Chapter 416, A Breath
He stared blankly at the same red ribbon on his wrist, his eyes sour, and he quickly covered his mouth.
They.
They are his parents!!!
Ci Mang suddenly looked at the corner of the three people, and his ears moved, "What's the sound?"
Someone immediately went to check.
The three people carefully dodged, leaving them with nothing.
"Reporting to the leader, there is nothing." The dead man said.
Ci Mang then retracted his gaze and asked the deputy leader, "How is that woman now?"
The deputy leader knew that he was asking about Yan Xiurong.
"At first she cried and made a fuss, and kept running away. In the past few years, she has been much more obedient, staying in the yard, either embroidering or arranging some flowers and plants. The Duke came to see her a few times, and she was also very cold to the Duke." The deputy leader replied.
"Hmph, it doesn't matter if she is cold to Duke Yan, as long as she is useful to us, watch her carefully and don't take it lightly. The last time Duke Yan plotted to harm Concubine Xian and the Queen, it was to use the imperial power to force us to hand over Yan Xiurong and choose her to be the Queen. This old fox will do anything for his daughter, you have to keep a close eye on her." Ci Mang said.
"Yes."
A dark light flashed in the eyes of the deputy leader.
After Ci Mang left, he went straight to the place where Yan Xiurong was imprisoned, raised his hand to dismiss several assassins, and walked into the house.
Inside the house, a woman with a calm face was sitting by the window quietly embroidering.
The flowers on the handkerchief were lifelike and full of vitality.
But her eyes were empty, numb, and even indifferent.
Hearing the familiar footsteps, Yan Xiurong turned her head stiffly, the numb expression on her face sank, and she smiled.
"Uncle Qi."
Uncle Qi also wiped away the cold expression just now, and his face softened a little, "Miss, the Lord of Donglin will come to Beijing next month. You have worked hard to stay here for many years. I will discuss with the Duke at the end of the month and send you away first."
The people of Donglin have been planning for twenty years, hiding thousands of elites, just to be able to cooperate internally and externally next month to swallow Daxia.
Duke Yan is their chess piece. They want to use Duke Yan's territory and Duke Yan's heirloom.
But they can't swallow the old Duke Yan's anger of protecting the late emperor and killing thousands of Donglin's death warriors, so they extend their poisonous hands to Duke Yan's wife.
Now, in order to repay the Duke's kindness of adoption, the adopted daughter is willing to take the place of the Duke's biological blood, guard here for many years, and is willing to become a handle for the Donglin people to capture the Duke. Uncle Qi is deeply moved.
"Uncle Qi, how can we retreat now? They all know that Dad loves his wife as much as his life, and the children left by his wife are naturally treasured. They will definitely keep a close eye on me at the last moment to capture Dad. I have already prepared to go to that step, and I will not run away."
Yan Xiurong's face is firm and fearless.
Since she came here, she never thought that her life would be her own.
As a baby girl, she should have died in Hezhou in 20 years. It was Duke Yan who rescued her and raised her as his own daughter.
Ever since she knew the pain in her father's heart, she stood up without hesitation and was willing to become a handle for the Donglin people to take advantage of her father.
She was waiting for the day when the Donglin people would catch her and take her away after her father made his move, and finally found out that she was not his biological blood, so that her father could take action without any worries.
She had already made preparations, and there was no reason to retreat at the critical moment.
"Miss, the assassins here are all the remnants of the assassination of the previous emperor 20 years ago. In order to make plans, the Donglin people bought and captured our daughters of Daxia to help them expand. Now the younger assassins are almost all of mixed blood from the two countries. I have been lurking here for many years and have already cultivated a group of forces belonging to me. You don't have to sacrifice them."
Qi Bo advised.
"They do this to ensure that half of these people have Donglin blood, so that they are completely loyal to Donglin. Qi Bo, no matter how powerful you are, you can't control people's hearts. In order to be on the safe side and ensure that Dad's things go smoothly, I can't leave."
Yan Xiurong put down the embroidery in her hand, and the embroidery needle pierced out of the window, and actually inserted it directly into the pillar outside the courtyard, penetrating eight points into the wood.
It can be seen that her internal strength is not bad.
Qi Bo was slightly surprised.
In the past few years, whenever Duke Yan came here to visit, he would ask someone to teach the young lady a few moves, and then use the heirloom to improve her internal strength .
The young lady also hid in this yard, practicing martial arts without people's knowledge. Over time, her kung fu was quite good.
But Qi Bo did not expect that she had secretly grown to this point, and her internal strength was not inferior to his.
In this way, he would not have to worry that the young lady could not protect herself.
"Don't worry, Qi Bo, I will not hold you back. If I can escape at that time, I will not hesitate." Yan Xiurong said.
Qi Bo nodded, his eyes slightly sour.
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The three invisible people followed Wan Qu Qianye and his wife into the house.
This is a very simple room, with only a bed, a table, and nothing else.
Perhaps the couple needs a separate room, so as not to live in a large dorm like other people.
"My husband, I'm afraid we won't be able to come back this time." Qianye said coldly as she took out the box from the bed.
As death warriors, they no longer knew how to express their emotions.
Even as a couple, even at this critical moment, the tone of their conversation was still cold.
She took out the box, and inside was a painting.
Slowly unfolding, a pretty child with crooked eyebrows and eyes, with a red ribbon tied on his hands, smiled at them.
This was the emotional sustenance of the couple for many years, as if when they saw this painting, their faces would be moved and smiles would appear.
"This is the fate of death warriors." Wan Qu said expressionlessly.
When he saw the painting, there was some emotion in his eyes.
"We did the right thing by sending the child away, but we don't know how he is doing now. We have held on until now just to see him again. What a pity."
They are just waiting with this breath. They
hope to see the child one day.
This mission will end in death, and they are afraid that they will never be able to wait any longer.
People who cannot have emotions now rely entirely on obsession and emotions to support them.
The couple hugged each other, their movements were sad, they looked at the portrait stiffly, but did not shed a single tear.
It seemed that too much time had passed, and their hands and feet were so cold that they could hardly control their body movements.
Liu Zixing's eyes were red, and he was about to step forward, but was stopped by Xia Wanwan.
Zixing looked down at his sister, his little mouth was tightly shut, and he was trying hard not to cry.
Xia Wanwan pointed outside the door, it was Ci Mang who was waiting for them to go out together.
Taoist Qianyun was right next to Ci Mang, looking at him with gritted teeth, waving his hands with his teeth bared, jumping beside him, and stabbing him in the air, trying to stab Ci Mang to death.
Taoist Qianyun: Damn you bastard, you are the one who stabbed me with a knife! wωω.ξìйgyuＴxt.иeΤ
Xia Wanwan slowly released spiritual power from her fingertips, creating a barrier that blocked out all the noise and movement outside.
"Go."
Xia Wanwan tore off the invisibility charm on Brother Zixing's body.