On Chinese New Year's Eve.

The sky is not yet bright, the Jianjing City that should be sleeping soundly, there are the sound and bright light of firecrackers from time to time, such as meteors falling to the ground, the city is full of colors, and every household is guarding the New Year around the fireplace to celebrate the New Year.

The light did not shine on the deserted temple in the southeast corner of the capital.

Here is the ruins of the old palace, the ground is high and the forest is dense, at this time the stars and the moon are hidden, the north wind is like a ghost crying, and the decayed eaves are falling snow.

In the dry well of the deserted temple, there was a soft sound of wood hitting the stone wall of the dry well.

A tall figure stepped out of the decaying well, and the strong smell of blood instantly permeated the cold air.

The cold breath of snow replaced the smell of blood in his nose, and Song Guanqiong looked at the inky black, restless sky.

The north wind was blowing, and the people who had just broken free from the fight had eyes that were almost like beasts, and they couldn't suppress the heavy killing intent.

In the dry well under his feet, those carefully raised killers have been piled up into a mountain of corpses, flowing into rivers of blood, and after the corpses are cold, blood is dripping into ice.

The black clothes were clinging to the tall and sturdy body, and with the undulation of breathing, Song Guanqiong's persistent sword had already slashed the blade, and the blood glued the hand and the hilt of the sword together, and the whole person was almost fished out of the pool of blood.

The night hides everything horrible.

Thick blood slid down his face, and he could barely see the cold white complexion underneath, and a pair of eyes that were so cold that they almost lost their human taste.

The men who were waiting on the side stepped forward silently and picked up a clean cloth.

Song Guanqiong raised his hand and let go, and the identity token fell with a bang, piled up with cloth.

Those names are also stained with blood.

If you kill a few people, there will be a few signs, and you will have to send them to the palace to see.

His men wrapped up the cloth and turned and disappeared into the night.

Another person put away the rope ladder hanging down the dry well, and with a dark shadow-like guard, he filled the dry well in an orderly and silent manner. So many killers died silently in the Jianjing City of Yuan Ri and completely disappeared from this world.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, the sound of whirring wind and breathing filled the eardrums, and snowflakes flew out of the darkness for no reason and slammed on the surface of Song Guanqiong.

After the heavy snowstorm, a windproof lantern fluttered like a firefly, flickering in light and dark.

Even though Jinshan was prepared, when he saw the appearance of the son, he was still shocked by the thick murderous aura, and his heart tightened.

The warm yellow lantern illuminates the square inch, and the wet luster on the black clothes is clearly visible.

The blood soaked through the black clothes of the rhinoceros armor that cut like skin, and as soon as Da Xuefu fell, it was like a black mountain stone covered by cold snow, becoming more and more rugged, and at the foot of Song Guanqiong, a blood flower slowly surged out.

I don't know how much blood was soaked in that garment.

Tonight's heavy snow just saves the effort of cleaning up, and before dawn, it will cover all this sin cleanly.

The snow finally washed some of Song Guanqiong's face, like a plain blank with a faded color, and his facial features were like heavenly beings.

It is clearly a good skin, and it is only heart-pounding in the eyes of the near mountain.

The son of the world can indeed afford the importance of the saints, but the price is also huge.

After two years of tempering, his momentum has undergone earth-shaking changes, and tonight he used his body as bait to kill dozens of well-bred killers in the well alone, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the killing god is alive.

Jinshan swallowed his saliva and clenched the lantern before he dared to step forward, "Master, there is news from the guest house." ”

The north wind became more and more violent, and the whole world was overturned hoarsely, and after Oyama finished speaking, he was still worried that the prince would not be able to hear his voice clearly.

But Song Guanqiong heard it.

The eyelids trembled slightly, as if blowing a trace of vitality into the cold figurines, and gentleness flowed out from those eyes in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Song Guanqiong changed from the murderous god who was full of anger to the gentle and dignified son.

Finally, I can see the shadow of "gargling ice and snow, and the air is outstanding".

"Mother took her out?"

"Yes, go to Ande Temple."

The near mountain held the umbrella above the head of the prince to cover the snow, waiting for his command.

Song Guanqiong only muttered to himself, "The fireworks tonight are too noisy, disturbing her dreams, she shouldn't get up so early." ”

After that, he pushed away the hand holding the umbrella near the mountain and walked out of the deserted temple.

