Zhu Lan is dead

At Xushi this night, it began to rain suddenly at night, and there was the sound of rain beating fallen leaves outside the house, and gusts of cold wind rolled into the curtain, making people's muscles and bones cold.

The candlelight on the table was blown by the wind, and the flickering light and shadow made people's eyes hurt. Hui Ru covered the sleeves to hold down the flying scriptures on the table, and was about to reach out to grab the candlestick, when a figure He quietly appeared on the wall, and with a pause, the candlestick in front of him was picked up.

"The host is very leisurely, and you are still in the mood to study the scriptures at this time?" Hui Ru's heart tightened when the clear and soft voice came, and then she withdrew her hand back.

The man seemed to snort lightly, and threw the candlestick in front of Huiru. The latter was startled, and quickly reached out to pick it up, but the candlestick stood still. The fire burned to the scriptures.

"How could a fake monk cherish the scriptures so much?" The man crossed his arms, seemingly surprised, and then said: "Oh, it seems I forgot, the scriptures in Pilu Pavilion are precious treasures, For you, it is lifeblood!"

Hui Ru just lowered her head when she heard the words, and after a while, as if mustering up her courage, she sighed and said, "I have done everything according to your requirements, what else do you want from me?"

The man answered irrelevantly: "I came today to remind you that King Yingru has ordered Wang Duo to summon more than 200 officers and soldiers to Puxiang Temple. If you still want to be a fake monk and live safe and sound, Now immediately go to the Nantang Meditation Room to transfer those people, otherwise if they find that you are harboring those deserters who returned from the front line, the crime will not be as simple as beheading!"

"This, how is this possible..." Hui Ru was shocked. For his own selfish desire, he secretly colluded with the officers and soldiers stationed on the front line, smuggled out the supplies, food and salaries in the general camp, and resold them. money, and then provided hiding places for those deserters.

Lincheng County is remote, but a small town with a population of no less than a hundred or so households. It is very inconspicuous on weekdays. The surrounding government doesn't care about their business, and if they find out by chance, they can get away with it by giving them some benefits.

The man glanced at him when he heard the words, and said with disdain: "You have forgotten your good disciple, something that is not enough to succeed in success but more than failure to succeed in failure. If you keep a disaster here, I'm afraid it's not intentional to cause trouble!"

Hearing this, Huiru realized that she was furious for a while, her face flushed, but she couldn't say a word. The man didn't bother to talk to him anymore, so he walked out, and his slender figure quickly disappeared behind the layers. In the darkness of the layers, I can't find it.

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The night was long, and there was a faint light of fire spreading on the mountain not far away. It was a group of officers and soldiers with long dragons climbing up the stone steps. The wind and rain were loud at night, but they could not extinguish the flames on the torches at all.

Reaching out his hand to wipe away the water droplets that blurred his vision, his ocher red gown blended into the night, the look in his eyes was still cold, but the fingers behind his back couldn't help but clenched tightly. At this time, Jin Yuanyi must have led those officers and soldiers to The entire road on the hill was surrounded by water, and the rest just had to wait for the right time to take down those people in one fell swoop.

And he came here just to wait for someone, someone who needs to be solved by himself.

"My lord!" A familiar voice suddenly came from behind, revealing the usual casualness and frivolity, but Yu Changqi did not move, but the person behind him suddenly came forward, the gentle voice pierced through the dense rain.

"My lord, what are you doing standing here, it's not good to be damaged by the rain..."

A gust of warm breath brushed against his icy neck, Yu Changqi was startled, a palm wind carried the raindrops into cold rain blades and hit the people behind him, there was no tendency to fight back, only the people behind him groaned With a sound, as if he took the palm abruptly, Yu Changqi turned around, looked at the face close at hand, and couldn't help frowning, the other hand was about to reach out, but was stopped by the wrist .

The thin face smiled slightly, and the black and white eyes reflected the scattered flames not far away. Ye Fan smiled a little ugly: "My lord, you strike really hard, it hurts me so much!"

But Yu Changqi flung his wrist away abruptly, his deep voice revealing a bit of imperceptible anger: "Ye Fanji, what are you still hiding up to now?"

Ye Fanji smiled, with an innocent expression on his face, "My lord, don't wrong me, I didn't do anything!" As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Yu Changqi's wrist again, with an anxious tone Said: "My lord, I think we should find a place to shelter from the rain, if we catch the wind and cold, we will be in trouble!"

Before he finished speaking, he pulled Yu Changqi forward. The latter clenched his fist slightly, shaking his heart a little, but he couldn't shake it off in the end.

