The guard's blade was like touching ice at an inch away from Ling Zhi's fingers, Situ Qianchen's eyebrows were high, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he looked sideways at Ling Jiantong, who closed his eyes tightly because of fear, and his slender fingers had already pinched her chin: "What you said is true?" ”

Ling Jiantong's chest rose and fell violently, and it took a long time to open his eyes slightly and look at Situ Qianchen who was close at hand, the horror in his eyes receded, replaced by three points of hatred and seven points of calm: "Say, what should I do to let our mother and daughter go?" ”

Situ Qianchen raised his hand and motioned for the guards to escort Ling Zhishuang down, poor Ling Zhishuang had been tortured, his gray hair hung down, and he looked even more thin and embarrassed.

Ling Jiantong's gaze slowly became unbearable as Ling Zhishuang left.

"Don't worry, I'll treat your mother's injuries with the best medicine."

It was clear that Situ Qianchen was the initiator of everything, but when he said this, he looked at ease.

This look really made Ling Jiantong feel extremely disgusted.

"Tell me, what else do you want me to do?"

Situ Qianchen's request was very simple: "If you help me ascend to the throne, I will naturally treat your mother well." ”

What does it mean to ascend to the throne...... Isn't it just that you want to be surprised...... Dead?

Ling Jiantong's two closest people in the world are Mu Jinghong except for Ling Zhishuang, how could she let another person die for the sake of one person's life now? The palms and backs of these hands are full of meat, and they cannot be given up.

Ling Jian turned his eyes sideways and said firmly: "I can't do it, I won't help you kill Jing Hong, if you want to kill him, you might as well kill me first." ”

Situ Qianchen chuckled and shook his head: "You misunderstood, I didn't let you kill Mu Jinghong, I just want the throne, Mu Jinghong's life is already dispensable for me, I don't care." ”

"So what do you mean? I can't march to war, I can't help you. ”

"Who said that? Ling Jiantong, I want you to go to Mu Jinghong's side to do my eyeliner, if he has any movement, he can send me a letter at any time, that's all. ”

Ling Jiantong snorted coldly: "You are making me betray Jinghong." ”

"But as you said, you agreed to me on any terms."

"No, I can't do this, there are so many people under your seven-star cupboard, which one of them is not better than me, why bother me to do this kind of thing?"

The Seven Star Cabinet is indeed better than Ling Jiantong, but there is one thing that no one can replace Ling Jiantong, that is, trust, for Mu Jinghong, Ling Jiantong is his most trusted, favorite person, although Mu Jinghong is now different from the past, he still attaches too much importance to the personal relationship of his children, this is also his only handle, as long as Situ Qianchen grasps this handle, he does not believe that this open and secret battle, he will not be able to win.

"Ling Jiantong, you don't have a choice now, if you don't want to help me, then I will send someone to send you a finger of your mother every day, of course, you also have time to think about it, nine days, you only have nine days, and when the last little finger is delivered, I think Ling Zhishuang should not be able to live."

"You!"

To use meanness is to insult these two words.

Situ Qianchen pushed away Ling Jianhong's fingers and said with a smile: "Ling Jiantong, think about it, whether you want Mu Jinghong or your mother, however, I can promise you that I will not want Mu Jinghong's life, it is too cheap for him to die alone, I want him to live, and I watched how the rivers and mountains of the Mu family were pinched in the palm of my hand by my Situ Qianchen." ”

Ling Jiantong glared at Situ Qianchen, how could there be such a ruthless and ruthless person in the world, in order to achieve his own goals and interests, he could even ruthlessly mutilate others and trample on the happiness of others, such a person, even if he got the world one day, would he really be happy?

"Situ Qianchen, you're finished, you're really finished."

Previously, Ling Jiantong just hated, hated Situ Qianchen for separating her from Mu Jinghong for so many years, hated him for indirectly killing so many of her friends, but now, when she looked at him again, she suddenly felt that he was a little pitiful again, he was too selfish, although he kept saying that it was for her, but what he really did was not for himself, such a person lived in his own world, it was too sad.

Situ Qianchen didn't understand what Ling Jiantong meant by what he said in the end, he watched Ling Jiantong fade away, and the moonlight sprinkled around her body, stretching her shadow indefinitely, he suddenly felt a little heartbroken, although he used such a trick to force Ling Jiantong to comply, but maybe from now on, Ling Jiantong would hate himself for the rest of his life.

Hate it,

It's good.

It's better than not remembering anything.

Ling Zhishuang was not found, and now that Ling Jiantong is missing again, Mu Jinghong almost wants to kill people in the low atmosphere in the barracks.

The adjutant generals standing in a circle around them, they didn't dare to come out, always hoping that the next soldier who came to report would say something about their mother and daughter, but this soldier came to the ninth, and still didn't find anything.

