Chapter 43 Jiang Hanfeng scolds the Flower Master (1)

Jiang Hanfeng looked at the scene before him, as if he had entered a painting and couldn't tell what was real and what was fake.

Jiang Hanfeng stepped forward and suddenly felt reluctant to leave.

He smiled slightly: "You knew I was coming?"

Shen Yingxue nodded. If Jiang Hanfeng had just confessed to him and left without saying goodbye, he could have just died.

Jiang Hanfeng walked forward with great interest, met Ling Yun's eyes, and couldn't wait to know whether Ling Yun was awake at the moment.

He had already planned to spend his whole life with the crazy Ling Yun. It was great that Ling Yun could wake up and still remember him.

Shen Yingxue still kept her head down, looking at the sky and the leaves, but not at Jiang Hanfeng.

Jiang Hanfeng thought he was still shy, so he walked over and came to Ling Yun's side. He was the same height as Ling Yun, just a little taller. The two stood side by side, evenly matched.

This person is also Jiang Hanfeng's ideal confidant and opponent.

Jiang Hanfeng wanted to reach out and hold Ling Yun's hand, but he also felt that it was inappropriate for two grown men to pull and tug at each other. Moreover, he had never asked Ling Yun's opinion, and he was afraid that this shy man would get angry out of shame, and he was even more afraid that he would recall what he had experienced in the past and fall into a demonic barrier.

"Although it's not that cold this season, it's still a bit chilly at night. You're frail and may not be able to withstand the wind. It's better for you to go inside," Jiang Hanfeng said.

Shen Yingxue nodded and turned to walk into the house.

Jiang Hanfeng had spent more than two months with Ling Yun before. During those two months, he didn't spend too much time on her, nor did he pay special attention to Ling Yun. Although Jiang Hanfeng was conflicted at that time, he was not as nervous as he is today.

At this moment, he felt that Ling Yun was a person like ice and snow, fragile and beautiful. He just wanted to hold him in his heart, not daring to cross the line in the slightest. He just looked at Ling Yun from a distance and considered every word for a long time, fearing that Ling Yun would be sad or angry.

But Jiang Hanfeng was always cold and indifferent, and had been accompanied by his sword for many years. He didn't know much about the ways of the world, and only knew a little about the etiquette of life and hospitality. How could he know how to get along with his sweetheart? He was silent for a long time, not knowing how to start talking.

Shen Yingxue sensed that Jiang Hanfeng was abnormal. After Jiang Hanfeng entered the room, he stood there like a piece of wood, neither sitting nor moving, with his head half lowered and not saying a word.

Shen Yingxue twisted her body, tilted her upper body, and faced him, "What do you want from me?"

Jiang Hanfeng then put aside his love and thought of business: "I will leave Zanhua Lane tomorrow and go to Qingyu Palace. Qingyu Palace is not close to here, and I will probably be gone for a long time. I came here today to say goodbye to you."

He looked at Shen Yingxue's lively appearance and felt very happy. However, when he finished speaking, Shen Yingxue stood up straight, turned back two steps, and ignored him as if she was satisfied.

The floor of the room was covered with a thick blanket, which Lan Jin had just brought back from outside. The blanket was made of sheepskin with hair, and after being treated with nitrate, it had no smell at all. Shen Yingxue had an extra place to lie down, and she could move around freely while watching a play or playing a game, with plenty of space.

He sat on the blanket, waiting for Jiang Hanfeng to speak.

I don't know how far Jiang Hanfeng's brain has progressed after the story of the nephew and uncle. It's a pity that there is no way to pry open his brain to see what he is thinking, otherwise it would be much more exciting than the TV series.

"Are you unhappy?" No matter how Jiang Hanfeng looked at her, Shen Yingxue seemed to be in a daze. However, Ling Yun was fine just now. After he said goodbye, Ling Yun became like this. She must be unhappy.

Shen Yingxue said: "No."

He really wanted to have a serious relationship with Jiang Hanfeng, but when he thought that the person in front of him was Jiang Hanfeng, Shen Yingxue didn't want to take the initiative at all. She just wanted to listen to this person talk, "Come and sit down."

