Huaigui

The person who called himself Zhao Wen was one of the executive guards who ordered He Lanmingyue to be punished for sixty years by the emperor in anger.

He Lan Mingyue frowned, and thought: "How can I have the ease when trying to figure out the emperor's mind?"

The matter was not complicated. Gao Jing yawned after hearing this, and concluded, "Oh? You mean, you and your eldest brother drank a couple of drinks while on duty last night. You thought His Majesty had rested, but you didn't want to bump into him. Go back to the North Palace. That eldest brother has been dragged away by the Department of Punishment, and you escaped by chance, so you come to ask Gu for help."

Zhao Wen had blood marks on his forehead: "Your Highness, Your Highness, save me!"

Gao Jing smiled, and took two steps down mercifully. He kicked Zhao Wen's forehead with his neat and clean boot toe, forcing him to raise his head. The upper of his shoe rubbed against the wound on his face, and said softly, "You Why do you think Gu will save you?"

Zhao Wen's mind was already alive, and the time when he was frightened had passed. At this moment, his eyes turned and his eyes fell on He Lan Mingyue: "Your Highness...that attendant of His Highness was punished by His Majesty that day. The man and the eldest brother are responsible for the implementation... The villain thinks that His Highness values ​​him..."

"If you acted lightly, he would have survived, right?" Seeing Zhao Wen kowtow again in a hurry, Gao Jing lowered his voice and said more slowly, "The one who owes your life is him, so what does it have to do with Gu?"

Zhao Wen's heart suddenly became cold, and he kowtowed continuously, shouting for help, so that He Lan Mingyue, who was watching, couldn't help his ears feel a little uncomfortable.He looked at Gao Jing, whose face was calm, with a playful smile on the corner of his lips, he seemed to find it amusing, and did not stop Zhao Wen from begging for mercy.

Sensing He Lan's gaze, Gao Jing turned his head sideways and stared at him for a while, then lowered the corners of his eyes and glanced at the long sword on his waist with that ambiguous gaze.

He Lan held Yan Shanxue tightly, and suddenly came to a judgment.

He is not a cold-blooded and ruthless person. Zhao Wen in front of him is kind to him. If he met in private, maybe He Lan Mingyue would secretly help him out of the palace after repeated pleadings, or forge some evidence—this is very important to him now. It's not difficult - but when Zhao Wen came to beg for mercy, he bumped into Gao Jing.

Ever since the cane punishment made him lose face, Gao Jing hated being manipulated by others.

If he could be choked by Zhao Wen's small kindness and accepted his request, and secretly got him out of the palace alive, it wouldn't matter if the incident was exposed and punished by the emperor, how could Gao Jing himself get over this hurdle?

In front of the Yaoguang Pavilion, do you want him to admit that anyone can blackmail him?

What about yourself?

Is he Gao Jing's weakness?

He can be, but he can't let others know.

The words of swearing and swearing allegiance were endless, and He Lanmingyue suddenly felt amused: So this person is usually very clever, and he still can't escape the cliché when his life is at stake. Compared with his own fear at the time, is there any difference?

Gao Jing watched the play in his spare time, and had no intention of leaving for a while.Now the maid was in a hurry, she held the bookcase and reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, it's time to go to Shuyuzhai."

"Huh?" Gao Jing smiled deeply, "Then we should settle this matter first. Brother Mingyue, this person has a great relationship with you, and I trust you alone. What should I do? I'll leave it to you to decide!"

He spoke briskly, as if he didn't care, but his eyes never moved away from He Lan Mingyue's body, looking forward to him with some expectation as if examining what he was going to do.

He Lan Mingyue said "yes" lightly, and walked slowly towards Zhao Wen who was on the ground.

A heart in his chest was beating extremely fast. He had already made a decision, but he still couldn't bear it.

The hand holding the sword hilt tightened, He Lan Mingyue grabbed his collar and dragged the person who was a few points taller than herself from the ground.His movements were rough, and Zhao Wen realized what was about to happen, and immediately began to struggle. The hand that clamped the collar was extremely strong, and he squeezed his throat tightly again.

