On the way back to the Hou Mansion, Ling Wushuang thought of the word 'Qingfeng Building', and the show fist hidden in his sleeve made a "creaking" sound.

The rivers and lakes have rules for the rivers and lakes, right?

But you shouldn't, you shouldn't 'Qingfeng Building' shouldn't provoke my Ling Wushuang's head! As soon as he remembered that he had just seen Mommy above, and left her with a serious injury, the hatred in Ling Wushuang's heart for the Great Qi Imperial Family and the two sides of Qingfeng Mansion would add a little more. Maybe she's a bit of a bull.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, Ling Wushuang understands this truth in his heart.

The problem is that Ling Wushuang herself is really a master who protects her shortcomings, and her relatives who are recognized by her and are under her wings, if someone hurts her to the point that it is just a hair, she will not sit idly by.

What will she do? This also needs to be asked, with Ling Wushuang's means, she will make the other party regret coming to this world and live in hell for the rest of her life.

"Miss, the slave maid will serve you to wash and sleep." Back in Meiyuan, Qingying glanced at the three Snow Shadows who lowered their heads and pursed their lips without speaking, and walked up behind Ling Wushuang and said.

"You four go back to your room and rest first, and leave me alone." Standing in the courtyard, looking at the crescent moon in the sky, Ling Wushuang's eyes swelled up with a little wetness, and without turning his head, he waved his hand lightly to the four shadows standing behind her, and whispered a command.

Tears are only possessed by the weak, you are the strong, it is Ling Wushuang, you know?

You have indulged yourself enough on Mingcui Mountain, put away the tears of the weak that you look down on, and face what you should face! Ling Wushuang warned himself over and over again in his heart.

Raising his head, Shengsheng forced the wetness in his eyes back to the bottom of his eyes.

No matter how strong a person is, there are times when he is vulnerable. Ling Wushuang lost her parents at a young age, so she had to know the world in advance, close the most vulnerable side of her heart, and make herself indestructible.

However, who can say when the emotional burst will be? In the face of her lost relatives, she invisibly let her vulnerable side surge out like a torrent that has poured out the floodgates.

She needs to soothe the wounds in her heart and bring herself back to life.

After listening to Ling Wushuang's words, the four shadows did not move at all, and they just stood quietly with Ling Wushuang in the courtyard.

The chirping of insects and frogs came from the corner of the courtyard and the pond outside the courtyard from time to time, as if they wanted to comfort Ling Wushuang in pain.

Ling Wushuang felt that his mood had calmed down a lot, and he took out the jade flute he was carrying with him, put it to his red lips and played it. The beautiful and poignant melody makes everyone who enters the ear sad.

'Mommy, do you hear me?' This is your and Daddy's favorite 'Liang Zhu' in your previous life. Ling Wushuang spoke silently to his mother, who had entered the kingdom of heaven.

Daddy? Mommy and she are here, so is Daddy also in this other world? As the song flowed poignantly, Ling Wushuang's thoughts became a little jumpy. But if Daddy was in another world, why didn't she hear Mommy mention it? The poignant and lingering sound of the flute continued to echo in the sky above Mei Yuan, and in Ling Wushuang's mind, she recalled the words her mother had said to her before she died.

No, Mommy didn't mention Daddy to her.

That's right, if Daddy is in this other world, how can there be a talk of Mommy marrying someone else. Ling Wushuang laughed at himself for the naïve thought just now.

How could Ling Wushuang, who was laughing at herself, know that her mother had lost the memories of her previous life, and how could she know that her mother had never met her father?

Moreover, when her mother died, she mentioned her father's land to her, but before she could finish it, she passed away with regret.

"Let's go back to sleep." Putting away Yu Xiao, Ling Wushuang turned around and said to the four shadows with an indifferent expression.

"Yes, miss."

Because Ling Wushuang was thinking about his thoughts, he ignored some of the strange changes that had just happened around the small courtyard.

That is, when her flute sounded, the sound of insects in the corner of the courtyard and the croaking of frogs in the pond outside the plum garden all stopped.

When the sound of the flute stopped, the sound of insects and frogs began to sound in unison.

Was this a coincidence, or was the jade flute that Ling Wushuang possessed really psychic?

It is not known at this time.

