Jian Zhaoxing

Chapter 429 The People of Daliang
But what's the use of that?

Lin Zhiqing continued moving, and the flute music became clearer and higher.

Lu Huai seized the opportunity, taking advantage of the brief pause in the flute music among the surrounding henchmen, and killed several people with a single sword strike to the throat.

The woman holding the umbrella frowned, the tip of the umbrella touching the ground.

The umbrella opened again and began to spin rapidly.

As it spun, numerous hidden weapons flew out from inside the umbrella.

Lin Zhiqing's pupils contracted, and she stopped playing the flute.

Lu Huai grabbed her and leaped onto the roof.

Those who had been briefly controlled by the flute music regained their senses and, seeing the already cold corpses of their companions around them, gritted their teeth and charged towards Lu Huai.

Lu Huai blocked Lin Zhiqing behind him, drawing his sword to stop those who wanted to come up.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Zhiqing raised his head and played the flute again.

Seeing this, the woman holding the umbrella lightly touched the ground with her toes, stepped on the corpses of the fallen people, and flew towards Lu Huai.

She hooked the tip of Lu Huai's sword with her umbrella and flicked it backward.

But the long sword was not pried open as expected; instead, it remained firmly in Lu Huai's hand.

Under the moonlight, Lu Huai's features appeared exceptionally defined.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes filled with disdain:
"Jiang Liuyun's judgment is getting worse and worse."

In a simple sentence, the sarcasm is palpable.

The woman holding the umbrella laughed instead of getting angry: "You're quite interesting, being able to withstand my attack."

"In that case, I'll have a good show for you!"

Her eyes were like those of a venomous snake; in her eyes, Lu Huai seemed like a lamb to the slaughter.

She turned the umbrella handle, instantly creating distance between herself and Lu Huai, and looked at Lin Zhiqing, who was playing the flute.

Lu Huai and Lin Zhiqing occupied the high ground, and the moonlight stretched their shadows long.

The two worked together seamlessly, and soon, all the men in black who had been densely packed together were killed, leaving only seven or eight survivors.

If the two were separated, their chances of success would obviously be much greater.

Thinking of this, the woman holding the umbrella did not hesitate to flip to Lu Huai's side, and then used the power of the umbrella to leap up and grab Lin Zhiqing's shoulder.

Lu Huai sensed something was wrong. After killing one of the people in front of him, he quickly bent down and attacked the lower body of the woman holding the umbrella.

Sensing the murderous intent, the woman with the umbrella abandoned her attempt to capture Lin Zhiqing, took a step back, and retreated to the roof of another building.

She sat down on the roof and gently rested her chin on her hand.

The few clothes they had were blown about by the wind, creating a unique and charming effect.

Lu Huai merely glanced at them before mercilessly killing the last man.

Lin Zhiqing's flute playing stopped as he moved.

Lu Huai glanced at the bloodstains on the longsword and frowned slightly:

"The flute music is useless against her!"

The "she" in question refers to the woman holding the umbrella.

Lin Zhiqing also realized this, which is why she didn't continue to waste her efforts.

With one side remaining still and the other moving, a stalemate has been established.

Lu Huai stepped forward with his sword, but felt a warm, smooth touch on his hand.

Lin Zhiqing pressed his hand down, and he obediently stopped.

Lin Zhiqing took a slight step forward and said:

"Where are you from?"

"What a joke! This Dasheng is so big, why are you asking about my background?" the woman with the umbrella said calmly.

She had already realized that the two of them working together were a real headache.

They can't escape, and she can't kill them, so talking for a while to buy some time is no problem.

"You're not one of Da Sheng!" Lin Zhiqing's tone was very firm. But only Lu Huai, who knew her well, knew that she was actually testing him when she said those words.

The woman holding the umbrella remained calm and composed, deliberately creating the illusion of being expressionless.

"How ridiculous, little sister. So what if you know where I came from? Do you think you can just send that young master next to you to my residence?"

Although she was trying to control her expression as she said this, Lin Zhiqing still caught her slightly trembling eyelashes and the gradually tightening muscles in her nose.

This indicates that she was wary at this time and resisted Lin Zhiqing's probing.

She is definitely not from Dasheng.

In addition, Lin Zhiqing also deduced that this group of people should know him and Lu Huai very well.

Not only did he know the function of her jade flute, but he also knew how to control his expression in front of her.

Lin Zhiqing didn't believe that Jiang Liuyun hadn't deliberately instructed or trained him.

"Are you from Daliang?" she asked.

This is just speculation.

Judging solely from the woman's appearance and accent, Lin Zhiqing couldn't discern any significant flaws.

But she remembered very clearly that when Lu Huai told her about the Zhenyuan Marquis's Mansion and the Minister of War embezzling border grain, he mentioned that the Zhenyuan Marquis's Mansion might have some dealings with the people of Daliang.

Adding to the eerie sounds and poisonous insects from the flower field earlier, and the woman's daring attire, the image of the Great Liang Dynasty immediately came to Lin Zhiqing's mind.

She deliberately spoke directly to observe the woman holding the umbrella's facial reaction, in order to judge whether her statement was correct or not.

The woman with the umbrella spoke more slowly this time than when she was speaking hastily before.

She lifted her eyelids and found Lin Zhiqing staring at her without moving. She then raised her hand to yawn, trying to cover it up.
"Boring, you talk too much. No wonder nobody likes you."

She neither confirmed nor denied it, thus changing the subject.

Although he did not answer, Lin Zhiqing saw this as no different from admitting it directly.

She said no more and quickly turned to look at Lu Huai: "He's from Daliang."

After saying that, he took a step back and returned to Lu Huai's side.

Hearing her words, the woman with the umbrella frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"If you're so capable, come out and challenge me. What's the point of always hiding behind men?"

An extremely poor tactic of provocation.

Lin Zhiqing was not an impulsive person, and she knew that staying behind Lu Huai at this time was the best course of action.

Rushing out to show off is no different from suicide.

Lu Huai raised his long sword and aimed it at the woman holding the umbrella, his killing intent evident.

The woman holding the umbrella slowly stood up.

Once her identity was revealed, the flippancy in her expression vanished.

"Everyone says that Lu Zhen's son, Lu Huaiwen, is weak and useless, a bookworm who only knows how to read books. But now it seems that such rumors are not to be trusted."

"I wonder if the imperial court knows that Young Master Lu is skilled in both literature and martial arts, yet still favors the Lin family?"

After saying that, she opened the umbrella again.

Under the cover of night, her figure was graceful, but the atmosphere here was filled with a chilling tension.

"I suspect the imperial court is more interested in knowing why people from the Great Liang were swaggering into Shengjing City." Lin Zhiqing frowned.

"Or perhaps, why would people from Daliang collude with the Zhenyuan Marquis's mansion to do things for the Jiang family?"

Both are threats, but Lin Zhiqing's threat is clearly more effective.

The woman holding the umbrella rested the handle on her shoulder, her lips so red they looked like they were dripping blood.

"Since that's the case, then today... let's see who can live to tell the court those things!"

As those words dissipated in the wind, the woman with the umbrella was gone in the blink of an eye.

"Watch out!" Lu Huai had barely spoken when Lin Zhiqing had already brought the flute to her lips.

The next moment, the woman holding the umbrella appeared before Lin Zhiqing like a ghost.