Chapter 100 The Changes of the Women

Long Qilan's killing intention was not directed at these nuns.

She rushed to Long Zhuyu and roared angrily: "Mother, give me Lingyue back!

It's all you!

You took him away, and you can't protect him!

I hate you so much!"

Long Qilan couldn't help crying while speaking.

There are so many women in the palace, and they can love Yue Qingling.

Even Huang Lixing is cooked.

Only she, Long Qilan, can't cross the line.

She can only hide her thoughts in her heart and practice the Yao Palace Heart Method every day to suppress the pain in her heart.

If life goes on like this, she will accept it.

As long as these women are a little more friendly to Lingyue, she is willing to protect her silently.

But now, she has completely exploded.

It's all because of the mother queen, it's all because of her!

As a female emperor of a country, she can't control her desires!

"Qilan, all the mistakes are mine, I know I am guilty.

Because of committing adultery, Yue Yan died.

I voluntarily became a monk, and from now on, I will accompany the ancient Buddha with the green lamp, chanting scriptures day and night to save Yue Yan's soul."

Long Zhuyu didn't even dare to open her eyes, tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes.

She was in unbearable pain, and just wanted to find a quiet place to heal.

Otherwise, she would really die of heartbreak.

Long Zhuyu, who had never loved a man, had no love when the late emperor was alive.

After a hundred years of hardship, she finally met a man who made her willing to act like a spoiled child.

This was her luck.

This year was also her happiest year.

However, God might think that she was not a good woman and did not deserve such a happy life, so he took away her most beloved man.

Long Zhuyu was completely shattered.

She felt that she was the culprit.

Since that was the case, she was willing to spend the rest of her life repenting!

"Qilan, Aunt Long is also in pain, please spare her."

Lin Qingyu grabbed Long Qilan and took her out gently.

The nuns outside did not dare to go in.

Lin Qingyu nodded to them, so they dared to go in carefully and continue their work.

Three thousand black hairs, with one knife, Long Zhuyu's beautiful head was hairless, revealing a perfect head.

She changed into a monk's robe and a cassock, and turned into a tall and pretty nun in a blink of an eye.

But there was no expression on her face.

When Yue Qingling died, her heart was completely dead.

Lin Qingyu sent Long Qilan back. Along the way, Long Qilan collapsed three times and cried and fell on the side of the road, not wanting to leave.

She had nothing left.

The person she loved was dead.

My mother also left home.

She really had nothing left...

Lin Qingyu almost carried her back.

She asked the palace maids to take good care of this desperate girl.

Then she walked out alone.

She felt exhausted physically and mentally at this time.

It is very difficult to keep a secret.

Especially seeing relatives and friends tortured by this secret.

But she is strong by nature and will never reveal a word!

She returned to her residence silently. Just as she entered the house and wanted to sit for a while, she heard movement from the inner room.

Then, Shen Rongrong, dressed in black, came out from the inner room.

It seems that she has been waiting here for a long time.

Lin Qingyu ignored her, sat at the table, and poured herself a cup of tea.

"He is dead, right?"

Shen Rongrong asked coldly with a blank expression, but her hands were still shaking.

Proof that her heart was bleeding constantly.

"Hehe, do you care? Others have the right to be sad, even Her Majesty the Empress, she also has a true love for Yue Qingling.

Shen Rongrong, what about you?

You only think about revenge, right?

Don't talk, really, you don't deserve to ask!"

Lin Qingyu said indifferently.

Shen Rongrong began to tremble all over. She came to Lin Qingyu and suppressed the pain in her heart: "He's dead, right?"

Shen Rongrong no longer had the energy to quarrel with Lin Qingyu.

"He's dead, died in the hands of your master, and there's not even any ashes left."

Lin Qingyu said indifferently.

"Why aren't you sad?" Shen Rongrong stared at her intently.

"What a joke, when I was sad, you were still busy being your head in the Nine Netherworld!"

Lin Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly sneered to cover it up.

The two were silent for a long time.

"Lin Qingyu, I beg you."

Shen Rongrong suddenly became humble.

"What do you want me to do?" Lin Qingyu looked at her warily.

Shen Rongrong knelt down slowly, leaning on her round thighs with both hands, and said softly with a pale face: "Fairy Lin, I give up, I beg you to tell me that he is not dead, okay?"

She reached out and grabbed Lin Qingyu's skirt, with an abnormal expectation on her face: "Fairy Lin, Sister Lin, Mistress Lin, I beg you, tell me that he is not dead.

As long as you say he is not dead, I will be your slave, like a cow and a horse..."

"You are crazy."

Lin Qingyu pulled the hem of her skirt, shook her hand away, and then left quickly.

This house cannot be stayed.

"Fairy Lin, please... wuwuwu... Fairy Lin..."

Shen Rongrong, who had been proud all her life, knelt down and cried behind her, crying and begging.

She might have seen something, but she might be mentally ill.

But no matter what it is, Lin Qingyu will never admit that Yue Qingling is faking her death.

These women reacted so violently.

She walked out of her courtyard, not knowing where to go to avoid the wind.

Lin Qingyu suddenly thought that Huang Lixing seemed to be still rational.

She didn't want to stay here, so she found the teleportation array and came to Lingjing Sect.

Lingjing Sect was still the same.

In the courtyard where the head lived, Lin Qingyu saw Huang Lixing practicing martial arts.

Huang Lixing held the shadow sword in her hand. Her swordsmanship was not very good, but she practiced very seriously.

Lin Qingyu sat in her yard for a while, feeling the long-lost tranquility.

After practicing sword, Huang Lixing put away the shadow sword, came to sit next to Lin Qingyu, poured her tea, and put out dried fruits.

"My aunt placed her consciousness on a jade stone. She asked me to sink it to the bottom of the lake. She wanted to practice quietly until she turned into a human form."

Huang Lixing looked at the shadow sword, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

"Ah."

Lin Qingyu sighed and said nothing.

"Xing'er, death is like the extinguishing of a lamp..." After a long time, Lin Qingyu said such a comforting word.

Huang Lixing did not react much, she just stared at a fallen leaf in the yard.

"Qingyu, I will work hard to practice, I will work hard.

I hate myself too much for not having the courage, hey, I will work hard..."

Lin Qingyu had almost rested here, and when she was about to leave, Huang Lixing told her another news.

"Su Muxue said that she was going to travel around the world, that's good, we should live our own lives in the future, so that we don't have to meet and think of sad things."

"Muxue is gone? What about Yunlin Mountain?"

"Yunlin Mountain? Of course it will be disbanded."

Who has the heart to care about Yunlin Mountain now?

On the way back, Lin Qingyu finally couldn't help but smile when there was no one around.

She looked at the sky in the west, a little missing, and a little relieved.

"Husband, this time, you should be very happy, right?"