The sound of begging for mercy stopped suddenly, and Zhao Wen yelled "heh" "heh", which didn't sound like a human voice, his face turned into a liver color, his hands couldn't use his strength, but he tried in vain to break Helan Mingyue apart.

He heard the young man in front of him snort shortly, as if he was laughing, but just disdainful, his lips as thin as a sword were pursed into a line, and his light gray pupils reflected his unbearable misery.

And this is Zhao Wen's last memory.

The guard next to him was dazzled for a moment, and his saber had been taken away.Then everyone had no time to react, Helan Mingyue's expression didn't even change a bit, it was as cold as if he hadn't personally pushed the knife forward——

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his gray-white clothes red.

The timid maid fought with both hands, trying to hold herself back so as not to scream on the spot.

The person who instantly turned into a corpse fell limply, and the guards on both sides dragged it away well. He Lan Mingyue instructed: "Take it back to the Punishment Department and tell the person who was sent down. Zhao Wen ignored the palace rules and offended Tianyan. Now His highness has already dealt with those who tried to frame the Lord of the Yaoguang Pavilion beyond their limits."

After saying that, he watched a thin line spread from the man's heel until it disappeared into the corner of the wall, then turned around, raised his hand to wipe the blood splattered on his face, and pulled out the scarlet color.

"If you go back to His Highness, it's done." He straightened his back and said that the matter had nothing to do with him.

"That's right." Gao Jing said, "It's time for Gu to leave. Today is Mr. Murong's lecture on the Book of Rites, so I dare not be late."

"Forgive me for bringing blood, so I dare not send you off."

Gao Jing patted him on the shoulder tolerantly: "Today is very good, go wash up, wait for Gu to come back."

Helan Mingyue quickly knelt down on one knee and answered "Yes", followed Gao Jing's shadow all the way to him walking out of the Yaoguang Pavilion, then stood up and looked in the direction of Shu Yuzhai thoughtfully.

Half of his body was covered in blood, and he was finally at a loss for a moment, and then he half-bowed and retched.

The maid didn't approach, and finally the little eunuch Qingcao handed him a clean towel, and kindly prepared hot water for him to clean himself up.He called "Brother He Lan" in front of "Brother He Lan" and back, although it didn't do much to calm his heart, it finally made He Lan Mingyue regain his sanity a little.

kill people.

A fresh life was all stabbed out with that knife.

He Lan Mingyue buried her face in the towel to soothe her sore eyes.

But he only has a moment to soften his heart. When Gao Jing comes back, he will go to meet Gao Jing as if nothing happened.If Gao Jing asked, he wasn't even worthy of sprinkling wine to pay homage to his benefactor.

He is a shadow guard, he has no feelings and no relatives, but he needs to devote himself wholeheartedly to Gao Jing.

This is also a scene, and He Lan Mingyue probably forgot even herself at the end of the performance.

When Gao Jing came back from Shuyuzhai, Helan Mingyue changed and stood at the door of the study.Gao Jing's habit is to write for half an hour after the morning class, read some books, and then have lunch.

When Gao Jing was reading, he had to be by his side all the time.

If Gao Jing was happy, maybe he would show him an easy-to-understand booklet and teach him how to write - he should blame himself for this. He Lan Mingyue took the book Gao Jing gave him to the wing room where he lived. I have no time to read during the day, so I can only light a lamp at night.Gao Jing found out once, saying that it would damage his eyes, so he asked him to stay with him.

Occasionally, Gao Sheng from the palace next door would come to join in the fun, so Gao Jing patiently let him play for a while.Occasionally, at the end of the morning class, Gao Yu came to sit with Gao Jing for a while, and then hurried back to the Chaofeng Hall to accompany his mother and concubine for dinner.

