“Clang clang——!”

Beside Concubine Zhao Ling, her childhood sweetheart cried out in grief after losing him.

The sound of the sword spreads from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

With the girl with autumn eyes and her childhood sweetheart as the center, within a radius of dozens of miles, no matter it was the sword brought here from Taiqing Mansion by Zi Qi and her childhood sweetheart's innate magical powers, or the swords on the waists of the Crescent Moon Girl and the Dali Imperial Guards on the mountains and hills.

Whether with an owner or not, the swords were trembling and ringing, and were on the verge of collapsing sadly.

Yes, where is her husband?

A sad question shook the hearts of everyone in the audience.

The purple mist all over the mountain and the flowing clouds within a radius of dozens of miles were all shattered by the invisible sword energy.

Then all the onlookers regained their vision on the high platform halfway up the mountain and saw clearly the scene above.

At this time, the crowd on the stage had already dispersed, leaving only a few figures in the empty space.

A silent, thin middle-aged scholar.

The little emperor with a dazed expression.

A second-class warrior dressed in green and a pretty girl holding a sword with a cold expression.

At this moment, facing the tall woman who suddenly appeared in front of them, the two men both lowered their heads and remained silent.

Dare not look at her.

Finally, there is the tragic woman who makes people unable to take their eyes off her as soon as she appears.

Her aura is simply too strong.

He was wearing a snow-white sword suit, which was exclusive to the top geniuses of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion. The cuffs were inlaid with noble gold-rimmed sword patterns, with a faint purple aura on them.

On her waist, which was as slender as a woman's, there was a flawless black jade plate and a purple gold token, which were the source of the crisp jingling sounds just now.

Above her shoulder, a small hiltless sword surrounded by purple air was quietly floating, wantonly emitting a powerful high-level aura that oppressed all the swords in the venue. This was a crushing defeat in terms of level.

The woman had cold autumn eyes, a delicate oval face, a pointed chin, lovely pink lips, and a charming teardrop mole on her left eye...

A very beautiful face.

She was just like the noble and aloof goddess of the Nine Heavens Cold Palace in the mythology of Lidi. At first glance, she gave people the feeling that she was something to be admired from afar and not to be touched...

If it ended here, then this moment's appearance would already be extremely dazzling.

However, what made everyone on the field astonished, ashamed and even more heartbroken was that this "cold and lonely goddess" who seemed to be Mr. Zhao's beloved wife, now had tears in her eyes and tear marks all over her pretty face.

After asking this question, she looked at Zhao Qian'er and the other person who were lowering their heads in disbelief. Her lips were soft and her breasts were heaving. She couldn't utter a word between her gasps for breath. It seemed that her shaky body would completely fall over in the next second.

This is the heartbreak of a woman whose heart is in extreme pain.

Her appearance made people feel extremely distressed. She was a bit like the empress dowager who cried bitterly after the death of the late emperor of Dali, except that she lacked the pure white mourning clothes...

This pretty lady who is crying in sadness seems to have a unique temperament, a breathtaking and unique beauty that makes people who see her look sideways and tremble with fear.

However, at this time and place, those who had the 'sword hanging' between their brows did not dare to look any longer, for fear that the sad woman who appeared like a goddess on the high platform would indiscriminately hand over the sword if she was unhappy.

Didn’t you see that the second-rank warrior who suppressed the whole scene not long ago lowered his hands respectfully in front of her?

On the high platform, the atmosphere suddenly became depressing because of the arrival of Concubine Zhao Ling.

Concubine Zhao Ling did not look at the other people in the audience, nor did she look at Li Bai who was taking eight steps to the second rank.

She held the 'Third Letter from Dali' in her hand and stared at Zhao Qian'er with her red and swollen eyes.

Xiao Qian'er lowered her head and whispered a few words.

She actually didn't expect the young lady to come so quickly.

Not long ago, after she was teleported out by Brother Rong'er at the cost of his life, Xiao Qian'er did two things at the first moment. One was to contact Uncle Xiaobai, and the other was to use the extremely urgent flying sword to send a letter to the young lady.

Originally, she guessed that since the distance was so far, after the young lady received the notification from the Post Office and she rushed over after receiving the letter, she would have to arrive at Jiyue Mountain at night.

But……

Xiao Qian'er and Li Bai had previously learned about the whereabouts of this traitor through Zhang Huizhi's son. They did not expect that he actually came to participate in the grand ceremony held in Li Ting to celebrate the Fengshan ceremony.

The Fengshan Ceremony was led and successfully held by Rong Erge, and Zhang Huizhi actually had the nerve to come!

However, Xiao Qian'er did not let her anger and hatred bury her rationality. On the contrary, she became calmer.