Jiang Hanfeng felt that the tone of this sentence was very familiar. Thinking carefully, Huazhu had said this many times. It was just that Huazhu's voice was low and his tone was slow, but clean and neat, and very majestic.

Ling Yun also spoke slowly, without much emotion in his words. People who didn't know him well might think he was cold and unapproachable. However, Jiang Hanfeng knew that due to his illness, Ling Yun was actually a little dull, as if he could be distracted at any time.

Jiang Hanfeng walked over and sat on the blanket like him. "How many people are here to serve you? Why don't you see anyone every time you come?"

Shen Yingxue shook her head: "I don't know either, but there are people here, and they are always available if you need them."

"That's good."

Ling Yun sat for a while, then picked up his hair to play with. Jiang Hanfeng thought of the hair he had pulled out last time, and asked Ling Yun in a joking tone, "Why don't you play with your own hair?"

"It's different. Feel it. It's different." Shen Yingxue also handed her hair to him. The delicate touch made Jiang Hanfeng's heart flutter. It was as if he smelled a faint fragrance, the smell of Ling Yun. He wanted to move forward and take a deep breath. "Very soft."

"Yes." Shen Yingxue said, "It's hard to untie the knot, it's convenient for you."

Jiang Hanfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he just let him go.

Shen Yingxue played for a while, and Jiang Hanfeng just watched him from the side, without any movement, as if he was already satisfied. Soon Shen Yingxue felt bored, and touched Jiang Hanfeng's hair upwards, rubbing the back of his head.

"Why don't you look at me?" Jiang Hanfeng noticed that Shen Yingxue was avoiding his gaze. "In the several times we met, you never even looked me in the eye."

Jiang Hanfeng thought he was shy, but it happened so many times in a row that it didn't make sense to say he was shy.

"I feel dizzy after watching it." Shen Yingxue said, "If you watch it for a long time, you will feel dizzy, nauseous, and want to vomit."

Jiang Hanfeng: “…”

Jiang Hanfeng fell into self-doubt, he always thought that his appearance was okay, how could he make Ling Yun feel disgusted?

"What kind of person am I in your eyes?" Jiang Hanfeng asked.

Is he worse than King Zhongxin?

The face of King Zhongxin was a picture of a sinister beauty, so what did he look like in Lingyun's eyes? Jiang Hanfeng suddenly remembered something.

When they were in Yuding Villa before, Ling Yun told him many times that they had met before.

At that time, Jiang Hanfeng thought Ling Yun was Shen Yingxue, and automatically brought it back to the battle six years ago. If Ling Yun was not Shen Yingxue, he certainly would not be talking about the meeting six years ago.

Shen Yingxue lowered her head and said, "Your face is blurry, like a reflection in a lake, but your facial features are all wrinkled together, blurrier than what is in a bronze mirror, I can't see anything clearly."

"Then how do you know that we have met before?" Jiang Hanfeng asked.

"Have we met before?" Shen Yingxue asked back, and then she recalled the scene that suddenly appeared in her mind when she met Jiang Zhiyi, and suddenly realized, "Ah, the scabbard!"

"The scabbard is still in Yuding Villa." Jiang Hanfeng said, "If you want it, I can get it. But you have to tell me why you want the scabbard."

"When I was a kid, I met a boy who had a sword sheath in his hand. It was so eye-catching and beautiful. He invited me to a sword fight, and I agreed." Shen Yingxue's memory ended here. If that person was him and Jiang Hanfeng, the result of the fight should not be casualties. "Do you remember?"

"It's you? So that person was you?" Jiang Hanfeng was very surprised and stared at Shen Yingxue, trying to find the same things in him as in his memory.

He was also deeply impressed by that scene because the child, who looked much younger than him, suffered such a tragic fate.

Jiang Hanfeng was only a teenager at the time. Although he was an orphan, he was adopted by his master since he was a child. His days in Yuding Villa were similar to those of a young master from a martial arts family. Jiang Hanfeng's master was a very easy-going person and never forced him to do anything. Seeing that he liked to practice swordsmanship, he taught him swordsmanship and followed his nature, leaving trivial matters to the disciple who was good at it.

As a teenager, Jiang Hanfeng was arrogant and thought he was invincible.