It seems that the emperor is happy to see the atmosphere of brotherhood and respect. He Lanmingyue has never seen him come, but the rewards sent to Yaoguang Pavilion are increasing.Most of them were given to the two brothers by Gao Jing, and he thought this was what the emperor would prefer to see.

This day, there was no little follower Gao Yu, and no Gao Sheng came to join in the fun. He Lan Mingyue went through that morning, and she didn't know how to put her hands and feet, so she had to stand behind the desk as usual.

Gao Jing didn't pay attention to his intentions, he didn't mention what happened when he got up in the morning, and quietly leaned on the couch reading a book.The characters were as small as mosquitoes and flies, and they were densely packed. Thanks to his patience, he wrote down the comments with a pen while reading.

From time to time, there was a crisp and itchy feeling on her back. He Lan Mingyue was a little unbearable, and she turned her head to the side and blinked.His small movements did not escape Gao Jing's eyes, and the man asked without looking up, "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty is fine." He Lan Mingyue replied, "Does Your Highness want some tea?"

Gao Jing laughed softly, a bit deep: "Are you still thinking about the morning?"

He Lan Mingyue said: "Don't dare."

Gao Jing covered the book on the small table beside the couch, raised his head and looked at him with great interest: "But Gu heard Mr. "Theory of the Hidden Fu" today, and suddenly wanted to ask why you didn't use the handle that Gu gave you. sword?"

The Yanshanxue on her waist suddenly became as heavy as a thousand weights, He Lanmingyue clenched it tightly and then loosened it, regaining her sanity from the brief dizziness, her face turned a little pale, but fortunately, he was always two points paler than others, so I couldn't tell abnormal.His throat twitched, he felt sticky for a while, and the smell of blood came back again, he was speechless for a while.

But Gao Jing didn't want to see his silence this time: "Why, look down on that sword, or feel that Gu is not good for you?"

With a sinking tone, He Lan Mingyue hurriedly knelt down on the ground: "No."

The prince who was dressed in a brocade robe and jade belt raised one eyebrow, that gesture was actually an outstanding emperor.He didn't speak, just quietly waiting for Helan Mingyue's answer.

"That handle of Yanshanxue, I don't want it to be dirty because of this matter." He Lanmingyue put her palms on the ground, cold sweat dripped from her forehead, "You gave me the sword, of course my subordinates understand what it means."

"It's good that you understand." Gao Jing finally smiled miserably.

He Lan, you are a sword of Gu, you have to point wherever Gu tells you to point.

The person in front of him was still kneeling, with the undulating curvature of his back like a beautiful spring mountain. Gao Jing looked at it for a while, and said softly.He picked up the book again, the ink on the tip of the pen was a little dry, and the paper was dry and white. After the two words were written, Gao Jing glanced at them and saw that the corners of He Lan's eyes were slightly red.

He softened his voice: "Did I scare you?"

He Lan Mingyue shook her head in denial, but her fingers were shaking.His fear was not feigned, every time Gao Jing showed such an inscrutable expression, it was like a knife was stuck in his throat.

It seemed that it was not Zhao Wen who was slashed with blood, but himself.

He had just ended a life with his own hands, and his whole body was like a string stretched to a critical point, and it would break if a little external force was applied.In the final analysis, he is only 19 years old, and no matter how cruel the past is, it is not as impactful as witnessing a beauty turn into a bone in an instant.

Gao Jing waved at him, like calling a dog, but said very gently: "Brother Mingyue, come here! How could I really blame you, that man is too shameful!"

He went over as he said, sat on the edge of the couch, and was about to say something when he bumped into a soft ball in his arms.In astonishment, He Lan Mingyue turned her head slightly, and Gao Jing pressed against his neck, leaning against him with a very sticky posture, and burrowed into his arms with a pair of cold hands.

"Your Highness..." Her voice began to tremble, and He Lan Mingyue raised her hand to hold Gao Jing down.

"What? Isn't it a common occurrence?" He smiled, and a strange color flashed across his youthful face.

