C237

Liang Guangxiang explained: "The scouts are not the most powerful in terms of martial arts, the most powerful are disguising techniques and Qing Gong.

Consort Dowager Ling was panicking, "If she tells Song Yunqian about this, what should I do?"

"No, she's not that kind of person. Furthermore, her focus is not here, but on the Empress Dowager."

"Just by grabbing onto our weakness, she can control us, just like Song Yunli, don't think so highly of her." The Consort Dowager Ling said unhappily.

Liang Guangxiang explained: "It's not that I think highly of her, but that she doesn't need to use us to control us. I'm still a member of the Flying Dragon Sect, as long as she gives the order, I can't disobey, unless I'm really out of the Flying Dragon Sect."

"Have you considered leaving the Flying Dragon Sect?" Consort Dowager Ling asked.

Liang Guangxiang was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Let's think about it again."

The Consort Dowager Ling knew that it was difficult for him. After all, the identity of the Flying Dragon Sect had been in his ancestors since the very beginning. Once he left the Flying Dragon Sect, it was for Song Yunli to betray the Flying Dragon Sect.

The last thing she wanted was for him to make things difficult for her.

She knew that she had pushed him into this dilemma.

If it wasn't for her, he would be able to calmly be the elder of the Grand Commandant and himself.

It would not be easy to climb to the position of Grand Commandant.

"I'm sorry," she said sadly. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in this dilemma. I've changed your whole life."

Liang Guangxiang lovingly hugged her, "What nonsense are you saying? For a martial artist like me to be cared for by you, it is already a blessing from the heavens. No matter what I do for you, I think it is worth it. "

In the past, he thought that the future was the most important for a man, and that his family's elders had once talked about him having no children. At first, he thought that it was because of his wife, but even after marrying a concubine and unable to give birth to a child, he realized that it was his own fault.

However, the man had always kept these things a secret from the doctor. Plus, he believed that the matter of his son's breathing was fated by the heavens. If there was one, it was bestowed by the gods. If there was none, it was lacking in virtue.

Until three years ago, when Lv Ning sent an envoy to the Southern Champion States for the emperor to temporarily replace him as the commander of the imperial palace.

From the moment he met the Consort Dowager Ling, his life had undergone a tremendous change.

She was an unusual person in the harem. She did not like being close to others, nor did she like paying respects to Empress Dowager. When the Grand Concubine came to find her, she also avoided them.

She remembered the first time she brought people to patrol outside her hall. She sat on a swing, both hands on the swing's rope, and spoke to a palace maid while slightly bending her body.

She was very beautiful, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. When she spoke, her eyebrows flew up, and her obsidian eyes were like wine.

Perhaps it was because she noticed that someone was watching her, she raised her head and glanced at him indifferently. Her expression suddenly became cold.

When he entered the hall to pay his respects, she only replied indifferently and sent him off.

From then on, he would enter the palace with his men almost every day to patrol. Although that wasn't his job, it was all for the sake of seeing her smile on the swing, and it was worth it even if it attracted criticism.

That night, he drank some wine at his colleague's party, her face lingering in his mind.

Since the arrangements were made during the day, there was almost no need for him to enter the palace at night. However, whether it was due to the effects of alcohol or something else, he chose to enter the palace at all costs.

When he entered the palace, it was already late at night. He knew that she had probably already gone to bed.

Sure enough, she patrolled to the front of her hall. The hall was already pitch black, so she fell asleep.

A strong sense of loss arose in his heart, and he stood blankly in front of the hall for a long time.

Until the palace guard stepped forward and asked, "Sir, what are you looking at?"

He gathered his thoughts, hoping that no one would be able to see it. He then replied, "I think there's something wrong inside."

The palace guard took a look, "What's wrong?"

"Maybe I was wrong." After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away.

However, before he could get very far, he heard waves of screams from within the hall. "I went into the water, I went into the water …"

The palace guard suddenly turned around. "Oh my god, there's really something wrong."

Before the palace guard could finish his words, he had already run away.

The place where she went into the water happened to be the imperial concubine's bedchamber.

By the time he rushed over, the fire had already spread far and wide. Eunuch and palace maid wanted to rush in to save him, but the fire was too strong to rush in.

"Lord Grand Commandant, the imperial concubine is inside. Please save her!" A palace maid saw him coming and cried for help.

When he heard that the imperial concubine was still at the fire, he panicked and threw his cloak in front of her, rushing into the fire.

He rushed in and saw her hiding in a corner, the fire spreading ahead but not behind. In her hand was an oil lamp, and the oil was gone. She just stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do.

The firelight made her face turn red, and when she saw him, her eyes suddenly lit up. He knew that it was the joy of being saved, not the joy of seeing him.

But no matter what, it was worth it to be able to see the joy in her eyes.

"Imperial Consort, quickly leave!" He stepped forward.

Consort Dowager Ling looked at the fire with a scared expression, then said: "My ankle has twisted, I can't leave."

The wind began to turn, and the fire gradually approached. He gritted his teeth and said softly, "Imperial Consort, your subject has offended you."

He stepped forward and picked her up. She was so frightened that the tung oil lamp in her hand landed with a thud.

She laid her head in his arms, looking very alarmed, her body trembling slightly.

He knew that she was scared because of the torch. He felt pain in his heart as he whispered: "Don't worry, we will go out immediately."

He wrapped his cloak around her so that she wouldn't see the blaze and carried her out.

In the confusion, he felt her arms around his neck, drawing closer to him, and he could even hear the thump of her heart, and she was terrified.

They had just rushed out when the beams of the hall collapsed, and there was a loud bang as black smoke filled the air and sparks flew in all directions.

Only when he put her down did he realize that his back clothes were on fire and that he didn't feel any pain at all.

When the palace guards came forward to help him extinguish the fire, he felt waves of burning pain on his back.

"Oh my god, you're hurt!" she said, looking at him in horror.

"This subject is fine, your imperial concubine need not worry for this subject." Although he was grimacing in pain, he managed a smile to comfort her.

"Pass on the imperial physician!" she cried, and rushed from the side hall where the fire was about to spread.

When he saw her rush into the fire, he was so frightened that he almost choked. He then rushed in, only to see her carrying a jar of wine. When she saw him come in, she angrily rebuked, "You're injured. Why did you come in?"

He said in a daze, "Your subject fears that the imperial concubine will be injured."

She was startled as well, and walked out. "Come out."

He followed her out, and she made him sit on the floor, then poured wine on his wounded back.

The ice-cold feeling instantly took away the burning pain. At that moment, he felt as if his soul was trembling.