It was almost dawn, and Song Guanqiong did not go to Ande Temple immediately, but went to a courtyard.

There is a cold spring in the courtyard, and the cold air is thick.

took off the black rhino armor on his body, and his white body was submerged in the cold spring, and he was immersed in the cold and biting water along with the wound on his abdomen, washing away the smell of blood.

The ice water paralyzed the pain, and Song Guanqiong exhaled deeply, his abdominal muscles rose and fell, and the blood gushed faster.

Near the water did not dare to dissuade, so he could only stay outside.

It wasn't until the sky was bright and you could see the faint shadows of the distant mountains that there was a sound of getting up from the cold spring.

Shizi approached and picked up the dry clothes from the tray he was carrying.

Jinshui lowered his head more and more, and he could only see Song Guanqiong's hand in his sight, and his fingertips were all exuding a trace of coldness, not like a living person.

When he got up, the prince was already dressed in a new dress, but his face was not cold, and he was wearing a pale dark striped narrow-sleeved round-necked robe under the light blue sky.

The smell of blood on his body was also replaced by a slightly bitter medicinal smell.

Song Guanqiong did not delay any longer, and immediately got on the horse when he left the courtyard, followed by two entourage, near the mountains and near the water.

When the rooster crows, the three horses pass through the Yuguang Gate, through the three squares of Shengtong, Xinchang and Changle, and the horse's hooves step on the shallow pit of ice, and the sound of stepping on the mirror sounds.

After another Daozheng Workshop, you will go to Ande Temple, even if it is two entourages, you can feel the urgency of the prince.

It's the kind of urgency that doesn't show up on the face, but the whole mind has rushed to Ande Temple.

Several times in a row, it was near the water that reminded the prince that he should greet the officials he met by chance.

In the past, it was an omission that would not appear in the son of the world at all.

Just when they thought they were going to Ande Temple like this, Song Guanqiong grabbed the reins.

He turned the road and entered the Fang Gate of the East Market.

The gongs and drums of the opening workshop have been beating for a quarter of an hour, and the merchants from all over the world and the north of the world are full of people in the East Market, rubbing shoulders one after another, and it is still difficult for people to walk, and it is riding horses.

Jinshan really didn't understand why the prince suddenly walked around the crowded East Market and delayed the journey.

It's so narrow inside that it's hard to walk on horses, so does the prince have to prepare a temporary gift to get over? But it was clear that in Shengtongfang, he had already asked him to carry a food box from Qingfeng Building.

He was puzzled: "Shizi, since you are in a hurry, why don't you bypass the East Market?" ”

The streets outside the square are open and few people, so you can reach the Xiyue Marquis Mansion faster. Song Guanqiong only glanced at him and did not speak.

"Just follow, don't ask too much." ”

Oyama kept his mouth shut.

However, Song Guanqiong passed through the East Market, and it was really just through the East Market.

Nothing was brought with them, and the horses, as expected, were not easy to travel through, and it took more time to pass through than just three squares.

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The carriage of the Dingguo Mansion finally arrived at Ande Temple.

The monk welcomed the guest into the temple and climbed the small building next to the pulpit.

Many officials and relatives have arrived early, each seat is separated by a screen, the porcelain bottle is also inserted with a newly cut cold plum, and the Ande Temple has always been thoughtful and meticulous in entertaining officials and dependents.

Of course, the middle position was reserved for the Duchess of Dingguo, and Xia Sushuang and Xiang Jingkui were arranged in the next position.

The snow had just stopped, and the wind was especially cold.

Duchess Dingguo knew that Xiang Jingkui was coming, so she didn't say hello much, and she didn't care when she saw her and her master sitting in the corner.

Although Xiang Jingkui was born in the Hou Mansion, he rarely stayed in Jianjing and did not pay attention to the rules, but he was a little unhappy to see the Duchess of Dingguo neglecting her master like this.

She doesn't like the Duchess of Dingguo, she always feels that her eyes are above the top, except for the royal family, no one cares about her.

But who let her marry a good husband with ability, and her son has also become a weapon, and the honor of the Dingguo Mansion has allowed her to enjoy it alone.

Xia Sushuang doesn't know the rules of sitting in the seats, and she doesn't care whether her weight in the hearts of others is light or heavy.

The first time she came to such an occasion, she looked around with great interest, but it was fresh for a while, and she really didn't understand the scriptures and Buddhist verses, and she was not interested, so she slowly became lazy.

