Two black-clad assassins, a man and a woman, broke into the courtyard where He Chengqi was being held and brutally assassinated him.

Ling Yun's eyes were filled with hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you killed my brother, I will make you pay for your blood debt!" ……”

In the middle of the words, the long sword in his hand slashed, and the flying flowers and jade struck the two directly.

Seeing this, Yang Zhen shouted, "Brother Ling, let the junior brother come and help you!" As he spoke, he swung his sword and took the female assassin.

The two Assassins had been fighting fiercely for a long time, and they were already exhausted; Now he has encountered a strong enemy again, and after only a dozen rounds of fighting, he is a little invincible.

In particular, the male assassin, under the attack of Ling Yun's extremely powerful sword, was already in a hurry and full of dangers.

What's more, at this time, Ling Yun's heartache He Chengqi died tragically, and his hatred for him was to the bone, the sword was ruthless, the move was fatal, and his subordinates were merciless.

That man's martial arts were already much inferior to Ling Yun, let alone in this situation.

When the two of them fought to the sixteenth move, Lingyun one-style "Rainstorm Pear Flower Sword", three styles of nine moves and twenty-seven swords, there were swords in the sword, and there were changes in the changes, which dazzled the man, only to feel that the sword light in front of him was shining, and the tips of the swords were numerous, and he didn't know how to deal with the sword in panic.

But seeing the blood light appear, Ling Yun's long sword had already penetrated through his chest.

He screamed, his eyes widened, staring at Ling Yun with a dead eye, as if he was extremely unwilling.

Ling Yun used force in his hand and pulled out his sword. The dripping blood splashed Ling Yun's body. Then he fell slowly to the ground, tilted his head, and died of despair.

Ling Yun raised the tip of his sword and removed his face towel. This person turned out to be Zhang Weigu, the current martial artist of the Ding Mansion and a pseudonym Zhang Jin.

Ling Yun looked at him and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

However, when the female assassin saw that her companion was dead, she couldn't help but be distraught, and exclaimed: "Senior brother! ......" was distracted, and Yang Zhen's sword was also hit on his body, and he covered the wound with his hand and fell to the ground.

Yang Zhen stepped forward and picked off her face towel with the tip of his sword, this woman was Ling Boer, who was alias Ling Shan.

Lu Wenzheng looked at the assassins on the ground, one dead and one wounded, and asked Yang Zhen, "Who are they?" ”

Yang Zhen arched his hand and replied, "Lord Qiqi, they are all the martial artists of the Ding Mansion. ”

Lu Wenzheng turned his face to Ling Boer, "You were sent here by Ding Jinzhi to kill people and kill people, right?" ”

Ling Boer was silent, and didn't seem to even bother to raise her eyelids, only snorted coldly.

It's really stubborn, and there is no cure. Lu Wenzheng hooked the corners of his mouth with disdain, and said secretly in his heart.

He no longer asked, but ordered Ling Boer to be escorted down to await trial.

"No need! ......" Ling Boer suddenly laughed, the voice was poignant and long, which made people feel creepy and cold when they heard it.

Her expression was resolute, and with the force in her mouth, she had already bitten a poisonous fang, and purple-black blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

Lu Wenzheng couldn't help but be shocked, "You ......"

Limboer's bloodless face revealed a faint blue-gray color; The two desperate eyes were hollow, looking trance-like and dying.

She endured the pain, her lips trembling and muttering, "Lu Wenzheng, don't you want to ...... from my mouth Know what...... Although I am a woman, I am not humiliated ...... be killed."

Ling Yun sneered, with undisguised mockery and sarcasm on his handsome and dustless face, "You and Zhang Weigu betrayed the old master and took refuge in Tianxiao, just because you two family slaves are also worthy of saying such things?" ”

"You ......" Ling Boer's face distorted, and finally before he could say anything, he tilted his head and died of anger.

However, it was said that He Yuting was overwhelmed with grief when he learned of his son's death, and accompanied by the housekeeper He Luwei, he rushed to the Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department in a sedan chair.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he staggered forward and hugged He Chengqi's body tightly and cried bitterly.

While crying bitterly, he muttered to himself, "Qi'er, how can you just leave your father so ruthlessly?" Although you used to be a little angry, and sometimes you made your father angry, but are there any children in the world who are not? Besides, you are usually very filial......

"Now that you're gone, this is really a white-haired man sending a black-haired man, how can you make your father embarrassed? Qi'er, my Qi'er......"

Lingyun and Princess Changqing stood aside, listening to He Yuting's tearful cry, and their hearts were even more painful, and they lowered their heads in despair.

He Yuting cried for a long time, and finally stopped his grief under the persuasion and comfort of everyone.

He gently put down his son's body, stood up tremblingly, and walked in front of Lu Wenzheng step by step, his deep eyes full of resentment.