At that time, he was also arrogant and indifferent. He would not take anyone weaker than him seriously. Even Jiang Zhiyi was just a little brat who could only cry in Jiang Hanfeng's heart. His master and senior brothers thought he was young and did not take it seriously. When they saw Jiang Hanfeng's appearance, they said it was the way a child should be.

Jiang Hanfeng was out of control. Every day he had a cold face, held a sword, and wore fancy clothes. The waterside pavilion where he lived was filled with treasures that he had found himself. At that time, he thought that he had practiced swordsmanship to such an extent that he would never have an opponent. It was lonely at the top, and no one could understand him.

Then he met a little kid who was dressed in rags.

The child was dark and thin, dirty, with messy hair covered in dirt, and only a pair of eyes that were very bright. The child was lying on the tree, hiding behind the branches, like a silent insect, and no one noticed his presence.

Jiang Hanfeng didn't know when he came. When he noticed the murderous aura from the child, he was suddenly startled.

Even a little beggar like him has such a cold and sharp swordsmanship.

Jiang Hanfeng looked at the child's skinny arms, and with his peripheral vision he noticed the magnificence of the water pavilion, and he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He didn't know what that feeling was called at that time, he just knew that he didn't dislike that kid. The young man Jiang Hanfeng picked up the sword and challenged the other party to a duel.

The child agreed, or rather, he misunderstood.

He thought Jiang Hanfeng was the one who was hunting him.

He took out the dagger hidden on his body, and moved nimbly and quickly like a little monkey. He jumped down from the tree and was about to rush towards the waterside pavilion. Suddenly, several men in black emerged from the shore and rushed over in unison. Jiang Hanfeng's eyes were grim, and he raised his sword to fight with the child, killing all those men in black who were entangled with him.

"What's your name?" Jiang Hanfeng asked him.

The child didn't say anything, but just looked at him with cold eyes, then put away the dagger and quickly left the pavilion.

Jiang Hanfeng called the disciples in the villa to check the identities of the bodies. He was young at the time and did not take the defeat of his subordinates to heart. He did not take the initiative to ask about the origins of those people. He only vaguely remembered that his senior brother said that those people were most likely sent by the court.

That beggar-like child must be a killer trained somewhere who offended the court, or the son of a criminal who is on the run.

Jiang Hanfeng was not interested in his identity. All he could remember was the boy's skills and his cold, star-like eyes.

Jiang Hanfeng compared Ling Yun with that man. Apart from their age, there was no other similarity.

Ling Yun had a very fair complexion, sharp features and heroic spirit, but he was suffering from a serious illness and was very weak. His eyes were always distracted, and there was a naivety in his expression that mitigated his alluring aura.

The boy in Jiang Hanfeng's memory, apart from his eyes, could only be described with the word dirty. But Ling Yun had gone mad, and his eyes were almost nothing like when he was awake.

"Is it really you?" Jiang Hanfeng said in disbelief.

If that child was Ling Yun, how did he escape when so many people were chasing him? At that time, he didn't even have a decent piece of clothing, and he was so thin and small, he must have been hungry often.

Seeing that he finally remembered, Shen Yingxue smiled at him and said, "It's me."

Jiang Hanfeng saw his pure joy, his throat felt sore, his eyes itched, and he almost cried, "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you."

If Jiang Hanfeng had not been so arrogant at that time and had known a little more about the ways of the world, and had kept the child, washed him clean, and given him new clothes, it would have been a different story.

"It doesn't matter. I don't remember it very clearly." Shen Yingxue said, "But I don't know why, I just want to tell you about it."

Based on his many years of experience in watching dramas, if this kind of thing is not made clear early, it is easy for complications to arise. For example, someone suddenly appears from nowhere and pretends to be the real him, and he can only be reduced to being a stand-in for himself.

"I have forgotten a lot of things, but I can't forget that scene. But my memory stopped when I agreed to duel with you, and I don't remember what happened afterwards." Shen Yingxue felt the original owner's emotions at that time.

When he saw Jiang Hanfeng, he was eager to fight him. However, due to his age and size, he was a little nervous and afraid. Besides that, he also felt a little jealous.

This man is really rich, living in such a fairy-like place. The scabbard is inlaid with so many gems, and he can sell any one of them for a lot of money.

