――Many years ago, Leng Beicheng joked with Yaya that if you leave me, I will be alone for the rest of my life. In March of that year, she went south, he went north, she said goodbye, she and he really didn't see each other again, even if it was just a chance encounter on the road, I really don't know if it's a prophecy, or if you have to taste what you want.

The spring breeze is proud.

Leng Beicheng has always been very proud. Double ten years, leaders, beautiful wives and children, popular martial arts, these are his proud capital.

He made his debut at the age of thirteen, stabbed to death the one-legged thief "Crazy Knife" in Taihang Mountain alone, talked and laughed at the age of fifteen, married Lei Xiaoya, the palm pearl of the third master of the thunder splitting mine in Jiangnan "Thunderbolt Hall", and at the age of seventeen, he even picked Feng Du "a ghost in a hole", and he was in the limelight and had no difference for a while.

Nineteen days ago, at the top of Taibai, Leng Beicheng cut off the head of the "amorous son" Hua Qiancuo with a move "lonely as snow", and pocketed the fourth magic weapon "Amorous Ring" that has been rumored in martial arts for a long time.

Divine soldiers in hand, I have the world!

Revitalizing the majesty of Liangcheng, unifying the martial arts, and dominating the world has always been the long-cherished wish of Lengbeicheng for many years.

The flowers bloom on the mo, and they can return slowly.

Leng Beicheng is like an arrow, every time he thinks of the "cod tofu soup" cooked by his wife Yaya and the hot little hands of Aiko Lengleng, he will have a warm current in his heart, and he will not realize the injuries and pain all over his body.

Home and family will always be a warm harbor and attachment for the prodigal son to heal and shelter from others.

On the cornices of the Liangcheng Gatehouse, a red silk scarf fluttered in the wind of March dusk.

Leng Beicheng's face showed a light smile, it was his wife Yaya waiting for him to return.

Lei Xiaoya, the hostess of Liangcheng, was born in a famous family, beautiful and generous, gentle and virtuous, knowledgeable, and almost all the virtues of women are concentrated in her alone;

At the beginning of the lanterns, the bright candle flame reflects the quiet "Accord" full of clear light.

The beloved "Yakiniku Knife" Kanto spirits are already warm, with an attractive amber color in the luminous glass, and the braised peanuts, fried spring leeks with eggs, cold salad with salted cabbage, corned beef jerky, and several delicate and delicious dishes are also the usual favorites of the cold northern city.

Leng Beicheng looked at his wife, Lei Xiaoya was still busy in the dim kitchen, like a bouquet of bright potted flowers, which had no color in the night, but Leng Beicheng's eyes were still firmly attracted by the beautiful silhouette, reluctant and inseparable.

Lying coldly on the small bed in the corner of the "Accord", covered with a thin quilt, he slept soundly and soundly.

Lei Xiaoya's gentle voice came from the kitchen: "I was playing in the cold day, and I had a cold, but Manager Shu had already fed him medicine, and he just fell asleep after dinner." ”

Leng Leng's health has always been bad, and the congenital "hemorrhage" makes the five-year-old Leng Leng look weaker and thinner than children of the same age. In the past few years, thanks to the careful care of Shu Zijuan, the chief manager who is proficient in medical Taoism, the cold and cold condition has not worsened.

Leng Beicheng asked casually, "Oh, Brother Shu, he's gone?"

Lei Xiaoya said softly: "Manager Shu just left, he said that there will be a thunderstorm tonight, and he has to go back to clean up the dried herbs." ”

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that Liangcheng can have today's martial arts status in just seven years, which is not unrelated to Shu Zijuan, the general manager of Liangcheng.

Shu Zijuan is a loyal and indifferent person to fame and fortune. He is a good helper, a good friend, and a good brother in Cold North City.

Shu Zijuan is not addicted to alcohol, is not greedy for sex, is not good at gambling, does not value money, regards power like dung, has no desires, and his greatest preference is to study medicine. It is said that his medical skills are no longer under his fellow brother Jin Mengzhen.

Jin Mengzhen is the chief imperial physician of the palace, a vanity fair figure who is well-versed in medical skills and greedy for power, which is exactly the opposite of the dull ambition of his younger brother Shu Zijuan.

