Wen Xiangyanyu

in the tent.

Jiang Lin shook his hands, held Ling Qiyan's sword, and looked at him with a mournful face: "Lang, Mr. Lang, I don't dare to chop, for fear of hurting your hand..."

Ling Qi frowned and said, "Stop talking nonsense, move quickly, and stop whining!"

Jiang Lin shrank his neck and barely stopped crying.

"quick!"

Jiang Lin took a deep breath, and hesitantly swung his sword down.

After an ear-piercing sound, the iron chain made of some special material did not move at all.

Ling Qiyan's complexion became more and more ugly, and he didn't believe in evil: "Come again."

"Lang Jun..."

"If you don't know how to get out, get out and find someone who can."

Jiang Lin didn't dare to say any more, and once again raised his sword with both hands.

The second time, the third time.

Except for one more piercing and sharper sound, it was all useless.

Finally, Ling Qiyan was discouraged, fell back on the couch, and threw the word "scroll" to Jiang Lin.

Jiang Lin quickly put down his sword.

He went to serve him tea and snacks, persuaded him a few words in a low voice, and withdrew.

Ling Qiyan closed his eyes and ignored people.

An hour later, Wen Ying's personal guards came in and knelt down to help him unchain him.

"Your Highness said, please stay here with peace of mind, he will be back soon."

The other party's attitude was very submissive, but Ling Qiyan didn't like it no matter what, and threw out three words indifferently: "You too."

When the person stepped back, he rubbed his wrist angrily. Although it was separated by a layer of clothing, his skin was white and tender, and there was still an obvious red mark on his wrist.

He muttered and cursed a few words in his mouth, but his thoughts of following out secretly stopped completely.

It's already this hour, where else can he go, those people outside must have got Wen Ying's order, and they will definitely not let him leave the barracks.

That's it.

Near noon, the army finally marched to the hinterland of Fengri Mountain, and after crossing two hills, they could see Fengri City. Wen Ying ordered to rest in place for a while, and then set off after using the dry food.

Zhang Kan came over on his horse and reported to him in a low voice, saying that he was going all the way into the mountain. He always felt that there was something strange in the mountain, and he was afraid that something might happen.

This man is a veteran with rich combat experience, with a keen sense of smell, and instinctively sensed that something was wrong. Wen Ying did not comment, but ordered to strengthen the vigilance, and sent scouts to explore the way ahead.

He did not tell these subordinates about the fact that someone in the army communicated with the enemy to pass the news.

"It's also gray today. It looks like it's going to rain heavily. I don't know if I can get out of the mountain before the rain falls."

Zhang Kan sighed casually, a little incomprehensible, the weather was fine yesterday, Wen Yingfei said that he would take another day off, and dragged it off to climb the mountain today, but after walking for an hour, the sky turned cloudy, and the heavy rain really fell after a while, so they marched in the end It's a hassle.

Wen Yingdan said: "Take a rest for a quarter of an hour and leave."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, after resting in place for half an hour, Wen Ying ordered to start again.

Just as he was about to leave, there was a sudden commotion in the rear troops. The distance was too far, and he couldn't see what happened on the other side for a while. After hearing the report, Wen Ying immediately ordered someone to check.

It didn't take a while for the person sent to report back, panicking: "It's a fire, there's a fire in the forest behind!"

Zhang Kan stared wide-eyed: "How could there be a fire? How many people are still in the forest? Tell them to evacuate quickly!"

As soon as the voice fell, the vanguard army also sent someone to report in a hurry: "The front, the front is also on fire, and the road is blocked!"

"what happened?!"

The few people couldn't explain why, so Zhang Kan didn't have time to ask more questions, so he quickly got on his horse and went to the front to check in person.

Wen Ying raised his head, and the dark clouds moved forward, covering the sky and the sun, and the last ray of sunlight was about to be completely blocked.

Ling Qiyan walked out of the tent and looked at the sky as dark as night. Jiang Lin had already lit the lamp and reminded him in a low voice: "Mr. Lang, it's going to rain soon. Go inside so you don't get drenched."

"Ah."

He responded with his mouth, but didn't move, staring straight ahead for a moment.

After a while, a thunderclap resounded through the sky, and the glaring lightning pierced through the black clouds in an instant, and in an instant, the torrential rain came.

The servants around him helped him hold up the umbrella, Ling Qiyan still stood motionless under the umbrella, his eyes fell on the place with heavy mountains ahead, his lips moved, and he asked in a low voice: "Did you hear any sound?"

Jiang Lin and the others looked at each other, apart from thunder and lightning and rain, how could they hear anything else?

After a while, Ling Qiyan closed his eyes, turned and went back to the tent.

He felt that he was a little stunned, and it was obviously impossible to hear it, but the buzzing in his ears was the sound of swords clashing on the battlefield.

Jiang Lin brought him freshly brewed hot tea again, Ling Qiyan didn't move, he stared blankly at the little fire on the lampstand, inexplicably restless.

Battlefield in the mountains.

Wen Yinggao rode on his black wind, and the torrential rain had completely soaked his armor. Holding his sword, he rushed into the enemy camp with a murderous aura all over his body.