Jiang Hanfeng briefly explained what happened next.

"People from the imperial court..." Shen Yingxue whispered, "It turns out they have been targeting me for a long time..."

"Ling Yun?" Jiang Hanfeng saw that he was not in a good state and shook his shoulder. "Don't think about it. I will tell the Flower Master tomorrow. Just let the Flower Master handle these things."

Shen Yingxue asked faintly: "Is there any difference?"

Isn’t he the flower owner?

Jiang Hanfeng said distressedly, "Don't say that. He is your father. Even if he treats you coldly now, he actually cares about you all the time in his heart. If the Flower Lord knew about this, although he might not avenge you immediately, he would definitely keep it in mind and catch all the people who hurt you when the time comes."

"How do you know someone is trying to harm me?"

Jiang Hanfeng quietly approached Shen Yingxue, smiled at him, and smelled the faint scent of medicine on Shen Yingxue, which made him feel even more sympathetic. He raised his hand and slowly touched Shen Yingxue's cheek, "If someone bullies you in the future, just tell me, I will never stand idly by."

Shen Yingxue nodded, noticing where he touched. He almost thought his disguise had not fallen off. He stepped back, dodged from Jiang Hanfeng's hand, and also touched that place, "Don't touch me like that."

It will make him feel like he is about to be exposed.

Jiang Hanfeng was stunned for a moment, "Don't worry, I won't confuse you with the Flower Master."

No matter how similar these two people seem, he would never use one as a substitute for the other.

After Jiang Hanfeng finished speaking, he realized that he had spoken out of turn. Ling Yun had no idea that he had once had such feelings for the Flower Master. He was already very fragile, so why bother saying more and making him feel sad for nothing? As long as he gave up his romantic thoughts about the Flower Master, Ling Yun would naturally not have to worry.

After hearing what Jiang Hanfeng said, Shen Yingxue really didn't know what to say.

He and Jiang Hanfeng were so close that he didn't have to worry about being exposed. With this father-son relationship, even if they looked alike, Jiang Hanfeng could always find a suitable excuse for him.

He really wanted to ask Jiang Hanfeng: Now that it has come to this, aren’t you feeling upset?

This man is really mentally strong, able to fall in love recklessly under such circumstances. Shen Yingxue admires him very much.

As Jiang Hanfeng himself said, after breakfast the next morning, he came to Hua Zhu to report what happened yesterday.

Because Xun Yan also had to go out, Shen Yingxue couldn't stay in bed, so Xun Yan dug her out of bed early and took her to Hua Zhu's residence. He pasted disguise stuff on her face and painted her to look like Hua Zhu.

When he came over, Xun Yan had just finished the last stroke. After letting him in, he continued to comb Shen Yingxue's hair.

"Flower Master." Jiang Hanfeng said.

"Hmm?" Shen Yingxue looked at him with a half-smile, thinking of him as Ling Yun's father. "Did you get along well with Ling Yun last night?"

When Jiang Hanfeng heard him joking like this, he guessed that Hua Zhu had already let down half of her guard against him, and after some time, she would probably agree to him and Ling Yun being together.

"Ling Yun was very sober yesterday. We talked for a long time and talked about our childhood. I learned that we had actually met once. According to the circumstances at that time, Ling Yun and I can be considered friends for life and death." They were about to set off soon and there was not much time to waste. Jiang Hanfeng saved the unnecessary words and got straight to the point.

Xun Yan did not go with Jiang Hanfeng yesterday, so he didn't know what they talked about. After hearing what Jiang Hanfeng said, he looked at Shen Yingxue's expression through the mirror and found that Shen Yingxue's expression did not change at all. He didn't know whether she was confident or just couldn't remember it at all.

Shen Yingxue didn't say anything.

Jiang Hanfeng continued, "At that time, I was still young and focused on swordsmanship. I didn't like to worry about trivial matters, so I didn't pay attention to that incident. On that day, many black-clad assassins chased Ling Yun and even followed Ling Yun into Yuding Villa. Ling Yun and I worked together to break through, but those assassins refused to give in and refused to retreat, determined to kill Ling Yun. In the end, they were all killed."

