Ziling stayed up all night.

Finally, I waited for the second day.

She was still wearing a wide robe, but she was solemnly tucking away her sword in her robe.

She sat in the Qinguang Hall where Wang Xun lived early, and looked coldly at the various characters in the river.

After Wang Xun became king, the dignitaries and nobles of Jizhou also ascended to heaven one after another, and became relatives of the imperial principality.

These pretentious and powerful ministers, with their intrigues and false smiles, shout out to their friends and change their glasses.

There was a lot of commotion.

In the chaos, Zi Ling saw that Luo Qianhan appeared at the door of the main hall.

He was dressed in a dark purple robe, and there was no expression on his handsome face.

He walked straight into the main hall, but he did not squint and did not greet anyone.

But the hall suddenly fell silent. It was as if Luo Qianhan's arrival had brought a cold air and froze everyone.

The chattering dignitaries were silent for a while.

It seems that Luo Qianhan's prestige makes these embroidered pillows quite jealous.

These embroidered pillows stared at Luo Qianhan with different expressions on their faces.

Luo Qianhan seemed to be very disgusted, and coldly walked to the couch closest to the main seat and sat down by himself.

Zi Ling stared at Luo Qianhan deadly, like an arrow on a string, ready to attack.

At this time, the sound of silk and bamboo sounded. The hall was suddenly silent.

It turned out that Wang Xun appeared.

The legendary tyrannical Wang Xun is so old.

Not only is he old, but he is also very weak.

It's like it's about to decay.

His hair was gray, and he was as dry as the weeds on the wall.

With his bent back, when he walks, he feels as if he is carrying a heavy mountain, which is extremely difficult.

Every few steps he took, he coughed violently. The whole body, like a dead leaf in the autumn wind, swayed, as if it was about to fall.

His face was pale, horribly thin, his eyes sunken, and his gaze was cloudy.

I don't know how such a skin can carry the ambition of dominating the Xuan Realm?

Wang Xun moved to the throne in the middle of the Qinguang Hall with difficulty with the support of several entourages, or rather, even dragged and dragged.

The skin, falling heavily on the throne, was followed by another terrible cough and wheezing.

Everyone in the main hall had different expressions when they saw this dying king. But everyone still stood up in unison and bowed respectfully and deeply: "Long live my king!"

This skin, not to say long live, is difficult to sustain even for a second, and it is difficult to raise its hand with great effort, which can be regarded as a response to this hypocritical wish.

Princess Jun stood up and said elegantly: "Ladies and gentlemen, my father has not been involved in court politics for many days, and he is quite concerned about everyone. My father has been in good health recently, so he took this opportunity to gossip with you at this family banquet. ”

At this time, several graceful maids came out with delicate tea sets and placed a red gold teacup on each guest's table.

The maid who walked to Ziling's table squeezed her eyes at Ziling, it was Biyan.

Biyan handed the teacup to Ziling. In the teacup, there is an amber liquid, which is transparent and attractive.

Princess Jun laughed coquettishly and said in a voice like a silver bell: "Everyone, this is this year's top flower tea. I made it myself, so please don't dislike it. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was immediately a sound of whiskers and horses: "Princess Jun is a master of tea making. To be able to drink the flower tea concocted by the princess herself, Sansheng is lucky. ”

When Zi Ling heard the flower tea on the other side, she couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, and remembered the days when she and Master Yuansheng tasted tea together.

She raised her head and drank the tea.

The originally sweet and sweet flower tea is extremely bitter at this time.

After drinking the flower tea, Zi Ling threw the teacup to the ground and stood up suddenly. She arched her hand towards Wang Xun and said loudly: "King Xun, please forgive the little monk for being rude." ”

Suddenly, everyone stopped tasting tea and looked at this in amazement, on this sunny day, it affected the little monk who tasted tea.

Luo Qianhan only noticed Zi Ling standing in the corner at this time.

His face was shocked and bloodless.

Wang Xun also stretched his neck, and it took a lot of effort to see Ziling clearly. He looked puzzled, and in a hoarse voice, he asked with difficulty, "Who are you?"

Wang Jun frowned, could only stand up, and said to Wang Xun: "This is Master Yuanci, a friend of his daughter, and he is a guest at his daughter's mansion." ”

Wang Xun nodded, and said with a look of no interest: "What's the matter with you?"

