Qing Guan took the lotus jade pendant from her neck and handed it to Sheng Fang, "Return to Zhao intact."
Sheng Fang pinched the jade pendant that contained Qingguan's body temperature, smiled again, stood up, walked to her, and put his arm around her neck, "Sister, keep it for me. When I avenge my father one day, sister will return it to her." I."
Qingguan didn't refuse, smiled mischievously and said: "How does brother plan to take revenge?"
Sheng Fang suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Since my sister asked, I won't hide it. I don't know if my sister has ever heard of the Jiangnan Society."
Qingguan's eyes dimmed. The Jiangnan Society, she had heard from Chen Ping, was a killer organization that took people's money and helped them eliminate disasters.
"Brother joined the Jiangnan Society?"
Sheng Fang nodded and said, "After the incident happened to the Sheng family, my mother heard that her father's head was hung at the city gate, and she was heartbroken. She took out all her savings and found Jiangnan Hui, begging them to steal her father's head back."
Qingguan looked at Qian Fu involuntarily, her ears buzzing.
"Jiangnanhui accepted the sale and handed over my father's head to my mother one month later. My mother vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot. Only three months later, she passed away."
Sheng Fang raised his head slightly and endured the pain and said: "Before my mother died, she asked me to swear to God that I would avenge my father and the Sheng family no matter what in this life. She said that my father was wronged."
There was warm liquid flowing out of his eyes, Qingguan didn't want to wipe it and let it fall.
It's ridiculous that the widow who never even walked through the door of the Sheng family carried the hatred of the Sheng family on her only son before she died. But those aristocratic families who had received favors from the Sheng family wanted to add insult to injury one by one.
Sheng Fang raised the corner of his mouth and looked at her, smiling bitterly and saying, "Even if my mother doesn't tell me, I will still take revenge."
"Why?" Qingguan felt sad.
"Because my father said that my name is Sheng Fang, my courtesy name is Yiwen, I am the eighteenth in the family, and I am his fifth son."
Sheng Fang said calmly: "My father is an upright man. He is the General of Zhenxi. I don't believe that he is a traitor and a traitor, and he will sit on the traitor. Therefore, my son has to avenge this revenge for him."
Qingguan burst into tears and choked with sobs: "Joining the Jiangnan Society is your first step towards revenge?"
"That's right."
Sheng Fang lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I have no power, and my true identity will not be tolerated by the world. What the Jiangnan Society does is murder. There are many eyes and ears on the Nine Provinces. I can only stand a chance if I join them." Make friends with heroes from all walks of life and find out some past events. "
Qingguan thought: "What now?"
Sheng Fang looked a little gloomy.
Not everyone is qualified to be an assassin. After he joined the Jiangnan Society, he started as an unknown person, serving tea and water for others, folding clothes and quilts, and secretly learned every move of top assassins. These moves are not fancy, but they hit the target with one hit.
What makes you stand out here is your true strength. A killer without strength can only die.
It took him three years to defeat the master he served in a fight and became the sub-ruler of the Jiangnan Society. There are only three helmsmen in the Jiangnan Club with hundreds of people. The cruelty of competition can only be described as hell.
In the next two years, while performing tasks again and again, he won over the most skilled, bloody, and loyal brothers in the Jiangnan Association, and worked with them through life and death, sharing weal and woe.
His brother is not a bandit, but a killer. Qingguan's body became a little stiff after hearing this, "Are you still in Jiangnan Club now?"
There was a smile in Sheng Fang's eyes: "I still remember the time I was injured a year ago."
Qingguan nodded, "I spent a lot of effort to rescue you from hell."
"There is a saying in Jiangnan that once you enter Jiangnan, you will end up in hell. In other words, unless you die, you will never leave again in this life. I am the son of the Sheng family, and I will never be a killer for the rest of my life. So I asked the hall master Issued a challenge.”
Qingguan was shocked.
"If I win, I will take my twenty brothers away. If I lose, I will bury my body in Jiangnan."
Sheng Fang said it very easily, but Qingguan's heart was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold. She had seen the wounds on his body with her own eyes, and every cut was bone-deep.
She sighed softly, "Fortunately, you won."
Sheng Fang shook his head, "I did win, but the other party cheated and detained one of my brothers."
"The thirty thousand taels of silver are to save him?"
Surprise filled his young and sharp eyes. Sheng Yao smiled bitterly and said, "It's not just 30,000, it's 300,000."
An insignificant brother made him leave regardless of his own safety, and gave her the jade pendant of the Sheng family. Qingguan felt a little sad in his heart, and a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes, as if he had already seen his intentions.
"You want to use these twenty people to assassinate the emperor."
Sheng Fang was suddenly shocked, "How do you know?"
"My father once told me when he was drunk that the Sheng family has a formation called the Death Formation. The formation consists of twenty-one people. The formation you stood in when fighting against the Imperial Guards on the mountain is the Death Formation. "
Sheng Fang's heart was beating wildly. She is really a lonely soul. Only people from the Sheng family know about this death formation.
Sheng Fang nodded honestly and said, "You're right. Practicing this formation does not happen overnight. Twenty-one people need to transform into one person before they can hit with one blow. So this year, I have been hiding in Wang Anshan, he practices the ultimate death formation hard and kills bandits in his spare time."
