Ning Gu

Xianzhi had prepared his men and horses to go to the Lingjian temple early in the morning.But before he could step out of Juheng, the eunuch in charge came to stop him.

"What's the matter, in such a hurry?" Xianzhi frowned and asked coldly.

The little eunuch knew that he had offended Xian, he immediately squatted down, and said submissively: "The gentleman who entered Xinglin yesterday died."

Xianzhi was taken aback, and it seemed to be expected in an instant.

"Father is here, have you reported to him?"

Xianzhi wanted to send him away so that he could rush to pick up Lu Qi. For some reason, in his dream last night, Lu Qi always grabbed his clothes and called him crying.

Unexpectedly, this little eunuch was even more timid. When he first came to Juheng, everyone only said that the owner of the Xinling Mausoleum was the owner of the garden, and they had to look past him first.

So when the little eunuch went to deliver breakfast to Mr. Sang Luolang, he saw the scene of blood dripping all over the ground, so he came to find Xianzhi non-stop, but he didn't want Xianzhi to ask this question, so he trembled unconsciously.

It's not that Xianzhi's eyes are scary, but that it's rumored that Xianzhi's master is a bad person, and Xianzhi has been fascinated by him, so it's naturally scary.

"How about this, you go to the corridor house to find your father, and tell him about it. And tell him, I'm going to say hello to Aunt Changle." After Xianzhi explained, he got on his horse, shook the rein, and walked to the city outside.

The little eunuch stood up according to his words, and seeing Xianzhi walking away, he drew a smile at the corner of his mouth, took out an apricot blossom from his cuff, placed it under the shade of the willow tree facing the door, and then clapped his hands and went to the corridor room .

In the gallery room, without the help of An Shenxiang, Xie Ling woke up before dawn, he opened his eyes and adjusted to the darkness for a while, before he could make a sound, he heard someone push the door open.

The man held a candle and came to the bed with something in his hand.Hearing the familiar sound of footsteps, Xie Ling felt a little relieved, and he also thought about it, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.

Zhao Zuo carefully looked at the person in front of him, pursed his lips and smiled, then sighed again.

Xie Ling's eyelids moved inadvertently when he heard the sound of fabric being rubbed.But Zhao Zuo didn't pierce it, took a sip of the bowl of medicine brought by him, leaned over and kissed Xie Ling's lips, his tongue easily opened Xie Ling's lips, and poured out the medicine in his mouth.

Xie Ling was caught off guard by his series of actions, pushed the person in front of him, and coughed.

Zhao Zuo immediately hugged him into his arms, and patted Xie Ling's back lightly: "Are you awake?"

General Xie Ling stopped coughing, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at him: "Well, what are you... doing?"

"Me?" Zhao Zuo's eyes were full of smiles, and he said boldly, "Feed the medicine."

"Who said it was, feeding medicine like this?" Xie Ling gritted his teeth, he didn't know where to put his old face.It turned out that he always took the initiative, but now that Zhao Zuo treated him like this, he just wanted to cover his head with the quilt and walk away in shame.

"Envy." Zhao Zuo said seriously.

"Son is not here, so you speak ill of him?" Xie Ling raised his hand and tapped Zhao Zuo's chin, and said, "Father is not as good as master, father..."

Before Xie Ling finished teasing, Zhao Zuo grabbed his chin, and Zhao Zuo lightly pecked his lips again.

"He really taught it." Zhao Zuo put his arms around Xie Ling, took the clothes on the bedside and draped them on Xie Ling's shoulders, and said, "I brought you back from the emperor Zhao Xiu at that time. We broke up Everyone, only one imperial doctor is left."

"He... saw it?" Xie Ling hesitated to speak. During that time, he was in a daze. On the one hand, he had no face to Zhao Zuo, and he didn't want to wake up. On the other hand, he was thinking about the person in front of him, so he couldn't let go of himself. life.

In one breath, it was the winter of Fufeng, and then Zhao Zuo was punished to go to Xianshan to cultivate his body, and he...

In short, it is a passage that has no chance to elaborate, and when Zhao Zuo comes back, the two of them will have no chance to talk about this old story again.

Zhao Zuo gave him the bowl of medicine, and then said: "No, he felt the pulse for you, and said that you need to take the shackle, but..." Zhao Zuo paused.

Xie Ling understood what he meant, and continued, "The red jade on the chest? It scared you..."

"I'm sorry." Zhao Zuo hugged his arm tightly.

"Huh?" Xie Ling looked calm, patted Zhao Zuo's hand, and joked, "I don't remember the matter of taking the shackles. But that Zhao Xiu really didn't feel sorry for the fragrance and jade, so he put on the iron for me." At that time, I still felt that Xianzhi might lose his master."

"Well, I thought so too."

"Huh? Why?"

"I thought I'd lose you."

"Afraid?"

