This villain has become a ghost

Song Haotian stopped talking and was attracted by the military book in her hand. He read the four big words on the cover with some surprise and asked:

"The Art of War? I've studied military texts for years, but how come I've never heard of it?"

Hearing this, Song Zhiyi raised the corners of his mouth and said, "This is a gift from His Majesty to his daughter. Daddy would never have imagined how mysterious it is. It's simply amazing."

Being able to receive such high praise from Song Zhiyi, Song Haotian became more and more curious about the book. His eyes lit up and he said, "If it is really that amazing, can I borrow it from Daddy to read for a few days?"

Song Zhiyi said, "Please queue up first. Qian Shang, General Kui Shao, General Qi Sha, General Chang Geng, and General Qi Ming have all come to borrow books from my daughter."

Song Haotian was a little disappointed, but still accepted the fact.

He asked, "How did your Majesty get such a powerful military book?"

I don’t know if there is any left, and if he shamelessly asks for it, will he be given it.

Song Zhiyi raised her beautiful eyes and said thoughtfully, "Looking at the handwriting, it seems to be written by Your Majesty himself. I don't know why, but I always feel that Your Majesty has changed a lot..."

"In the past, my daughter only thought he was ruthless, but now, upon seeing him, she finds him not only kind but also understanding. He even gave her many suggestions for training the army. Each one of his ideas is reasonable and ingenious, which makes her admire him."

It was rare for Song Haotian to hear words of praise from his own daughter, and the object of the praise was the emperor. He smiled mischievously and asked curiously, "How does she compare to His Royal Highness Prince Xuan?"

Song Zhiyi said seriously: "This is different."

"My daughter loves Qian Shang and is happy to see him. We have been through many things together, including the test of life and death. My daughter is willing to spend the rest of her life with him."

"But my daughter has respect and admiration for Your Majesty. If Your Majesty were not Your Majesty, she would definitely be your confidant."

Song Haotian was stunned when he heard this. After a long time, he smiled and felt emotional.

His daughter is too clear-headed and intelligent, which makes him, an old father, seem useless.

Seeing that his daughter was so absorbed in studying military books that she had no time to pay attention to him, he turned around and left, wandering around the courtyard.

After a while, the deputy general came hurriedly to report, saying, "General, the patrol army caught a man who broke into the Marquis's mansion and acted suspiciously."

Song Haotian glanced at his daughter's room behind him, afraid of disturbing her, and said, "Take me there for interrogation."

"Yes!"

The side courtyard, while not as prominent as the main gate, was equally heavily guarded. A row of low houses, their doors and windows tightly shut, made it impossible to see what was going on inside from the outside. The side gate was made of solid wood, studded with iron rivets.

Just as Song Haotian closed the door, a hint of viciousness and shrewdness flashed in the deputy general's eyes, and the dagger hidden in his sleeve revealed a sharp cold light and stabbed straight into his back!

Song Haotian was a veteran of battle, and even within the Marquisate, his vigilance remained undimmed. Just as the deputy general's dagger was about to reach his back, he sensed a strange presence. In a split second, Song Haotian leaned forward, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

He turned quickly, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, staring directly at the deputy general. The deputy general missed his attack, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a more determined killing intent, and he attacked Song Haotian again.

At the same time, there was a loud shout of killing outside. As expected, it was the soldiers under the deputy general who betrayed Song Haotian together with him, and fighting broke out within the Song family army.

Song Haotian snorted coldly, but instead of retreating, he advanced. With a swift movement, he precisely grasped the deputy's knife-wielding wrist and twisted it with force. With a snap, the deputy's wrist fractured, and the dagger fell to the ground. Song Haotian didn't stop there. He pushed the deputy out of the door, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Why... did you betray?" Song Haotian stood at the door, staring at the deputy general with cold eyes.

The deputy general struggled to stand up, drew his sword and pointed it at Song Haotian. He was breathing heavily, with a complex and vicious look in his eyes.

He said coldly, "There's no need for so many 'whys', General. If you don't want your daughter to die, hand over His Royal Highness Prince Xuan."

"As long as you allow me to kill His Royal Highness Prince Xuan, I guarantee that you and your daughter will be safe and sound, and I can do whatever you want with you."

Hearing this, Song Haotian looked puzzled and frowned, saying, "Your Highness Prince Xuan? He is not in the Marquis' Mansion, and I don't know where he went."

No one knew better than the deputy general that Song Haotian had always disdained lying.

"How is that possible?!" the deputy general's eyes widened in disbelief. "You led a group of soldiers to surround the Marquis's residence tightly, and you weren't protecting His Royal Highness Prince Xuan?"

Song Haotian couldn't understand the logic behind this. Thinking that Song Zhiyi might be in danger, he didn't intend to waste time talking to him and was about to break out, but was stopped by the deputy general.

The deputy general sneered and said, "Since we are all going to die, then... take your daughter with you to be buried with us."

the other side.

Song Zhiyi's hand, which was turning the pages of a book, paused slightly as he faintly heard the sound of fighting outside.

Suddenly, several burly soldiers broke in with knives.

"Miss Song, I'm sorry!"

They had ferocious looks on their faces and without saying a word, they slashed at Song Zhiyi who was lying on the bed with knives.

Song Zhiyi did not move, staring at them with cold eyes, without any panic.

Just as the knife was about to chop towards her, another sharp knife light appeared. The person who came was dressed in plain clothes, with a slim figure and a charming and beautiful face. His knife skills were concise and full of murderous intent.

The soldiers were stunned by this sudden change and wanted to fight back but they couldn't get close.

One of them asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?!"

Nangong Wanqing rolled her eyes and uttered two words:

"Your father."

Nangong Wanqing did not give them too many chances. Her knife was like the scythe of the god of death, reaping their lives and splashing blood everywhere.

Soon, all the soldiers fell to the ground without a sound.

She kicked their bodies and after confirming they were all dead, she said to Song Zhiyi, "You saved me last night. Now, we're even."

Song Zhiyi nodded slightly and asked, "What's the situation outside?"

"Don't worry, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a deputy general. He can't turn the world upside down, and he can't beat your father." Nangong Wanqing said.

Having said that, it is still a betrayal by one's own family, and it is inevitable that some things will be hard to guard against. I don't know how many soldiers outside will die at the hands of their closest people because of sudden attacks.

-

Kyungsan.

At this moment, Wei Yanzhi was still very confident and firmly believed that Nangong Qianshang was in the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion.

And now, the person Wei Yanzhi most wants to kill has become Nangong Mingzhu.

Although he had known for a long time that he had been poisoned and would not live long, in order to prevent any further complications, he felt more at ease to see him die with his own eyes.

Wei Yanzhi looked directly at Nangong Mingzhu, raised his hand and gave an order, saying:

"Heaven and earth are unkind, all things are unkind, even the emperor is unkind. Jackals are in power, so why ask the foxes? Let us respectfully send His Majesty to the grave. Kill!"

The sky was covered with dark clouds, gloomy and depressing, and the cold wind howled through the valley, bringing a biting chill.

The soldiers on both sides rushed towards each other like wild beasts.

The swords clashed, making a harsh metallic collision sound, blood splattered, and the shouts of killing were deafening.

After killing several people, Nangong Mingzhu's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. Suddenly, dizziness and heart-wrenching pain followed one after another, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wei Yanzhi laughed sinisterly, "Your Majesty, even though no one can cure Bai Chen's poison, no one can make it, it doesn't mean I can't find a drug that can catalyze it."

The soldiers' armor, swords, bows and crossbows... were all covered with drug powder. It was no big deal to others, but to Nangong Mingzhu, it was a deadly poison.