Death Princess

Eight years later, in the 14th year of Jianlong, His Majesty He Kun is in poor health, and the crown prince He Yuxi is gradually taking control of the government.Everything has changed, and the four children of that year have also embarked on different paths.

The sky is getting dark, and the stars and candles that light up one after another light up the Xueming Valley on this summer night.

"Young master, the medical book you want." A disciple in white held a lamp and brought the rather old medical book to the case.

"Well, ah," Han Shuangxue turned around, yawned and nodded, "Thank you, just let this go, and you can go and do your own thing."

"Bo Fan resigns." The white-clothed disciple put down the medical books and candles, and left the room with a salute.

Han Shuangxue stretched her waist and was about to raise her hand to reach for the medical skills, but she caught a glimpse of the candle beside the book from the corner of her eye, and the candle flickered a few times.She turned her head to look at the window, the casement was closed tightly, and turned to look at the door, the door had also been closed by Chao Bofan who had just gone out.

Then... Han Shuangxue looked behind the screen.

"Oh, my sister Lu." She rubbed her eyebrows and stood up, and when she walked behind the screen, she saw the person occupying her bed as her own, "Can't you come in through the door?" ? Sneaking around as a thief in Xueming Valley? Master is your mother, can he still eat you?"

"Eat me?" Zhao Lu, who was leaning on the couch with one leg crossed, raised half of her eyelids lazily, "If Aunt saw it, wouldn't it be enough to eat me? I don't know."

"Have you eaten Aunt Qing? Hey, Sister Lu, are you going to do it again?" Han Shuangxue's expression tightened, and she sat on the edge of the couch and pulled Chao Lu's sleeve to get a pulse. Do you want to fight? Aunt Qing knows? Knows and still doesn’t stop you?”

"Hmm." Chao Lu ignored a bunch of questions from Han Shuangxue, but she didn't withdraw her hand that was caught to check the pulse.

After a while, Han Shuangxue withdrew her hand.

"Huh——" she sighed, "It's okay, it's okay, the injury is not serious, and you don't need to take medicine. You can take care of it for a few days. However, you must not use force these few days."

"Oh." Zhao Lu pulled up her sleeves, and then propped her head with one hand, showing that lazy look.

"Hey, you." Han Shuangxue shook her head and walked out of the screen, "you can sleep here at night, don't worry, I won't tell Master. Anyway, it's not just once or twice to help you hide from Master, Xue Minggu The dignified Valley of Medicine and Valley of Medicine, which is number one in the world, will almost become the private medical clinic of your court young suzerain."

"En." Faced with the ridicule of her cousin Han Shuangxue, Zhao Lu rarely replied.

Cousin Chaolu secretly came to Han Shuangxue for healing. This was not the first time, nor would it be the last time.And it all started on that snowy night eight years ago, when Uncle Palm's family was buried in flames, only three juniors escaped with their lives.

The past came like a tide, and Han Shuangxue couldn't help turning her head to look at the person on the couch, and her eyes stopped on the inch-long scar on her neck that was no longer conspicuous.

Han Shuangxue still clearly remembers the scene when she arrived with her parents, master and aunt Qing that night: He Yi hugged Zhaohui, who was unconscious, desperately sweeping the snow off his body, He completely disregarded his pale face from the cold and the tears that had already frozen into ice; the morning dew fell under a cedar tree not far away, and half of his body was buried under the white and red snow, his life and death unknown.

From that night, from the time the three of them narrowly escaped death, Zhao Lu seemed to be a different person. She changed from her previous idleness, and plunged headlong into the endless study.She studied writing during the day and martial arts at night, she didn't give herself a chance to catch her breath.Later, with a little success in martial arts and spiritual skills, she began to carry her master on her back and break into Jianzong's forbidden place where there is no return—the maze, and she came back almost dying every time. The result of the secret help of Mr. Jing who lived in seclusion in the maze.

