Chapter 484

The luxurious palace left by the previous dynasty was not used. Ling Qingyu, his cronies and officials discussed business in a conference hall converted from a large mansion next to the palace.

There are no steps, no dragon chairs, and chairs are placed around the hundreds of square meters hall. Sitting closest to the main seat, Zhu Weili, Han Liang and others are on one side, while some leftover officials and those who are known as famous scholars are on the other side.

Looking at fan Fu, Zhang Wei and the old men talking about etiquette, morality, benevolence, filial piety and integrity, Ling Qingyu, no matter how good-natured, sneered and asked, "gentlemen, you have said this for several days. I want to ask, what do you mean?"

Zhang Zhi stood up, glanced at her with disdain, and said, "we just want to say that there has been no saying that women have been in power since ancient times, not to mention immoral and shameless people?"

This is face-to-face scolding, Ling Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Mr. Zhang, please speak carefully!" Zhu Wei couldn't help but say angrily that Ling Qingyu didn't want to ascend the throne now, or that she didn't have the concept of being emperor at all in her heart, so there was no distinction between the top and bottom of the political hall, which made these old pedantries drill the loopholes. Is this going to settle accounts together today?

Han Liang's eyes also cooled. He heard the rumors outside but didn't take it to heart. He knew very well the relationship between Ling Qingyu and he Li. He wanted to provoke the relationship between He Li and Ling Qingyu or Ye Xi. That was a dream. He didn't expect that these people were so bold to take these things to the Council hall. For example, the voice of the student Qingliu is indeed very important, and the benevolence and righteousness reputation of the king is also very important, but Mr. Zhang, Are you mistaken? Have you ever seen that the founding king's hands are not full of blood? So what if the king of Qin Ying Zheng slaughtered a hundred schools?

"Mr. Zhu! I'm trying to persuade you to recognize this man! How can a person with bad conduct be responsible?" Zhang Zhi snorted coldly.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ling, do you have a face called Ying thirteen?" Fu Rong stood up with his arms behind him and asked proudly.

"Rude!" Han Liang shouted angrily and got up angrily.

"Shadow thirteen, it's my man." Waving to Han Liang, Ling Qingyu said slowly.

She actually admitted so directly that Zhu Weili and others were surprised on the face, but despised on the other side.

"Did you finally admit it?" Fu Rong was very angry and disdainful.

"I never denied it." Ling Qingyu smiled faintly.

"Do you know what the man did?" Master fan stood up tremblingly, put his hand on the arm of master fan Er, and said in a deep voice: "that man is an unforgivable villain! As a son of man, he actually killed his father and mother! Such a person who should be cut thousands of times, you not only didn't punish him severely, but also said shamelessly... I'm not as obscene as you!"

Kill father and mother! Zhu Wei's face sank, and his hand stroked his beard and pulled down a few beards. It's easy to say anything else, but filial piety, filial piety for all good things first, and filial piety for parents for good things. This is the most basic code of conduct. Generally, unfilial people should spit out for the world, not to mention the great rebellion of Killing Father and mother!

Ling Qingyu got angry and said, "Mr. Fan, I respect your age and knowledge, but I'm not giving you the right to talk nonsense!"

"Are we talking nonsense? You can find out by checking. When Bianjing city was broken, Bianjing Gu's family was killed completely, leaving only a library, but heaven has eyes, so sinners can't escape. At that time, some servants of the Gu family hid in the pond and escaped. He clearly heard that Ying shisan was the son of Duan Wenrui, Gu's son-in-law, but Ying shisan ordered Duan Wenrui to be killed, not to mention his own mother in the backyard! ”Fu Rong said coldly.

"Is there really a fish that missed the net?" The cold voice came from the door, which shocked the people in the hall who were already extremely nervous, and then turned to look at the gate.

It was already late autumn. The autumn frost dyed the trees outside the hall red. The autumn wind danced with fallen leaves. The sun shone on the man from the outside like blood, pulling out a bright shadow of his slender body on the ground.

The man was dressed in dark clothes, with a belt inlaid with Phnom Penh around his waist, and gently brushed away the fallen leaves on his shoulders. Under the gaze of hundreds of people in the hall, his skirt turned over, and the Ling characters embroidered on his belt loomed in the sun. He stepped over the threshold and walked in like a leisurely stroll.

Thirteen... The call was pressed in the throat. Ling Qingyu instinctively felt that it was wrong. Ying thirteen shouldn't have come here. In order to show respect for these officials, there were no guards set up 50 meters around the conference hall. Only Ye soul or Ye Fei were hidden in the dark. Why did Ying thirteen come so grandly? At a time when these people are making such severe accusations against him?

The accusation is true... Ying Shishi's words just now have settled his crime, such a serious crime

auzw. "Are you admitting?" Uncle fan took a slight step back, glanced at brother, and said aloud.

