Chapter 1

A storm enveloped the entire Bianliang City with lightning and thunder, as if the heavens were trying to radiate all the grievances into the air.

 Outside the imperial study of the Song emperor stood a row of guards with lances, all of them were silent, fearing that the wrath of the dragon's face inside would fall on them.

 A bolt of lightning struck, and with a crack, an old tree fifty paces away was cut in half and fell with a crash.

 On the dragon case in the imperial study, the zhangzhi collapsed at the same time, scattering all over the place, the Great Song Emperor propped his hands on the desktop, staring angrily, as if red flames were burning behind him.

 "Emperor rest your anger!"

 The pair of black-robed men who had been standing with their hands down in front of the dragon case both fell to their knees, no trace of fear in their voices.

 "Kill him! Kill him!" The Great Song Emperor raised his right hand and roared angrily, his eyes filled with blood, "The twin swords set out immediately and kill him for me! I want Yelu Huge to die without a burial place!"

 At the battle of Gaoliang River, an insignificant military general had defeated the main force of the Song Dynasty that he personally led, as the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, he fled, and picked up a life by riding a donkey cart pretending to be a soldier, a strange shame that he wanted to pay back with the blood of Yelu Xugo.

 "We hear you." A black clothed man dressed as a teenager raised his handsome face, a hint of mockery in his expression, "Your Majesty, you are communizing a personal vendetta, Double Sword can refuse ...," these words are undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

 "Laughing sword, wanton!" Zhao Guangyi, the second emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, slapped hard on the table, his face turning blue.

 "Emperor rest your anger." The clothed maiden who had been grimacing pulled her companion a bit and droned in a low voice, "One shall not be rude to the Emperor."

 "It is supposed to be, protecting the Emperor is our mission, Master died and we took over, the Shadow Guard's mission is to protect the Emperor, not to become a killer." The handsome teenager tilted his head and smiled as he looked at his shocked master, "We are not professional killers."

 "Shut up!" The young girl's eyes flashed with a silent huff, "There are only two of us left in the Shadow Guards, if we don't share the Emperor's worries, can the Emperor still count on those mediocre ministers?"

 "Yes, sister." The teenager lowered his head, "I'll listen to you." His voice turned and he mimicked Zhao Guangyi's voice as he spoke.

 "Laughing Sword, you're being reckless again!" Zhao Guangyi droned, his stern gaze falling on the teenager's body, "Kill Yelu Huo and come back immediately, I still have big things for you to do."

 "My subordinate understands, I will definitely live up to the Emperor's trust." The young girl cautiously assured towards him, "Smiling Sword has been naughty since he was young, Your Majesty should not take it to heart."

 "Alright, level off." Hearing her words like this, Zhao Guangyi's tone softened a bit, "Lanxin, I have high hopes for you, and I won't take it personally with Laughing Sword for your sake."

 "Your Majesty is wise!" The teenager smiled and pretended to be his sister's voice again, "We killed Yelu Huo you have to give us a big reward!"

 "No insolence!" The young girl grabbed his front lapel with one hand and sternly whispered, "Dragon, if you dare to learn someone else's voice again, I'll lock you up."

 "Alright, you guys stand down, we will set off tonight, and on the day of success, I will return your Sword Family's ancestral house to you."

 "Really?" The teenager looked up at him in disbelief, "Emperor can you really vindicate us?"

 "Your Jian family was given a case by the late emperor, I want to vindicate you, you only need to make a great achievement, in front of the group of ministers I can also talk, go." Slowly sat down, face flashed a trace of sophisticated smile.

 "Obey the decree." Hearing that he could vindicate the Sword Family, the black-clothed teenager also became serious, and together with his sister, he clasped his fists and bowed discreetly to the current Son of Heaven.

 Zhao Guangyi dismissed them with a wave of his hand, and when the door to the study closed, the corners of his lips swung open in a smile as he spoke coldly, "Yelu Huo, the shame you bestowed on me, I'll come to ask you for it back."

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