The rain mixed with blood kept washing away his eyes, one Barrington man after another fell down in front of him, the sword in Wen Ying's hand seemed to have become a part of his body, soaked in blood, fierce and chilling, just like himself, the real The evil god came to the world.

Ling Qiyan woke up from his sleep, raised his hand to wipe his forehead, and his hand was covered with cold sweat.

The darkness in the tent made him suddenly not know what year it was. After a long time, he finally regained his composure and swallowed hard, making sure that he was just having a nightmare.

When Jiang Lin heard the movement, he helped him relight the candle and asked him if he wanted some water.

Ling Qiyan propped himself up, drank half a glass of boiling water, recovered completely, and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's almost past time."

Is it already this hour?

After lunch first, he was bored and played chess alone on the couch.

In the dream, Wen Ying was immediately pierced through the chest by an arrow, fell down suddenly, and was trampled by countless people. His body gradually became cold in the rain, and he was lifeless.

No matter how he yelled beside him, the man didn't open his eyes again.

Ling Qiyan clutched his chest, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable. He knew it was just a dream, but those pictures were too real, and the feeling of suffocation when he saw Wen Ying's body was even clearer, which made him terrified and flustered.

"Come on!"

After ordering someone to inquire about the news, he didn't feel sleepy anymore, so he stood up and paced back and forth in the tent.

After another quarter of an hour, the clouds and rain finally cleared up outside, but it was almost dusk.

Ling Qiyan didn't want to wait any longer, so he went out of the tent and asked someone to bring his horse.

The guards left behind by Wen Ying tried to stop him, but Ling Qiyan drew his sword and pointed at the leader, and said coldly: "The prince kept you here, didn't he tell you to look at me like a prisoner, what is the relationship between me and the prince?" , you know it well, the battle in the mountains is almost over now, I'm going to find the prince, you either go with me, or get out of the way!"

Those people hesitated again and again, lowered their heads, followed Ling Qiyan, got on their horses, and galloped out of the camp.

After walking into the mountain for half an hour, before the sky completely darkened, they encountered the first soldiers and horses who came back to report.

"At noon, our army was resting in the mountains to use dry food. When they encountered an ambush, the Barringtons set fire to the mountain. Taking advantage of our army's chaos, they sent troops to sneak attack, intending to wipe out our army. The two sides fought. Fortunately, God favored us. The heavy rain came suddenly, and the mountain fire was extinguished before it boiled. The prince and the generals quickly adjusted their formation to meet the attack. Total victory."

The smile on the corner of Ling Qiyan's mouth hadn't risen yet, when someone said again: "My lord rushed into the enemy's formation in person, was shot by a cold arrow, and was rescued by Zheng Shoubei. The injury is unknown. Now he is in the camp in the mountain. The military doctor is working Treat the prince."

Ling Qiyan's heart tightened, and he clenched his fists: "Where did you hit?"

"Chest, chest."

After the soldier finished speaking, he didn't hear him ask any more questions, but only heard the sound of the horse's hooves. Looking up, Ling Qiyan had already galloped away on the horse, and his figure disappeared on the mountain road in an instant.

After another half an hour of rapid travel, they finally ran into a large army camped here in the valley where they could not see their fingers.

Being brought into the coach's tent, Ling Qiyan stopped in his tracks, and saw Wen Ying lying on the bed with pale face and eyes closed.

His upper body was naked, and a thick white cloth was wrapped around his chest. He was indeed injured, and the injury was serious.

It took a long time for Ling Qiyan to approach slowly, knelt down beside the bed, tried to touch Wen Ying with trembling hands, but dared not, staring at him blankly with red eyes.

Zheng Mu Wenqing and the others were also in the tent. Zheng Mu and Ling Qiyan reported what happened on the battlefield in a low voice: "There was chaos at the time, and the arrow was shot from nowhere. It was off by two inches, and the prince was not killed on the spot. Although our army lost a lot of soldiers and generals in this battle, the enemy suffered heavy casualties. Vice President Zhang has brought half of the troops to pursue the fleeing army and capture Fengri City."

There was a buzzing in Ling Qiyan's mind, he didn't listen to a word Zheng Mu said, he just stared blankly at Wen Ying who seemed unconscious on the couch, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing him like this, the rest of them didn't say any more, they looked at each other and retreated.

There was no one else in the tent, Ling Qiyan carefully held Wen Ying's hand, bent down, rested his forehead on his hand, and did not move for a long time.

Warm water dripped from his eyes.

Sensing the man's hand caressing his cheek, Ling Qiyan raised his head suddenly, Wen Ying had already turned his head to the side and opened his eyes, looking at him with dark and bright eyes.

Ling Qiyan managed to recover, and opened his mouth with difficulty: "You, are you okay..."

"Ah."

Wen Ying's voice was a little hoarse, but he didn't sound as weak as Ling Qiyan imagined. He even stood up, put his arms around Ling Qiyan's waist, and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "It's okay, don't worry about it." cry."

