Ning Gu

"Okay. May I make it easier for Mr. Xie Xiao?"

Because Sang Luo entered the house just now, he didn't bother to close the door, so now it's convenient for Zhao Xiuxing.

"Mr. Xie Xiao, what a great trick." Zhao Xiu took a step forward, grabbed Sang Luo's wrist, and said, "A few days ago, I had tea and wine with the princess, and today I want to abduct my Sang Luo'er? "

He deliberately emphasized the word "Sang Luo'er", and turned his eyes to Sang Luo, staring at him, his sullen eyes may have contained some surprise, maybe he didn't believe that Sang Luo would betray him.

But all Zhao Xiu's hesitation was expelled by anger when Sang Luo's red eyes came into view.

He tightened his grip on Sang Luo's wrist again, causing Sang Luo to frown and look up at him.

At this sight, Sang Luo only had him in his eyes: "Zhao Xiu, those who can't be forced to come, Zhao Xing chose..."

Before Sang Luo could finish his last words, Zhao Xiu raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

Zhao Xiu stared at his red-marked face, and said coldly, "You don't need to remind me, I know it very well."

"Hey," these words drew Xie Wuling's cold snort, he didn't know how much Zhao Xiu had heard outside the door, but the words that asked Sang Luo to take him away naturally couldn't escape.

He took a gamble and said, "Everyone is drunk, and you, Mr. Yong, wake up alone? Or are everyone awake, and you, alone?"

If you listened to the last sentence, you would think that Xie Wuling was mocking him; if you listened to it before and after, then Xie Wuling was just stating the facts.

His words attracted Zhao Xiu's attention.Zhao Xiu's eyes widened angrily, he gritted his teeth and said, "What did you say?"

"Isn't Mr. Yong the one who understands what I said best? Why are you blocking me and imprisoning me?"

As soon as Xie Wuling finished asking, Sang Luo went to the bed, looked at Xie Wuling and shook his head, motioning him not to say any more, not to provoke Zhao Xiu.

Xie Wuling didn't know Zhao Xiu's ruthless temper, but Sang Luo knew it clearly.

Sang Luo had seen with his own eyes how horrible Zhao Xiu treated his Yingyan demon boys in the old days...

With iron shackles piercing his bones and chains on his body, what Zhao Xiu thought about was not just possessing those playthings that made his eyes shine. Perhaps what he enjoyed more was playing with them wantonly.

Xie Wuling turned a deaf ear to his shaking his head, and continued to press: "You, Zhao Xiu, are afraid. The one who was not selected by Zhao Xing, the one whose parents will abandon him. He has nothing." Xie Wuling laughed, his peach blossom eyes moved slightly, adding Sadly, "You are the one who is truly pitiful."

Zhao Xiu was provoked by what he said later, and raised his hand to grab Xie Wuling's throat again. The cut under the neck that was scratched by the broken porcelain last time split open again, causing Xie Wuling to tremble.

But because his whole body was weak, it made him seem powerless even to struggle.

He is in Zhao Xiu's hands, like a piece of rush that can be crushed by Zhao Xiu at any time.

Zhao Xiu's eyes were gloomy, and he said indifferently: "Poor? Mr. Xie Xiao, let's take pity on himself first. You are still in my hands, what can Zhaoxing do to me? Stop you, imprison you? I will kill you, humiliate you!"

He looked at Xie Wuling's eyes and rolled his eyes, then withdrew his hands to let him breathe.

Then he glanced at Sang Luo as if nothing had happened, and repeated almost gently: "I still want my Sang Luo'er, and watch with my own eyes that I imprison you, humiliate you, and beat you."

Sang Luo looked at the demon in front of him and couldn't help shaking his head, he was a coward, he didn't dare to defend Xie Wuling, he was a coward, he helped the evil, he might be the one who should go to hell.

Xie Wuling provoked Zhao Xiu just to make his heart die and let him see clearly the devil in Zhao Xiu's bones, but Sang Luo told that love to cover his ears and eyes, so he couldn't hear, see, or let go.

Later at night, Zhao Xiu didn't stay in Xie Wuling's yard, but dragged Sang Luo all the way back to his wing.After tossing hard all night, until Sang Luo fainted, he let him go.

Maybe it's her own fault, Sang Luo thought before fainting.

When Sang Luo woke up again, a servant called him to Xie Wuling's courtyard, saying that Zhao Xiu was interested and wanted to invite him to enjoy the painting together.

Hearing this, Sang Luo's eyelids twitched, feeling uneasy.

And his uneasiness was finally confirmed at the moment when he stepped into Xie Wuling's room.

I don't know where the bright red came from, and the bed was spread out, which seemed to dye the silk curtains red.And that young man in brocade clothes stood in front of the bed, hung up the curtain, held a lake pen, and looked down at the lifeless person on the bed from a high position.

Sang Luo hurriedly approached the bed, and saw that the person on the bed was dying, his peach blossom eyes lost their focus and dimmed.The bruising on the neck is dazzling.

Sang Luo's eyes shifted slightly, and he couldn't help shivering. Xie Wuling's collarbone was put on an iron shackle, and he didn't know how much blood flowed. The thin quilt is soaked in mottled.

Sang Luo knew about the iron flail.

The Fufeng Daguan took in the Hudi youth, and when he met a rebellious one, he put him in the yoke on his collarbone, and the place in the iron yoke penetrated deep into his flesh and blood.

It is said that those people who are in the iron shackles are fine if they don't move, but it hurts when they move, and it's like dying if they move.