Aunt Qing, who is the master of the Sword Sect, naturally knew about this, but she turned a blind eye and even cooperated with her daughter Chaolu to hide from Master.And Han Shuangxue, as a younger sister who did not personally experience the disaster, she knew that her persuasion was like scratching the surface, so she could only watch her cousin go to die again and again, and she returned in blood again and again. She could only silently heal her wounds again and again. .Until the injuries on her body became less and less each time, until she can now appear in her room unscathed.

Although there is no Ruruo's experience back then, and there will be no Wuying Jian Chaolu who is now famous in the martial arts world, but...

"No, I'm just here to ask you to help me diagnose my pulse. If there's nothing serious, I'll go back to Jianzong." Just as Han Shuangxue recalled the past, Chao Lu had passed her and walked to the front of the case.

"So urgent? But what happened?"

"Don't worry, nothing's wrong," Zhao Lu turned around and patted her sister on the shoulder, "It's just that the martial arts conference is coming soon. You also know that this conference will be held by Jianzong, and Dad will set the venue as the foot of the West Mountain and give it to me Arrangement, I have to move there early to prepare. Wei Zhuoer has also returned, and Chao, ah, he has changed his name to Qin Hui, if I guess correctly, he will send a secret letter tonight."

"Guess? Do you still need to guess?" Han Shuangxue twitched the corners of her mouth, "It's just a dream."

"Foretelling dreams can sometimes be inaccurate." One finger flicked Han Shuangxue's head, "Let's go."

"Hey you!" Before Han Shuangxue finished complaining, she was left alone in the room with the flickering candle.

. . .

Swish!

Another whip was swung down, and the skin was ripped apart.

In the deepest part of the dungeon of the Dark Pavilion, the blood-clothed boy who was hung in the water was already unconscious, while the woman who was tied to a pillar beside him was still holding on.

Snapped!Another whip was lashed down hard, staining the last piece of intact skin on the woman's back red.

The woman's eyelashes trembled, such severe pain did not make her let out a muffled groan.But her reaction made the man with the whip even more enraged. The man spat on the ground, dropped the whip, picked up an iron chain from one side, and planned to greet the woman.

At the critical moment, "Slow!!" A roar came from a distance, and a few stones arrived at the same time as the roar stopped the chain from falling.Then, in the blink of an eye, the owner of the roar had already rushed to the man from the entrance of the dungeon.

With a thud, the visitor fell to his knees on the ground, in a pool of blood and dirt.

"The pavilion master forgives the sin, and I hope the pavilion master will show mercy."

"Oh?" The man rubbed his hands that were sore from the shock of the stones, and raised his eyebrows, "Why, do you think it's the opposite of 'suicide'?" His voice was soft, but it sounded like a letter Like a poisonous snake, with a creepy chill.

"The subordinates dare not, the subordinates just follow the rules."

"Rules?" The man raised his tone, "Are you talking about the rules with me? In this dark pavilion, with the owner of the pavilion, me?"

Leng Tong didn't answer, but bowed her head and knelt in a polite manner.

"Then tell me," Wu Mian put his hands behind his back, thinking of playing with Leng Tong, "I'll teach Ou Xueli and Ou Xuemu how they broke the rules and how they got in the way." Are you looking into the eyes of Master Lengtong?"

"Don't dare." Leng Tong's voice was faint, "Ou Xueli was born in the secret pavilion, but without informing the pavilion master in advance, he applied for the selection exam of the shadow sect's other department. This is indeed inappropriate and should be punished. His elder sister It is reasonable for Mu to accept the punishment for the younger brother voluntarily, so the pavilion master's actions are also reasonable. However, "

"but?"

"It's just the crime of two people, the crime doesn't end here. Besides," Leng Tong uncontrollably saw Ou Xuemu who was tied beside her, her eyes trembled and her heart ached, "Xuemu not long ago was killed by one person. He tried his best to restore the situation of the failure of the second-class mission. He is a meritorious person, and the pavilion master's action will inevitably chill the hearts of everyone in the pavilion."

"A meritorious person?" Wumian's cold gaze swept over Ou Xuemu's body, and then stopped on Lengtong's lowered head, "Then in your opinion, how should I deal with these two people?"

