Zhu Lan is dead

The fine and dense pain on the back came again, and Piansheng finally closed his eyes for a long while, but this time it made him unable to bear it again.

In the past few days, it has recurred from time to time. Sometimes I can bear it as long as I can bear it.

After a while, most of the clothes were wet, but the eyes were exceptionally bright in the darkness, and the hand that was holding the quilt was loosened again, and the sound of sex as thin as gossamer began to spread in the silent air in the dark night.

The door was suddenly kicked open by someone, before he had time to see who it was, his upper body was immediately hugged by someone, his clothes were taken off his shoulders, a few fingers pressed against his back fiercely, and began to push Those acupoints where the needles fell.

"Don't play hard, if something goes wrong..."

Guifuyan's anxious voice faintly sounded in his ears.

The person holding him couldn't see his face clearly as usual, but the calm voice sounded beside his ears, but it made people feel reassured, "I have my own measure."

The back was firmly pushed upwards again, and Ye Fan felt a burst of qi and blood in his chest, and the silver needle seemed to restrain his emotions in his body.

His body was like when he was in the sea of ​​fire that day, layers of hot sweat were continuously separated, his brows were frowned, and his sanity was a little blurred, as if he saw Cuisheng dying, and those words...

His eyes were blurred with discomfort as if his heart was blocked, and he was so angry that he suddenly turned over and opened the person who was close at hand, with anger bursting out in his eyes, "...Get out!"

But the man didn't respond at all. Seeing him lying on the edge of the bed and retching uncontrollably, he finally darkened his eyes, stretched out his hand and pulled him back forcefully, "Hold him."

"Let go of me! Get out of here!"

He struggled desperately with all his strength, the pain gradually spread in his heart, as if his nerves were about to melt, Guifu Yanli immediately grabbed his wrist, his clothes were completely taken off, and the man pressed his fingers against his back again.

The slender fingers pressed the spine line and massaged it little by little, trying to relieve the pain, but no matter what, they dared not force the needle easily.

"Let go..." But after a while, he lost his strength after struggling, his eyes were wide open, but he seemed to be unable to see anything.

After tossing for about two hours, seeing Ye Fanji's sleeping face gradually calming down, both of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The white forehead was soaked with sweat, but Guifuyan had no time to take care of it, and sat slumped on one side, his lips pursed into a line.

The man seemed to know what he was thinking, so he came over and stroked his forehead with his fingers, wiping off his sweat little by little, "If you're tired, take a break, I'll take care of you here."

But Guifuyan raised his head to look at him. Under the candlelight, he looked like the young man with red lips and white teeth. It's just that the years have passed, and the gray hair on his temples has also been stained with a few streaks of white frost prematurely. "Blame me, I failed to take good care of him." He, if he lost his life now, what face would I have..."

"You don't have to blame yourself." The man looked down at him with deep eyes, "You have done a good job, he is not a child anymore, he has to learn to take care of himself."

He opened his mouth but hesitated to speak, Guifu Yan finally lowered his head, reached out to hold his palm, and stroked the scars and thick calluses on his fingertips, feeling bitter and unspeakable.

On the second day, he got up diligently, turned over and lifted off the bedding, and was about to go to bed when the door was opened.

Seeing Gui Fuyan coming in, Ye Fan smiled a little.

"What are you laughing at? It doesn't hurt now?" He reached for the water basin, wrung out the towel and handed it to him.

Ye Fan took it and wiped it on his face carelessly, "I...was sick again last night?"

"..."

Seeing Guifuyan's expressionless expression, Ye Fan felt that something was wrong for a while, worried that if he went crazy last night and hurt his second uncle by mistake, his conscience would really be offended.

"En." After a while, Guifuyan nodded lightly.

"So, did it hurt you?"

"If you were hurt, I would have put you in a cage."

Ye Fan touched his nose a few times, but didn't dare to make a sound.

"Today, when you come back from cutting two bundles of firewood on the mountain, you should exercise your body..."

"Aren't you afraid of me running away?"

"Where can you run?" He had suffered a few times last time, and he also knew that there were some things he couldn't force. If Ye Fanji wanted to run, even if he had 1 thoughts to stop it, he was destined to be unable to stop it. If you don't let it go, let nature take its course.

"..." Hearing this, he not only bowed his head and smiled wryly, yes, where could he run, that person sent him back with his own hands, if he ran out so recklessly, wouldn't he be burdening everyone?

Looking at Ye Fanji's gloomy expression, Guifuyan naturally knew what he was thinking, but he couldn't comfort him anymore. If his life could be saved because of such a misunderstanding, then there's nothing wrong with continuing to misunderstand.

"Sir, here comes the door..."

Soon the door was pushed open, and the boy who was driving the carriage came in, and when he saw Ye Fan who was awake on the bed, he shut up immediately.

"I see." Gui Fuyan got up immediately, and walked out unhurriedly, but the people outside the door had been waiting for a long time, seeing him coming out, they immediately handed him the letter in their arms.