This is the truth, Helan Mingyue relaxed a little in a daze.

In the cold and long winter, every room in Yaoguang Pavilion was burned with earth dragons, but Gao Jing's hands were still unable to be warmed.It seemed to be related to his eye disease, Gao Jing didn't care about it, he just regarded Helan Mingyue as a living stove, leaned on him to read and take a nap, and put his hands in the palms of his sleeves to keep warm.

But it was the first time for her to be close to her chest. He Lan Mingyue's long eyelashes covered the emotions in her eyes, and she adjusted her breathing so that Gao Jing would not notice that his heart was beating fast.

"He Lan, I know you have never killed anyone, and you didn't mean to let you kill him." Gao Jing's words were like streams of melted spring snow, gurgling into his heart, full of cool bewitchment, "If he is alive, Royal Father might think of something else... You know what I mean, I'm really happy."

Every time he said "I", he let go of that noble shell and buried himself in He Lan's arms acting like a baby.He Lan Mingyue didn't know what to say, so she could only answer in a daze: "Yes."

Gao Jing stuck it tighter, his hands stretched along the skirt of his clothes all the way to his waist, and in an embracing posture, his chin rested on Helan Mingyue's shoulder.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gao Jing's clothes embroidered with gold thread spread out, and the landscape painting seemed to come alive, spreading to his knees and thighs, and the expensive gold thread tied his throat tightly.

And the next moment, Gao Jing leaned into his ear and whispered: "Brother Mingyue, I am really happy that you are standing by my side."

Just as he was about to answer, his earlobe was suddenly wetly licked.

Helan Mingyue almost screamed, the thought of being teased as a woman made him want to stand up for a moment, but Gao Jing hugged him, pulled himself into his arms, and raised those soul-stirring eyes again.

When he kissed, Helan Mingyue was completely blank.

Is it a reward, comfort, or can't help it?Maybe it's neither, just want to see him embarrassed?

He Lan didn't have time to think about anything, Gao Jing wrapped his arms around his waist, passed his back, went up against his spine, and finally hugged his neck, and licked the corners of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. The sharp teeth pierced the soft flesh on the inner side of the lower lip very shallowly, and a strange numbness made him open his mouth, and the strange tongue stuck out immediately.

Now his whole body was stiff, but a sense of pleasure surged from his back. Gao Jing took him in his mouth, sucked and licked and kissed him, frowning like an impatient little animal, and his fingers circled his neck more tightly.

When he let go, he saw Gao Jing's red lips, blush on his cheeks, water in his eyes, and a half-smile, washing away the previous indifference and alienation.

He Lan almost had the illusion that everything was his dream. Gao Jing let go of his neck, bit the side of his neck viciously, bit a small piece of skin and sucked it, and said after a long while: "You are really a piece of wood. ah!"

"..." He Lan Mingyue raised her hand, hugged Gao Jing's waist, and silently pressed her forehead to his shoulder.

Holding Gao Jing in his arms so that he would not fall off the narrow side of the couch, He Lan didn't care if this posture was too presumptuous.He leaned back for a while, and heard Gao Jing's low laugh, saying, "You're teasing me again."

Gao Jing said heartily: "How could it be?"

Helan Mingyue suddenly felt bitter, and said, "You treat me as a woman."

Gao Jing laughed, broke free from his arms, straightened the messy front, looked at He Lan's disheveled appearance, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "What do you think of as a woman? No, you are just mine. people."

He frowned and raised his head, Gao Jing was against the light, he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he felt that the words were gnashing his teeth extremely firmly, and the tone made him unable to tell who was speaking.

How could Gao Jing say such a thing?

And he was still whispering softly: "Listen to me, brother Mingyue, I will treat you well."

It was the last winter day in the 16th year of Jingming. The heavy snow in Luoyang City had not stopped since the beginning of winter, and the vast land was empty and white.

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Gao Jing: You are my tool man (=゜ω゜)ノぃょぅ