Chapter 322 Remove the fog and recreate the past

An Pingzhi's words sounded like a muffled thunder in Leng Xuanrong's ear. She looked at An Pingzhi in surprise and had not changed her mind for a long time.

What did he say? Is he going to let himself kill Du Yilin?

"Ceng Xuanrong, you should understand now that King Xiaohan and I, you have to choose one side in the end." After saying this, An Pingzhi breathed a sigh of breath. He sat opposite Leng Xuanrong and said lightly, "King Xiaohan is dedicated to guarding their royal family. The interests of the royal family are more important to him than anything else. Don't think how much Du Yilin trusts the fifth gentleman of the imperial palace. For him, these people, including your father, are all chess pieces in his hand and will be used by him. What will happen when he uses you? Did he promise to let your father go? I guess not. Because he won't." An Pingzhi smiled and said, "He will send your father to the criminal department for trial and let him admit his guilt. Only in this way can he stand up and testify against my father. When you bring down my father, Du Yilin, the king of Xiaohan, has gained stability, and the emperor enjoys a stable country, but what can your father and daughter of the Leng family get? Your father is going to prison. What will you do then? Are you going to ask Du Yilin? Do you think you can still enter the gate of Xiaohan Palace at that time?

Leng Xuanrong lowered her head and listened to An Pingzhi's words silently. What he said was not wrong at all. In her previous life, Leng Xuanrong successfully killed An Longyi and He Lijing according to what Du Yilin said, but what did she get in the end? One knife passed across the neck, and the blood splashed three feet. In this life, wouldn't the ending be the same?

A cold wind blew, and Leng Xuanrong suddenly sneered.

An Pingzhi had something to say, but when he heard Leng Xuanrong bow his head and sneered, An Pingzhi couldn't help frowning.

Leng Xuanrong looked up slowly and couldn't stop sneering, and a faint cold light flashed in his eyes. It was the first time that An Pingzhi saw such a cold Xuanrong. He was a little surprised and could almost feel the cold and murderous atmosphere gradually rising from Leng Xuanrong's body.

"The eldest son is right. Between you and Du Yilin, I must choose one. Although Leng Xuanrong is not a smart person, I also know that self-protection is the most important thing. I choose the person who can protect me in the future. What I want to kill is naturally the person who blocked my life in front of me.

An Ping heard Leng Xuanrong say this, and the uncomfortable feeling that just appeared in his heart suddenly disappeared. Leng Xuanrong, a woman, is often unexpected, but An Pingzhi has spent so long to deal with her, and he still knows a lot of details about her. This woman is a little vicious, but this is the only place that makes Anping like and thinks it can be used.

Leng Xuanrong is very close to Du Yilin, the king of Xiaohan, and also very close to An Pingzhi. An Pingzhi knows that the king of Xiaohan has the same idea as himself, that is, to use this Leng Xuanrong to do for himself. No matter what the ultimate purpose of Du Yilin, the king of Xiaohan, An Pingzhi has absolute confidence in the price he proposed. .

"I will arrange everything for you, Leng Xuanrong. At that time, you just need to do what I say and you will be foolproof."

The time has not come, and An Pingzhi doesn't want to reveal too much to Leng Xuanrong. The words have been made clear enough, and now it depends on how Leng Xuanrong chooses.

"The child named Shouju around you went out to inform you, right? I hope the young master of the imperial palace will listen to your advice and not participate in this matter, otherwise... hum."

After saying this, An Pingyi shook his sleeves and left, leaving Leng Xuanrong alone in this wooden building in a daze.

I don't know how long it took for Leng Xuanrong to come to her senses. The last words of An Pingzhi made Leng Xuanrong shudder. Up to now, the last person she wants to involve is Dou Haowei. If Dou Haowei is in danger for her, Leng Xuanrong will never forgive herself.

The layers of fog in front of him gradually dispersed. Leng Xuanrong looked at her fingers and could calculate it in her heart. There were still five days before she killed An Longyi in her previous life, and she was also close to her death in her previous life. At the beginning, she thought that everything in this life was different from her previous life, but now she feels that the difference is just her own illusion. She is still in this huge whirlpool and has to struggle for the final decision. What's different now is that she has a more solid reason and a clearer purpose in her heart. The person she wants to kill is her enemy. There is no need for any other excuse. She will not be soft-hearted or hesitate anymore. There is only one way to live, and I will definitely go on this way.

When Leng Xuanrong returned from the barren courtyard to the small courtyard where she lived, she found that Shouju still did not come back. Leng Xuanrong guessed that it was probably that An Pingzhi deliberately let Shouju to send letters and would not let him come in again.

