Chapter 7 If I don't kill Qi Yunshen, I will die with regret and haunt him even as a ghost!
Deep in the bamboo forest, there is the Posing Garden.
A decades-old ginkgo tree stands in the southwest corner, and the ground is covered with golden color.
The game is settled.
Master Kongwu put down the chess piece, his eyes full of compassion and understanding. "The game is over, the past is gone. Why do you insist on being so stubborn and dragging everyone into this game?"
"Qi has never believed in fate. If the Buddha can save all living beings, why does he leave my wife alone to suffer?"
Master Kongwu sighed, and the sandalwood in his hand emitted a faint and elegant light.
Qi Yunshen walked out of the courtyard, and the voice of the secret guard rose from behind him.
"My Lord, Abbot Liao Fan passed away yesterday. The news just reached us."
"The abbot started his retreat yesterday, and the novice monk found it when he entered the room to sweep the dust today."
Qi Yunshen's tall and thin figure paused slightly, and he slowly hummed.
When we were going down the mountain, it suddenly rained heavily.
The carriage was moving slowly on the road, and the wind and rain made it impossible to see the road ahead.
Qi Zhenzhen fell asleep in Qi Yunshen's arms like a little pig. Qi Yunshen leaned against the car wall and slowly closed his eyes.
The broad, bony palm gently patted the little guy's back.
"Who did you meet just now?"
Zizhu whispered, "She is the young lady of the Shi Mansion. Coincidentally, it was also the young lady who saved and took care of her yesterday."
Just after Jiang Yunzheng left, Zizhu went to Mingyang Palace to inquire and heard from the young monk that Madam Shi Shao came today to light the rest lamp for her husband who passed away early.
Qi Yunshen slowly opened his eyes, like an old monk in meditation, his bottomless black eyes were cold.
Zizhu felt a chill on her back and couldn't help but say, "Mrs. Shi still doesn't know the young lady's background."
"Investigate, and if anyone is suspicious, kill them."
Zizhu: "Yes."
Not far ahead, a carriage was driven carelessly and fell into a mud pit, and the horses were neighing wildly.
"Boss, you drive the horse in front and I'll push it from behind."
"No, I'll go pick up two more stones."
"There's no point in picking up stones... Boss, why don't you go to the village ahead and call for help."
"That's fine. You stay here. It's really bad luck. After doing this job, you run away."
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Jiang Yunzheng was awakened by the sound of talking. Hongyu was standing next to her, with her hands and feet tied like her and a rag stuffed in her mouth.
Jiang Yunzheng remained motionless to conserve his strength. He heard footsteps walking away. After a while, another pair of footsteps left. Jiang Yunzheng lifted a corner of the curtain and saw that the latter was going to pick up stones by the roadside.
Jiang Yunzheng moved her body and carefully bit out the dagger from the leather saddle hanging on the side of the horse. The sound of rain covered Jiang Yunzheng's movements. The front and rear doors of the carriage were open, and she unlocked the rear door.
The man quickly came back with the stones and crawled under the carriage, trying to lift it up. Jiang Yunzheng looked outside again and saw that the man who had gone there first had disappeared in the rain.
The sound of the man cheering could be heard from under the car.
Jiang Yunzheng curled the corners of her mouth coldly, found the right opportunity to kick open the back door and flip over, stabbing the kidnapper directly in the buttocks. Before a scream could be heard, an embroidered shoe was stuffed directly into the kidnapper's mouth. The kidnapper widened his eyes and pushed Jiang Yunzheng away.
The kidnapper struggled, the wound on his hip causing pain all over his body. Before he could crawl out from under the car, Jiang Yunzheng pulled out the dagger from his hip and stabbed him in both thighs. The kidnapper immediately lowered his body, and Jiang Yunzheng strangled the kidnapper's neck with a hemp rope in a lightning-fast manner.
This time, the talent stopped moving.
The air was filled with the smell of blood.
The kidnapper stared at Jiang Yunzheng with a trembling face. Jiang Yunzheng slowly smiled, "He won't be back for a while. If you want to live, answer my questions well."
The kidnapper nodded hurriedly.
"Qin Xiulian sent you?"
There was hesitation in the kidnapper's eyes at first, but Jiang Yunzheng stabbed a knife directly into his arm. The kidnapper's face turned pale instantly, and then he nodded.
Jiang Yunzheng: "Purpose?"
The dagger slowly climbed up the kidnapper's forehead, and the tip of the knife broke through the skin.
"I wonder who's faster, your mouth or my knife."
"Chen County, a suburb of Beijing!! Mr. Jiang's only son died unexpectedly, and he wants to find someone to marry him in a ghost marriage!! Mr. Jiang gave him three thousand taels!!"
Jiang Yunzheng narrowed his eyes: "Three thousand taels are all yours?"
