"He Lanxuan, tell me, who taught you?" The man in black asked again.
Helanxuan, how could it be, how could it be named Helan? She thought it would be Qin, but in the whole of Dali, there was no powerful person named Helan. Thinking of this, Ning Jiuwei looked very bad.
"Tell me, who taught you this?" He Lanxuan didn't get an answer after asking three times. He pinched Ning Jiuwei's neck and asked in a fierce voice.
Ning Jiuwei looked into He Lanxuan's eyes, then smiled and said, "I said I was self-taught, do you believe it?"
"Speak quickly." He Lanxuan pinched Ning Jiuwei's neck a little harder.
While the two were talking, there was a sound of footsteps behind them. Because Ning Jiuwei was leaning against her back, he couldn't see the person coming at all, but He Lanxuan saw it.
"Let her go." The voice was as cold as the ice and snow in the cold winter months.
Hearing this voice, Ning Jiuwei was stunned. Qin Lin, why did Qin Lin come here? Could it be that he came to pay homage to the late empress. After all, this hall was where the late empress once lived. But if she remembered correctly, Today is not the death anniversary of the late Queen.
Qin Lin stared at He Lanxuan, with a pair of eagle eyes as sharp as a sword. Using his inner strength in his hands, the wind of his palm was directed towards He Lanxuan's face, with quick and cruel movements.
He Lanxuan released his grip on Ning Jiuwei, raised his hand to block Qin Lin's incoming palm, and stared at Qin Lin with admiration.
"It's good to have such ability at such a young age." He Lanxuan said as the wind from his palm had already struck out.
Qin Lin's steps were slightly wrong, his head tilted back, and he dodged at a tricky angle. Using his right foot as a fulcrum, his left leg swept past with a gust of wind.
Ning Jiuwei looked at this scene, her eyes flashed slightly, and then she sat down in her seat again. The music of the piano rang through the air. Instead of the soft sound just now, she was greeted by a bloody and murderous aura. "Broken Formation Song".
The sound of the piano resounded throughout the entire hall. He Lanxuan was shaken for a moment when he heard it, and then his eyes regained focus.
It was this sudden movement that made Qin Lin see the right moment and hit He Lanxuan on the left shoulder. Qin Lin also took a few steps back because of this internal force.
He Lanxuan covered his shoulders and looked at Qin Lin. An undetectable emotion flashed across his face. Then his eyes fell on Ning Jiuwei and said, "Girl, I will come to you to listen to the piano next time."
After the words fell, He Lanxuan turned around and walked out of the palace door, disappearing into the night. Ning Jiuwei looked away from the door, stood up and walked towards Qin Lin.
"How are you?" Ning Jiuwei asked.
Qin Lin raised his eyes and looked at Ning Jiuwei, and asked without any emotion in his voice: "Are you concerned about me?"
Hearing Qin Lin's words, Ning Jiuwei didn't answer. He returned to where he was just sitting, wrapped up the Jiao Tong Fengwei Qin, changed the subject and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Why are you leaving?" Qin Lin approached Ning Jiuwei step by step and asked without answering.
As Ning Jiuwei stepped back, she turned her head and looked at the red-painted pillar behind her. She looked up at Qin Lin who was close at hand and said, "Why don't you leave?"
Hearing Ning Jiuwei's words, Qin Lin looked at her deeply, but Ning Jiuwei did not flinch or avoid his gaze.
"Ning Jiuwei, is that you?" Qin Lin suddenly said quietly, seeming to sigh and regret.
Ning Jiu frowned slightly, pushed Qin Lin away, picked up the Jiaotong Fengwei on the table, put it on her back, and walked towards the door of the palace.
When leaving the palace gate, Ning Jiuwei paused and said without looking back: "Qin Lin, stay away from me in the future."
After saying these words, Ning Jiuwei left Fengqing Hall without hesitation, leaving Qin Lin standing alone in the hall. Dressed in black, he looked a little lonely.
Qin Lin withdrew his gaze and looked at the furnishings in the palace, including the golden beast's incense burner, the purple candlestick, a nine-tailed golden phoenix chair in the middle, and the screens of the Four Gentlemen in the partitions.
While looking at it, Qin Lin's hands were caressing the furnishings. Everything was just like when his mother was still alive. He raised his head and looked at the portrait hanging in the middle, and suddenly remembered what his mother said to him back then.
"Lin'er, the most rare thing in this world is the word love. If you meet a woman you like in the future, don't give up, otherwise you will regret it."
You will regret this
You will regret this
… ….
"Mother, I already regret it..."
Will there still be a chance...
Qin Lin looked out the window, his eyes seemed to be full of memories. He didn't even see the last one. He couldn't forget that moment when he walked into the Jinxiu Palace with scars all over his body, that cold corpse.
He hated that in this life, even if he had no feelings for the throne, he would never let that person ascend to the throne. He would definitely put that person to death and never be reincarnated...
At this time, the sound of footsteps, the scraping of armor, and the bright torches lit up the entire night sky suddenly came from outside Fengqing Hall...
The person in the middle was not Yan Xu, the leader of the imperial army, but the emperor in dragon robes. Under the light of the fire, his face was not red, but rather sickly white.
"Father." Qin Lin came out and said with cupped hands.
The emperor looked at him coldly and raised his hand to let the imperial army go in to search. However, he suddenly thought that this was the former queen's palace, so he lowered his hand and put it behind his back, bypassing Qin Lin and walked in.
"Fourth, who was it that broke into Fengqing Palace just now?" the emperor asked in a very gloomy voice.
Qin Lin turned his head, looked at the emperor who looked very unhappy, and then said: "I am the only one."
"Nonsense, I clearly heard the sound of a piano, tell me who it is?" The emperor almost shouted when he said these words.
Seeing the emperor like this, Qin Lin not only was not afraid, but laughed softly, and walked to the emperor step by step.
He spoke in the emperor's ear in a very gentle tone: "Father, do you know that you look like a thief with a guilty conscience? Father, what are you afraid of?"
"you….."
Before the emperor could speak, Qin Lin spoke again: "Are you afraid that your mother will come back?"
"Sir, what are you talking about? I will destroy you." The emperor pointed at Qin Lin, his voice trembling a little.
Qin Lin smiled and said nothing. He knew her father very well, and he could be said to be afraid and hateful of him. If he were not his mother, he would have been demoted to a commoner long ago.
He didn't mind at all that his father hated him even more. Qin Lin strode down the steps and said, "Father, there are only ten days left for the Queen Mother's memorial day. The Queen loves to be clean. She definitely doesn't want to have so many The dust is in her chamber."
After listening to Qin Lin's words, the emperor turned to look at the furnishings in the palace. Sure enough, a thick layer of dust had fallen on them. His face was ashen, he flicked his sleeves and said: "Clean this place well. The palace will fast for five days. In addition, Feng Send more people here in the Qing Palace, if something like this happens again, I will chop off your heads."