Shen Yingxue herself felt that those people might be members of the Demonic Cult.

The young masters of the Demon Cult are all ruthless, but no child can kill without hesitation right after birth. The Demon Cult's method of training talents is very cruel, and it is possible that they forced the original master to take action.

But Jiang Hanfeng said that those people looked like people from the imperial court. If they were people from the imperial court, they were most likely sent by King Zhongxin, who was Shen Yingxue's father. Logically, he shouldn't have killed them.

Jiang Hanfeng said: "The hatred between King Zhongxin and Ling Yun has been accumulated for many years. Ling Yun was really pitiful that day. If he hadn't said it himself, I would not have been able to regard the beggar that day and the young man from Zanhua Lane as the same person. I think what Ling Yun did later should also be forced by King Zhongxin."

Shen Yingxue's face turned cold: "What did he do? How come I don't know?"

Jiang Hanfeng knew that the Flower Lord was angry. The last time he mentioned Shen Yingxue, the Flower Lord was also angry. At that time, Jiang Hanfeng had already got the answer he wanted and did not pursue the matter to the end. Now, for Ling Yun's sake, he must make things clear. Otherwise, he didn't know what King Zhongxin would do to Ling Yun during the few days he was away.

"Ling Yun sold his body to seduce the father and son of King Zhongxin, and wandered between them, making them obsessed with him. I already know everything." Jiang Hanfeng said, "This must be King Zhongxin's conspiracy. Maybe King Zhongxin already knew Ling Yun's identity, so he took advantage of the situation and tricked Ling Yun. Ling Yun has already paid the price for this. After all, he is your son. Flower Master, please forgive him."

Shen Yingxue: “…”

Xun Yan: “…”

What the hell?

Is Jiang Hanfeng really talking about Ling Yun? Are you sure it's not Zhu Chengyu?

Xun Yan almost dropped Shen Yingxue's hair. He quickly smoothed it, combed it, pinned it with an ebony hairpin, straightened her long hair, picked up Shen Yingxue, and put him on the couch over there.

Shen Yingxue thought about what Jiang Hanfeng said and found it quite exciting.

With such a person around, he doesn't need to read novels at all. It would be even better if there were no mosaics. Even props would not be needed. Every day would be an immersive plot.

Jiang Hanfeng was a little angry when he saw Shen Yingxue didn't say anything. He had been persuading Ling Yun to believe in his father, but who would have thought that Hua Zhu would remain indifferent.

Does the flower owner really not care about Ling Yun?

Or is it that in Huazhu's heart, Ling Yun is no match for power?

"You are already a rare and powerful figure in the world. If the purpose of your alliance with King Zhongxin is to avenge Shen Yingxue, isn't that ridiculous?"

"What did you say?" Shen Yingxue's voice became increasingly low, and it was not difficult to hear the suppressed anger in it.

Xun Yan didn't think he was pretending. Words like "Shen Yingxue" and "Demon Cult" were Shen Yingxue's grievances. Now Jiang Hanfeng was talking about their hatred, even Xun Yan felt unhappy, not to mention that Shen Yingxue was a lunatic.

During the Heroes Conference, he had already been driven crazy once. If Jiang Hanfeng continued to press him, Shen Yingxue didn't know what to do.

Xun Yan held Shen Yingxue's shoulders and said, "Sir."

Shen Yingxue glanced at Xun Yan: "I'm fine, let him talk!"

Jiang Hanfeng said: "You have been very considerate to Ling Yun and Zhu Chengyu, but have you ever fulfilled your responsibilities as a father?"

Shen Yingxue remained silent. He certainly had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father. He was not the father of these two people at all.

Jiang Hanfeng saw that his expression was unchanged, and he knew that this man was extremely stubborn and did not listen to him at all. He gradually became a little angry: "Have you ever thought about them? If it were not for your negligence, how could Ling Yun take such a radical approach? Does he really like to climb into a man's bed and be insulted by both father and son? Did Zhu Chengyu really want to do such a thing? They have no way out, only this way to go!"

Shen Yingxue brought Hua Zhu in and felt that what Jiang Hanfeng said made sense, and it was indeed the case.

