be alive well. ”

Xue Ling's gaze wandered, looking at Jiang Hong, then to Qi Qingyi, and finally returned to Su Jiru's face. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

With this hesitation, Su Ji reached out and pulled Xue Ling's sleeve, pulled her closer, and asked crisply:

"Why don't you go and kill Song Cang?"