After freshening up, Qingying held a cup of hot tea and handed it to Ling Wushuang, "Miss, the slave maid heard that your voice was a little hoarse, you can drink tea to moisten your throat and then go to bed to rest!" ”

"Hmm." Ling Wushuang bowed his head, took off the jade flute he was carrying, and lightly placed it on the wooden table in front of him, which was already a little dilapidated.

Clinker, when she took the teacup handed over by Qingying, because she was thinking about her heart, she only heard a "snap", the teacup fell to the ground, looked at her hand, Ling Wushuang smiled bitterly in her heart: When did you become so useless? With that, the body crouched to the ground.

"Miss, your hands aren't burned, are they?" When the four shadows heard the sound, their eyes looked towards Ling Wushuang.

Seeing that Ling Wushuang was squatting down and was about to pick up the broken pieces of tea cup on the ground by himself, he stepped forward quickly with panic and asked out loud.

An accidental, Ling Wushuang's white jade-like fingertips, the broken tea cup fragments scratched a bloody wound, Qingying saw this, and hurriedly said to Hua Ying: "Hurry up and find the trauma medicine, Miss's fingertips were cut by the cup fragments." ”

Flower Shadow nodded, and turned nervously to find trauma medicine.

"It's okay, cut a little skin, and the bleeding will stop later." Ling Wushuang said as he stood up and sat down on the chair.

The Phantom then brought a broom and a dustpan and swept away the debris from the ground. Who knows, when she bent over, her upturned buttocks accidentally collided with the table legs, and in an instant, the jade flute placed on the table rolled "bonely". Seeing this scene, Ling Wushuang moved quickly, stretched out his jasper-like hand, and caught the jade flute that would roll down to the table in the next moment.

"Miss, I'm sorry! It's all to blame the slave and maid for doing things carelessly, so they can ......" Hearing the sound, the phantom's waist straightened, and when he saw his own young lady quickly catch the jade flute that rolled to the edge of the table, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and at the same time, words of annoyance came out.

Ling Wushuang stroked Xiao with his fingers, looked up and said to the phantom, "Isn't this good. ”

Suddenly, the Four Shadows shouted, "Miss, look! ”

I saw that the jade flute in Ling Wu's hands exuded a dazzling lustrous light all over her body, and Ling Wushuang herself was surrounded by this light, making her whole person look extremely holy.

The room was slightly dimly lit, but it was as bright as day.

"Miss, quick, let go, it's sucking the blood from your fingertips!"

Qingying covered his mouth with his hand, his apricot eyes widened, and he looked at Ling Wushuang in horror.

Ling Wushuang heard Qing Ying's exclamation, and his eyes looked towards the jade flute in his hand. I saw the wisps of blood seeping out of her fingertips, like rain moistening the soil, suddenly disappeared from the transparent and smooth body surface of the jade flute.

She didn't feel any pain coming from her body, so Ling Wushuang didn't hear Qingying's words and dropped the jade flute, but still quietly stared at the 'glutton' who was sucking her blood.

The dazzling light grew brighter and brighter, until it reached its limit, and then it disappeared, and the whole room instantly returned to its previous brightness and darkness.

The four shadows who were in a state of astonishment came back to their senses one by one after the dazzling light released by the jade flute disappeared for a cup of tea.

"Miss, this, this is amazing!" The four pretty girls who woke up looked at Ling Wushuang's jade flute hanging on the wall at the head of the bed and sighed.

At this time, Ling Wushuang had already laid down on the bed.

Before the Four Shadows could recover from the vision, she stripped off her clothes and rested in bed.

Glancing in the direction of the jade flute, Ling Wushuang said to the four shadows, "Didn't you say that it was psychic, maybe there really was such a thing." ”

"Slave and maid see yes." Qingying nodded.

"The slave and maid look at it too." Snow Shadow nodded.

Immediately after, Flower Shadow and Phantom nodded yes.

"Alright, you guys go back to sleep." Retracting his gaze, Ling Wushuang waved his hand at the four shadows and said.

"Yes, miss."

The Four Shadows replied.

"Early tomorrow morning, the three of you will explain what I have done to you, and tell me in detail when the time comes." As the four shadows turned to leave, Ling Wushuang's voice sounded from behind them.

"Yes."

