The cold snowy night and the howling cold wind seemed to match the strange and bleak atmosphere of the Nancheng Cemetery.

What a good day for memorial service.

Cui Ling, wrapped in a shabby jacket, wore a torn felt hat on her head, and the white fluff was exposed from the cracks of the rag, and the strong wind flew everywhere.

It's so fucking cold!

When did Cui Ling, who was pampered and lived a favorable life, suffer such a crime?

He stomped his feet uncontrollably, tugging his clothes tightly, trying to keep a little warmth.

However, Han Feng did not intend to let him go, as he trembled all over his body.

The white stone tablet is engraved with beautiful small regular script characters.

Gao Lian'er.

That was Lian'er's handwriting.

After she died of illness, her parents found a character among her numerous handwritten calligraphy, which was her own name.

They hired the best craftsmen in Luoyang City and spent a lot of money.

The handwriting of Lian'er was written down and finally engraved on the stone tablet.

If Cui Ling has nostalgia for the moment of life and death, then it is that this is the person who is sleeping in this land forever.

He does not hide the fact that he is a man who fights for power and seeks pleasure.

But in his heart, he also understood that Lian'er's death was also one of the reasons that made him today.

If Lian'er is still alive, will everything be different?

Cui Ling often thinks this way, and in recent years, this idea has always appeared in his mind.

The short happy time he had when he was young was unforgettable.

Whenever he encounters difficulties and suffers in life, he will think of Lian'er. Her sweet and simple smile is the only light in his life.

Perhaps, a villain like him is destined to be unable to have this beauty.

That's why Lian'er died.

If he can leave the city smoothly tonight, this should be the last time between him and Lian'er.

From now on, life and death will never meet again.

He knelt affectionately in front of Gao Lian'er's tomb, his withered hands stroking back and forth on the dents of the stone tablet. The cold stone tablet could not convey the temperature.

At this moment, a noise suddenly sounded behind me.

He didn't look back, and he didn't dare to look back.

With intuition, he could tell that there was a sound of horse hooves in the chaotic sound.

who are they?

It wouldn't be the one who came to rescue him.

That should be the person from Dali Temple.

He knows who came to catch him.

Is he afraid of being caught?

Is he afraid of death?

He couldn't explain it clearly, but his first reaction was to control him.

He lay half-lying in front of the tombstones and slowly crawled out.

The noise behind him became clearer and clearer, and he could recognize that they were shouting Lian'er, Lian'er.

They actually know their lover.

Cui Ling was shocked. In a flash, he realized that it must be his wife who betrayed him.

Too hateful!

This woman!

He never felt a trace of warmth from her, and in the end, he was betrayed by her.

He was furious, but he was powerless. He could only escape from the siege like a big rat wandering in the cemetery, humbly and quietly.

But Lu Jingzhang won't let him do what he wants.

The Yulin Guard, who had a faster pace, had already contacted the guards at the four corners of the city gate.

Notify them to closely monitor the movements near the city gate, and be sure to not let a suspicious person go.

Lu Jingzhang led his subordinates to arrive a little later.

The cemetery in Nancheng is vast in size, and because it is not a palace cemetery of the Tang Dynasty royal family, there are no guards around it.

If you want to go in and out, you will do whatever you want, and no one cares about it at all.

High and low graves, falling tombstones, dark sky.

Now, even if Cui Ling is in this cemetery now, it will not be easy to find him.

Celebrities of the Gao clan passed by Lu Jingzhang's eyes, and the fire jumped, and he had no intention of carefully looking at their deeds.

Just care about their names.

No, none.

The men were buried in front of them, and there was no woman at all.

But Lu Jingzhang believes that He should not lie on this issue.

Several inner guards stepped forward and whispered: "Shaoqing, you can't find it everywhere, what should I do?"

"Sound it a little bit." Lu Jingzhang had a feeling that Cui Ling was in this cemetery now.

He held the torch and kept shaking. In the changing light, a figure appeared and disappeared.

"On there!" He restrained his inner excitement and rushed in front with a torch.

About ten feet away, next to a pile, a lonely stone tablet stands there.

He read that right, Cui Ling was there.

Cui Ling also felt the pursuit approaching. He didn't bother to hide his tracks, lying on the ground, crawling forward constantly.

Like an earthworm, or a dirty bed bug.

Several people confirmed Cui Ling's identity, but Lu Jingzhang stopped and ordered the inner guard to step forward and take a bow and arrow.

He shouted loudly: "Mr. Cui, show up!"

No response.

"I know you are there. If you don't reply, I'll shoot an arrow!"

At his instructions, the inner guard deliberately shot a few arrows.

The buzzing sound of Yoyo sounded in my ears.

Almost just brushing Cui Ling's ears and flying over.

The inner guard's voice was getting closer and closer, and Cui Ling was like a trapped beast, with no way out.

Under the threat, he collapsed.

He did not choose to escape or surrender.

"Liang'er, I'm here!"

A stone tablet suddenly appeared in front of him. In a trance, Cui Ling actually felt that it was Gao Lian'er's grave.

Even the handwriting on the stele was familiar to him.

He rushed up and knocked hard.

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jingzhang realized that something was wrong and immediately searched forward.

When they found Cui Ling leaning against the stone tablet, blood oozed out of his forehead and fell into a coma.

This is the best ending and the worst ending.

One is for Cui Ling himself, and the other is for the judge of Dali Temple.

It's a pity that he is still angry.

He is not dead yet.

"Carry away!" Lu Jingzhang ordered.

When Sun Fulu was waiting in the carriage, he saw Cui Lingzou coming out with his body straight, and naturally thought that this person had already died.

For him, it doesn’t matter whether Cui Ling is a person who is alive or dead.
To be continued...