Ling Qiyan raised his hand to wipe his face, only to realize that his hand was covered with water.

He blinked slowly, stared at Wen Ying's expression at the moment, and finally noticed something was wrong: "Can you still move? Is the injury serious?"

"Fortunately."

Ling Qiyan swallowed his voice: "... are you okay?"

"It's really okay." Wen Ying untied the cloth belt wrapped around his body one by one, and showed him the wound.

Ling Qiyan's eyes fell, and he froze in astonishment.

Wen Ying's chest was not bloody and bloody as he thought it was before, there was only a very shallow cut, which obviously didn't hurt the vitals.

"You pretended?!"

Ling Qiyan blurted out, instantly trying to understand the cause and effect of the matter, and now his eyes turned red with anger.

He rushed forward and slapped Wen Ying on the head and face: "You bastard, I thought you were really going to die, you lied to me, you liar, liar!"

Wen Ying let him vent, pressed him into his arms, and let out a soft "hiss".

Ling Qiyan hurriedly avoided, Wen Ying's cut was shallow, but it was indeed an arrow wound, and it would always hurt when touched.

Wiping all the water off his face, Ling Qiyan glared at him angrily: "Can you tell the truth now?"

Wen Ying nodded: "I will tell you whatever you want to know."

"You hurt? On purpose?"

"Ah."

"In order to play a bitter trick for your father?"

"Ah."

"You've thought about this for a long time, so you don't take me there anyway, because you're afraid that I won't be able to cooperate well with you in this play? Zheng Muwenqing and the others know, right? You told them but didn't tell me?"

Wen Ying didn't answer, and acquiesced to his words.

He just didn't dare to gamble, Ling Qiyan followed, he would be distracted, he would show his feet, this is his best chance, he must make sure nothing goes wrong.

Ling Qiyan wanted to hit someone even more, but when he saw the wound on his chest, he felt bad again: "You're mad at me!"

Wen Ying's throat rolled: "Sorry."

He took out a very small heart protection piece and handed it to Ling Qiyan: "The iron chain that locks you is made of the same material, and the arrow cannot penetrate it. When the arrow shot over, I actually saw it. But he didn't dodge, the arrow hit the heart protection piece, and the angle was skewed, only the flesh wound was scratched on the edge of the heart protection piece."

What he said was an understatement, but Ling Qiyan was terrified when he heard it.

This bastard is too bold, if something goes wrong in this matter, he might really die on the spot.

Thinking of the scene that appeared in the previous dream, Ling Qiyan was full of anger and had nowhere to vent. Finally, he took Wen Ying's hand and bit his arm hard.

Wen Ying let him bite, and raised his hand to gently pinch the back of his neck.

After a long while, Ling Qiyan let go of his mouth, made two peeps, and questioned him again: "What happened just now? You lay here and pretended to be seriously injured and couldn't get up? That Zheng Muming knew it was a fake and said that on purpose. You just want to see I feel sorry for you, don't I?"

"No," Wen Ying explained earnestly, "Really not, there were too many people here just now, only Zheng Mu and Wen Qing knew the truth of this matter, and they didn't intend to play tricks on you."

"Anyway, you must be very proud. You will be happy to see me sad."

"Do you feel sad?"

"...You asked knowingly."

"Well, I'm very happy."

Ling Qiyan was at a loss for words in an instant, he was really thick-skinned.

Wen Ying grabbed one of his hands and held it lightly: "Don't be angry, this play requires your cooperation to continue singing, and the highlight will be the rest."

Ling Qiyan ignored him, and looked at their clasped hands. There were also two inconspicuous scratches on the back of Wen Ying's hands, which were still oozing blood.

He asked in a low voice, "Why is there no medicine here?"

Wen Ying didn't care and said, "It's just a small injury, it doesn't matter."

"I scratched my hand last time, and you sneakily gave me medicine in the middle of the night. It doesn't matter if you do it yourself?"

"……you know?"

Ling Qiyan said angrily, "Of course I know."

He didn't want to say that when he woke up that morning, he was smelled of medicine.

Asking someone to bring the ointment, Ling Qiyan still knelt by the couch and helped Wen Ying apply the ointment with his own hands.

It was the first time for him to do this, he was clumsy and careful, and after applying the medicine, he held Wen Ying's hand and blew gently.

Wen Ying's eyes were bright, and she stared at him intently.

Ling Qiyan bent down again, took his palm and rubbed his face lightly: "Poor scholar, smelly scholar, don't scare me anymore."

Wen Ying's voice became hoarse, and he replied solemnly: "Okay."

"As you said, you will listen to me in everything from now on. Next time this kind of thing happens again, you are not allowed to hide it from me anymore. Even if you are afraid of being distracted and don't take me there, at least let me have a bottom line in my heart. I am worried about it." It’s been a whole day, I haven’t eaten well, and I’ve had nightmares.”

"……Feel sorry."

Ling Qiyan muttered and complained for a while, and when he heard him say this again, he frowned and said, "Stop it, I don't like these two words, just don't lie to me in the future, for the sake of your injury, I won't tell you this time." care about."

"it is good."