Mu Jinghong sat there, his face was gloomy and ugly, his fingers were held on the armrest, and with the sentence of the soldier kneeling on the ground, "There is still no whereabouts", the wooden handrail was decisively crushed by Mu Jinghong.

The soldier on his knees, his face as dead as ashes, thinking that he was about to be finished, trembled and said useless words to relieve anger and damn death.

Mu Jinghong couldn't listen to a word, his mind was full of nothing but Ling Jiantong, obviously they were separated for a while, who was so bold as to rob people in his military camp?!

Situ Qianchen!

It had to be him!

Mu Jinghong Huo Ran got up, picked up the Qinggan sword on the shelf and was about to go out violently, Mu Jinghong is now the head of the three armies, how important is his identity, the deputy generals followed Mu Jinghong all the way and persuaded each other, but Mu Jinghong couldn't listen to a word.

For Mu Jinghong, competing for the throne is like chasing ducks to the shelves for him, and in this world, nothing will be more important than Ling Jiantong.

But just when Mu Jinghong was about to break into the capital single-handedly with his sword, he saw the figure of Ling Jiantong coming back alone in the moonlight.

The lieutenant generals have been carrying the breath that they have been relieved, and this aunt and grandmother finally came back safe and sound.

Mu Jinghong's brows relaxed slightly, and he arrived in front of Ling Jiantong in two or three steps and hugged her in his arms.

Ling Jiantong's body was so cold, as if she had come back from the snow in the cold winter wax moon, Mu Jinghong hugged her so tightly, like a rare treasure that was finally recovered.

"Eyes, you're finally back, I'm worried about death."

The warm breath of her lover was in her ears, but Ling Jian Tong still shivered coldly, Mu Jinghong thought she was cold, so he quickly took off the coat on her body and put it on her, and tightened her neckline to prevent a trace of cold wind from entering.

Ling Jiantong stared at him the whole time, the temperature at night was obviously very low, but his forehead was still oozing sweat stains, was he sweating in a hurry to find himself?

The first time he saw her, he didn't ask her where she had gone. didn't ask her if she was taken captive by someone, but the relieved "finally back".

He really loves himself.

And he ......

Thinking of this, Ling Jiantong's nose suddenly became sore, his hands wrapped around Mu Jinghong's waist, and the whole person hid in his arms.

Mu Jinghong was stunned and couldn't help worrying: "What's wrong?" ”

His tone was very gentle, Ling Jiantong was close to his strong and broad chest, and his voice was also muffled: "My mother was arrested by Situ Qianchen." ”

The staggered faces, Mu Jinghong's eyes dimmed slightly, in fact, he had already thought of it, he had turned over all the places around him that could be found three times, Ling Zhishuang's health was not good, he would not go far at all, the only possibility was that he was taken away.

But how did Ling Jian Tong know?

"Jinghong, what should I do?"

Ling Jiantong's mind was in chaos now, and now she was like standing at a fork in the road, let her choose whether Mu Jinghong or Ling Zhishuang, she couldn't make up her mind at all.

Mu Jinghong's hand was on her back, and he said in a soft but firm tone: "Don't worry, Mrs. Ling will be fine, I will save her from Situ Qianchen's hands." ”

Mu Jinghong's promise made Ling Jiantong's flustered heart settle down in an instant.

Yes, she can rely on Mu Jinghong, she doesn't have to promise Situ Qianchen.

But the next day, when she returned to her tent, she saw a delicate box on the dresser, at first, Ling Jiantong thought that Mu Jinghong had given her some surprise, but when she opened it, the smile on Ling Jiantong's face immediately froze on her face, and in an instant, her eyes widened in horror!

Almost subconsciously, she threw the box to the ground, and the box jumped on the ground a few times, and a bloody finger fell out of it.

There was also a note in the box.

There are still eight days to go.

The movement inside the tent made Zijin who was guarding outside realize that something was wrong.

"Cut-and-eye girl, what's wrong?"

Ling Jiantong covered her mouth that wanted to scream, trying to regain her composure, she replied to the outside of the tent: "It's okay, nothing, my rouge box accidentally fell to the ground." ”

"Do you want me to go in and help?"

"No need, I'll go out later."

Zijin didn't suspect it, Ling Jiantong took a few deep breaths before he dared to slowly approach the box, it was a woman's middle finger, except for Ling Zhishuang, Ling Jiantong couldn't think of a second person.

Situ Qianchen is really ruthless enough, and he does what he says.

Ling Jiantong knelt on the ground, and big tears fell, Ling Zhishuang didn't know what kind of suffering he suffered now, but as his own daughter, he was so powerless.

She thought, she couldn't wait.

Between Mu Jinghong and Ling Zhishuang, she still chose Ling Zhishuang after all.