Zi Ling pressed the surging emotions in her heart, stared at Luo Qianhan tightly, gritted her teeth and said: "The little monk has a fate with Luo Qianhan's son, and he will not hesitate to travel thousands of miles to bring gifts to Qianhan's son." Today, I want to take advantage of the family banquet of King Xun and give the gift to the prince of Qianhan in person. ”

Wang Xun's cloudy eyes flashed, as if he was a little surprised. He tried to open his little eyes wider, and said curiously, "Okay, you can give it to him." ”

Zi Ling's face was grim and he walked towards Luo Qianhan.

From the time Zi Ling stood up, Luo Qianhan kept staring at her.

Luo Qianhan's eyes flickered, as if with a hint of fear.

His expression was cloudy, and he stopped talking.

Zi Ling suddenly felt extremely relaxed. Whether it is success or failure, it is all at this moment, and there is no need to wait for suffering.

Zi Ling Shi walked up to Luo Qianhan and smiled at him.

Luo Qianhan was still sitting on the couch, but he seemed to be restless, and even trembled slightly.

He looked up at Zi Ling, a little incoherent: "Yuan, Yuanci, what are you going to do?"

Zi Ling was silent. She slowly took out a small white clay pot from her arms and placed it in front of Luo Qianhan.

The small clay pot, pure white and flawless, shimmering.

Luo Qianhan looked surprised, and stammered and asked, "This, what is this?"

Zi Ling's face was as pale as frost, and he said coldly: "Young Master Qianhan, have you forgotten? This is my master, Master Yuansheng." ”

Luo Qianhan glanced at the white clay pot, still unclear, and said in confusion: "What do you mean?" ”

Zi Ling only felt the blood in her chest surging. She raised her voice and said sharply, "Luo Qianhan, my master, Master Yuansheng, was killed by the dragon spirit at your behest. ”

As soon as this remark came out, all four were shocked.

Luo Qianhan was also stunned for a moment, staring at Zi Ling in a daze, speechless.

Zi Ling's expression was sad, and his voice was like ice: "Master told me, don't take revenge, add to the killing." She suddenly paused, stared at Luo Qianhan, her eyes revealed a thick anger, and she said loudly like a roar: "But, I can't do it!"

With that, Zi Ling suddenly stomped her foot, jumped high, and pulled out a green long sword from her sleeve.

In the blink of an eye, Zi Ling held the green sword in his hand, fell from the sky, and stabbed towards Luo Qianhan's chest.

All the guests in the Qinguang Hall were terrified for a moment, and the screams resounded throughout the hall.

The female guests were even blindfolded, and they couldn't bear to see that Luo Qianhan was about to be splashed with blood on the spot.

However, Zi Ling immediately discovered that Ke Lijian, a few inches away from Luo Qianhan's chest, actually stopped, and could no longer advance an inch.

Zi Ling realized that Luo Qianhan really had extraordinary internal strength, and he blocked Ke Li's sword alive.

Zi Ling snorted, forcibly urged the internal force, and slapped his palm on the Ke Li sword.

I saw a blue light.

Ke Li's sword stabbed into Luo Qianhan's chest.

Zi Ling held Ke Li's sword tightly, almost in front of Luo Qianhan, and looked at him coldly.

Luo Qianhan looked down at the Ke Li Sword on his chest, a little incredible, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Then, he actually raised his head, looked at Zi Ling in front of him, and said intermittently: "Yuan, Yuanci, I didn't, I didn't kill your master." ”

"You still want to quibble!" Zi Ling was furious, raised his left palm, and struck at Luo Qianhan.

A palm hit Luo Qianhan's chest. He snorted, flew upside down, and landed heavily on the ground.

Revenge has been avenged!

Zi Ling's heart suddenly relaxed.

Zi Ling just wanted to withdraw his left palm, but suddenly felt a sharp pain that pierced his heart.

The raised left palm couldn't move.

She raised her head and looked at her left hand, and found that her left wrist had been pierced into a huge iron hook. The wrist had been pierced by an iron hook, and a terrible bloody hole appeared, gurgling with blood.

Then a sharp pain struck, and his right hand and legs were also pierced by iron hooks.

A huge iron hook attached to a wrist-thick chain.

The chain was pulled back suddenly, and Zi Ling only felt that her limbs hurt as if they were about to break. He immediately flew upside down and was pulled into the air by chains.

I saw that among the dignitaries who were still embroidered pillows just now, four people in official uniforms jumped out, and one of them held an iron chain in his hand and firmly controlled Zi Ling.

Wang Jun stood up and shouted, "This Yuanci is an assassin!