Seeing that the master didn't understand and didn't care, for the sake of the senior brother's face, Xiang Jingkui was too lazy to find the Duchess of Dingguo to provoke this stubble.

On the side of the main seat, Yang Shaolian stood behind the Yang family, but his eyes frequently looked to the side, and he didn't dare to urge Sister A to find Xia Sushuang quickly.

Such a straightforward look certainly attracted the attention of the master and apprentice.

Xiang Jingkui leaned into Xia Sushuang's ear and said, "Master, isn't that person just a disciple, why is he with the Duchess of the Kingdom?" ”

"It really is, he is." Xia Sushuang looked straight back, thinking back to the man's previous words, and felt more and more ominous in his heart.

At the moment, I can only stand still, pretending not to know.

After the host on the podium finished speaking a section of the "Great Prajna Sutra", the husband of Dingguo was empty and beckoned: "Go and invite the female master of the prince." ”

"Let's go." Yang Shaolian urged the female envoy to go over.

He couldn't wait to take a good look at Xia Sushuang's panic after knowing that he had beaten his future husband, and wanted to apologize to him.

When the time comes, I will definitely cold her and teach her to know her mistakes, and she will never dare to do it again.

As for how to apologize, Yang Shaolian looked at the beauty who was looking at this side and smiled.

"Master, that person is really ...... Extremely obscene. Xiang Jingkui came into contact with Yang Shaolian's gaze, and was so disgusted that he couldn't eat the dim sum, and he was not afraid that the female envoy who came to deliver the message would hear it.

Xia Sushuang only said: "Don't be impatient, you wait here as a teacher." ”

"Nope! I'm going with Master, and I'm here anyway, so I should go and say hello. ”

Xiang Jingkui got up with the master, and he had to go to find out.

Xia Sushuang couldn't, so she followed.

"Duchess of the Kingdom." Xia Sushuang walked to Yang's position and saluted her.

She knew that Jianjing had a lot of red tape, and these gestures had long been unfamiliar, and they were picked up in a few days.

Xiang Jingkui was bluffed by the master's momentum, this etiquette is very generous, how can she look lazy on weekdays, she is really similar to the noble girl of Jianjing.

She also saluted, "Qin Kui has seen the Duchess of Guo. ”

The Yang family wanted to pick some mistakes, but they didn't expect Xia Sushuang's etiquette to be difficult to pick and choose, it seems that this person has worked hard in order to come to Jianjing.

Yang smiled: "Don't be polite, just sit down." ”

Seeing the two of them sit down, this is also the first time that Yang has carefully looked at Xia Sushuang.

On the day she arrived at the Guogong Mansion, Yang did not show up.

A female master is not worthy of her hospitality, but she only heard the female envoy say that she was born well, and she remembered something in her heart.

There are no things inside and outside the mansion that the Yang family doesn't know, Song Guanqiong hasn't been to the guest house where Xia Sushuang lives twice in the past few days, and he hasn't visited Duonan Mountain once in the past two years since he came back from Duonan Mountain.

The superfluous worry in Yang's heart completely dissipated.

Now when I look at Xia Sushuang, I can't help but be shocked, it is clear that it is twenty-four years old, it seems to be twenty-eight Fanghua, Xie Ting Yongxue's state, and there is no trace of vulgarity in the whole body.

No wonder her younger brother wants to marry such a female martial artist as if he has lost his soul. That is, her son is respectful and polite, and does not look at the things of his appearance, but only treats him as a master.

Yang's sight is comparable to the north wind blowing on the face, and Xia Sufrost is calm.

Never drawing the sword first is Xia Sushuang's own rule, and at this moment he is only waiting for the Duchess to make a move.

After seeing people, Yang greeted: "Master Xia came all the way to Jianjing, blame me for being busy with affairs, and I didn't have time to talk until today, and I haven't asked Master Xia about this trip to Jianjing, so what's the matter?" ”

Speaking of this, Xiang Jingkui certainly had more right to speak, "Master is here to visit me and my senior brother. ”

In the past two years, although the senior brother has not returned to Duoyan Mountain once, the letter greeting the master has been once a month, and it has not changed in the past two years.

In addition to reporting her daily trivial matters and greeting the master's body, the most important thing in the letter is to ask her when she is willing to go down the mountain and visit him, but Xia Sushuang rarely replies to the letter.

