When Xie Ling asked, Wu Shuyuan immediately lowered her head, avoided Xie Ling's gaze, and shook her head again and again: "I don't know, what does his death have to do with me, why do you want to ask me?" ”

Xie Ling didn't press hard, but stood up and said slowly: "Changmen Fu, sad fallen leaves, poetry and poetry, this is the clue left by my father, and all these clues point to you and your son Yuzhang Wang Xiao Zong, Wu Shuyuan, how can you say that you don't know, or are you willing to be someone else's pawn to bear the sin of killing my father?" ”

"Your father? Is he your father? Wu Shuyuan muttered, looking at Xie Ling again, and couldn't help but be surprised and envious, "Yes, you look like him, you are his son, but I remember that he doesn't seem to have a son, hehehe...... Or that his son has been dead since birth, how can you? ”

Speaking of this, her apricot eyes widened, and she seemed to think of something extremely terrible, and pointed at Xie Ling and said, "I understand, you are the child who died young, did you come back to seek revenge on me?" But this thing is not my doing, it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me! He did this, so why should I bear it, why should I bear all these sins? ”

Xie Ling seemed to hear something, and couldn't help but angrily lift Wu Shuyuan's clothes, lift her up, and ask, "What did you say?" The child who died young, who killed the child who died young? ”

"I don't know, I don't know......" The woman seemed to be stimulated by something, and cried again, Xie Ling was afraid that her cry would attract the guards outside the temple, so he immediately let go of her and shouted, "Shut up!" Don't cry! ”

"Let me tell you first, why did my father write that Nagato Fu? After writing this Nagato Fu, who did he go to meet? Who added that last word? ”

Xie Ling asked a series of questions, and after asking, he comforted her and said, "As long as you answer truthfully, I will let you leave here, and even a month later, I will welcome back your son from the Northern Wei Dynasty and reunite your mother and son!" ”

It was probably the four words "mother and son reunion" that stimulated Wu Shuyuan's sensitive nerves, and the woman suddenly raised her head and pounced on her, her eyes full of begging: "What you said is true?" Can you welcome my son back? After asking, he shook his head again and again, "No, it can't be, he has already betrayed Da Liang, His Majesty will never let him return to Liang again, what ability do you have to let my son come back and reunite with me?" ”

Xie Ling took out the jade plate of the crown prince Xiao Tong from his bosom and motioned to her: "Just by virtue of this, as long as I enter the office, I can ask for the opportunity to go to the Northern Wei Dynasty, and at that time, I can think of a way to let your son return to the Liang Kingdom, even if you don't believe me, no one else can believe me, right?" ”

Wu Shuyuan's gaze quickly dimmed, Xie Ling's words can be said to hit the weakness of her heart, she is now alone here, her appearance has long been gone, the holy grace is not there, she really has no one to trust, and no one can rely on, and Xie Ling's words undoubtedly stretched out a life-saving straw to her, even if it is an extremely slim hope, she is willing to try.

After being silent for a long time, she finally opened her lips and said, "It turns out that you, like your father, are also the people who assist the prince of the East Palace.

Okay, I'm willing to tell you, let your father write that Changmen Fu, naturally I want him to help me regain my favor, speaking of which, your father's talent and demeanor make the sisters-in-law of Jiankang City yearn for it, and they are eager to it, not to mention the Yongxing princess, even the palace is no exception.

Bengong likes to read his handwriting and likes to see him as a person, so he often sends people to call him to Shuhua Palace in Bengong, but unfortunately he refuses. ”

Xie Ling was unhappy in his heart, so he continued: "Changmen Fu was written by Sima Xiangru for Empress Chen, your identity is not worthy, and you are a harem woman, how can you be so frivolous and make an appointment to meet my father?" ”

"Huh...... Frivolous? Wu Shuyuan seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous, and giggled, but after laughing for a while, tears oozed from the corners of her eyes, "Do you know that when I was in the Qi Dynasty, I asked Xiao Baojuan to call a certain family Langjun to come to the main hall, and everyone played and frolicked together, Xiao Baojuan wouldn't say anything, and he would be happy to pretend to be the slave of me and Sister Pan's sister!"

It's a pity that although Xiao Yan has the world's talent and gentleman's demeanor, it is a pity that he is less than one ten-thousandth of Xiao Baojuan. I didn't know that there was hypocrisy hidden under the façade of the house......"