"Let him commit crimes and make meritorious deeds."

"Heh, what a crime and meritorious service." Wumian smiled grimly, "How can you commit crimes and meritorious service with the two of them? Could it be that you plan to do it for them?"

"Subordinate wishes..."

"Leng Tong, no!" Ou Xuemu, who was tied aside, suddenly yelled out this powerless sentence with all his strength, interrupting Leng Tong.

Leng Tong raised her head, and when she met Ou Xuemu, her eyes softened, but the softness didn't last long, and she didn't pay attention to Ou Xuemu's stop.She gritted her teeth, lowered her head and bowed to the foggy face, and said: "This subordinate has exactly this intention, and I hope the pavilion master will make it happen!"

"Good! Good, good." Wumian really smiled this time, like a child who got a new toy. Going in front of Leng Tong, he lifted Leng Tong's chin with his index finger, and repeated meaningfully, "It's so good."

The moment Wumian's hand touched her chin, Leng Tong trembled all over, but she immediately held back her body's resistance, suppressing the instinctive disgust in Tong Tong's heart.

"In that case, then," Wu Mian moved forward again, admiring Leng Tong's face fascinatedly like a puppeteer admiring a delicate work, "then I'll give you two Choose. First, I will entrust you with the only first-class mission, if you cannot complete it, or leak any information about the mission, you will die as an apology."

As he said that, he took out a black token with the word "A" written on it, and patted Lengtong's face with it, "As for the second thing, it is..." He narrowed his eyes Eyebrows, "Come and rest in my room tonight." The foggy face has almost reached the tip of Lengtong's nose.

An unclean smell of blood entered Leng Tong's nasal cavity bit by bit as the fog surface approached, but she insisted on forcing herself to remain still.

"Leng Tong can't do it, he..." Ou Xuemu's strength came from nowhere, and he knocked against the pillar.

"Shut up!" Leng Tong yelled and stopped Ou Xuemu, and even pulled back the foggy hand in shock.

"Zhazaza," Wumian stood up in disappointment, and shook the token above Lengtong's head, "Choose, is it a first-class mission with no return, or..."

Leng Tong gritted her teeth again, "This subordinate obeys the order!" She jumped up and took the token from Wu Mian's hand, "Whether Leng Tong succeeds or not, I hope the Pavilion Master will keep his promise and spare the Ou brothers and sisters." People. Farewell." After a hasty salute, Leng Tong flew away.

"Cut, would you rather die? Idiot who doesn't know good and bad." Wumian kicked on the pillar with Ou Xuemu resentful. No one is allowed to let them out with my warrant!" After speaking, he walked out of the dungeon without looking back.

"Yes!" A voice came from afar.

But after a while, Wu Mian stopped in his tracks and said, "Go find some doctors, don't let these two die."

"Yes!" replied the same person.

. . .

At the same time, Leng Tong had already obtained the mission scroll.

The scroll is not big, and there are sixteen characters in the letter: "Assassinate the young lord of the Sword Sect, Zhao Lu, and those who hinder him will be killed."

Breaking into the Xuanling Mountain of the sword sect known as the number one martial arts sect, assassinating its young master, and revealing the shadowless sword to the morning, wouldn't this be death?And the death will definitely be terrible.Forget it, Leng Tong sighed, Wu Mian deliberately made things difficult for Ou Xuemu and Ou Xueli, more or less for his own reasons.What's more, I already owed their siblings a lot.

Thinking of this, Leng Tong's eyes fell on the hands holding the scroll, where only five of the original six fingers remained.

If there is no Xuemu, how can breaking two fingers make up for the crime of letting go of the target in the first mission?Leng Tong put her hands on her chest, gently touching the pair of bone whistles hanging around her neck.

Climb to Xuanling Mountain and kill the young suzerain Wuyingjian.

If you break through, just break through, if you kill, then kill, whoever calls himself a knife, heartless, bloodless and fleshless knife.

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