Leng Beicheng is very glad that he can meet Shu Zijuan and have such a good friend.

In the past seven years, in order to revitalize Liangcheng, Leng Beicheng has been fighting in the east and west, if it were not for a group of hot-blooded brothers like the chief manager Shu Zijuan and the bookkeeper Wen Seventeen who lived and died together and fought side by side with him, the battle flag of Liangcheng would have collapsed under the exclusion and tilting of the major martial arts gates.

Leng Beicheng said with feeling: "I have been gone for two months, thanks to Brother Shu taking care of your mother and son at home, I invite him to have morning tea tomorrow, I want to thank him well." ”

Lei Xiaoya's eyes suddenly appeared with a strange ripple, and said, "Wait a minute, your favorite 'cod tofu soup' is about to be cooked." ”

Leng Beicheng looked at his wife's graceful silhouette, there were a few locks of filament, draped on Lei Xiaoya's cheeks, sometimes she was very patient to dial it, occasionally very impatient to put a lock, when the sleeves were raised, Hao's wrists were particularly white and beautiful, which made Leng Beicheng move from emotion to heart.

After two months of running around and tiring, and sixty days of hard work, the whole person finally relaxed at this moment.

With a successful career, a gentle and virtuous wife, and a smart and well-behaved son, what is there not to be satisfied with a man who has all this?

Cold North City has!

He has now gathered the four great divine soldiers, and he still wants to dominate the martial arts and dominate the world!

In the shadow of the candlelight, coldly and silently nested under the thin quilt, so fragile and helpless. The young father's heart couldn't help but feel pity and ache.

In the mind of the young father, Leng Leng, who was frail and sickly, had been a smart and sensible child since he was a child, and he discussed with his wife that as soon as Leng Leng's sixth birthday passed in May, he would send the child to Mr. Wen's account office to study.

Leng Beicheng hopes that Leng Leng will be a learned literati, and in the future, he will be able to be named on the gold list and glorify his ancestors, instead of chasing fame and fortune in the bloody rivers and lakes like his father, and forgetting his life and death.

The rivers and lakes are an endless nightmare. From the moment you pick up the knife, there's no turning back.

Thinking about his trip to Changbai, he hasn't been cold for two months.

With a sense of guilt, Leng Beicheng stood up and walked lovingly to the small bed where Leng was lying cold. At this time, Leng Beicheng was like the most ordinary father in the world, and even more like a famous Liangcheng city lord.

The thin, small quilt gently covered the cold mouth and nose, leaving only half of the white face and black hair exposed outside the quilt.

Leng Leng slept very soundly and died, and he didn't notice that Leng Beicheng squatted down in front of his small bed and looked at it carefully.

"What a snooze child, he must have played too hard during the day—" Leng Beicheng muttered to himself with pity in his eyes.

The cold little hand was slightly exposed outside the quilt, Leng Beicheng stretched out his hand, wanting to stuff his beloved son's exposed little hand back into the quilt, the night of March in Saibei was still a little cold.

But-

At the moment when Leng Beicheng touched Leng Leng's little hand, one of his hearts was so frightened that it almost jumped out of his mouth-

It's like the feeling of the hand he touched when he snatched the "amorous ring" from the palm of the dead body of the "amorous son" Hua Qiancuo nineteen days ago!

Trembling and stretching out his hand, Leng Beicheng tried it under a cold snort, and his head "boomed"!

Leng Beicheng couldn't believe himself, Leng Leng had no breath!

Cold, cold, dead!

- But Lei Xiaoya just said that she fell asleep coldly?!

At this time, Lei Xiaoya was still boiling soup for herself in the dim kitchen, and there was only herself and Leng Leng who had lost her life in the "Accord".

The cold little hands clenched their fingers, as if they were clutching something.

Leng Beicheng broke Leng Leng fingertips, a ball of paper in his palm, and spread it out, the crooked words on it were Leng Leng's handwriting.

Leng Beicheng was shocked, angry, painful, and hateful, his fists were clenched, his eyes showed a fierce light, the surrounding energy was agitated, and the curtains on the ground in the "Accord" were windless and automatic.

The paper ball reads:

Mother wants to kill you, the wine is poisonous!