He had seen Zhao Xiu use it on other youths from the Hu land, that youth bled more than Xie Wuling, in the end maybe the blood ran out and he died.

Sang Luo looked at the person on the bed, her eyes turned red again.Fear arose in his heart, and he stood in front of the bed, his whole body stiffened.

The lake pen in Zhao Xiu's hand was dipped in blood from the side of the iron flail, and he wanted to pass it to Sang Luo: "Sang Luo'er, didn't you learn how to draw flowers? Come, you can add flowers, okay?"

Zhao Xiu's question was not a question in Sang Luo's ears, he stuffed the lake pen into Sang Luo's hand, pulled Sang Luo again, sat on the edge of the bed, raised his eyebrows, and motioned for him to write.

Sang Luo looked at the "painting" that Zhao Xiu mentioned, on the white and smooth skin, the color of blood covered the color of ink, and the apricot branch that Zhao Xiu had drawn with a brush was also a bit coquettish.

The pen in Sang Luo's hand fell on Xie Wuling's skin, trembling, and became biased.He looked up at Zhao Xiu, bit his lip, and shook his head again.

"Sang Luo'er, did you forget how to draw?" Zhao Xiu posted, covered Sang Luo's hand, held the pen, and whispered softly as he moved the pen lightly, "Then I will teach you again."

Sang Luo closed his eyes, it was obvious that this person was standing behind him, holding his hand and teaching him how to draw flowers, what he wanted in this life was nothing more than this, but God's will added a premise to this request.

He smiled bitterly, tears blinded his eyes at some point, followed the lake pen to fall, and hit Xie Wuling's hand.In a daze, he felt someone tugging on his robe.

It was Xie Wuling's little move.

Sang Luo sat down next to the bed, Xie Wuling came back to his senses, he felt the teardrop that Sang Luo hit on his hand, he moved his hand, pulled Sang Luo's robe with all his strength, he looked at Sang Luo Falling eyes.

He also saw that the light in those lake blue eyes was gradually dimming, as if he was disappointed, and even more as if he was on the verge of despair.

Xie Wuling's lips parted, and he shook his head as hard as he could. Although Sang Luo couldn't hear a few words clearly, he knew that most of those words were Xie Wuling's saying that he was fine.

Sang Luo's left hand slipped silently to Xie Wuling's hand, and patted the back of his hand, as if responding to the old agreement, the two looked at each other.

Xie Wuling was raised in the palm of Zhaoxing's group, even though he was raised on a daily basis, he has never suffered such physical pain.

If those few people saw him like this, they might feel distressed before it was too late, how could they allow him to comfort others as if nothing had happened?

He is a Zhao Xingke who wants to kill and make decisions, but he really has a Buddha heart in a temple.

And this Buddha's heart, now returned to Juheng, turned into a dying appearance.

Perhaps every time Sang Luo can give Xie Wuling, he is dying.

He couldn't bear Xie Wuling's words that he was a friend who died in this life, and he shouldn't even know this person named Xie Wuling in the northwest.

Sang Luo brought the teacup in hand, lowered her head and took half a sip, trying to hide the guilt in her eyes.

"For five days in such a daze, until Liang Zhen hung himself at dawn. She may have sent someone to inform you half an hour in advance, so that she died, and you arrived on the back foot. Before Zhao Xiu came back to his senses, he was with you in Xie Wuling Met in the courtyard. That's all."

"Zhao Xiu, Zhao Xiu..." Zhao Zuo frowned, and hammered the hammer with his hand hanging in the air, "He... imprisoned me, humiliated me, and lived safely for more than ten years.

Sang Luo knew that he had no position and didn't say much, but seeing Zhao Zuo's expression, his mission might be accomplished.

And Zhao Zuoxu in this room was extremely angry, and laughed instead: "Okay, that's great. The widow will erect a monument for him after his death, and give him a new title?"

Zhao Zuo's palm landed on the table, and a loud noise caused the teacup in Sang Luo's hand to hold unsteadily and almost slipped from his hand.

At this time, the sound of knocking on the door sounded just right from the outside, Zhao Zuo calmed down and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

"Father, Mr. Qi, please return to the corridor to rest." Xian Zhi's voice came from outside.

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Zuo got up, opened the door, and walked out quickly, leaving behind Xianzhi and Sang Luo.

Xianzhi stood outside Fatan Gate, bowed to Sang Luo as a scholar and said, "Mr. Sang Luo."

"You? You are the Lord of Xinling Mausoleum." Sang Luo stood up and returned the salute.

"Mr. is wrong. In the land of balance, envy is just envy."

"What's the difference?"

"Mr. Sang Luo and Hu Dierlang, is there any difference?" Xianzhi raised his eyebrows, but never looked directly at the person in front of him, "Master once gave Xianzhi a silver dagger, so that Xianzhi could remember that it was returned to its original owner."

However, Sang Luo couldn't stand anymore. He staggered two steps before he stabilized his figure, and then listened to Xian's words: "Xian was just a fledgling, no more than ten years of ups and downs like Mr. I thought Mr. should know the owner of the silver dagger, I don't know Can Mr. Lao walk with me and get the silver dagger?"

"Please let Xianzhi lead the way." Sang Luo stepped over the threshold and looked at Xianzhi, the guilt in his brows was not less than half.

The author has something to say: After thinking for a long time, whether Sang Luo reported to Zhao Zuo when he saw Xie Wuling being bullied, and finally felt that even if he wrote Sang Luo, he should not let others know...so he didn't worry about whether he wrote it or not. guess...