She and Li Bai observed from afar and did not spot Rong Erge and the disfigured old scholar next to Zhang Huizhi on the high platform.

So Xiao Qian'er decided to climb the mountain slowly from the foot of the mountain with Uncle Xiaobai.

She suspected that what Zhang Huizhi did was the result of the collusion of those who left the court and were present, the secret participation of those whose interests were harmed by Rong Erge, or the direct secret support of ungrateful people like the Queen Mother Dali.

She won't let any of them go and will catch them all.

After experiencing betrayal with Brother Rong'er, Xiao Qian'er no longer trusted anyone here, not even Su Qingdai.

Right now, Xiao Qian'er and Uncle Xiao Bai are approaching Zhang Huizhi step by step, and gradually intimidating everyone in Jiyue Mountain, trying to break down Zhang Huizhi's psychological defenses bit by bit.

We must let him know that no one can save him at this moment, not even the Dali royal family, to which he is extremely loyal. This is a heart-breaking act.

At the same time, Xiao Qian'er had another purpose. She wanted to give Zhang Huizhi time to react and call for help.

It could be an accomplice present, or it could be the disfigured old scholar who is nowhere to be found. Uncle Xiaobai will kill every one who comes, until he finds out where Brother Rong'er is going.

What? You asked her if she was not in a hurry to walk up the stairs so slowly? Aren't you afraid that Zhao Rong might get into trouble during this time? Missing the last rescue time.

Xiao Qian'er smiled sadly in her heart.

From the moment he threw away his last chance to escape and gave her all the "One Thousand Miles", and stayed alone in the bamboo courtyard to face an old monster in the Jindan realm, the ending was almost certain.

Because she was bringing Uncle Xiaobai back, even though she was in a hurry, a cup of tea had already passed.

For a Jindan realm cultivator, there are only three possible outcomes for Brother Rong'er.

One is to die directly in the hospital.

One is that he was taken to another unknown place, where death also awaited him.

The last possibility, which also made Xiao Qian'er pray and hope for the best, was that the disfigured old scholar and the people behind him did not kill Brother Rong'er immediately.

Instead, he kept it in his hand to threaten her or as bait to lure her and the young lady into the trap.

Especially after Xiao Qian'er and Li Bai inspected the bamboo courtyard, the latter came to the conclusion that Zhao Rong did not die in the courtyard but was seriously injured and went somewhere else.

He is not dead.

These four simple words, which are also the third possibility, have become the only hope that supports Xiao Qian'er to keep her will steady and not break down and cry.

Even now, this flame of hope seems extremely weak.

Then, no matter which of the above possibilities is true.

In the time it took her to summon Uncle Xiaobai to come over in a hurry, Brother Rong'er's fate had already been settled.

It could be said that his most dangerous phase had passed...or it could be said that he had already died.

So now their eagerness to race against time is no longer meaningful, but...

If he's alive, I want to see him in person. If he's dead, I want to see his body.

…

The girl's smile was miserable, and her heart was as broken as if it were half dead.

At this moment, Zhao Qian'er whispered to the young lady the whole story, the current situation, and her actions in the simplest language with trembling voice.

"I'm sorry, Miss. It's Qian'er's fault for not being able to protect Brother Rong'er and bring him back... and... and... and Qian'er is just a burden. If it wasn't for saving me... he wouldn't have fallen into danger..."

The girl holding the Thunder Sword lowered her head and bit her lips tightly to prevent the tears from falling.

But the trembling and crying in his voice could not be suppressed.

Zhao Lingfei's body was trembling. Looking at the girl who was looking down in front of her, she suddenly raised her hand, her palm paused in the air, her slender five fingers bent and trembling slightly, as if she was about to throw it down in the next moment.

Xiao Qian'er raised her pale little face hard.

Li Bai looked down at his toes and pursed his lips.

However, after a few breaths, Concubine Zhao Ling raised her hand but then slowly put it down tremblingly, closed her eyes and turned her head away, not looking at her.

"You don't have to say sorry to me... the person you owe it to... is not me."

Xiao Qian'er's face turned even paler, and her already strong body began to shake.

“Miss…Miss!” She reached out and hurriedly grabbed Zhao Lingfei’s arm, “Hit me…Hit me hard!”

Zhao Lingfei took a deep breath and said, "If you want to apologize, go tell Brother Rong'er later."

He won't die!

She pulled her hand out and opened her eyes at the same time. This time, Zhao Lingfei's temperament changed completely! She was no longer the panicked and haggard look of the distraught and jealous woman just now.

The autumn-eyed woman calmed down completely.

She was not a weak and helpless woman, but she had always been an exception to him...

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes first stared straight at the familiar sword in Li Bai's arms.

This sword, which had been "opened" not long ago, trembled and groaned, but...