"You are a martial arts expert, powerful, and scheming. You are full of your own plans, but what about Ling Yun and Zhu Cheng Yu? You don't even want to acknowledge your own sons. When have you ever given them any protection?"

Shen Yingxue said to Xun Yan: "Tea."

Xun Yan poured a cup of tea and served it with both hands.

"You have been planning for so many years just to avenge Shen Yingxue. Who will avenge Ling Yun?" Jiang Hanfeng felt sorry for Ling Yun. "Shen Yingxue is your brother-in-law. Isn't Ling Yun your son?"

Shen Yingxue paused in her tea drinking motion and placed the cup to her lips, not moving for a long time.

"Even though you love that woman deeply, isn't Ling Yun her flesh and blood?" Jiang Hanfeng felt that Ling Yun was not the only one who went crazy. When Hua Zhu lost his wife, he also went crazy.

All people are his chips and tools for revenge, including himself.

Shen Yingxue glanced at Xun Yan silently.

He knew that Shen Yingxue was Ling Yun's uncle, but as for Hua Zhu's wife, this character had never appeared before, right? How did these people come up with this?

Jiang Hanfeng saw Shen Yingxue's expression gradually becoming solemn, and he did not drink the tea that was passed to his mouth. He put down the teacup and looked straight at himself. Jiang Hanfeng said: "You look at the sign of the Demon Cult all day and think of the people, but you don't know that the dead are gone, and the living are what you should cherish."

Shen Yingxue felt wronged. Was it wrong for him to play his own game console? How could he not cherish the people around him?

Jiang Hanfeng's eyes were sharp, and he did not miss the fleeting complex look in Hua Zhu's eyes. However, Hua Zhu was always good at hiding her emotions, and Jiang Hanfeng could not read any deeper meaning.

Jiang Hanfeng said, "If the King of Zhongxin had nothing to do with Ling Yun at this time, you could have taken revenge even after ten years. But since you knew that the King of Zhongxin wanted Ling Yun dead, how could you sit back and watch and allow him to get close to Ling Yun?"

Shen Yingxue fell into deep thought. This was a good question and he had to think carefully about how to answer it.

"You are Ling Yun's father. If Ling Yun goes crazy, you will lose face and the Zanhua Lane will lose face too. But I still don't believe that you and Ling Yun have no feelings at all." Jiang Hanfeng's voice weakened. He stood from Ling Yun's perspective and pleaded as a son-in-law, "Ling Yun is afraid of King Zhongxin. He is just getting better now. Why should he meet King Zhongxin again? Don't you want Ling Yun to return to normal?"

Xun Yan was very angry with Jiang Hanfeng just now, but after hearing this, the anger in his heart dissipated immediately.

Jiang Hanfeng's mood was actually the same as his.

But Jiang Hanfeng didn't know the truth. The person he was protecting was an ethereal Ling Yun. And the person he was protecting was the leader in front of him.

The leader's negative scales are the evil cult and hatred, while Ling Yun's negative scales are the King of Loyalty and Faithfulness.

Although he didn't know why Jiang Hanfeng thought Ling Yun was driven crazy by King Zhongxin, Xun Yan found it hard not to sympathize with Jiang Hanfeng.

After Jiang Hanfeng finished speaking, he looked at Shen Yingxue steadily and said no more.

Shen Yingxue waited for a while, but he still didn't say anything, then she said, "Go down when you're done."

"Flower Master!" Jiang Hanfeng called out, and after seeing the still heavy expression on Flower Master's face, he suddenly realized that Flower Master had also taken his words into consideration. Although he did not give a reply at this moment, it was too late.

As long as Huazhu is not blinded by hatred and turns his attention from Hualulu to Lingyun, it is not difficult to find that Lingyun is in a difficult situation at this moment.

By the time he figured it out, Ling Yun would be saved.

Jiang Hanfeng bowed and left Huazhu's room.

Xun Yan looked at Shen Yingxue with some concern, "Young Master."

Even he couldn't understand, and the young master was sick, so he was probably even more confused.

Shen Yingxue said: "Jiang Hanfeng's words are well-founded and difficult to refute. Unless I tell him my true identity, I will have no choice but to admit it. What do you think, should I tell him that I am Ling Yun?"