"Lu Wenzheng, Yu Gong, you are responsible for investigating this case, but you neglected your duty and caused important people to die unexpectedly, which is dereliction of duty, do you know the guilt? Speaking privately, in order to assist you in investigating the case, I handed over a good son to you, but you failed to protect him, are you worthy of me? …… Now that my son is up, you must give this palace an explanation! ”

Lu Wenzheng's face was gloomy, and he said in a sad tone: "Lord He, this government admits that he has derelict his duties, and this government will write to the saint, degrade himself to the third level, and wait for the crime to be investigated." In any case, the government must get to the bottom of this case, so as to give an explanation to the unjust souls who died of grievances, and at the same time give Lord He an explanation. ”

He Yuting's eyes were gloomy, and he said hatefully: "What you said is easy, could it be that my son died in vain?" This palace will be enlightened to the saints, please make a clear judgment! ”

After saying that, he snorted coldly, and walked away angrily.

He Chengqi's body was transported back to the Hou Ye's Mansion. The housekeeper He Lu set up a mourning hall for Zhang Luo, and arranged sacrifices to mourn.

The coffin of red sandalwood is located in the middle, the middle of the mourning hall is bleak and clear, the white gauze is solemn, and the word "lai" is shocking.

The county lord of Huanyu was full of vegetarian clothes, and she was standing in front of the spirit, describing herself as haggard, her eyes were dull, and she listened to the sobbing cries around her, but she didn't have a single tear. Mourning is greater than heart death, and now she is disheartened, and her heart is like a tree.

Her five-year-old son, He Tianci, could not understand his mother's pain and despair at this time. He was filial piety, only kneeling obediently beside his mother, staring at a pair of ignorant and dark eyes, curiously looking at the people around him with sad expressions, with a blank expression.

He Chengqi's biological mother, Yu Shi, cried and fainted several times, and was helped to the back hall by the servants.

He Yuting sat alone in the study, writing hard.

At this time, his personal relative walked in from He Zhong, and whispered in He Yuting's ear: "Master Hou, the eldest prince is back, just waiting outside, do you want to see him?" ”

He Yuting's brushstrokes paused slightly, and there was a momentary stagnation on his face, and then he nodded and said, "Okay, let him in." ”

He Zhong lowered his hand and respectfully answered "yes", turned around and went out.

Suddenly, Ling Yun walked in with a gloomy expression, and after respectfully saluting his father, he called out in a low voice, "Dad." ”

He Yuting raised his head, looked at him with blazing eyes and said: "Zhichao, you came just in time, I was about to write a book to the saint, explain the reason for the matter, and participate in Lu Wenzheng's old man's book fiercely."

"Cheng Qi can't just die so inexplicably, I want to make all the people in the Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department pay a heavy price! - Come, can you first help me see what is wrong with this excerpt, and if there are any things that need to be changed. ”

As he spoke, he handed over the unfinished letter.

Ling Yun didn't go to pick up the fold, but suddenly picked up his shirt and knelt down.

He Yuting's heart throbbed unconsciously, "Zhichao, what's wrong with you?" ”

Ling Yun said: "Dad, if you really want to blame, please punish the child first, everything is the child's fault, Lord Lu is innocent." ”

He Yuting was stunned for a moment, "What did you say?" ”

Ling Yun said: "Lord Lu gave me full responsibility for protecting Cheng Qi, but I didn't protect him well, this is my dereliction of duty, I am sorry for him!" If you want to be held responsible, it should be me and not Lord Lu, Lord Lu is just not strict in his laws, in fact, I am also responsible for him......"

Speaking of which, Ling Yun couldn't cry anymore, "Cheng Qi is my younger brother, and I had to help Lord Lu solve the case with a lot of money, but now things have become like this-

"Not only did I not protect my brother, but I also affected Lord Lu, I feel really guilty when I think about it, Dad, if you have any anger, just send it at the child, it's all my bad ......"

He Yuting's face slowly sank, "Zhichao, now, why are you still talking for Lu Wenzheng's old man?" Let me ask you again, are you still not my own son, and is your heart still on my side? ”

Ling Yun frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Dad, I think you misunderstood what I meant. The child is not biased towards anyone, or who he is talking for, the child is just talking about things. In all fairness, the main person responsible for this matter is really not Lord Lu, but someone with other intentions who is doing something in the way..."

"Don't say it! ......" He Yuting interrupted him almost angrily, and said sharply: "What are the causes and consequences of the matter, do you think your father will not count in his heart, and there is no need for you to teach me in a rambling manner!"

"I just want to ask you one thing, if there are some contradictions or conflicts between your father and Lu Wenzheng—for example, which side will you stand on in this matter, and who will your heart be more inclined towards? ……”

Ling Yun's heart couldn't help twitching in pain, thousands of thoughts were churning in his mind, his thoughts were messy, and his voice became muddy and hoarse, "Dad, you are my biological father, and Lord Lu is also kind to me like a mountain—so you and Lord Lu are equally important in the hearts of children, and there is no comparison at all!"

"It's just that in this matter, if it is dealt with fairly and reasonably, I really can't blame Lord Lu for it, so ......"

He Yuting's heart was rough, like an uncontrollable fire burning and burning, almost burning the only trace of reason and calmness in his heart.

- After talking for a long time, it seems that your heart is still on Lu Wenzheng's side! You said that after so many years, why can't you turn that bend in your head, you really disappointed your father!

The more He Yuting thought about it, the more angry he became, his face couldn't help but turn pale, his whole body trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "You...... You rebel! ……”

It is impossible to say that he raised his palm and fell hard at Ling Yun's face.