"Because of this, because my father refused to write Nagato Fu for you, did you hate my father and join forces with your son to kill my father?" Xie Ling asked sharply.

Wu Shuyuan immediately refuted: "It's not me, it's not us, yes, I hate your father, I hate him for refusing my request, but I don't hate him to the point of wanting him to die!" ”

"Who's that?"

"It's him, it's he who is jealous of your father, your father is too perfect, whether it's talent or fame, character is deeply popular, Delong is respected, and the scholar is admired, so the prince he taught is also morally perfect and impeccable, it can be said that the current prince has no blood relationship with your father, his character and talent can be described as the same, if it is not an exaggeration to say that he is your father's son, but that's it, he is afraid, afraid of your father's ......"

"Who is he talking about?"

Xie Ling couldn't wait to interrupt, but Wu Shuyuan's eyes turned, as if she had seen something, and she didn't answer again.

"I can't say, if I do, he'll kill me, he'll kill me!"

Seeing Wu Shuyuan looking crazy and frightened again, Xie Ling was suspicious, and he seemed to feel that there was a shadow flashing in front of the window, so he immediately got up and chased out.

The figure was not in a hurry, as if he deliberately led Xie Ling to a sycamore forest in the backyard of the temple, and as soon as Xie Ling arrived, several figures appeared from the forest.

These people are also covered with their heads and faces, and they hold large knives or long swords, and they look extremely vicious.

"Just get rid of him right here!" The leader commanded.

"But after all, he is the eldest son of the Xie family in Chen County, if he kills him, if the Xie family investigates it......"

"Who knows we killed us! Hurry up, don't miss the opportunity, he is now the prince's man. ”

"Yes Yes ......"

Under the instigation of the leader, several masked swordsmen attacked Xie Ling with murder weapons, Xie Ling naturally did not sit still, and also spit out a short sword from his sleeve, the short sword seemed to have a mechanism, under her press, the short life gradually became longer, reflecting the bright light, like a match to suddenly illuminate the entire mountain forest,

Before those people could see clearly, one of them let out a short cry and fell under Xie Ling's sword.

The remaining masked swordsmen immediately paused, as if they didn't expect that a family like Xie Ling would have such skills, and they were timid for a while, but the person who led them was not afraid, but shouted loudly again: "What are you afraid of, he is alone, aren't the eight of us still his opponents, give it to me!" ”

After hesitating for a moment, the swordsmen finally shouted in unison, and they all rushed towards Xie Ling.

The sound of swords suddenly filled the entire mountain forest, but in a quarter of an hour, four swordsmen fell under Xie Ling's sword, and the leader was frightened and gradually became afraid, and he was about to secretly leave while Xie Ling was fighting with the remaining swordsmen, but at this moment, his heart ached, as if something instantly penetrated his chest, and he lowered his head to see a sharp arrow coming out of his heart.

The moment he fell, a slender figure was reflected in his gray eyes, but unfortunately he could no longer know who this person who killed him was.

At this moment, Xie Ling's eyes were full of surprise, and his eyes looked at the man in Tsing Yi who suddenly appeared.

The man was long, with a white jade mask on his face, a pure blue robe spread in the wind, and he held a feather arrow in his hand, and on the tail of the arrow was a finch feather swaying.

Although he couldn't see his face, the man's long-necked show neck, the exposed skin was as bright as a beautiful jade, and the most important thing for Xie Ling to ignore was the breath on his body, which was a familiar and clear aura, with the purity of isolation and the domineering spirit of wanting to break free from the shackles and soar high into the sky to command the world.

This kind of complex and indescribable temperament was only felt by one person in her previous life.

And that person is ......

"Liancheng, but you?" Xie Ling asked.

The man did not reply, but picked the cloth on the face of the leading assassin who had fallen to the ground with his arrow, and said, "Don't you come to see who this man is?" ”

Xie Ling walked towards the assassin who was already dead with round eyes, and when he looked closer, his face changed slightly: "He is the person next to the prince of the East Palace, he is that Bao Miaozhi!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a noise was heard from the front of the temple, and the man suddenly stepped forward, shook her hand and said, "Go to the Ancient Xuanpu of the Prince's East Palace!" I'll clean it up here! ”

With that, he pushed her deeper into the woods, and he walked towards the front of the temple.