Chapter 640 3rd Day

At that time, Ling Xian first entered the Great Zhou Dynasty and forged a grudge with the third prince.

After that, he openly killed the third prince in the imperial capital, provoking the emperor himself to take action, and the hatred was formed.

Now, the Great Zhou Emperor was beaten badly by him, and his face was completely lost. In this way, this feud is completely over.

Ling Xian believed that the lesson to the emperor today was enough, and presumably this person would spend the rest of his life in humiliation. It's worse than killing him.

Moreover, after today, the seventh princess will become the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Even if this person couldn't let go of this hatred, he didn't have the guts to attack Ling Xian.

If so, what else could he let go?

"I will stay here for a day, and I will leave after the seventh princess is enthroned tomorrow."

Ling Xian looked indifferent, gave the old man a meaningful look, and said, "Don't play tricks, otherwise, I can't guarantee whether I will bloodbath the royal family."

Hearing this, the old man shuddered and hurriedly said, "Don't dare, the Emperor and I have already agreed, so we will never do one face to face and one behind the other."

"So much the better."

Ling Xian nodded lightly, ignored the complicated faces of the two, and headed towards the Seventh Princess' mansion.

After a while, he saw the complicated seventh princess in the room of the seventh princess mansion.

She stood on the house, dressed in a brocade robe and blue silk fluttering in the wind. That pretty face is very complicated, with unbearable, joy, and shock.

Obviously, she has seen all the things that happened just now.

"It is said that the emperor's family has no kinship. It seems that you have deep feelings for the emperor." Ling Xian landed on the roof and spoke lightly.

"I still remember the warmth of being held in his arms when I was young. At that time, he liked me very much. No matter how busy the state was, he always came to accompany me, but I don't know when it started, both of us have changed. ."

The Seventh Princess sighed with emotion and said, "He has become indifferent, and I have become scheming, and I only want to ascend to the throne."

Hearing this, Ling Xian was silent.

"I made you laugh."

The seventh princess laughed at herself,

He bowed deeply towards Ling Xian and said, "Thank you for not killing your father, and thank you for helping me ascend to the throne."

"I said, thank Tsing Yi if you want."

Ling Xian waved his hand, remembering the face of Li Wu's light smile, his expression was a bit lonely and a bit sad.

"It was her misfortune to meet you."

When she thought that Lin Qingyi was willing to give her life for Ling Xian, but did not want to drag him down, the seventh princess was angry.

Angry that he does not fight, but also anger that he is too stupid.

"Unfortunate..."

Ling Xian smiled bitterly, recalling what Lin Qingyi had done for himself, his heart was full of sourness, and he sighed: "Yes, it is indeed her misfortune to meet a bastard like me."

Seeing his face full of bitterness, the anger of the Seventh Princess disappeared, turned into unbearable, and said, "Sorry, I said the wrong thing.

"No, you're right."

Ling Xian sighed and said, "Tsing Yi has done too much for me, but I haven't done anything for her."

"You can't say that. Tsing Yi told me your story. You saved her twice."

The Seventh Princess said softly, "Also, Tsing Yi said before she died that she would not regret meeting you."

"Don't regret it..."

Muttering a word, Ling Xian fell silent. After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Take me to the Tsing Yi grave to see, I want to stay with her for a while."

"Go and have a look, come with me."

The seventh princess secretly rejoiced that she was well prepared, and then she flew towards the back of the mansion.

Ling Xian followed closely behind.

After a while, he and the seventh princess came to a pine forest.

The mountains and rivers here are beautiful and the scenery is pleasant. Anyone who sees it will be amazed. However, Ling Xian felt that the place was cold and quiet, and he was not angry at all.

Because in the depths of the pine forest, stood a lonely grave with three words clearly engraved on it.

Lin Qingyi.

The breeze was blowing, and Ling Xian felt colder and colder. He just stared blankly, tears unknowingly blurring his vision.

"Oh, why bother."

The Seventh Princess sighed and drifted away, leaving this place to Ling Xian.

But he was like a clay sculpture, unable to move or speak. Only the eyes stained with tears stayed on the lonely grave.

After a long, long time, Ling Xian regained his senses, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He never dreamed that when he was resurrected against the sky, he would usher in the death of Xiangxiaoyu, and heaven and man would be separated forever.

"Tsing Yi... I'm sorry, I came back late."

Ling Xian sighed and walked slowly. Every step he took was very difficult, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Obviously, this section of the road is only a few dozen steps away, but he seems to have walked for a long century.

And when he came to the front and back of the grave, he stood still again.

No wailing, no groaning of sadness, just silence, dead silence. Like this solitary tomb, silent and cold, lifeless.

With the breeze blowing, Ling Xian became colder and more silent.

He stretched out his right hand tremblingly, and slowly stroked the black stone tablet and the words Lin Qingyi. As if this could bring him some comfort.

Tears also fell, gently falling to the stone tablet.

After that, without saying a word, he took out a large jar of spirits from his storage bag.

"Maybe if you're drunk, you won't feel sad."

Muttering a word, Ling Xian turned his wrist and pointed the wine jar to his mouth. After that, the spirits entered his internal organs, like a fire, causing his complexion to turn red.

But as if he didn't realize it, he still poured into his stomach with big mouthfuls, as if he wanted to get drunk and sleep forever.

However, the more he drank, the more sober he became.

Lin Qingyi's voice, face and smile kept flashing in his mind, and the beautiful pictures of getting along with her also appeared one by one.

The past is vivid in my mind, as if it was just yesterday, clearly visible.

It's a pity that Yiren has passed away and will die forever, leaving Lingxian alone to grieve alone.

"Tsing Yi..."

Ling Xian called softly, then smiled bitterly and drank strong wine.

But unfortunately, he just couldn't get drunk, he could only let the sadness hit him and shed two lines of tears.

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The next day, the seventh princess ascended the throne and became a new generation of emperor of the Zhou Dynasty.

And the first thing she did when she ascended the throne was to designate her former mansion as a forbidden area, and no one was allowed to enter.

The second thing is to form an alliance with Wan Jianzong, to live and die together, to advance and retreat together.

Three days later, a young man walked out of the mansion of the Seventh Princess, which had become a forbidden land.

His eyes were sunken, his face was pale, and the smell of alcohol was all over him. However, although he looked very decadent, his eyes were not dim at all.

It was Ling Xian.

He did not collapse, but instead strengthened his belief in reaching the top. Because Lin Qingyi didn't want him to be decadent, and because he wanted to resurrect her.

"Go to the top, and control your own destiny, and the destiny of others."

Ling Xianyao looked at the inextinguishable scorching sun, and the road ahead became clearer and firmer.

After that, he split the void with his bare hands and flew in the direction of the three royal families.

The grievances with the Great Zhou Dynasty have been completely settled. Next, he should find the three royal families and settle the old accounts.

... (..)(Nine Immortals../22/22592/)--(Nine Immortals)