"What did I admit?" As soon as the man smiled, his eyes were like ripples in autumn water, with pulse feeling. Just in a blink of an eye, the water was cold, making master fan's back cold and step back.

"You mean that Wenrui? Yes, I killed people," Ying shisan glanced at those people who were in charge of the head and said, "they used to be the family son-in-law for panfugui and slaughtered their young son. At that time, they had broken the friendship between father and son?"

Everyone in the hall was stunned again. Zhu Weili and Han Liang looked at each other, and their faces were dignified. At that time, people attach great importance to filial piety. Parents can kill their children, but children can't kill their father. This is a natural and moral principle, which can't be overturned. Anyway, Ying thirteen admitted this today, which is a crime of great disobedience. If the Ling family doesn't respond, it will really lose the hearts of the people all over the world.

Zhang Zhi looked up to the sky and laughed three times, full of rampant conspiracy. He turned to Ling Qingyu and said, "how? What if you are such a sinner?"

"Since Duan Wenrui killed me back then, today, my life is my own, sin?" Shadow thirteen raised his voice, and also gave a clear sneer, saying, "what qualifications do you people have to condemn me? Great Confucianism? Famous scholars?"

The autumn sun was still bright, and several beams of light came in from the door window. The small dust danced clearly in the light, and then was cut open by a sharp sword light.

"Ah!" When the first scream came out, the people didn't react at all. When the three old men of the fan family fell to the ground with their blood splashing wounds on their necks covered, Fu Rong uttered a scream. Before it was time to step back, his chest was cold. He stared at the sword blade quickly pulled out of his chest, and suddenly remembered Mei Ruoxue's crying face in his brain.

"Thirteen!" When Ling Qingyu screamed out, Zhang Zhi also opened his eyes and covered his chest to see the shadow thirteen who was stabbing at another person with a sword, pointing to him trembling and speechless.

In the twinkling of an eye, the literati who were just eloquent just now just didn't point to Ling Qingyu's nose and scold fell to the ground, and the blood flowed on the floor. With the spasm and shaking of those bodies, they drew startling patterns one by one.

Ying shisan turned around, looked at Ling Qingyu and screamed again, and then rushed to himself.

"Thirteen!" Ling Qingyu shouted and rushed to Ying shisan. He can't kill anymore! If she kills again, she doesn't know how to save him, no! No matter what, no matter what the cost, today's things will not come out! Definitely not!

It seemed that the sun was too dazzling. She clearly saw Ying shisan's eyes were surprisingly bright, and a smile floated around the corners of her mouth. Then she greeted herself, and the long sword dripping with blood in his hand pointed in her direction. When the tip of the sword was about to reach, he turned sideways, and a strong wind held up his arm. Then the tip of the sword turned upside down, let his hand grasp his hand, and then his body continued to rush forward.

Poof, the familiar sound of the sharp blade stabbing into the body made Ling Qingyu look at the face that was close at hand. The face was so familiar. It took more than ten years to grow up from a green teenager day by day. A pair of talking eyes and a handsome face were always with a look of laughter and ridicule. My thirteen

The sword blade stabbed out of the man's back heart. All the people in the hall could see was that Ling Qingyu jumped at the man. The man waved his sword at each other, and then Ling Qingyu grabbed his sword and stabbed him in the chest with his backhand.

She killed him

Thirteen... Silently called, released the hand holding his hand, and caught his weak body. Ling Qingyu's brain was still blank, looking at his convulsed body, looking at the sword blade that was stabbing into his heart, and looking at his smiling eyes.

"You can... Attack Jiang... South..." when his body was poured into her arms, he whispered in her ear, and Ying shisan couldn't make a sound anymore. The sharp pain blurred his eyes, and his pierced heart was unable to beat. His body was convulsed. Ying shisan tried to hold her hand, and a hot tear fell on his cheek, making him show his usual smile again.

With such a sin, I'm afraid I can't enter reincarnation. Master, in the next life, thirteen is afraid I can't find you. But if I can get out of hell and enter reincarnation, then master, are you still willing to have thirteen?

It seemed to say something in his starry eyes. With the trembling of his body, Ling Qingyu bit by bit entered Ling Qingyu's brain and picked up his head and neck. Ling Qingyu whispered in Ying Shishi's ear, "OK, I'll wait for you to come to me, Shishi, you must come to me!"

The bright starlight in his eyes cracked like a cosmic explosion, and slowly closed when the corner of his mouth burst into a reassuring smile.

"Night soul..." hugged the silent body in her arms, and Ling Qingyu called softly.

"Yes!" A black figure flashed out behind her and whispered.

Glancing at the corpses on the ground, and then turning from the literati who had retreated to the corner, Ling Qingyu's voice became a straight line: "close the city gate! Call ye Xi back!"