Xun Yan was secretly shocked when he heard the tone of his voice.

During this period, the young master's speech and behavior were similar to those of ordinary people, but he still took medicine every day. Lan Jin also said that the young master's condition only seemed to be better, but actually did not improve. In fact, his internal strength could not be suppressed and was still gradually deteriorating.

The reason he looks normal is because he's trying hard to pretend to be normal.

No matter how much he pretends to be a lunatic, he is still a lunatic.

The world of madmen is different from that of ordinary people.

Shen Yingxue once told Lan Jin that he couldn't see everyone's face, and in his eyes, those people were all beasts. Even if he disguised himself for Shen Yingxue, Shen Yingxue couldn't see it, and in Shen Yingxue's eyes, he was still the same as before.

Xun Yan was very worried.

I'm worried that Shen Yingxue has been the flower owner for too long and has forgotten her true identity.

She was worried that the story Jiang Hanfeng had made up was too plausible, and that Shen Yingxue would get caught up in it and really think that she was Ling Yun, and lose herself.

"Young Master, do you still remember that you are the leader of the Demon Cult?" Xun Yan asked.

"Of course I remember." Shen Yingxue said, "But now the Demon Cult is gone. The identity of the leader of the Demon Cult only means trouble. Don't mention it when it's not necessary. But those who hurt me will still have to pay the price."

"You must remember, you are Shen Yingxue." Xun Yan said worriedly.

"You mean, tell Jiang Hanfeng my true identity?"

In this way, all the scripts have to stop, but Shen Yingxue is still a little reluctant. He still wants to see Jiang Hanfeng hesitate between Huazhu and Lingyun, and perform a father-son ethical substitute literature.

Xun Yan thought about it and rejected the suggestion. "Now is not the right time. Let's tell him when the time is right."

Shen Yingxue was betrayed by many people because she didn't know the right person. Jiang Hanfeng is a member of Yuding Villa after all. They have only known each other for a short time, and we can't be completely sure that his feelings for Lingyun are true... He can't even tell Lingyun from Huazhu, so who dares to believe in his love?

If Jiang Hanfeng tells this to others, and the righteous people and the court people react, the leader will probably have to experience another encirclement and suppression, and will probably die without a burial place.

Xun Yan used to think that Shen Yingxue was the best in the world and no one could compare to him. But when Shen Yingxue was beaten severely and nearly died, Xun Yan's idea was shattered.

He couldn't understand why Shen Yingxue, who was so powerful, almost died at the hands of others and was tricked into becoming a useless person who couldn't use martial arts?

Later, Xun Yan realized that there were too many people on the other side.

No matter how powerful a person is, he can't do everything. Shen Yingxue always has some confidants, just like him and Lan Jin. The people around him betrayed him, and there were so many righteous people. Even if he fought openly, Shen Yingxue would be exhausted and eventually die.

Furthermore, in today's martial arts world, people only remember the most recent famous people, and the predecessors in the past are gradually forgotten by the martial arts world. But that doesn't mean they are no longer alive. When they are needed to take action, they will not stand idly by.

Fame can make a person arrogant. When a person is arrogant, he will not care about other people and will be prone to act out of line. He will only realize before he dies that there are many people in the world who are more powerful than him.

Xun Yan said to Shen Yingxue, "You'd better not reveal your identity for now. I will tell Lan Jin and ask him to remind you. After I leave, remember to take your medicine on time every day."

"I understand." Shen Yingxue said, "Don't worry, I will never confuse my identity unless..."

Unless the mosaic was removed.

However, his identity is related to the main mission, so Mosaic shouldn't be such a drag and just remove the most basic code for him.

Xun Yan saw Shen Yingxue's silence, and his heart sank: "Unless what?"

Shen Yingxue picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Nothing."

Xun Yan and his friends are leaving for Qingyu Palace today. They have already prepared their luggage and supplies in advance, so they can just take everything with them and go.

Zhu Chengyu was hesitant and wanted to say goodbye to Shen Yingxue, but when he left last time, Shen Yingxue said that she would naturally look for him when he figured it out. Shen Yingxue never looked for him, and Zhu Chengyu didn't dare to take the initiative to go. In the end, he got on the carriage and didn't say goodbye to Shen Yingxue.

