Be Modest My Master Of Imperial Guards - Vol 5 Chapter 29

Commercial street, wind and snow.

Leng Qingtang touched the ground on one knee, slowly spreading his hands, his eyes lingering around him in shock and confusion.

“Why, why is this…why…”

He muttered to himself, shaking and shaking.

No one answered him.

The assassins gathered around him looked like him, all in amazement and astonishment.

“Gosh, this… what kind of monster is this?”

A dull sound of a steel knife falling on the snow mat, and a panic question came up.

Leng Qingtang hugged his head in pain and helplessly, thinking of something in vain.

“Yunxi… Yunxi——”

He jumped up instantly and rushed towards home.

South China letter is here!

Hua Nanxin went to find Yunxi!

At this moment, his wife is in a crisis of 100,000. As a husband, how can he not be in a hurry!

“Let the Governor catch him up!”

Yuexilou’s narrow fox’s eyes flew up and down, waving his fingers to make the remaining five men chase all the way.

The distance from the location of the accident to the rental house was not too far. With Leng Qingtang’s light power, he was fighting with the killers and hurried back soon.

The front courtyard door was closed tightly.

His wife, Yunxi, is inside.

His enemy, Hua Nanxin is also inside.

Hearing his own violent heartbeat, the anger in his eyes burned scarlet, and the stern eyebrows became deeper and deeper.

The iron palm splits the wooden door, and Leng Qingtang rushes in narrowly and yelling:

“Yun Xi——”

The two forbidden court guards in the front of the house hung long swords at their waists. The moment the door opened, their dark and temperatureless faces stood still, which was completely unexpected. I didn’t expect this man who had already been determined by the emperor. Can still appear in front of everyone at this moment.

They strode immediately, intending to stop Leng Qingtang from entering the house, but they heard a series of terrifying shouts from the shrill **** behind Liang Zhen:

“My master, what’s the matter with you!… Oh, my emperor… Your lord, why are you hurt… Oh, I said…”

The guards turned swiftly, and immediately settled on the spot as if the soles of their feet were taking root, their whole bodies chilled constantly.

A woman covered in blood stumbled out of the house, with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes.

Warm blood gurgled out of the body, and the air was filled with pungent blood.

The scene fell into peaceful silence.

When the people from Yuexi Building arrived, like the guards in the courtyard, they all opened their mouths in shock and stopped moving forward, staring blankly at the beautiful woman covered in blood leaning in front of the room, with a sneer and sneer. His eyes swept across those cruel demons with biting eyes.

Then, in their surprised and silent eyes, she dragged her weak body, one foot deep and the other shallow, walking forward with difficulty, slowly walking towards her husband.

Thick blood followed the curve of her figure, winding to the delicate ankle.

She stepped on her blood barefoot, and finally walked in front of him.

Even if the sharp blade penetrates through the body, Leng Qingtang did not feel any pain, but at this moment, the body is like petrification. Looking at the blood footprints that stretches all the way, I feel that the entire atrium seems to be delayed by something, no pain. By name.

His face was pale, his throat rattled, his sight was completely blocked by hot tears.

Behind him, a dark guard from the East Factory was horrified by the shocking scene, swallowed hard, and tremblingly raised his steel knife, howling and penetrating the opponent’s back.

“Monster, go to die—”

The blade broke out from Leng Qingtang’s chest.

At the same time, it seemed that an invisible force attacked her from behind Yunxi, causing her vulnerable body to lean forward suddenly, and a bigger gap appeared again in her upper body under the eyes of everyone.

The blood is pouring into the silvery earth wantonly.

“Bastard stuff—”

Suddenly, Yue Xilou understood something, and a stern palm wind tore up, and slammed it to the top of the dark guard’s head.

In an instant, the skull shattered, and the brain or blood burst all over.

The dark guard didn’t even snorted, and the body fell softly.

Yunxi lay in the arms of his beloved man, his dry and white lips worked hard, and a clear smile appeared.

“Husband, I’m sorry, I lied to you…”

She lifted up the **** cat, trying to touch Leng Qingtang’s face:

“I went to town with Huaer that day… I was looking for a wizard… I have already forged a blood alliance with you, and I’m blocking it. From then on, no one can hurt you anymore.”

“Yun Xi…”

Leng Qingtang opened her mouth dryly, unable to make a sound.

He hasn’t forgotten his cold war with her, and regrets it in his heart.

He covered her cold and **** little hands with his big warm hands, and looked at her pale face that could endure severe pain, his eyes splitting pain.

Tears broke the embankment, he bowed his head close to his wife’s forehead, crying bitterly:

“Lady, Yunxi…you are so stupid!”

Her body temperature was weakening a little bit, and her breathing was as slight as hairspring.

She tried to gather her loose eyes and focused on the man’s face.

When she was about to leave, her only wish was to see his every inch of his eyebrows and every trace of expression clearly, to brand his voice and every bit of life with her in the bottom of her heart and seal it deep in her soul.