There is a natural cave halfway up the mountain. The cave is narrow and only allows one person to stand. However, Ye Fanji took Yu Changqi to find a large stone pier and sat down safely. With a slender body and a thin body, it is just right not to be crowded in this narrow cave.

Ye Fan bent down to find some dead branches in the cave, surrounded a pile of firewood on the ground, and found two pieces of saltpeter from nowhere, squatted beside the branches and started a fire while talking to himself: "This cave It used to be the place where the surrounding villagers stored dry firewood, but since the Puxiang Temple closed the place and prevented the villagers from coming and going, the cave has gradually been abandoned."

As he said that, a few sparks came out of the saltpeter in his hand, and then ignited the branches on the ground. The weak fire gradually burned over time, gradually illuminating the whole cave, and Ye Fan didn't care whether Yu Changqi was there or not. Hearing what he said, he found a place to sit cross-legged on his own, fiddling with the branches with his slender fingers and stirring up the flames.

Yu Changqi looked at his eyebrows and eyes, which were soaked in the firelight, as dazzling and soft as carrying the stars in the sky, his heart froze slightly, and chaotic memories flooded his mind, he couldn't help saying: "What are you doing here?"

Ye Fanji asked nonchalantly, "Then what are you doing here, my lord?"

Yu Changqi didn't answer, but Ye Fanji smiled again: "You are waiting for me!" This is not a guess or a question, but affirmation, Yu Changqi asked: "Why?"

Ye Fan smiled a little, "Since the day you met the prince, you have always had doubts about me, oh no, you probably never trusted me!" He then showed an extremely innocent smile, meaning It seemed that Yu Changqi was at fault for not believing him.

"Then what's your purpose?" Yu Changqi asked aloud, he was a little more relaxed than Ye Fan, but his expression was a little dignified.

"Me?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows a few times, "Why don't you guess, my lord, there will be rewards for guessing right!"

Yu Changqi frowned, as if he was a little unaccustomed to his jumping temperament, but suddenly there was a tingling pain in his knees and ankles, his fingers quietly touched his knees and kneaded them secretly, but his expression was cold and indifferent.

He suffered from pain in his legs and feet when he was young, and tried many methods but still couldn’t cure it. The pain was even worse when it rained. It was not a sharp pain like a hammer hammering into the bone, but a pain as fine as going deep into the bone marrow. To torture people alive to get sick.

However, he has been tenacious and stubborn since he was a child, and sometimes he can talk to others with a calm face when he is in pain. When he can't stand it, he will order the maid to bring hot water to soak and knead. The man could tell that every time he laughed and made fun of him, he would kneel down and beat him for him, and the pain would reduce a lot.

It's just that, over the years, things have changed and people have changed.

The spring flowers and autumn moon in the past have become willows weathered by frost, and the fragile willows hang down on the lake, but it is difficult to startle a ripple.

Seeing that Yu Changqi didn't make a sound, Ye Fan curled his lips in boredom, and then seemed to have discovered something interesting, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and when Yu Changqi didn't react, he leaned over and stretched out a Hands touched each other's knees.

"..." Yu Changqi was startled, Ye Fanji's slender and soft palms were already kneading on his knees, the strength and position were just right to relieve the spasm-like pain, just like the man back then .

Resisting the act of kicking the person in front of him away, Yu Changqi suddenly felt a little dazed, but Ye Fanji said: "I can't see that the prince has always been pampered and pampered, but he still suffers from arthralgia? "

Yu Changqi said: "But I can't see that your hands are so coincidental that they can knead someone's legs and feet."

Ye Fan smiled a few times, his expression became a little weird, and his slender eyebrows flashed a strange look: "Really, then, would you like to try, my lord, what can I do with my skillful hands that surprise you?"

As he spoke, he got up slowly, leaning over Yu Changqi with his whole body in a rolling posture, raised the thin chin of the man in front of him with one hand, the tentacles were delicate and smooth, and his tone was slightly memorable: "My lord has a long face Such a jealous face, this skin is three points smoother than a woman's when touched, what can you do with them..."

After being illuminated by the flames, a silver-white silk line appeared faintly around his neck, and at some point he had completely surrounded the most deadly part of Yu Changqi. It suddenly became stagnant, and infinite murderous intent rang out in his ears.

His eyes didn't blink for a moment, and he took in all the murderous intent in the eyes of the person in front of him. Yu Changqi moved the corners of his lips, and his throat was dry, "It seems that your purpose is to kill me."

The same very affirmative words, Ye Fan laughed softly when he heard the words, the laughter was ethereal and soft, revealing a bit weird, "Did the prince guess right? But there is no reward, because it is already too late!"