After a moment, the sword became quiet again.

Zhao Lingfei suppressed the special sword energy in her body, then she looked away and did not look at Xiao Qian'er.

But.

A cold look swept across the entire place.

Everyone whose eyes met hers trembled in their hearts, and no one dared to look at her for more than a breath.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked around, and at one point her gaze lingered on Dugu Chanyi, who was hesitating on the steps not far away.

The latter also noticed it, and while avoiding eye contact, he smiled gently and showed goodwill.

But what outsiders don’t know is that Dugu Chanyi’s heart is a bit complicated at this time...

She couldn't help but observe with her peripheral vision Concubine Zhao Ling and the high-ranking childhood sweetheart on her shoulder that made her a little nervous.

This is...your wife?

Unlike the people below the stage and his queen mother on the steps, Li Wangque on the platform was much bolder. He looked at Zhao Lingfei, Xiao Qian'er and the others with some curiosity.

In fact, he was quite timid, but for some reason, Li Wangque was not afraid of anything and anyone related to Mr. Zhao, whom he was close to. Instead, he felt curious and close to him.

At this moment, he was confused and couldn't help but feel admiration and envy in his heart.

Well, he is worthy of being Mr. Zhao, to be able to marry such a beautiful fairy sister into his room, and besides, there are so many peach blossoms outside, and he also took in Fairy Su and others when he came to Dali...

Concubine Zhao Lingfei had no idea of ​​the young man's romantic thoughts at the moment. Her pretty face was as cold as ice. After looking around, she saw that no one dared to step forward. She passed over the little-known Li Wangque and finally fell on Zhang Huizhi.

At the same time, in the entire audience swept by Zhao Lingfei's eyes, the tips of the flying swords floating in front of the eyebrows of all the people tilted, and no longer pointed directly at them with murderous intent.

All the flying swords floated up to ten feet above everyone's heads and waited.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They were not stupid and now they seemed to understand something.

All eyes followed Zhao Lingfei's gaze and focused on Zhang Huizhi, who had remained silent from beginning to end...

The atmosphere became solemn.

Dugu Chanyi also began to frown slightly as she looked at that place. Mu Jin came to her at this time and wanted to support her, but was brushed away by Dugu Chanyi.

The Queen Mother Dali covered her heart with her hand and winked at Li Wangque, who was sandwiched between Zhao Lingfei, Xiao Qian'er and Zhang Hui.

The latter hesitated...

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at Zhang Huizhi for a while and finally spoke.

"He is my husband."

It was a very strange opening statement. The silent Zhang Huizhi looked up at her and nodded.

Zhao Lingfei continued to stare at him and said calmly: "He may have told you about me. He and Qian'er were childhood sweethearts and grew up together..."

The woman with autumn eyes smiled as if she was thinking of something beautiful.

In the autumn breeze, she tucked a few strands of black hair behind her ears and nodded as if to herself, "When he mentioned me in front of outsiders, did he always praise me overtly or covertly, saying that I was gentle and virtuous, generous and considerate, and that I was good at managing the household, good at needlework, and that I was a Confucian wife who followed the commandments for women and observed the four virtues."

When Zhang Huizhi heard this, he recalled the words of the young Confucian scholar who whispered "I will not let you down" after drinking.

When he mentioned the two wives in his family, he leaned back slightly, speaking with a proud and confident tone. But after the second wife behind him nodded in satisfaction and went to the kitchen with her hands behind her back, the young scholar who had been staring at him blinked, coughed a few times, and covered his mouth with his hands and said a few sly words...

Zhang Huizhi looked back in the direction of the bamboo courtyard and nodded.

Concubine Zhao Ling also nodded and spoke quietly.

"Fake."

She shook her head and said seriously, "I am not, because you will know soon."

“…”

“…”

The atmosphere on the field suddenly froze because of the woman's denial.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't seem to notice, and stared at Zhang Huizhi without moving:

"I heard from Qian'er that your husband had previously considered you his brother and friend, and wanted to establish friendship between our two families. So, I, as your younger sister, will ask Mr. Zhang one last question..."

"Where is my husband?"

Zhang Huizhi was silent for a while, shook his head, and said hoarsely: "I don't know where he is now."

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded, surprisingly calm.

Zhang Huizhi closed his eyes and swallowed his saliva, his throat dry as he said, "I was definitely wrong about what happened in the yard..."

Zhao Lingfei suddenly spoke up: "That innocent boy who told Qian'er your location, you were the one who told him in advance not to resist and to confess directly when he was stopped."

Zhang Huizhi, who only wanted to die alone, suddenly turned pale.

However, Xiao Qian'er and Li Bai, who were watching coldly from the sidelines, had already taken action...