Han Shuang's face was distorted as if he was in pain, he hated, hated the puppet emperor, and hated this vast fate that had played with his life. He trembled, and slowly pulled out the waist knife that symbolized the mountain bandits, and it stands to reason that the general should wear a sword.

"Sister Chunlan-do you still have any wishes-" Han Shuang's voice, at this time, was like the gasp of a drowning person.

"The concubine is for herself, for her parents, betrayed her friends, and indirectly destroyed the family, it is for filial piety, but also for injustice, since ancient times, filial piety and righteousness are difficult to achieve, and the concubine has fallen to today, never complaining about the heavens, all cause and effect, are to blame, and may the gods and Buddhas and Bodhisattvas be the witnesses. Concubine Jing, or Zhao Chunlan, the eldest daughter of the Lord of the Worm King, although she was naked at this time, hanging her hands, and her appearance was unbearable, she still said these words clearly, she didn't seem to hear Han Shuang's voice, she said to herself, talking about the final summary of her life, and seemed to really hope that these words could stay and give inspiration to future generations: "Cooking oil with fire, there is more than enough behind you to forget to withdraw your hands, Jin Lan has become an enemy, and there is no way to turn back." It can be said that the joy and glory are just right, and the hatred of impermanence has arrived, and everything is thrown away before his eyes, and his soul is consumed. Looking at the hometown, the road is far away and the mountains are high. Therefore, I told my father and mother in my dream: My son's life has entered the Yellow Spring, and I need to retreat early!"

She cried out as she uttered these last words, and tears finally flowed from her eyes.

If you really care about your sister, you will promise your sister, don't follow that Uncle Zhao Guang, take away the wooden box that my sister carried, pinch the keyhole and turn left three times and right thirteen times, open it, there is an empty cicada treasure in it, take advantage of this moment when there is no one left or right, hurry up and take my sister's maid Pearl Er away! The empty cicada treasure is not in Pershing City, but my sister secretly chose a place when she traveled in the past, Henghai Tiegang Mountain, another royal hunting ground! There is now a lax guard, you can easily escape with Pearl, and then you don't want to be involved in any court affairs, okay, live with Pearl-you must live- In the future, if you settle down, after you have it, you will set up a tablet for Chongwangfu, and worship it from time to time every year, don't set up a tablet for your sister, sister's body, this heart, is already dirty, and if you fall into hell, you will also be a suffering lord, but you can't receive incense-" Concubine Jing said with a gasp, her voice slowly weakening.

The tetanus toxin had already entered her heart, and she was suffering from heart failure.

"Pearl, why her?!" Han Shuang seemed to glance at Pearl Er lying on the ground, from beginning to end, this woman fluctuated step by step, Han Shuang didn't seem to know why, and suddenly felt that the air around her was very cold and heavy, as if there was some great disaster or pathos, which was shrouding her.

"She has always been with her sister, although she is a maid, but her sister has long regarded her as her own sister, she entered the palace with her sister, but she has never touched a man, and she has also been harmed by her sister in this life...... My sister is sorry for her, but she has saved her sister's life several times in the palace, and my sister can only entrust her to you now...... Her appearance is also excellent, and she is only selected to participate alone, but I am afraid that she can also enter the palace...... Sister doesn't need you to save Zhao Yuheng, because my sister probably knows that you are not capable of doing this at all, and Chongwangfu can't contain him, let alone you...... Sister only hopes that you and Pearl can leave a tablet for Chongwang's Mansion in the world, at least in the future, someone can sweep the old lady's grave with a copper plate in a flower shop...... Uhh Her face quickly turned pale, and her figure quickly slumped, turning into a frustrated body with her hands hanging backwards. Han Shuang seemed to be shocked, quickly cut the rope with a knife, helped her to lean on the straw mat, reached out to probe her nose, and knew that everything was irretrievable.

Without a breath of air, she had died of torture, humiliation, pain and illness.

"Sister Chunlan-mother-" Han Shuang sat on the ground as if she had collapsed, her eyes were blank, and the moment her family revenge was avenged, there was only sadness.

He sat in a daze for a while, then suddenly jumped up like an electric shock, threw the knife, and quickly helped Pearl up, and saw only the quiet and calm face of a girl who committed suicide by poisoning.