Xiang Jingkui returns to Beijing every year, and Song Guanqiong will also calculate the day when she returns to the mountain, and ask her to bring a cart of gifts back to her master.

There is no such filial apprentice in the world.

However, the master never let go of the mountain, and a month ago, for some reason, he suddenly left the mountain and came to Beijing.

When they asked, Master only said it was a visit.

Now Xia Sushuang also replied to the Yang family like this: "I really miss the two juniors, and I also want to see the prosperity of Jianjing City." ”

"That's—" Yang's tone seemed a little meaningful.

Yang Shaolian, who was standing on the side, couldn't wait any longer, and shouted: "Sister......"

Something that doesn't make a difference! Yang glanced at him obliquely, and then continued to say with a smile: "I haven't had time to introduce him, this is my younger brother who is not a weapon, and now he is a supervisor in the Hundred Instruments Prison." ”

Yang Shaolian straightened his back and shouted at them with a smile: "Miss Xiang, Xia Niangzi." ”

When he smiled, his eyes and tails were gathered into dry furrows, and Xiang Jingkui frowned again and ignored him.

"Yang Jiancheng." Xia Sushuang just nodded and called.

Seeing that he didn't mention what happened on the road, he pretended that it hadn't happened.

Yang Shaolian didn't expect this beauty to know his identity, and she still looked calm and relaxed, not necessarily offending his panic, did she still want to choose a better high branch, or would his nephew help her?

Even if the name of the Hundred Weapons Prison is not good, the identity of the younger brother of the Duchess of the State is still not looked down upon by the female martial artist in front of him?

Yang Shaolian became impatient.

Yang Shi had the same thoughts, and then asked, "I don't know how many people in Master Xia's family there are, will the family be worried about going out this time?" ”

Everyone has come to live in their own homes, and it is too late for Yang to ask these questions, in fact, she has already found out about them eight years ago.

has no father, no mother, no relatives and no reason, only one master, and died two years ago.

As expected, Xia Sushuang said: "I am the only one left in the family. ”

"Then Master Xia's family affairs are in charge of his own affairs?"

Without waiting for Xia Sushuang to answer, she continued, "I heard that Master Xia is five years older than my son, and now he is also twenty-four years old, and if he is placed in my court, the children will run away, which woman doesn't want to marry early, what is the secret of Master Xia?" ”

Xia Sushuang said vaguely: "It's just that the family teacher has a saying, and you can't go down the mountain before you are old." ”

Yang didn't delve into it, and said: "It's a pity that Master Xia has no background, and he has stumbled to this age, what good can his peers have left, young...... I'm afraid I look down on it, right? ”

Whoever looks at it and who doesn't look at it, there is no need to say it explicitly.

The Yang family just wants to suppress her openly and secretly, so that she knows that she has no long things, and when she gets this family affair, she will definitely sigh for her good luck and be grateful to the Yang family.

Xiang Jingkui saw that Yang said that the master was old, where could he bear it, so he was about to open his mouth to expose the plans of the two people, but the hand under the table was held down by the master.

She looked over, and Xia Xushuang's face was calm.

She is a master, and she doesn't have to let her apprentices collide with her elders for herself.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you are the master of the prince, and it is also a good opportunity for the Guogong Mansion to do its part in your family affairs."

Yang Shaolian couldn't wait to say: "It's also a good day like Yuanri, so Sister has the heart to promote this happy event......"

Yang continued to lure him with profit: "Xia Niangzi, you are the same age as my younger brother, if it becomes a good thing in the future, it will be a family, and of course the Guogong Mansion will take care of you......"

While he was talking, the envoy walked in and said, "The prince has arrived." ”

Everyone looked back, and the people who walked into the screen were like jade mountains going up, the light reflected people, a face was born handsome, the bones were beautiful, but the complexion was a little too clean, as if they had been immersed in the snow cold and deep pool for a long time before coming out, and the lips were bright and burning.

There are people in the sight who are concerned, and there is a trace of warmth hidden under those light eyes.

It is Song Guanqiong, the son of the current Dingguo Gongshi, who came.

"Mother." Song Guanqiong greeted the Yang family.

Among all the people, only Xia Sushuang ignored his arrival, but said solemnly to the Yang family: "Don't bother the Duchess of Laoguo, Sushuang has already had a marriage contract." ”

Song Guanqiong just came, and he heard this sentence.