"I'm afraid. I was afraid that without you, I would lose the throne." Zhao Zuo pursed his lips, his eyes full of cunning.

"It turns out that I'm only the throne, so you have it now." Xie Ling raised his head and replied angrily.

"I'm also afraid now," Zhao Zuo said slowly, lying on Xie Ling's shoulder, "I'm afraid that without Xie Wuling, I will lose you."

"You, these words are to lie to me, and I am content."

"Under Zhaoxing, lies are not allowed." Zhao Zuo said seriously, "I still remember. I have never lied to you."

"Nonsense!" Xie Ling frowned. "You lied to me before you left!"

"Then what about Mr. Xie Xiao? Leaving aside the matter in Yongguo's mansion, Binzhou served for three years and did not arrive in Beijing until Congshan returned to Fufeng... Do you still remember how you told Congshan at that time?"

When Xie Ling heard that Zhao Zuo started to settle accounts, his head grew bigger again. In his memory, Zhao Zuo could always speak four words, never five words. Why is he so willing to waste his time in calculating accounts now?

"I don't remember." Xie Ling immediately raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes, feeling like he had a migraine. "I haven't remembered so much yet. Why don't you talk about how Xianzhi taught you how to feed medicine first, so that I can recall the memory?"

"Alright."

The lights are burning for one night, and what I experienced in those days can't be explained in one night.

The imperial doctor took the pulse, and his eyebrows were knit together.He said he wanted to check the iron shackles on Xie Wuling's shoulders, but Zhao Zuo refused.

He sent the imperial doctor to prescribe the medicine, and told the imperial doctor to come back in two hours.

Only then did he instruct the servants to prepare hot water.Zhao Zuo looked at the person on the bed, and wanted to let the maids in the mansion do this, but Xie Wuling lost consciousness and was still holding the lapel of the opera robe tightly with one hand.

Xie Wuling put shackles on both shoulders and clavicles, which would be affected when he raised his hand, but he still kept them, and his brows subconsciously frowned.

Seeing this scene, even Zhao Zuo could hardly ignore it.Gong'e watched Zhao Zuo frown suddenly, she didn't dare to move Xie Wuling's hand at will, so she looked at Zhao Zuo timidly.

In the end, Zhao Zuo only kept the little slave who had been with him for more than ten years, and lightly grabbed Xie Wuling's wrist, and tried to order in his ear: "Let go."

Xie Wuling didn't know whether he trusted him or what, but he really let go.The old blood stuck to the gown, Zhao Zuoji carefully peeled off a corner of the gown, only to find a sprig of apricot winding from under the collarbone.

Zhao Zuo's hand moved down gently along the branch of apricot, parting the opera robe, but he didn't dare to push hard, fearing that he would also tear off Xie Wuling's bloody skin.

The iron shackle was pressed against the theater robe, so Zhao Zuo had to take out the handkerchief and wipe away the shadows of the Hongqiong flowers little by little.

I don't know how many layers of blood Zhao Xiu put on to paint this apricot branch, and I don't know how much blood Xie Wuling left behind, the clear water in the basin was stained bloody, and the little slave poured basin after basin.

Xian Zhi, who was hiding under the porch pillar outside the door, watched the little slave pouring out the blood, and was so scared that he had a nightmare that night.

Zhao Zuo has been busy for half a day, and he can be regarded as cleaning up the blood stains all over Mr. Xie Xiao's body, but the theater robe was pressed under the iron shackles and he couldn't take it off, so he had to wait for the imperial doctor to see it before making any plans.

The imperial doctor was not yet here, but Xianzhi brought a big bowl of medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor, went to the bed, pointed to Xie Wuling who was pale and ugly on the bed, and asked Zhao Zuo, "This is, brother beauty?"

"Well, I will still be your master in the future."

"Master, have you been bullied?" Xianzhi wanted to touch him, but suddenly withdrew his hand, "Did Daddy help the beauty brother bully him?"

"Have."

"Daddy, that old man asked me to bring in the medicine, and said that if the beauty brother can see him, he will ask you to send someone to call him." Xian Zhishang was still young, and his strength was not comparable to that of an adult. medicine

"He can't drink the medicine anymore, you put the medicine down first." Xianzhi refused to put it down, and put his mouth close to the bowl as he spoke.

Zhao Zuo put his hand between Xianzhi's mouth and the bowl, and said, "Don't mess around."

"Xianzhi didn't mess around. Xianzhi is sick and can't drink medicine. His mother feeds him like this. Xianzhi remembers." Xianzhi opened his eyes wide and explained solemnly.

"Ok?"

"Take a sip first, then..." Xianzhi paused, thinking about how to describe it, "Then spit it out to him. Daddy try?"

Xianzhi brought the medicine bowl to Zhao Zuo's eyes, and blinked.