Guifu extended his hand to take it, thanked him, and the postman who delivered the letter rode away quickly.

"Who sent the letter?" Ye Fan walked out after getting dressed.

Unhurriedly folded the letter in half and put it in his sleeve, Gui Fuyan pulled him into the room, "It's nothing, a letter from the capital."

"The capital?" Sitting at the table, he sipped some porridge. If he remembered correctly, they had traveled here for at least five days, not to mention that Guifuyan hadn't stayed in the capital for so many years, who would come here? Send a letter?

My heart skipped a beat, I don't know what I thought of, but when I was about to blurt out the words, Gui Fuyan quickly blocked them back, "It was sent by Tian Ruwan."

"... Oh." Hiding the disappointment in his eyes, he lowered his head and did not make another sound.

The candlelight reflected streaks of light on the smooth jade surface, but it was not clear. Looking at it against the light, it seemed thick and deep.

I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't remember where I saw this thing, but the severely worn font could only faintly see the edge of the word Ling.

Originally, he also sent people to look for the attendant who gave him this jade tablet, but after searching several times, he couldn't find anyone. He was suspicious and deceitful, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, the candle was extinguished, and the jade tablet in his hand was hidden under the table, while Jin Yuanyi pushed the door open and entered.

"Have you received the letter?"

Jin Yuanyi stepped forward and nodded, "It's just that there is no reply."

After pondering for a while, he couldn't help but said, "Then his injury is better?"

"No."

The air was quiet for a while, and he whispered: "...I see."

"My lord." Jin Yuanyi looked at him, "In this situation, don't take him back. Although the last time was lucky enough to escape, do you really think those people will let it go?"

Of course he knew, otherwise he wouldn't have handed Ye Fanji back to Fuyan from the very beginning. Apart from being the safest place, the environment in the capital is the most likely unfavorable place for him.

Zhou Lixiao is now more and more suspicious of him. Although he has not done anything for a long time, he believes that this bloody storm will definitely not just pass.

Faint human voices came from the house, which seemed to be filled with anger, and Zhou Huaiqi almost thought that those two people could lift the roof.

The whole body is hidden under the eaves, and the candlelight from the window weaves thin threads. When the wind blows at night, the strong fragrance of flowers lingers on the tip of the nose.

He has never loved this place. There are all kinds of flowers in this villa all year round. Although it is against the natural growth, the man always has various ways to make these flowers bloom in different seasons. On the same piece of land, even compared to others, it is always an existence that goes against the sky.

Not long after, the door was suddenly opened by someone, a light and shadow cast onto the cold bluestone slab in the courtyard, and the man in purple walked away.

"Does the corner sound good?"

Zhou Huaiqi was startled by a melodious and familiar voice, and immediately retreated.

The man stood up slowly with his hands behind his back, his wide sleeves fluttering in the cold wind, his picturesque eyebrows reflected the vigilant expression of the person in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a good mood.

"It's windy at night, are you not afraid of freezing if you stand here?"

Zhou Huaiqi narrowed her eyes slightly, "You don't worry about me..."

"What are you worried about?" Liang Ke looked at him and smiled, "I've said it before, if you have anything to understand, just tell me directly, if you do this kind of behavior that harms a gentleman, you will lose your life."

After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but said: "Then... what were you and him arguing about?"

"Haven't you heard clearly after standing outside for so long?"

"No."

"You're really cute." Liang Ke couldn't help chuckling, "It's just that he was making noise alone. This time Zhou Lixiao repented and remarried the person who married him. Of course, he was not happy. Originally, he wanted to use the princess's identity Come to restrain Zhou Keyin, who would have thought that such a disturbance would cause chaos."

As he said that, he approached him and laughed wantonly, "I really don't know what skills you Zhou have. It can make someone who is used to being chic and romantic finally be willing to take it seriously."

Zhou Huaiqi opened the wolf claws with a wave, and said without changing her face: "What about you, what are you going to do?"

"Me? Of course I'm helping him, otherwise what can I do? How can I not give him the face of the crown prince of a country?"

"What about the price?"

"What price?" Liang Ke approached him.

"I don't believe you will help others for no reason."

"Tsk." He chuckled in a low voice, "Indeed, after all, I'm a person who doesn't like to suffer."

After all, she reached out and grabbed his sleeve, leaning directly on his shoulder, "His price is what he wants."

"...What do you mean?" Zhou Huaiqi wanted to turn her head a little uncomfortably, but was completely restrained by the hands on her waist.

"It's nothing." He yawned indifferently, "Just remember that everything I do is for you."

"..." There was a silent cold, and the contradiction between being able to afford it and not being able to let it go was tangled in his heart. He didn't know whether he should go on like this. Liang Keming did not allow him to have anything to do with Zhou Lixiao's affairs. But secretly, why did he do this?

Should I really just be a puppet who doesn't hear anything outside the window, living under the roof of others for the rest of my life?