From the black blood stains flowing from the corners of her mouth, it could be seen that it was a real raw poison. Han Shuang didn't seem to know how she hid this poison, or which of her subordinates who sympathized with her and secretly sent it.

Han Shuang fell on the straw mat as if looking up to the sky, feeling that his life had been completely and completely destroyed. At this time, he looked at the beams of this temporary "home", feeling strange and terrifying, as if this was not the spiritual sustenance that he had tried to put together after he survived, but a haunted house that had been abandoned for thousands of years. He suddenly found that he had no roots, and he had a sense of indifference and alienation from everything in this world, and he was only from today, from now, from the moment he found out that Pearl had committed suicide for her master, and he really-

One! None!

Now he doesn't even have faith, he doesn't even have his life-

He stood up, his movements stiff like a zombie, or rather he was just a walking corpse. "Revenge!" his voice sounded flat, mechanical, hollow in the bedroom, like a battle order from the Lord of the Dead. At this moment, what he thinks of is not to avenge himself and his family, but to seek justice for this poor pair of master and servants!

At this time, he transferred all the causes of his resentment and sorrow to the Spirit Emperor, which is true, because without the Spirit Emperor, none of this could have happened!

"Revenge!" he repeated, throwing down the scabbard at his waist and pulling out a roll of human skin, Mordal's back skin, from his sleeve.

The human skin was painted with a set of secret techniques with the blood of the eunuch, the secret technique of the bloodline, Han Shuang seemed to carefully read the secret technique, then placed the bodies of the two women together, bowed respectfully three times, and then cruelly pulled out the backbones of the two of them.

Bloodline Secret Technique: Sword of the King.

【Southern Pershing City, Chongwangfu Xiaoxiang Pavilion】

Seeing everything thrown away, and the soul of Fang was consumed, in the last second of Concubine Jing's life, she also hoped that she could become an indispersible ghost, and quickly flew over dozens of miles to Chongwang's mansion, telling everything she saw and thought to Chongwangye, Mrs. Wang, warning them that the mansion was about to fall into danger, and advised them to retreat and withdraw as soon as possible, to get out of the treacherous political whirlpool of Pershing City, even if they left behind the palace and the hundred gardens, they had to flee and escape from the quarrel and extermination disaster that was about to envelop them.

However, she couldn't do it, because she wasn't a necromancer who was proficient in soul spells, nor was she a person valued by the Purple Wind Idler or any other Void Evil Spirit, let alone a user of the Heavenly Crystal Palace, she was just an ordinary woman with the title of concubine, even if she had some Gang Feng's power, it was only Pei Yuan's realm.

The moment he consumed his soul, the Chongwang Mansion was recovering from the night terror last night, the emperor's reward had just been delivered, and Chen Youshi's divine weapon also happened to emit a pillar of light at the same time.

All this happened at about the same time, at this time, even if thousands of gold were stolen, it still couldn't hurt the roots, it was still in Pershing City, ranking second only to the true king, the third largest prince's mansion of the king, and even after the fourth thirty, because of the abdication of the old true king, the first position was given to the king, and the Chongwang Mansion became a huge palace that was only the runner-up.

It was really a blazing fire, and it was extremely rich and prosperous in the world. The huge garden left for Concubine Jing became a rare paradise in Pershing City, and ironically, the real owner of the garden died at this moment, and died extremely desolate.

Xi Ronghua is just right, and impermanence has not yet arrived at this time. In the Hundred Gardens, in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Lin Xuanchen was laboriously carrying the crying tired Long Qian'er to the bed, and that posture was like a soft little girl holding a huge doll pillow.

"Sister Qian'er is so heavy!" Lin Xuanchen said a little coquettishly, Long Qian'er had calmed down at this time, but she was still sad, her originally delicate little face was wrinkled, and she sobbed from time to time.

"Sister Lin, what do you say I should do? I, I'...... I'm really penniless now!" Long Qian'er said, and was about to cry again, Lin Xuanchen dragged her to the bed, and lay her flat like a toy, and a pair of small hands gently held Long Qian'er's cheeks that were red from crying. Lin Xuanchen was also a little hypocritical at this time, as a master of distraction, he could pick up Long Qian'er with just one hand, but he just wanted to put away his magic skills and make himself sweat, this kind of style is not a kind of wordless comfort.

