"Have you heard it?" A voice suddenly came, and a table of people next to him were talking about something.

Qing Ning let go of his hand, took a sip of tea, and lowered his eyes and listened.

"Daibei Emperor dismembered the high priest of Daibei."

"Isn't Daibei always the most important priest?"

"Oh, who knows? I heard that his body was hung at the city gate for seven days."

Qing Ning moved his hand and held the teacup a little harder. The teacup was almost broken.

However, she could not hide the anger in the woman's heart. The man who treated her best in the world ended up like this because she saved her.

"This is too cruel!"

"Oh! Otherwise, if the old priest had not pleaded with mercy, I heard that they would have to share food for others."

Hearing this, the teacup in Qingning's hand suddenly fell down and placed it heavily on the table, making a muffled "bang". The strength was so strong that the table almost fell apart.

Her eyes were already red, and tears were almost surging out. The most obvious emotion in her eyes was hatred.

Just now, every word was engraved in her heart, and it was so painful that it was almost suffocating. If Ayu, the high priest, had she not taken her out of the fire and blocked thousands of pursuers from Daibei alone for her, how could she have lived to this day?

"Your Highness, I'm sorry, Qingning is unwell today and has lost his companionship." Even his voice was trembling.

She stood up, quickly walked out of the First Pinju House, and then walked towards the Shangshu Ling Mansion.

Ayu, wait for me, I would rather not take revenge than be a human being.

The tears in my eyes fell silently...

Looking at the woman's disappearing figure, Mu Ling's eyes were slightly moved. Such eyes had been seen more than once in his childhood.

That was the helplessness and heartache forced by fate, mixed with pride of refusal to accept one's fate.

He has the fate of Tianshu. When he was young, someone said this, saying that he wanted him to kill Chi Lian Yaoji with his own hands to change his fate, otherwise he would be defeated by the world.

Is that woman who is extremely similar to him, the woman who escaped to another country who died and was chased by her biological father, really going to kill?

Even she has the courage to turn heaven and hell upside down, so how could he kill a woman for the sake of destiny?

Did her reaction just now be because of that high priest?

But, is it too similar that he will be touched by a hint of emotion?

Mu Ling, why are you nervous? He smiled in his heart, but he turned his head and looked at the direction of the woman's disappearance, thought for a moment and asked, "Yun Yang, find two words to describe her?"

"The face of a fairy, the heart of a snake and a scorpion."

"I didn't ask you to say me?" Mu Ling didn't react and asked. These two words were clearly what others have always commented on him behind his back, but the next moment he realized that the words were very suitable for Qingning.

According to his understanding, Princess Shengyang fled to Tianche, only the shelter, Shangshu Ling Mansion. If Yan Yuesheng had not been the eldest daughter of Shangshu Ling Mansion, she might have really taken the blame.

"Is Your Highness looking into her just for killing her? Do you want it..." said Yue Yunyang, a white-clothed guard, with a serious look on his face.

After all, since he was five years old, His Highness has been decisive and merciless. This time, he killed Yao Ji in public and broke the prophecy, and it would save so much trouble.

"What are you killing? Don't you think she is very interesting?" Mu Ling smiled evilly, raised his hand and took a sip of tea.

He didn't move, but he had to see how long she could live in this foreign country, and what kind of storm could a person who wanted to turn hell and heaven upside down.

Time is flying, and the end of the year is coming.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the snow fell, and it was extremely beautiful under the night view.

Qingning stood under the plum blossom tree, looked up at the falling snow, and still could not suppress the arrogance of the plum blossoms, just like her mother.

She had never seen her mother, but the emperor said that her mother had a snow-like face, a plum-like personality, and was determined and arrogant, and would rather break than bend.

If it weren't for protecting her, how could she not be alive? Even if it wasn't for herself, she would have to kill her for her, and let Dai Beihuang use his head to pay tribute to his mother's heroic spirit.

"Miss, the master sent you this." Wu Yueluo walked in with a red brocade box and handed it to her.

Could it be?

Qing Ning opened the brocade box and folded a soft red sword inside. Her eyes lit up and she pulled it out. Sure enough, it met all her requirements. The sword body was made of extremely light material. When the sword edge was put away, it could be placed on the waist as a belt. She pressed her fingers on the bulge of the hilt of the sword. The sword was immediately exposed and was straight and hard.

It is indeed a good sword. A Yu once said, "It is easy for girls to practice swords like martial arts." However, now with this sword, A Yu is no longer by his side.

Qing Ning sighed, drew his sword out of the sheath, danced with the snow, danced for the plum blossoms, danced for the mother, and danced for Ayu.

At the same time, outside the gate of the Shangshu Ling Mansion, snowflakes coated Mu Ling's black cloak with a faint white layer. Behind him was a guard in white.

He knocked on the door, and the one who came to open the door was a woman in purple, Yan Yuesheng, noble and humble.

"Your Highness has something to look for his father?" Her voice was as gentle as ever. Although she lowered her head, her eyes glanced at the man from time to time.

"It's okay, I just want to come and see the new lady in the Yan family."

When she heard this, Yan Yuesheng's face showed a hint of displeasure. She raised her hand and gently held Mu Ling's sleeve, and said coquettishly: "Your Highness, why do you have to look for her!"

Mu Ling smiled with a smile on his eyes, reached out to pull Yan Yuesheng into his arms, and the index finger of the other hand gently stroked her cheek with some evil sounds: "Of course I'm interested in her." As he spoke, Mu Ling's hand gradually moved to Yan Yuesheng's neck and suddenly appeared.

The machine ring on Mu Ling's hand was opened, and the small blade was close to Yan Yuesheng's throat. The man said in the same tone: "Please lead the way, please."

The last moment, Yan Yuesheng, who had a smile and bent his eyes, his pupils shrank, his face pale, and his lips trembled and responded: "Okay."

Mu Ling smiled slightly and let go of her, as if nothing had happened before, followed Yan Yuesheng forward. At this time, Yan Yuesheng couldn't walk without the help of his servants.

He took Mu Ling tremblingly to Qingning's residence, Yige.

Then he walked away like a life-saving incident. The rumors were indeed true. King Pingzhao was really heartless about the woman he didn't like.

The white-clothed guard Yue Yunyang looked at Yan Yuesheng who was leaving, and he lowered his head helplessly and sighed: "Oh, there is nothing we can do! Your Highness doesn't like this."

They then turned around and entered Yige.

The woman in red who danced with a sword under the snow, her soft sword incited the snowflakes to rotate around her in an orderly manner. The world of red and white mixed was at this moment, without any dust.

She gradually turned and stood up, spread her arms at the plum blossoms, and the snowflakes scattered everywhere. As the red plum blossoms were driven, she surrounded the woman in the center. The sword energy stirred her clothes and turned up a beautiful curve, like a fairy under the plum blossoms, blending with the scenery in the dark night.

This is the last move of the Tianyu Sword ___Fulu. The scattered snowflakes are always as sharp as a sword, but this time she only used half of the success, because she didn't want to destroy this beautiful scenery.

Mu Ling stood at the door, watching the woman stunningly, as if she had seen such a beautiful and different woman for the first time.

"Your Highness likes this." Yue Yunyang pulled Mu Ling's thoughts back with one sentence.

Qing Ning saw the two people at the door, landing lightly from the treetops, and took the soft sword back to his waist, overlapping with the belt.
Chapter completed!