Qingguan suddenly realized. It turned out that he had only done one thing in the past six years, which was to find twenty skilled people, practice a death formation, assassinate the emperor, and avenge the Sheng family.
The stubborn boy nine years ago has now grown into a passionate man. Qingguan is moved by his persistence.
"Brother, I have been just like you in the past six years. I have only done one thing. Do you want to hear it?"
Sheng Fang had long suppressed countless curiosity in his heart, and was expecting Qingguan to answer his questions. He pursed his lips and nodded.
With clear eyes and bright eyes, Qing Wansu raised his hand, squinted his eyes, and pointed at Qian Fu.
Qian Fu stepped forward and told every detail of what the young lady had done in the past six years in the Jiang family.
Time passed slowly, and Sheng Fang's face gradually became serious. If these six years of my life have been like licking my life on the edge of a knife, then these six years of Qingguan have been like walking on a sharp edge, with every step being like walking on thin ice.
The girl in front of her was sitting under the lamp. She was dressed in white and had black hair. She was petite and soft. Her drooping eyes covered her smart eyes. She was as quiet as a painting.
He couldn't imagine how such a concubine could get out of this vast world.
Sheng Fang's heart skipped a beat and he said with emotion, "What my sister did, my brother couldn't do any better."
Qingguan shook his head and smiled, "Why belittle yourself? You have your own plans, and I have mine."
Sheng Fang asked: "What are your sister's thoughts?"
Qingguan lazily supported his head, turned to look at Qian Fu, and then focused his eyes on Sheng Fang's face.
"Brother, killing the emperor is only for gratification and happiness in the heart. I want the injustice of Qian and Sheng to be brought to light, and for the world to give us justice."
The cold words hit his ears, like a heavy hammer falling on his chest, Sheng Fang's eyes burned. Compared to what she did, her own situation was obviously much smaller.
"Sister, how can we repay this justice?"
Qingguan turned his gaze to his and said word by word: "As King Fu Shou ascends the throne, he will re-investigate the case from that year and let the new emperor issue an edict to the world and pay homage to the souls of the unjust dead."
Even though it was already April, Sheng Fang still felt that the night was as cold as water. He had never felt this way before when he stayed in the mountains at night in the wind and snow.
Qingguan stretched out her hand, gently held his, and said with a half-smile, "Brother, come and help me."
Sheng Fang was silent for a long time.
Seeing this, Qian Fu knelt down with a plop, "Miss has found out that everyone in the Qian Mansion was killed with a sword before the fire. The reason why the Sheng family was captured and no one escaped was because someone was in the well of the Sheng Mansion." It was drugged."
Hatred surged up from all over his body, and he was horrified.
It turns out that before the Sheng and Qian families were destroyed, everything was plotted against them. No wonder Qingwan wanted to bring justice to the two families.
Sheng Fang held Qing Guan's hand with his backhand and said with a trembling voice, "Is it true?"
Qingguan met his gaze without any fear: "It's absolutely true."
Sheng Fang felt his eyes go dark and opened his mouth. He didn't say a word, but nodded heavily.
A gentleman's promise is as valuable as a thousand pieces of gold, and a smile bloomed at the corner of Qingwan's mouth.
"Brother, Uncle Fu is my grandfather's old man with excellent medical skills. It was he who came all the way to the south with the Qian family's huge sum of money to report the news."
Sheng Fang was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly supported Qian Fu with both hands, and whispered: "Uncle Fu, you have been tired over the years."
When Qian Fu heard this call, his heart felt a little hot and his eyes filled with tears: "Eighteenth Master, I would like to give you my regards."
The sound of "Eighteen Master" moved Sheng Fang. He used his inner strength to hold Qian Fu up and prevent him from kneeling down. "I can't do it, Uncle Fu can't do it."
Qingguan smiled and said: "Beside me, there is Yuen Niang. She is my aunt's personal maid. She will come back to meet my brother. These two people are the people closest to me and the people closest to my brother."
Sheng Fang's eyes flickered, he snorted, and his heart surged. He had been living alone all these years and never thought that there were still relatives in the world. He never thought...
He seemed to have thought of something, took out a piece of black cloth from his arms and opened it carefully.
"Sister, look, what is this?"
Qingguan took the black cloth and it felt rough and a little hard. When she looked at the contents of the black cloth, her body was shaken and she almost fell down.
This is a square gold seal with a turtle button and a red ribbon. A small dragon is engraved on it, which is lifelike. At the bottom, there are four large characters "Taizi Golden Seal" engraved in a small editor.
"This...where did this come from?" Qingguan gritted his teeth.
Sheng Fang said: "Sister, do you remember Qingmu in front of your father?"
Qingguan nodded. A figure emerged in his mind, with a strong back and strong bones, a pair of piercing eyes, and a murderous look when he looked at people.
Everyone knows that General Shengqing has two bodyguards, one is Qingmu and the other is Chihuo. The two are brave, good at fighting and loyal, and they are the right and left arms of the general. Both men died in that massacre.
Sheng Fang closed his eyes in pain and said, "Sister, Qingmu did not die on the battlefield, he died in my arms." Qingguan's hands trembled, and her face turned pale in an instant.