"What else can I do? Just stay in the courtyard? Since you are already penniless, can you still think about going out?" Lin Xuanchen deliberately blinked his big beautiful eyes in confusion, and asked rhetorically: "You are in the palace, is there still a place to spend money?

"No, I'm going to make up for my family...... This month will definitely not be able to make up for it......" Long Qian'er's voice fell: "I don't dare to write to my family to say it-I really don't know what they will think!"

"If it's only for a month, I can help you think of a way? The so-called marrying a man and marrying a man, dressing and eating, I don't have it myself, it's okay to borrow a little from Brother Yinchen, anyway, my whole person will be his in the future...... How much do you send home each month?"

"About seventy taels of silver...... I do some female celebrities here, I can earn a little more, and I send it back together with the monthly list, and I probably don't leave anything...... In the palace, food and clothing are much better than at home. ”

"Seventy taels?" Lin Xuanchen was taken aback when he heard this number. Seeing this, Long Qian'er hurriedly explained: "You don't need so much! Fifty or sixty taels is enough! Good sister, if you don't have it, then twenty taels or thirty taels will be done, and I am borrowing some from others with a cheeky face......

Lin Xuanchen waved her hand to prevent her from saying more, and then pointed to Angelina, who was foaming at the door and telling Zijuan about her heroic deeds: "Do you know how much money she can get every month?"

"She?" Long Qian'er tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Are they first-class or second-class?" If you are first-class, forty taels of silver per month is certain, and second-class is only twenty taels, that is, two thousand copper plates. ”

"No, they were sent by my aunt, and my aunt had already followed Brother Yinchen, so their monthly money was paid by Brother Yinchen, and if they didn't take a penny from the palace, she should be Angelina or Angel, and I can't tell the difference, the monthly case is one or two gold per month!"

"!!" Long Qian'er gasped.

"Three people are three taels of gold. Lin Xuanchen stood up lightly and walked to the middle of the room: "It's not that I show off my wealth, it's that I have never used silver since I was a child, and you also know that this hundred gardens were actually built with my dowry, but in the end they didn't belong to me, I was just fortunate that God was uneven, and I had a good home, Brother Yinchen, I never used silver when paying the bills, and I rarely even took out broken gold coins......! After she finished speaking, she shouted outside the house: "Zijuan!"

Zijuan hurriedly came in: "What do you want the girl to order?"

"Take some gold, go out, and exchange it for one hundred and forty taels of silver, and give it to Sister Long Qian'er. ”

"Yes!" Zijuan didn't ask why, or she didn't know why she could ask herself, but turned around and took out two bright and heavy gold bars from a certain drawer, and walked out, from beginning to end, she didn't say a word, because she felt that it was completely unnecessary, just one or two halves of gold, this little money, maybe the girl would give it to someone one day.

Zijuan's life and Lin Xuanchen's life are all gold standards, that is, they only consume gold, and never use silver dollars and copper plates, while silver dust is the light standard, and he uses light tools as money, and gold, silver, copper and iron are more refining materials for him, not money at all. To install wires on satellites, several tons of silver were consumed by him at will, do you care?

"Sister Lin!!" Long Qian'er was so anxious that her face turned red: "You are going to ...... Tell me clearly?"

"I didn't plan to let you pay it back, if it's seventy taels of gold, I might hesitate, silver?"

"Then I can't ask for this money!" Long Qian'er said stubbornly: "I can't take it for nothing...... How about the ten periods of two gross profits?"

"Which of us is with whom, and we still need this?" Lin Xuanchen turned around and came back, threw himself on the bed all of a sudden, and rubbed Long Qian'er's little face vigorously: "You don't plan to recognize this sister, do you?......?"

"No, I ......"

"I'm sincere to you anyway, if you change to someone else, I'm afraid that I won't give a son, you can't, you are my favorite and closest sister in this palace, right?"

"However, I once talked back to my sister, and said that the little students in the troupe are like Sister Lin, don't these sisters care?" Long Qian'er's voice was low and glutinous, and some tears had welled up in her eyes, bright and soft, just like her weak heart under her bold appearance.