The subtle sound of breaking wind in the rain quickly passed through the rain curtain, and a muffled sound piercing into the flesh was heard, the knife fell to the ground, Jiang Linglong opened her eyes, Si Xian's saber happened to swing in front of her, and she was pulled by Si Xian's side and protected behind her.

In front of him, Zhao Yingxi stared at Si Xian, trembling with anger.

Fortunately, the people are still there.

Jiang Linglong's gaze moved down, and she saw a long arrow running through Zhao Yingxi's palm, piercing through the palm of her hand from the back of her hand, and not far from her feet, the short knife she stole was lying on the ground, and the surface of the knife was dripping with water droplets formed by the rain.

She immediately understood and looked behind Zhao Yingxi.

Under the night, a black cloak could be vaguely seen jumping in the air, looking far away, but in the blink of an eye, it was in front of him.

Under the hood, Kwong Yu's dark and bright eyes were looking at him a little nervously. Seeing that he was not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You already knew?!" Zhao Yingxi screamed sharply and asked Si Xian.

"You also deliberately arranged the knife so that I could steal it?" She knew that Si Xian hated her, and she gave him a chance to kill her justifiably, but she didn't expect him to have arranged it.

"How can you easily let you die a happy death without a trial?" Si Xian didn't mind bowing his head, "A time to raise your hand is enough." ”

He drove a carriage to pick up Jiang Linglong and Si Huang back to the palace in Dry Yuan Temple, and met the cell boss who reported the news on the way, so he asked the cell boss to find Lord Kuang to come. He raised his horsewhip and went to the temple first.

The corridor is narrow, and it is inconvenient for them to use their hands when they are in prison.

When Si Xian Yuguang saw Zhao Yingxi stealing the knife, he immediately understood Kuang Yu's arrangements outside the court.

Jailers are not equipped with short knives or waist knives.

This is Kwong Yu's reminder that he needs a chance to raise his hand.

The two of them, even if they didn't meet or communicate, still cooperated tacitly.

Jiang Linglong watched Kuang Yu and Si Xian's eyes briefly meet in the air, and she was puzzled.

They had already guessed that Zhao Yingxi wanted to die?

Unlikely.

Si Xian should be the least familiar with Zhao Yingxi among the brothers.

While she was thinking, she inadvertently glanced at Luo Qizhen and Si Huang.

My heart sank.

She thought of Zhao Yingxi's eyes when she watched Si Qin leave in the afternoon.

There was no life in her eyes, but there was still hatred.

So she really didn't really want to escape.

There are so many ways for Zhao Yingxi to find death, he can get into the car after taking a short knife, and even kill himself first to accompany the funeral, and then cut himself off.

But she didn't.

Why?

for she has to count even her own life.

She wants the Si family to be restless and fall apart because of her.

If you can't get it, you will be ruined.

So she wanted Si Huang to see her mother die tragically at the hands of her brother. She wants to plant the seeds of hatred deep in this child's heart.

Si Huang is special, and sooner or later he will have the ability to surpass several brothers.

The things she said about the wild seeds were not only to provoke Si Xian to do it to her, but also to say it to Si Huang.

Zhao Yingxi thought that the Dark Guard Commander was as ruthless as her, the leader of Deadpool.

Her plan worked, but she miscalculated people's hearts.

They have all suffered the loss of loved ones.

Before hating the culprit, before the inspirational revenge, more often, it is the sorrow and helplessness of loss, accompanied by a child's endless self-blame.

Si Xian and Kwong Yu, neither of them, would let a child say goodbye to his mother in such a way.

Si Huang is here, they will definitely retreat without fear of trouble, find a way to save themselves, and at the same time protect Zhao Yingxi.

So from the beginning, it was destined that tonight would be nothing more than a farce.

It was just the time for Zhao Yingxi and Si Xian to say two words, Jiang Linglong figured out the antecedents and gave the two of them a grateful look.

I saw that Si Xian also showed his intention towards Kuang Yu.

What is he thanking Kuang Yu?

Yes.

Jiang Linglong suddenly realized.

It was Kwong Yu who brought Luo Qizhen together.

Si Xian is thanking him for solving the internal conflicts in the family.

Jiang Linglong thought that Luo Qizhen was in her eighties and rushed in the rain, and opened her mouth to say, "I'll do it for her."

She had the courage to raise her eyes to look at the old man's house.

Facing Luo Qizhen's eager eyes.

Jiang Linglong's eyes turned red.

"Grandpa, I'm fine." She smiled at Luo Qizhen. Luckily, it was dark and rainy, and no one noticed.

Just as he was thinking like this, the hand hanging down his sleeve was gently held.

After a breath of rain, the warmth in Kwong Yu's palm reached her palm.

The former smiled at her.

It was warm. It's beautiful.

On the other side, Zhao Yingxi raised his hand, gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow in his palm.

Xu is everyone turned their eyes unexpectedly, and the sound of the arrow cutting backwards was extremely clear.

From the moment she was shot to the time she drew her sword, she didn't let out a cry of pain.

Not even a shallow muffled grunt in his throat.

For a moment, Jiang Linglong felt that Zhao Yingxi was pitiful.

She threw the arrow on the ground, bored, and looked at Si Xian blankly, waiting to be taken back to her cell.

Suddenly, there was a very soft sound of treading water, crackling, clicking, rattling on the ground.

Zhao Yingxi bowed his head.

Si Huang took the handkerchief in his hand, held her bleeding right hand with both hands, and wiped it with the handkerchief extremely carefully.

Both the handkerchief and the right hand were already wet from the rain.

Until the entire veil was almost stained red with blood, Si Huang stopped and looked up at his mother as if he had nothing to do.

His small face is beautiful and beautiful, with a pair of phoenix eyes like Zhao Yingxi, and a slightly attractive ear, like Si Qin.

A drizzle followed his high face, and the rain ran down his forehead, eyebrows, and the bridge of his nose. There is also a sparkling slip at the corners of the eyes.

In fact, I can't tell if it's all rain.

His eyes were blank, but his eyes were staring at Zhao Yingxi, this time he was impartial and looked straight into her eyes. A pair of small hands holding her right hand never let go.

Zhao Yingxi's eyelashes jumped. He pursed his lips again.

"Your eyes are like mine." She withdrew her right hand from Si Huang's hand, "It's a good birth." ”

After saying that, she didn't look at him again, and walked to the entrance of the prison.

The palm of the right hand, which was bleeding outward, revealed the corner of a blood-mixed handkerchief.

Si Huang watched Zhao Yingxi leave. Si Xian followed her.

His expression was always wooden, but a cloud seemed to have been torn open in his small heart, and sunlight was shining down. Although it was not warm or bright enough, in that dark world, there was finally a light.

She said I had eyes like hers.

Si Huang went to look at Jiang Linglong and tried to confirm with her.

She just did, didn't she, really look at me?

Jiang Linglong didn't quite understand and gave a puzzled look, and ran to pick up Si Huang again.

"Did you just ask me something?" She spoke softly and carried him to the carriage, "Huang'er, you say it, so I can know what your problem is." ”

Si Huang stared at Jiang Linglong, shook his head, hugged her neck, and pressed it to her shoulder.

No need. This is my secret with my mother.