Zhao Zuo looked hesitantly, but he still did it, took a sip of the medicine, then leaned over to follow Xianzhi's instructions, touched Xie Wuling's lips, and spat it out to Xie Wuling.

But the medicine didn't pass Xie Wuling's mouth, it overflowed from his mouth.It made Xianzhi bite his lip and wanted to fight by himself.

Zhao Zuo knew what Xianzhi meant, but he couldn't do it yet.Wiping Mr. Xie Xiao's body, he can still use the excuse of his best friend to fool him. If he feeds medicine like this, he can't find a reason to fool himself no matter what.

But there are some things that he doesn't want to do and must do. If he can avoid the first time, how can he avoid the second time.

The imperial doctor said that Xie Wuling had to remove the shackle sooner rather than later, but if the flesh has grown together, I am afraid that the shackle will not be able to be removed.

But Xie Wuling still couldn't take medicine, and it was already a matter of one breath to survive until Zhao Zuo rescued him.

The imperial doctor said that if you can't drink some medicine before taking the yoke, then you will be taking the yoke. It is really impossible to estimate whether you can hang on this breath.

Hearing this, Zhao Zuo still took the medicine, and when no one was around, he bent down, pressed against Xie Wuling's lips, and put the mouthful of medicine into Xie Wuling's mouth.

To Zhao Zuo, Xie Wuling's lips always seemed to be magical, which made him linger, and he subconsciously licked Xie Wuling's lips, as if besides the fishy sweetness that had not dissipated, it was also accompanied by the tea fragrance of his longevity eyebrows.

When taking the shackle later, Xian Zhiben clamored to guard his beautiful elder brother, but Zhao Zuo was afraid that he would have nightmares again at night, so he had someone take him away.

In the huge room, only Zhao Zuo and the imperial doctor were left. It wasn't that the imperial doctor didn't want more people to help, but Zhao Zuo guessed that Xie Wuling must be thinking that it would be best not to have others see his current appearance.

But whether this is Xie Wuling's thoughts or Zhao Zuo's thoughts, no one can tell.

"This yoke is worn through the skin and flesh. It is naturally painful to pick the flesh and peel off the yoke. If he has convulsions, you should hold him down."

"Okay." Zhao Zuo replied as calmly as possible.

He was sitting on the inner side of the bed, watching the imperial doctor give Xie Wuling an unknown elixir, waited for his son for a while, and then took the knife to do it.

The blade swam in the bloody mess, Zhao Zuo watched Xie Wuling's drowsy eyebrows unconsciously tightened, and the hand he held on Xie Wuling's shoulder exerted a little more force.

Probably even the imperial doctor didn't know, at that moment Zhao Zuo wanted to pull Zhao Xiu over, so he could kill him with a knife.Perhaps in Zhao Zuo's heart, Xie Wuling was the one who didn't deserve to suffer this kind of crime. He should stand on the side of his virtuous mountain, cook a bowl of birthday eyebrows, and wait for visitors from the end of the world with a smile.

After an unknown amount of time, the smell of blood lingered in Zhao Zuo's nose.Probably Zhao Zuo couldn't hold on any longer.

He finally heard the imperial doctor's voice "healed", and Zhao Zuo was relieved. He went out and slid against the door weakly.

With a bit of self-mockery in his mouth, he knew that he was not only to blame Zhao Xiu, but also himself. If he didn't provoke him at the beginning, maybe there would be no afterward.

Xie Wuling asked him to believe in himself, he believed, Xie Wuling asked him to love Shen, he did, Xie Wuling asked him to come pick him up next spring, it should be fine.

But this autumn, he bumped into this bruised man ahead of time.

"Daddy." Xian Zhi didn't know when he came, and he sat down next to Zhao Zuo, with his small hand covering the back of his big hand, looking a little funny.

Zhao Zuo raised his eyes to look at him, and he said, "Brother Beauty, are you alright?"

"Ah."

"That's good. When Brother Beauty wakes up, I'll tell him that Dad is a great hero. He saved Brother Beauty and healed Brother Beauty."

Zhao Zuo raised his hand and rubbed Xianzhi's head, he thought, the reason why Xie Wuling was willing to be Xianzhi's teacher, he finally discovered today.

"In the future, as a student, you should be less annoying, but remember." Zhao Zuo reminded Xianzhi.

"remember."

"Well, let's go play."

"I..." Xianzhi lowered his head, and said again, "I want to watch for Daddy for a while, Brother Beauty, Daddy's eyes are red, it's time to rest."

"I'm not tired." Zhao Zuo replied, seeing the lowered little head again, his heart softened, and he changed his tone, "Then you stay on guard, I'll take a break."

The author has something to say: Xie Wuling was called Xie Wuling at first, but he was called Brother Beauty before.

Guiding the way...I forgot how many chapters are coming or I won't give the way