A week ago.

Somewhere in the Lingfu is in the courtyard.

A woman dressed in a plain robe sat on a bed with a black wooden spiritual tablet in her arms.

There were large tear stains on her beautiful face, and there was no color in her eyes.

She sat alone for a long time.

At that moment, a man pushed the door open.

Seeing that the woman's face was sluggish, he sighed helplessly, went to the woman, sat down, and took her into his arms.

The woman had a slight reaction.

She glanced at her husband, then turned her head silently, staring blankly at the spiritual seat in her arms.

The man said softly: "Guanghua is dead, we still have glory and brilliance, if you are immersed in grief like this, they will also feel distressed?" ”

The woman's eyes regained a little color, and her expression changed, sometimes gentle, sometimes hateful, and finally said through gritted teeth:

"But Guanghua can't die in vain!"

"Keling Jiuqiu is the son of the patriarch!"

The man cried out in resentment and helplessness.

The woman's eyes changed for a while, and finally she was suddenly deflated: "Yes! We cannot disobey the orders of the patriarchs. ”

They also have two other sons, and even the eldest son has already married and had children, no matter how much he hates in his heart, he can't make any impulsive decisions.

That's when it happened.

A voice rang out outside the door.

"Jiahui is in charge, the second lady's personal maid Caiyun asks to see you."

Hearing this, the man named Ling Jiahui was stunned.

After glancing at his wife, he said aloud: "Please invite Miss Caiyun to the living room, and I will go over immediately." ”

The woman frowned, and asked in surprise: "The second lady ordered someone to come to see you at this time, could it be that she came to appease you for the sake of glory?" ”

"It shouldn't be possible."

Ling Jiahui shook his head: "The second lady is hostile to Ling Jiuqiu, and the entire Ling Mansion knows about it, how could she come to appease Ling Jiuqiu on purpose?" ”

"Borrowing my hand to suppress Ling Jiuqiu is almost the same."

After speaking, Ling Jiahui got up and went to the living room and saw the second lady's maidservant Caiyun.

"Jiahui steward, Mrs. learned of Ling Guanghua's death, she was very sorry, so she ordered me to come and give me a thousand taels of silver as a memorial."

As he spoke, Caiyun took out a silver ticket from his pocket and handed it over.

After Ling Jiahui took it, she continued: "In addition, the murderer Ling Jiuqiu is the son-in-law after all, and the patriarch can't bear to punish too much for a while, in fact, he also understands the pain of Jiahui's steward's loss of a child, so he specially asked his wife to tell Jiahui's steward that he can dispose of Ling Jiuqiu by himself." ”

Hearing this, Ling Jiahui frowned.

But without waiting for him to react, the maid Caiyun continued: "It's just that this matter must be hidden. ”

Hearing this, Ling Jiahui suddenly said coldly: "Since you know that I have just experienced the pain of losing a child, does the second lady still want to play me like this?" ”

If the patriarch really wanted to punish Ling Jiuqiu, how could he be so tactful and let the second lady send someone to tell him secretly?

Dispose of it yourself?

Acting in secrecy?

No three-year-old would believe such a statement.

The second lady's statement is simply to treat him as a fool, use him to deal with Ling Jiuqiu, and be a scapegoat by the way.

Thinking of this, the sadness and resentment in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he didn't even care about the person in front of him being the second lady's cronies, so he threw the silver ticket and envelope in his hand onto the other party, and shouted angrily:

"Get out of here!"

The maid Caiyun's face was as usual, she bent down to pick up the silver ticket and the supplif, walked over again and handed it to Ling Jiahui, and said with a smile: "Please ask the housekeeper Jiahui to see the lady's stipopy." ”

Ling Jiahui's expression was still cold, but he still took it and opened the letter.

There was only a simple line written on it: "I will send someone to find out Ling Jiuqiu's whereabouts." ”

He knew it in his heart.

The second lady's handwritten letter deliberately left him a small handle, which can be regarded as a sign of sincerity, reducing his concerns, and so that he does not have to worry about being abandoned by the second lady.

It's just that......

This handle is not big, but it is not small, at most it can only prove that the second lady is targeting Ling Jiuqiu.

Once the matter of him hurting Ling Jiuqiu is exposed, it is impossible to use this letter to involve the second lady, at most, it will only make the other party's reputation not good, and it will not have any real impact at all.

All risks are still at his own risk.

Ling Jiahui did have the intention to kill Ling Jiuqiu, but he had no guts, not to mention that he was a member of the Ling clan, not to mention that there was a large family behind him, and he couldn't allow him to be bloody.

Then.

Caiyun below pursed his lips and chuckled: "Half a year later, when the young patriarch of the White Dragon goes to the Yanlong Martial Arts Academy, he will bring a follower, and Madam said, your young son Ling Guangyao is well-behaved and diligent, and his talent is also good, but it is more suitable." ”

Ling Jiahui's eyes suddenly moved.

The Four Academies are the holy places that countless geniuses dream of, even if it is just as a follower, it is also a great opportunity for Ling Guangyao.

Merely......

If the killing of Ling Jiuqiu is exposed, what kind of fate will he face?

Ling Jiahui's eyes flickered.

On the one hand, it is a bright future.

On the one hand, he took a great risk to avenge his second son.

Eventually, his lips were dry, and he said word by word, "I want to see Madame!" ”

After saying this, his heart seemed to have been unloaded with a thousand pounds of burden, and he had made some kind of difficult decision, and his expression became firm.

……

Eternal Spring City, outside the North Gate.

Scattered pedestrians slowly walked into the city along the main road, some in groups of three or five, some alone, all holding weapons, exuding a fierce and murderous atmosphere.

Not far from the city gates, the shouts of some vendors selling tea or buying furs and other supplies are heard one after another.

It was the afternoon rush hour, and the vendors were crowded with people.

It's a hot scene.

At one of the tea stalls, a thin young man with a sharp beak and cheeks drank tea and chatted with his tablemates, pretending to be casual at the city gates.

Suddenly, his gaze was fixed for a moment.

At the gate of the city came a young man in his teens, carrying a bulging bag and a long sword, covered in blood and holes, but always calm.

It was Ling Jiuqiu who returned to the city.

The thin young man hurriedly glanced at a gray-clothed young man on the other side, and when he saw that the other party's face was straight, he turned around and left, so he drank tea as if nothing had happened.

When Ling Jiuqiu entered the city, he also got up to pay, far behind Ling Jiuqiu.

The other side.

The departing gray-clothed young man hurriedly returned to Ling's Mansion and found Ling Jiahui, who was arranging for the servants to do things.

The moment the two looked at each other, Ling Jiahui suddenly knew in his heart - Ling Jiuqiu appeared!

He arranged the matter at hand unhurriedly, and then calmly left the Ling Mansion with the gray-clothed young man.

Meanwhile.

The second lady also received the news that Ling Jiuqiu had returned to the city, and immediately showed a bright smile: "Last time, you were able to counter-kill Ling Feiyu of the True Qi Realm Triple Realm, this time, let's see if you can still counter-kill Ling Jiahui of the Sixfold True Qi Realm." ”

"Ling Jiuqiu, this time you are dead!"