Dragon Castle.

Completely different from the ice and snow outside, the scenery inside the Dragon Fort is extremely beautiful, not to mention the four seasons like spring, but most of the time it is a good season for spring flowers to bloom.

In a purple and red courtyard, two beautiful and moving shadows with different clothes and costumes are strolling in the corridor.

The beauty who walked in front of her, her posture was graceful and luxurious, her steps were gentle and moderate, and the tear moles dotted under her eyes were decorated, so that she sat upright at the same time, but did not lose her breathtaking charm, although she had a woman's hair bun on her head, but on her delicate and moving face, there was no trace of time.

"This world, after all, it's not going to be peaceful," looking at the rain of flowers falling in the wind all over the garden, Ning Rong suddenly sighed, as if she felt a gloomy emotion from it, and a touch of melancholy appeared on her delicate face.

"The twenty-year period is approaching, and the Zong family and the Mingfeng Pavilion are all starting to move, and there are a lot of small moves in secret, and now the Zong Shuai is proposing at this time, and he is definitely uneasy and kind." The beauty who walked behind opened her mouth to answer, she pretended to be a maid, but she was like a warrior's strength outfit, the skirt robe tightly wrapped around the body, the curves were exquisite, and the sharp objects on the gloves were even more chilling, obviously she was not an ordinary maid.

"What about being uneasy and kind, this is a conspiracy, whether it is a husband or Wen Taiji, they will not let go of this excellent opportunity." The melancholy on her face converged, and Ning Rong said lightly, her eyes seemed to be indifferent, and she seemed to be mocking.

For the mentality of these heroes, after so many years, she couldn't be clearer.

Extreme self-confidence, arrogance, and extreme ambition, for which everything can be sacrificed.

Back then, she was also buried in the arrogance and ambition of these people, and it took many years of stupidity before she realized that in the troubled times, if she couldn't be in power, she could only be a little woman.

"It's just that this opportunity may not be as easy to seize as imagined." Nangong Ling'er was worried, but she didn't say it, she couldn't imagine what Ning Rong said, if it was before, she would definitely not take it to heart, but now...... She is no longer the arrogant Nangong Ling'er in the original book......

Because of that person, he made himself understand the greatness of the world, miraculous skills, outstanding characters, and underground dark tides...... In this world, it is far from being as simple as I thought at the beginning.

His own strength, among the first-class masters, can only be regarded as a medium level.

"Hasn't he come back yet?" Suddenly, Ning Rong asked coldly.

Nangong Ling'er was stunned for a moment, a little didn't understand who the "he" Madame was talking about, and immediately reacted, shook her head and said, "No, I haven't heard from him." ”

At the same time, I wondered why Ning Rong would ask about him, I hadn't heard him talk about anything related to Ning Rong before......

Hearing this, Ning Rong quieted down and was silent, just in a pair of blue eyes, the light and shadow skimmed, and the faint light floated, as if she remembered something.

Call~

A slight sound came, and I saw a sturdy figure leaping between the roofs of the corridor in the distance, and quickly came to the front of the two, and the figure turned into an afterimage, landing quietly and silently.

"Madame, your letter." With a letter in his hand, the person who came presented it to Ning Rong.

Dark blue power suit, pocket mask, purple lines printed on the skin.

The person who came was Mima.

"Go down, all of you." Ning Rong glanced at it, and when she saw a subtle mark, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and waved her hand to let the two of them retreat.

"Yes." Yuma and Nangong Ling'er hugged their fists slightly and left. Although they noticed the change in Madame's expression, they were retainers after all, and Madame's affairs were not something they could manage.

In addition, because of Yuehong's sudden appearance, the two of them do not have an intersection like the original book, and now they are only retainers of the Royal Dragon Castle, so they are just familiar.

After the two left, Ning Rong was silent for a while, and then opened the envelope and looked at it.

It's been a long time, and I'm done browsing.

"Wanyan Zang...... Wen Taiji ...... "The low murmur suddenly sounded, the corners of Ning Rong's mouth suddenly hooked, and a sneer flashed in her eyes, but she thought of that day.

That day, Wan Yanzang called her and showed her a letter.

It was the letter written by Zong Shuai to the two families, which matched the marriage of the two families, and it was also the prelude to the beginning of the chaos in the world.

"Husband, why did Zong Shuai match our Royal Dragon Fort and Mingfeng Pavilion at this time? Didn't he himself have a son? ”

"Zong Shuai arranged the marriage between our family's Ah Zheng and Wen Jing of Mingfeng Pavilion, hmph, do you think he has good intentions?"

"You mean ......"

"Wen Taiji sent his daughter to get married is fake, and taking the opportunity to kill me is his original intention!"

"And what do you do?"

"First strike!"

"Kill Wen Taiji?!"

"I have made up my mind, use your Roselle tears to send Wen Taiji on the road!"

“……”

This is the ultimate goal of Wanyanzang who did not refuse this marriage.

"Wanyan Zang, heh, do you know that your old opponent, Wen Taiji, also has the intention of agreeing with you......" Ning Rong thought with some mockery in her heart.

This letter is a secret letter written by Wen Taiji to her, except for her and Wen Taiji, no one can understand it, and the content of the letter is precisely in the hope that after Wen Taiji arrives at the Dragon Castle, he can help the other party kill Yan Zang.

In fact, as early as more than ten years ago, when she had just revised the fierceness of the war, she had a relationship with Wen Taiji, but she had no choice but to do so......

Now, after many years, the other party has found him again.

What should she choose......

However, in an instant, Ning Rong had already made a decision, and an inexplicable light flashed in her eyes.

Wanyanzang, Wanyanzang, do you really think that you secretly obtained Azheng's blood, don't I know?

Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust......

……

Southern Xinjiang.

Mingfeng Pavilion.

In the bamboo forest, in a pavilion, a middle-aged man with a feminine face is sitting in front of a stone table with a thin old man, sitting in front of the stone table, sipping tea.

The middle-aged man is richly dressed, and he has the temperament of a high-ranking person who has been in a high position for a long time, with a pair of eyes as deep as water, and some treacherous eyes and faces, which make him look quite deep and scheming.

This person is the master of the four Yi, the five directions, the ten prisons, and the Mingfeng Pavilion in southern Xinjiang, Wen Taiji!

And opposite him, the thin old man, who was also wearing luxurious robes, was the number two person in Mingfeng Pavilion, a real person in the Ming Feng Pavilion, with a strange skill, and his martial arts skills were only below Wen Taiji.

The wind was silent, helplessly disturbing the bamboo forest all over the garden, causing the bamboo leaves to rattle.

In the pavilion, picking up the tea cup that Wen Taiji had poured the tea, the fox-like eyes of the real person squinted slightly, looked at the yellowed tea in the tea cup, and slowly asked, "You, have you made up your mind?" ”

"I've been dormant for a long time, just waiting for this opportunity, this trip will be successful!" Wen Taiji's voice was soft, but extremely firm, she had already received Ning Rong's reply, with Ning Rong's "insider" to help, she must have hidden Yan until she died, and she couldn't imagine that she would die like this.