In fact, there is no need to ask the three of them how to do things, in the past five or six days, the streets and alleys of the capital have been full of new industries under the Xingyue Palace, such and such gambling houses, and such and such restaurants...... The opening is auspicious, and the business is booming, so that the merchants in Beijing are really greedy.

Ling Wushuang was too lazy to wander the streets, so he didn't know.

However, this does not mean that she has no bottom in her heart.

Unparalleled business acumen, and then the five elders who are proficient in the world to make a move, to easily control this backward ancient business circle, is not a problem for Ling Wushuang.

In other words, tonight, not only Ling Wushuang was heartbroken because of the loss of his mother. is Jing Anhou, who is resting in the hospital, and he can't sleep.

Jing Anhou was lying on the bed, waiting to sleep, and suddenly, he suddenly felt a sudden break in his heart for no reason. Immediately afterward, he felt a bone-crushing pain in his body, especially in his heart, as if something was about to be pulled out of his blood.

Holding back this heartache for no reason, Jing Anhou got up and put on his coat, covered his chest with his hands, and went to the courtyard.

The cold moonlight adds a bit of loneliness to this courtyard that has not been inhabited for a long time.

It's been more than ten years, and the hostess of this small courtyard has been away for more than ten years!

Looking at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky, Jing'anhou's tiger eyes overflowed with a strong sense of longing.

Since the day when Ling Wushuang accused Jing Anhou in the main hall and was not worthy of her calling him a father, Jing Anhou had never gone to sleep in the courtyard of the two concubines.

"After so many years, even if you don't want me, and even resent me and hate me, don't you even forget our children?" Facing the crescent moon, Jing Anhou muttered to himself, "One day, Shuang'er will get married." It's not good for me to take the hatred that I don't understand you and get angry at Shuang'er, so that Shuang'er has never experienced father's love for more than ten years! ”

Cold tears slowly slipped down the corners of Jing Anhou's eyes and onto his handsome face, "Shuang'er is right, I don't deserve her to be called a father." If it was a competent father, how could he watch her being abandoned by King Qi and return to the house, and not make decisions for her. is a father, how can she be allowed to be married to King Lu by the emperor for the second time. ”

When the words in Jing Anhou's mouth came to this, he paused, and then he chuckled lightly, and then said to himself: "Now that the prince is undecided, maybe Shuang'er marries King Lu and can avoid being involved in a bloody storm in the future." Jing Anhou didn't know how long he had been standing in the courtyard alone, and when he thought of Ling Wushuang getting married, he moved out of the main courtyard and walked in the direction of Ling Wushuang's Mei Yuan.

The lingering and poignant sound of the flute, at this time, the wisps drifted into Jing'anhou's ears, and when he heard the flute sound, the wetness that had just been put away in the corners of Jing'anhou's eyes surged out again.

Listening to the direction from which the sound of the flute came, it seemed that it was from Mei Yuan's side, Jing Anhou's tiger eyes flashed twice, so that the moisture surging out of them was forced back to the bottom of his eyes, and then he accelerated his pace and walked towards Mei Yuan.

The closed courtyard door blocked Jing Anhou's footsteps from stepping into the inner courtyard. He stood on the path outside the Mei Garden, listening to the poignant sound of the flute clearly coming from inside, and with the ups and downs of the flute sound, the position of Jing Anhou's heart became even more painful for a while.

Does that kid not want to marry King Lu? Otherwise, how could she play such a poignant tune.

As a father, Jing Anhou felt that he was a good failure, and he didn't know anything about Ling Wushuang's talents when he grew so big, what kind of food he liked to eat, etc. The wry smile on the corner of his mouth made Jing Anhou want to slap himself twice.

'Qing'er, what do you think I should do?' Our Shuang'er seems to be unwilling to marry King Lu, but the emperor's order cannot be violated, you say, how can I help her? Jing Anhou asked his lover in his heart.

The sound of the flute stopped, and the Marquis of Jing'an turned his body, walked with difficulty, and walked to the path back to the main courtyard.

In the quiet night, the bright moonlight spread all over the ground, and Jing'an Hou walked tiredly on the moonlight, bowing his head and walking sadly.

The cold moonlight made him extremely lonely.

Entering the main courtyard, Jing Anhou did not go to the bedroom, but pushed open the door of the study.

