Lin Shisheng walked towards them step by step, the sun was dark, his face was hidden in the shadows, and his expression was blurred.

The gate of the princess's mansion was tall and wide, and his figure gradually moved from the corner of the door frame to the center, and each step was extremely heavy.

A moment before he was about to step out of the threshold, he glanced up at the plaque in the princess's mansion and walked out.

In the past, no matter what the occasion, he always fell on Lin Jiaruo for the first time, but this time, his gaze fell directly on Lan Zijun's face after looking for a moment.

It was as if the sky had suddenly darkened for a moment, and everything in the world had become blurred.

Only the endless blade on the man's chest, I don't know where the light reflected, was extremely dazzling.

Lin Jiaruo stared at the person in Lin Shisheng's hand, staring at the red on the man's chest and concentrating.

Until Lan Zijun beside her took a step forward and blocked her vision, she suddenly felt that all the strength on her body had been drained, and her eyes suddenly went black.

When she woke up, her eyes were still dim, and faintly, as if she saw Lin Shisheng with a blurred face again, holding the bloodied Shen Qingyan with both hands, walking towards her step by step.

She screamed.

"Aruo! A-ro! A familiar voice came to my ears.

The lights turned on suddenly, and Xu Jiaoning's concerned face appeared in front of him.

Lin Jiaruo threw herself into her arms, clasped her hands tightly, and kept shouting: "Mother...... Mother ......" shouted until she burst into tears, and she couldn't cry.

Xu Yaoning also cried endlessly.

She originally thought that after surviving last winter, Shen Qingyan would survive the death of her previous life, but she didn't expect it......

If she had paid more attention and had been less conceited, perhaps the tragedy would not have happened.

Lin Jiaruo cried and cried, fell asleep, woke up from a nightmare, cried and fell asleep again, and so on several times, and in the second half of the night, he developed a high fever.

Since he started practicing martial arts, Lin Jiaruo has not been sick for many years, and this illness seems to have used all the shares of the past few years.

By the time I was able to get out of bed, it was already seven days later.

As soon as he got out of bed, Lin Jiaruo went to the Shen family, and no one could stop him.

The mourning hall of the Shen family is full of people.

Today is Shen Qingyan's first seventh, and after the first seven, it is time to be buried.

Lan Zijun was supposed to hold the child in the mourning hall to give thanks and worship, but at this time, Mrs. Shen was the only one who added paper money to the brazier.

The maid led Lin Jiaruo to Lan Zijun's room.

In the huge mansion of the Shen family, everything is vegetarian.

The maid led Lin Jiaruo to the door and quietly retreated.

Lan Zijun was standing in front of the table, with all the paper and ink, the pen was like flying, although his face was pale, his eyes were extremely resolute.

She wrote so devotedly, Lin Jiaruo hesitated and didn't dare to approach.

It wasn't until she put down her pen that she walked over and asked softly, "What is my cousin writing?" ”

Before she came, she was full of sadness, and when she saw Lan Zijun's busy appearance, her mood was miraculously appeased, as if she felt that sadness was not very important.

"Complaint!" Lan Zijun said lightly.

Lin Jiaruo was stunned for a moment, but didn't understand.

Lan Zijun beckoned to her, and Lin Jiaruo obediently walked in front of her, was pulled into her arms, and hugged her tightly.

Lin Jiaruo realized that her whole body was extremely cold, as if she had been in the ice cellar for several hours and had just come out.

But her body was steady, not shivering, not soft, like ice cubes, cold and stiff.

"Ah Ruo......" she said softly, her voice was also cold, "Actually, I have long known that the fifteenth day of August in the fourteenth year of Yongkang is the date of Qingyan's death......"

Her words sounded like a thunderbolt in her ears, and Lin Jiaruo muttered dizzily, "What did you say?" ”

"Actually, Qingyan's body hasn't really gotten better......"

"Originally, under the care of Dr. Xue, he could live for five years, but that day in the other garden, after he vomited blood in a hurry, Dr. Xue tried his best, but there was nothing he could do......

"Qing Yan said that he couldn't just leave our mother and son like this, he wanted to leave us a way back!"

"You all think that he went to the imperial examination for fame, isn't it...... He couldn't pass the ...... He was just kidnapped and mutilated to death by Princess Sucheng as a son! Only in this way can more people's attention be aroused! ”

"Ah Ruo, he went to die by himself, and I watched him die!"

I don't know if she hugged her too tightly, Lin Jiaruo felt that she was almost unable to breathe.

She suddenly let go of her hand, grabbed Lin Jiaruo's arm, and met her eyes, her bloodshot eyes were firm and ruthless: "This road, Qing Yan has already walked ninety-nine steps, I must finish the last step for him!" ”

After speaking, he threw away Lin Jiaruo, put the paper on the table in his arms, glanced at the child who was sleeping peacefully on the couch, and strode out.

Before Lin Jiaruo could fully digest what she had just said, she saw her resolutely go out and hurriedly followed.

Lan Zijun walked into the mourning hall, knelt down in front of Shen Qingyan's coffin, kowtowed three times, got up, and said in a cold voice: "Mother, I'm going!" ”

Mrs. Shen nodded to her and replied equally coldly, "Go ahead!" ”

Lin Jiaruo followed her out of Shen's house, along the royal street, all the way to the north.

Shen Qingyan's death is not a secret, Lan Zijun, who is dressed in linen and filial piety, is particularly eye-catching when she walks on the street, not to mention, she is also followed by a board car, and I don't know what kind of small things are placed on the car, covered with linen.

All the way to the outside of the noon gate.

Lan Zijun suddenly stopped his feet, and as soon as he raised his hand, the servant transporting the cart finally lifted the linen covering the cart.

Along the way, I followed many people here one after another, all of whom were curious about the mysterious objects in the car, and finally saw the true face at this time, and exclaimed in unison.

Lin Jiaruo was also taken aback, it turned out that the car was transporting a half-human-high drum.

Lan Zijun walked to the drum with an expressionless face, picked up the drumstick with both hands, and raised it high-

"Wait a minute!" Lin Jiaruo shouted.

She ran over and snatched the drumstick in Lan Zijun's hand: "I'll help you, I have a lot of strength!" ”

After saying that, she quickly climbed onto the drum rack, picked up her arms, and exerted all her strength—

"Boom-"

The low, deep drum beat was like a wave, spreading round and round.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Lin Jiaruo knocked again and again.

General Wei died.

Shen Qingyan died.

She had a lot of sadness in her heart, many emotions that were heavier than sadness, those indescribable emotions, and this drum sounded as if it could just carry her emotions, making her more and more excited and harder she struck.

And Lan Zijun was already kneeling straight under the drum, holding the complaint in both hands, bowing his head and waiting silently.

The sound of the drums first alarmed the guards at the noon gate and asked, "Who is so bold as to dare to make noise at the noon gate?" ”

As soon as the drums stopped, Lan Zijun suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Jingzhao Shen's woman, sue Princess Xucheng, forcibly kidnap the good people, and kill the scholars!" ”

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