He huddled close to Jiang Hanfeng and asked him softly, "Did Daddy really not come out to see us off?"

Jiang Hanfeng had just reprimanded Hua Zhu. He didn't think there was anything wrong at the time, but now that he had calmed down, he felt that the words were too harsh.

Hua Zhu was already in a bad mood because of the matter of her two sons, and what he said was like adding fuel to the fire. Hua Zhu is old and in poor health, so she must not get sick from anger.

Hearing Zhu Chengyu's question, Jiang Hanfeng opened the car curtain and looked back: "No."

Zhu Chengyu was a little disappointed, "I'm really useless. I made Daddy angry."

Jiang Hanfeng felt the same way, but when he thought that the Flower Master would change the way he treated Ling Yun, he felt that it was worth it. He said, "The Flower Master is in poor health and has a noble status, so it is reasonable for him not to go out to see her off."

Zhu Chengyu said sadly: "But he hasn't seen me for three days."

Jiang Hanfeng said nothing more.

He felt that he was not much better than Zhu Chengyu, and after such a commotion, the flower owner might not want to see him again.

The people on the business trip were in a depressed mood, while Shen Yingxue in the house was extremely happy as she was no longer bound by any strangers.

As long as King Zhongxin didn't come, he didn't have to play Lingyun, and could stay in the house and do nothing. He could watch TV or play games. Unfortunately, his health was still not good, and he couldn't stay up late. Lan Jin was unwilling to give him the pills that could refresh his mind. Shen Yingxue could only live a normal life.

Just two days passed like this, and Prince Zhongxin's palace sent people to deliver things again.

Li Baiqi went to receive them, and Lan Jin showed the gift list to Shen Yingxue, which were mostly some precious medicinal herbs or hard-to-find foods. With the gifts from Prince Zhongxin, Shen Yingxue's food level improved sharply, and every meal was filled with some novel delicacies from the mountains and the sea.

After Lan Jin finished reading the book to Shen Yingxue, he did not go downstairs. He cautiously suggested, "Prince Zhongxin seems to be quite friendly. He has great power and connections, and he is also the emperor's younger brother. Master, you might as well tell him about the secret book and let him help find it."

Shen Yingxue thought about it carefully and felt that it was feasible.

Lan Jin was afraid that he had not thought it through, so he added, "If the Prince of Zhongxin finds it, we can use it for trading, but I'm afraid he will know that the item is especially important to the owner and will not be willing to give it to him. If he burns it directly, it will be very difficult to do it."

"Then go in Ling Yun's name." Shen Yingxue said, "Tell him that Ling Yun needs that thing to stay alive... It doesn't seem to work either."

"Why not?"

Shen Yingxue glanced at the cat head and remembered that when Jiang Hanfeng scolded him that day, only Xun Yan was there. Xun Yan left after hearing it, without having time to inform Lan Jin.

He said: "When I was young, I was hunted down by people from the imperial court. It may be someone from the Zhongxin Palace, but it may not be someone from the Zhongxin Palace."

"Everyone knows that the eldest son of Prince Zhongxin died young. The princess worried too much and stayed on her sickbed until she died soon after. After that, Prince Zhongxin neglected his concubine, who also died soon after." Lan Jin guessed, "Perhaps the concubine killed the princess, which is why Prince Zhongxin was so angry and refused to make Zhu Ling his crown prince."

Shen Yingxue also felt that what he said made sense.

If he was the eldest son who died early, then he was most likely abandoned or sold by the concubine. It is normal for the concubine to send someone to hunt him down after learning that he is still alive.

"These are just guesses, don't take them seriously." Shen Yingxue had experienced too many backstabbings, and his back injury had not yet healed. It was too difficult for him to take such a big risk and trust someone.

What's more, he and King Zhongxin have only met a few times, and Fu Sheng and Zhu Rang are from the enemy camp. Who knows if this is their conspiracy?

Lan Jin was a little anxious: "We can't find the secret book here, and we don't even have any clues. What should we do if we can't find it in the future?"

"If you can't find it, it's destined. When it's time to find it, you will find it naturally."

As he was speaking, a subordinate came over to report: "Master,