Everyone But Me is Reborn

Ning Lang was still a little confused.

He was still sitting under the stage with Yang Zhen watching the show, but because he felt hungry, he walked out to buy two bowls of small wontons. He also paid the money, and saw the stall owner lower the wontons into the pot, but it was so good. When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying in a dark alley somewhere.

This alley wasn't considered remote, he was lying here, and he could hear the excitement on the main street, the voices of people outside, and those laughter also reached his ears.

Ning Lang struggled to sit up, only feeling his head hurt. He subconsciously touched the position of the purse. Still.

"Brother Hall, you finally wake up."

Ning Lang looked up, but saw a dark place, a person walked out slowly, not knowing why, his walking posture was a little strange, and his voice sounded familiar. He squinted his eyes and made a careful identification, only to use the distant lights to identify the appearance of the person in front of him.

"Ning Shuo?"

Ning Shuo looked at him blankly. In the darkness, his face was still a bit cold.

Ning Lang struggled to stand up. He moved his hands and feet a bit, and was a little surprised that his hands and feet were not tied.

"Ning Shuo, you brought me here?" Ning Lang frowned and said, "What did you bring me here? Yang Zhen will find out soon."

The corners of Ning Shuo's mouth curled up, and there was a sneer smile on his face without the slightest emotion: "Brother lobby, we have not quietly spoken for a long time."

Ning Lang still frowned, "How did you get me here? Someone can help you? Who is it?"

Ning Shuo did not answer directly, but still stared at him with a cold look: "Now that I have become this look, you must be very happy, Brother Hall."

"what?"

Ning Lang's gaze moved down, and he stayed on his leg for a moment. Ning Shuo seemed to be aware of his gaze, and subconsciously shrank his leg, hiding his injured leg behind him.

Ning Lang raised his head, his expression a little impatient: "What does your leg have to do with me? I was not in the capital at that time. I also heard that it was you who participated in the issue of Qiuwei's ejaculation. Your legs became like this. , It's also your own responsibility, can you still blame me?"

Ning Lang didn't have the slightest impression of Ning Shuo.

Not to mention that he hadn't dealt with Ning Shuo since he was a child, and had been pitted by Ning Shuo countless times. Even if Ning Shuo broke his leg, he couldn't sympathize with him, let alone look at Ning Shuo now. Looks like he seems to blame everything on him?

Ning Lang only felt that he was wronged.

But Ning Shuo didn't think so.

His eyes are even more sinister: "I have become like this now. The one who is happiest must be you. I can no longer enter the official career, and the Ning family will not fall into my hands. Everything is yours, you see, You don't even want to pretend to be superficial, you look down on me from the bottom of your heart!" At the end of his speech, his voice rose sharply.

Ning Lang frowned: "Of course I despise you."

The sound of breathing suddenly became heavy from the other side.

"Whether it's the old lady or your parents, isn't it good enough for you? All the good things in the Ning family are close to you. It is clear that you directly pulled yourself into this field. If you don't reflect, you blame me? Since I was little, I have been hurt by you several times, have you become like this, or is it my fault?"

Ning Shuo didn't speak, only his breathing became heavier.

Ning Lang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he closed his mouth again. He stepped back two steps, his back touched the hard wall, Ning Lang looked at him vigilantly, although he couldn't see his expression, but he could feel the malice from Ning Shuo.

"Speak up, now I'm like this, and it's you who get the benefits." Ning Shuo gritted his teeth and said: "Since I was young, I have worked hard to make progress. I left home to study in Jiangzhou since I was a child. I am pleased with the old man. People, but no matter what I do, you are the eldest son of the uncle and the heir of the Ning family, and no one can change it. Even if you are worthless, but you can still approach King An, why are you so good for life?"

"..."

Ning Lang blinked, so shocked that he suddenly lost his words.

Ning Shuo is still jealous of him?

Ning Lang almost thought he had heard it wrong.

Ning Shuo still said: "Even if you are next to Wang An, if you become like me, how can Wang An see you? It makes you die suddenly, but it is cheaper for you. Make you like me."

If Ning Lang had become his miserable appearance, he would be useless, his uncle would be disappointed, and Wang An would be disappointed. But he is different, he is still full of talents, and his master will let him do many things. If Ning Lang became like him, it would certainly disappoint everyone. Then, how could Ning Lang compare to him?

He looked at Ning Lang coldly, with a vicious smile at the corner of his mouth.

...

Yang Zhen frowned, stood in front of the stall, looked around, but still didn't find the least suspicious thing.

She remembered something, and hurriedly went to the secret guard hiding in the dark. King An had sent people to follow him in the dark to protect him. If Ning Lang disappeared, he would definitely be spotted.

Yang Zhen looked around, but didn't find those secret guards. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that these people must have followed Ning Lang.

She turned around to find King An.

Chu Fei happily led Ning Nuan to stand in front of a small stall selling sugar man paintings, and asked the stall owner to draw a sugar man exactly like the two of them. Only halfway through the painting, I was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

Ning Nuan turned his head and saw Yang Zhen anxiously.

"Miss Yang?" Ning Nuan was surprised: "Is something wrong? Me... where is my brother?"

"Ning Lang is gone." Yang Zhen said, "and Ning Shuo."

Ning Nuan's face panicked and immediately looked at Chu Fei.

"But those people from the prince’s sentiment are gone. They should be protecting Ninglang." Yang Zhen took a deep breath before calmly saying: "Ning Shuo can take people away. There must be someone helping him. It's my wife. To the effect, no one else was following us unexpectedly."

"This is the end of the matter, Miss Yang doesn't need to blame herself too much. Since my brother is following people around, then we can rest assured." Ning Nuan comforted.

Chu Fei nodded: "I will get people to contact, and they will be found soon."

Yang Zhen pursed his lips and nodded, his face a little pale.

There was naturally a way of contact between the dark guards, and Chu Fei let people investigate, and soon news came.

After confirming the position, Yang Zhen hurriedly squeezed the crowd away and squeezed towards there.

Ning Nuan was about to follow, but Chu Feila returned.

"A Nuan, this is too dangerous. You should stay here and wait for Yang Zhen to come back." Chu Fei paused, then suddenly remembered something.

He found out before, who is Ning Shuo's hand coming down?