She thought that after leaving with these memories, she would not be alone.

After those nightmares, she always had a foreboding that Hua Nanxin might turn back and find them at any time.

She promised Ann and Princess to protect her and make him happy. So she thought of forging a blood alliance.

She knew Hua Nanxin’s feelings towards her from beginning to end. Therefore, if she was against her husband, once Hua Nanxin attacked him, she would only be destroyed.

Only when Hua Nanxin completely loses the love in his heart and becomes frustrated, is it a powerful blow to him.

In other words, once Hua Nanxin is in trouble, her husband can only survive if she dies.

At this time and here, she finally returned the perfection in her heart. She smiled happily, and her expression was as graceful as the secluded night blooming in the quiet night, and the beauty of beauty and desolation was fleeting.

“Husband, Yunxi loves you. In this life, Yunxi’s favorite man is you…”

She looked at him deeply, her eyes flashed with intense reluctance, and she reluctantly talked intermittently, with a voice like a mosquito:

“If the world is not benevolent, I would like to block all kinds of hardships for you, turn the evil spirits into a path, and protect your life… Husband, live, you must live well…”

The voice faded away, and the cold **** hands slid from the man’s face.

The woman in her arms fell asleep peacefully, with a charming smile, her face was always beautiful and flawless.

Leng Qingtang gritted his teeth and whimpered in his chest, tears flowing continuously.

As time goes by, memories are running like a flood, and many pictures flash through my mind.

Spring feast, framed poisoning, changing antidote…

Scenes of love, hate, misunderstanding, and entanglement, parting, life and death, reunion…

How many times and every step, this strong and brave woman stood in front of him, struggling to stay in the past, leaving him the hope of life.

On the opposite side, Hua Nanxin broke away from the guards by splitting his palms. Wearing a blood-stained brocade robe, he was paralyzed in the snow with only two steps, his complexion pale.

Yunxi is gone?

Yunxi is gone!

In any case, he could not accept the cruel blow before him.

He is now in control of the imperial power, but he has lost his love.

Is this Yunxi’s hatred? Is Yunxi punishing him?

She knew that he loved her that way, but died in exchange for his lifelong remorse. That piercing feeling was the painful price he paid?

Hua Nanxin laughed sorrowfully, staring blankly at the man on the opposite side, and lifted the sleeping woman in his arms.

“Put her down, she is my woman!”

With this sad cry, the Dongchang and the forbidden court guards were eager to try again.

“Go away!”

Leng Qingtang’s furious roar directed at Xiao Han, his eyes swiftly passed over opponents one by one, turning to lock on the emperor standing up in the snow.

“Isn’t it enough?”

He stared at him angrily, his eyebrows were closed, and a pair of phoenix eyes were about to breathe fire:

“You killed Yun Xi, isn’t that enough? Are you satisfied if you have to kill Yunxi? Then come, just come—”

Hua Nanxin’s eyes filled with tears and a sad smile, slowly reaching out:

“Uncle Emperor, Yun Xi is dead. She is a dead person. Can’t you give her to me? If I don’t kill you, I will never kill you again. I only ask you to return her to me.”

Leng Qingtang gritted his teeth in resentment: “Never!”

“Yun Xi is dead. You killed her, don’t you know?”

Leng Qingtang felt a pain, stepped back and shook his head desperately:

“No, no, you are talking nonsense!”

Hua Nanxin smiled gently, full of coolness and viciousness, and confided in a long and long voice:

“In the beginning, if the emperor killed me on Kunhuang Island, Yunxi would not die, nor would the emperor’s Dongchang subordinates die. It was your indecision that killed them, didn’t they?”

Leng Qingtang was dumb, with a face like dust, looking at the silent woman in her arms, heartbroken.

South China Xindun lost his reason, and the cold light in his squinted eyes, raised his hand and pointed towards the past, and asked with a vengeful voice:

“Uncle Emperor, ask yourself, in the Dongchang, at the Admiral’s Mansion, did Yun Xi have a stable day with you? All her blood and tears shed because of you. She has a deep love for you. It’s enviable and jealous to be open to you. I can’t figure out how good you are and why do you have her love–”

I killed Yunxi…

I killed Yunxi!

Leng Qingtang stood absentmindedly in the snow, stung by the cold white light of ice and snow, making her eyes hurt.

His face turned upside down in pain, his pupils snapped, and a sorrowful roar burst out of his chest, bursting out:

“what–”

When the cold wind returned, the scattered snow flakes were **** red when they fell, like plum blossoms crumpled, and the remaining petals flying in the sky.

Tears rolled freely and flowed down the gloomy cheeks.

Those three thousand ink hairs rushed up amidst the roar of wind and desperate shouts of anger and despair. In the volley, they turned white inch by inch, as if the eternal frost and snow were dazzling and shocking. :,,