The room was cold. Leng Xuanrong slowly walked to the inner bedroom, fell on the bed and closed her eyes. She seemed to be able to see Yan Liang's face. She has decided everything, but she still can't know the life and death of Brother Yan Liang. If Brother Yan Liang dies, what should she do? Even if she succeeds, without her father and Brother Yan Liang, what else can she have left? Do you live with the sorrow of two lives? No, she is not that strong. Dead? Once you die, it will be a hundred, but in that case, what is the struggle in front of you?

Leng Xuanrong's eyes seemed to dry up. She could no longer cry as when she first returned to this world. At that time, there was as much bitterness and sweetness in the tears. Now, Leng Xuanrong finally understands. Now she can't cry at all, and she can't fall a tear.

It was not night, but Leng Xuanrong felt that she could not see anything in front of her. She seemed to return to the execution ground full of people, as if she was kneeling there again. The cold wind was blowing, but Leng Xuanrong did not know what fear was.

Fear, even if you don't understand, it is still difficult to escape. At least her body was trembling, and her heart kept shouting about her unwillingness. She was bullied and lonely. Why is her fate so unfair? Why should she suffer so much?

unwilled. She is unwilling.

But if she goes back to that time now, Leng Xuanrong may silently accept everything, with a knife across her neck and blood splashing three feet. What's wrong with this end?

After her rebirth, she struggled, she revenged, she was happy, she was frightened, she was lost, but what has been left to her so far?

Is it worth it? Is it worth it?

Leng Xuanrong bit her teeth fiercely, and her body kept shaking, but her eyes were extremely dry and there were no tears at all.

Not at all.

In front of the imperial palace, a young family man stretched out his hands and confronted an eleven- or two-a-half-year-old child. The two were facing each other like playing with an eagle and catching chickens, but the boy's expression was more like fighting with the doorkeeper for his life.

"I'm looking for Mr. Haowei! I'm looking for Mr. Haowei!"

"Who said he would look for my young master? And he is not in the emperor's mansion!"

"I don't believe it! You are lying!"

"Why did I lie to you!"

"So where is he?"

"How do I know!"

The doorkeeper was very annoyed by the half-big child in front of him. If it hadn't been for the fact that the gatekeepers had not been allowed to violently drive the people here to make trouble, the family would have been fisted.

Seeing that the other party didn't look like lying, Shouju finally stood up and stopped his aggressive look. He looked frustrated and looked very anxious. He stepped forward and bowed deeply to the Ding and said, "Brother, my young lady is now in danger. She wants me to come out and bring a message to Mr. Haowei. If I can't bring this, my young lady may... she may..."

With that, the corners of Shouju's eyes were wet and he was about to cry.

The doorkeeper saw that the boy had just looked quite horizontally and was about to cry in a blink of an eye. He was also a little caught off guard and hurried forward to ask, "Who is your Miss?"

Shouju sobbed, "Ceng Xuanrong..."

"Ah!" The doorkeeper patted his forehead and said to Shouju in a low voice, "You said it was Miss Leng... My young master probably went to Xiaohan's palace, but you can't enter Xiaohan's palace now. If you go back and report to Miss Leng, she should be able to get in."

Shouju glanced at the doorkeeper when he heard the words and scolded in his heart. I just said that my young lady was in danger and couldn't get out. How could she go in person?

However, Shouju didn't talk nonsense to his family, so he ran to Xiaohan's palace.

In front of Xiaohan's palace, he was heavily guarded and tried several times to break in, but was finally stopped by the guard guard. No matter what he said, those people just didn't let him in. In the end, those people were annoyed and simply pulled out their waist with knives to scare him. Shouju did not dare to break in again, so he had to stay in a corner in the distance, hoping that Mr. Haowei could come out of this door.

It gradually darkened, and there were many people entering and leaving the Xiaohan Palace, but when they got on and off the sedan chair, they could see clearly. Most of them were old men in official uniforms, and Mr. Haowei had never appeared. Until the lantern was picked up in front of the gate of the king's palace, the house was still guarded in the distance.

The cold wind blew on the street, and he couldn't help but trembling. He was surprised to find that even if it was late at night, there was still an endless stream of people coming in and out of Xiaohan's palace. Could it be that something happened in Xiaohan's palace? Shouju guessed. At this moment, Shouju's eyes lit up and rushed to the tall door.

"Mr. Haowei! Mr. Haowei!"

Shouju finally saw Dou Haowei's figure. He let go of his throat and shouted, and saw Mr. Haowei looking at him.

The guards guarded the door and rushed forward to capture the guard. Fortunately, Dou Haowei saw the guard and hurriedly let him go.

"Mr. Haowei! My lady...my young lady..." Shouju didn't say anything, and saw Dou Haowei shaking his head vigorously at him, as if he didn't let him say anything.

Shouju hurriedly covered his mouth. At this time, Dou Haowei stepped forward and pulled Shouju's clothes and pulled him into the soft sedan chair.