He took out a scroll from the dark compartment on the wall and spread it out on the bookcase.

With a little cocooned fingertips, gently rubbing on the portrait of the woman on the scroll, there was an indescribable tenderness in a pair of tiger eyes, "Qing'er, Shuang'er looks like you." You haven't seen each other for more than ten years, how are you doing now? Are you going to him? Speaking of this, the corners of Jing Anhou's mouth hung up with a touch of self-deprecation, "Look at me, how did you think that you would go to him?" With your determination towards me, how could you accept a man with many women. ”

The portrait of the woman on the scroll is vivid and realistic, and her appearance is the same as that of the palace master of the Xingyue Palace.

"I remember that when I made this painting for you that year, you were just pregnant with your children, and at that time, I am afraid that you already had a grudge against me!" Looking at the woman's frowning eyebrows, Jing Anhou muttered.

"Since ancient times, the king's fate has been difficult to disobey, and as a last resort, I let the Ning family enter the mansion. As for letting the Ning family conceive a child, it was really because I didn't check it for a while that I would do this thing that I'm sorry for you. Hiding it from you is for your own good, so that you can have a good baby. Clinker, you already know, it's just waiting for the child to be successfully delivered at term before you decide to leave me! ”

Jing Anhou said with a sad expression to his wife on the painting.

He didn't know that the next moment after he turned around and left the door of Mei Yuan, a vision happened in Ling Wushuang's house.

Otherwise, he would definitely be worried about Ling Wushuang's safety, so he pushed open the door and strode into the Mei Yuan to find out.

However, he missed it, missed another opportunity to get to know Ling Wushuang.

On Mei Yuan's side, Ling Wushuang saw that the four shadows came out of their own room one after another, and after the door was closed, she sat up from the bed one by one, reached out and took the package given to her by Hui Niang on the inside of the bed, opened it gently, and found that there were three one-finger-thick books inside, looking at the color of the paper, Ling Wushuang's eyebrows were frowning together, yellowing like this, it seemed that it had been some years.

One of the books caught Ling Wushuang's attention, but the pages were already a little damaged, and it was not difficult to see that this book was often flipped, or it could be said that this book should be very old, maybe it was the only one.

Curious, Ling Wushuang picked up the book and flipped through it. Sure enough, when she opened the first page of the book, the word 'lone book' was really marked with an ink pen on the page. Looking at the color of these two words, it is obviously much darker than the other words on the page. In this regard, Ling Wushuang felt speechless, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

There are anecdotes written on the cover, just this ordinary name, or the only book in the world, it's too much of a fuss.

I thought so, but this thought didn't affect Ling Wu to continue to read it.

The anecdotes and anecdotes in the book are really far-reaching, at least there are representative anecdotes that circulated nearly a thousand years ago, recorded in it. As for the story told in it, let future generations see it, and who can tell clearly whether it is true or false.

Turning to the last page, Ling Wushuang was about to put down the book when he was given a gaze by the simple graphics sketched with a pen on the page.

After some careful identification, Ling Wushuang found that the figure displayed on this page was none other than the pair of jade flutes that she and the Fool King were holding.

The two jade pipes are drawn side by side on the page, each showing the two lines of wind and moon, which is very consistent with the pattern engraved on the jade flute in the Silly King and her hand.

After Ling Wushuang finished reading the introduction of these two jade flutes, the corners of his mouth twitched even more, why was it such a coincidence?

She casually won the jade flute in the poetry competition, and the name of "Qingfeng" and "Bright Moon" was exactly the same as what was recorded in the lone book. What Ling Wushuang didn't expect was that the jade flutes that she and the Fool King possessed were really spiritual, they were artifacts handed down from ancient times, and once they were recognized by someone who was destined to recognize the master, they could be turned into an invisible weapon that killed people under the control of the mind of someone who was destined to do so.

What made Ling Wushuang regret was that the power of the Mingyue Xiao in her hand was not as weak as ordinary compared to the power generated by the Qingfeng Xiao in the Fool King's hand.

Mingyue Xiao can only be used to resist things, and this thing still has a limited scope, in Ling Wushuang's heart, it is the pure fragmentation of this imperial object is for women to play, because Mingyue Xiao itself will not accept the powerful killing aura born from the bottom of the hearts of destined people.