"No, no..." The kidnapper gave up, "We only have 200 taels, and the other 3,000 taels are for Qin Xiulian!"
After getting the answer, Jiang Yunzheng stood up. The rain soaked her whole body, but she didn't know when a carriage stopped not far away.
The driver was wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat, so he couldn't be seen clearly.
The carriage curtain opened, and Jiang Yunzheng saw Zizhu's face. Zizhu had a complicated expression. Looking back, she saw a piece of black clothing.
Jiang Yunzheng pursed the corners of her lips, her eyes full of sarcasm. What a coincidence.
Suddenly, the sound of countless arrows breaking through the air came from all around.
Jiang Yunzheng's body moved faster than her brain, and she got directly under the carriage.
The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger. The coachman was fighting against a hundred people alone. After one wave of assassins fell, another wave came. There were corpses lying all over the place near Jiang Yunzheng's carriage.
Qi Yunshen told Zizhu to keep an eye on Qi Zhenzhen, then got off the carriage with his sword.
As soon as Qi Yunshen appeared, all the assassins swarmed over.
Jiang Yunzheng's eyes were cold. This was the first time she saw Qi Yunshen use force. In his previous life, Qi Yunshen was very busy with official duties, and even when the two of them were in the same room, they didn't talk much.
Jiang Yunzheng showed sarcasm on his face, but when he thought about it, the matter was actually very simple.
As soon as the Holy Maiden Bai Yueguang appeared, she, the silly Crown Prince's wife, had to make room. If the Crown Prince divorced his wife on the first day after giving birth, the public would spit so much that Qi Yunshen would die.
It would be better to let Xu Jingyang be burned to death in the palace without anyone knowing.
Anyway, Qi Yunshen is a martial arts master, and no one can find out that it was Qi Yunshen who did it himself.
Afterwards, Qi Yunshen was able to gain another good reputation.
If you think about it this way, it makes sense.
But what about the Holy Maiden of Western Xia?
When Qi Yunshen falls into her hands...
The strange noise from the carriage above brought Jiang Yunzheng back to her senses. It must be Hongyu waking up.
Jiang Yunzheng secretly thought that this was not good, and shouted in a low voice: "Hongyu, go in!"
But it was too late. An assassin noticed the movement here and came over with a sword. Jiang Yunzheng didn't know martial arts, and he just forced the kidnapper by using wits and tricks. Jiang Yunzheng was powerless to kill the killer who was licking blood on the tip of the knife.
The assassin stopped at the door curtain.
Jiang Yunzheng gripped the dagger tightly and rolled out, which indeed attracted attention.
Her expression remained unchanged. “Qi Yunshen and I have a grudge, we can cooperate.”
Killer: "Just you? What can a woman do? We're all going to die anyway, so killing one more is better."
Jiang Yunzheng smiled sadly: "Are you guys just going to give up like this? Even if there's a slight chance, we must not let it go. I have a deep hatred for that Prince Qi. If I don't kill him with my own hands, I will never rest in peace. I will haunt him even as a ghost!"
The killer looked hesitant and let down his guard against Jiang Yunzheng.
"What's your grudge against him?"
Jiang Yunzheng began to make up stories, crying sincerely, "What happened in the past is in the past. Come here first and pretend to force me to the side of the carriage. Look at this dagger, I'll hide it in my sleeve first, and when I get the chance, I'll chop that beast down with one blow."
At this point, since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well try again.
The killer came to Jiang Yunzheng with a sword, with the sword two or three centimeters away from Jiang Yunzheng's neck.
There were only about ten killers left on the other side.
The killer behind him was getting more and more excited. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Qi Yunshen, Jiang Yunzheng bent his body slightly and said in a tone that seemed to be true or false:
"Just let me go right here. Believe me, I've never hated anyone so much in my life."
While Jiang Yunzheng was speaking, Qi Yunshen glanced at her.
The killer was indeed very excited and withdrew his sword.
Jiang Yunzheng was waiting for the killer to let down his guard.
But Jiang Yunzheng immediately moved backwards, slid out the dagger in his hand, and stabbed it into the back of the killer's neck at an extremely fast speed.
He was killed with one blow, and blood splattered all over Jiang Yunzheng's face.
The dagger fell to the ground. This was Jiang Yunzheng's first murder.
At the same time, Qi Yunshen also dealt with all the assassins. The sharp sword was stained with blood. The man was full of murderous intent. His cold and pale face was handsome but sharp. A dark scar extended from the temple to the end of the eyebrow. His temperament was oppressive and cold, which made people stay away. His narrow and long phoenix eyes were without any warmth, which made people feel cold in their hearts.
Whether it was blood or something else, the rain washed away Jiang Yunzheng's face, revealing a thin and pale face.
What separates us is not only the rain curtain, but also four years of deep hatred.
Jiang Yunzheng looked at Qi Yunshen and tightened the dagger in his hand.
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