Gu Shunzhang's pupils shrank, and there was no sign, and he stabbed him with a sword.

"No!" Lin Qingdai knew that Gu Shunzhang was scheming, and she knew that what he said just now was to defeat all of Dulun Qizhen's confidence.

When his enemy lost all confidence, the sword in his hand had no capital to kill. So he took the opportunity to fight back!

"Be careful!" Ruoxi's three flying knives had already escaped!

"Puff" a muffled sound made by a sword piercing his chest.

Then three flying knives came through the air, and time became extremely slow at this moment.

The sword penetrated Lin Qingdai's chest and then came out of his back heart with bright red blood. The blood tickled, dyeing the white stone slabs red.

Gu Shunzhang's eyes were wide open, and he was unbelievable that the woman he loved deeply actually blocked his killing sword for another man!

The woman he loved the most in his life, the only woman he did not dare to attack in his life, was bleeding from his sword.

He collapsed instantly!

He also felt the three flying knives attacking him, and he did not hide, nor did he want to hide.

His beloved woman died under his sword. Is this all karma?

Three flying knives pierced his head, neck, and chest.

"Bang" The two miserable mandarin ducks fell down with a bang. They still opened their eyes wide and tried to see each other clearly. Then they looked at each other for the last time. Maybe they made an appointment to love each other again in the next life and be a real couple.

Their hands slowly held each other and tightly held each other. Their mouths opened and closed and seemed to want to say something, but what was flowing out was a dazzling bright red, so dazzling in the sun!

Their blood flowed out, flowing into the gaps in the stone streets, slowly converging together, entangling the fate of the next life.

The crowd of onlookers pointed and heard nothing at this moment.

Dulun Qizhen looked at the two of them and saw that all the resentment disappeared at this moment, and a few living lives disappeared in this day.

Ruoxi looked at the two people holding their hands tightly, and felt infinitely in her heart. Maybe one day she would be like this with Dulun Qizhen, and she couldn't imagine it.

His and her fate just began in the Qing Dynasty.

Later, Dulun Qizhen buried the two miserable mandarin ducks together. The villagers who believed in evil said that there were often two magpies standing on the two graves, chattering, arching their heads, driving them away, and they would come back soon.

Some people also said that two flowers entangled together and unknown names grew on the grave. They were extremely tough and difficult to break with a sickle.

Han Yurong didn't cry after learning that her sister was dead, but her snack bar has been closed since then and has never opened again.

Dulun Qizhen once gave her one thousand taels of silver, but after that, he never found their siblings again.

Later, when Dulun Qizhen opened the door, the silver notes were still on the table, but they were covered with dust.

They left and left this sad place.

Ruoxi was also left, and Dulun Qizhen went to see her off.

He promised to see her off. One day, the sun was shining, and her pomp was also very impressive. Cuihua, a 100-person team, was dressed in a furious horse, and a large number of sword-wearing guards in bright yellow clothes, were majestic.

He kept carrying the Jade Guanyin she asked for him closely, and he also gave him something, a sketch he drew for himself.

He ran to the kitchen himself, found the carbon black, and outlined it in the mirror.

Since Ruoxi left, he has also been organizing the matter of entering Beijing.

He decided to take the sea route to the capital, which was faster than Nalan Yuning and their frames.

Since the death of the Durum family, the old concubine has also become ill. Fortunately, there is nothing serious about it. Now all the business is left to Durum Qizhen to take care of.

But now the Durham Mansion is much deserted all of a sudden, and Xiang Ming is never seen again, and Xing'er is chattering and talking nonsense.

Sometimes Dulun Qizhen was idle all of a sudden and sat in the courtyard. In a trance, he seemed to be able to see the two petite figures, and their every frown and smile was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Under the grape trellis and among the flowers, they seemed to be able to see them playing and playing. But when they looked carefully, their smiles at themselves slowly faded and disappeared.

The "Belle" and "son-in-law" they shouted at were slowly disappearing, and everything was just an illusion.

He wished they were still alive. Now that he served himself, he could never find a good girl as considerate as Xiangming. When washing her face, she would also taste the Xiangming that appeared in the water. She was still as petite and lovely as before, and she seemed to be able to vaguely hear him say, "Sister Beller washes your face."

Only after losing can you understand what cherishing is.

In a few days he will set sail, leave this sad place, and go to the capital to start his own career.

There is also the one who went to the capital to wait for Ruoxi, who could not let go and could not forget.

Sister Lan Xin has already booked a ship, which is a ship that often travels to Beijing to transport goods.

She would go to the capital with Durum Qizhen to start the business of improving the cheongsam of their Durham family.

The Durham family now has a semicolon for shipments to the capital. When they arrive, the finished products will also be officially released.

The carriage squeaked and walked on the official road, making people drowsy. There is still some distance to the estuary.

The hot summer is indeed hard to bear, especially in this carriage without air conditioning, which is extremely hot.

Fortunately, Dulun Qizhen took off a layer of coat, but Sister Lan Xin was sweating profusely, but she had no choice but to do anything.

Dulun Qizhen opened the curtain and said to the groom: "Uncle Fu, stop for a while!"

The carriage stopped, and Dulun Qizhen said, "Sister Lan Xin, let's go down and have a rest. It's too hot."

Dulun Qizhen jumped out of the carriage first, then carefully supported Sister Lan Xin. Finally, both of them sat on a bluestone under the shade of a tree and fanned the wind.

The mountain wind brings a coolness, the mountains in the distance are green and the mist is curling.

The scenery in ancient times was indeed good, but unfortunately he secretly regretted not having a digital camera to take it, but now he is refreshed and happy to see it.

Uncle Fu handed the water, but the water was a little hot at the moment.

Uncle Fu said, "Master Beile wait, I am familiar with this area. There is a stream ahead. The old slave goes to get it for Master Beile again."

At this moment, a sparse sound came from the forest, followed by a group of ragged people walking slowly in the forest.

Some carried children on their backs, while others carried the elderly. However, from their clothes and dress, they were not from the people of the Qing Dynasty, but from the Silla people.

Among the three, only Uncle Fu can understand their language.

Gulun Lanxin said: "Uncle Fu, go and ask, why these Silla people have come here."

"Yes, I'll ask clearly now."
Chapter completed!