Those years when I was a tool person

Although Rongying also suffered some injuries, they were not serious, and healed after being raised at home for two days.

Coming out of the Han Mansion, he searched carefully along the route he and Song Xin had taken to evade pursuit, and finally found Nie Shi's body by the moat.

Han Baoyin didn't want to hide his intentions when doing things, Rong Ying knew very well that Song Xin was kidnapped and fell into his hands.

Rong Ying didn't follow up to ask about Song Xin's whereabouts, because he knew better than anyone that Song Xin was still alive.

After burying Nie Shi, Rong Ying went to find Han Baoyin with a jug of wine.

It was the first time for the father and son to sit together drinking. After Han Baoyin sighed in surprise, he took the wine glass Rong Ying handed him with great joy, took it up and drank it down: "Have fun!"

Han Baoyin took a deep look at Rong Ying: "Father hasn't had a drink with anyone like this for a long time."

"Why?" Rong Ying asked him: "You have so many people following you every day, and you can't find someone to drink with?"

"No one would really want to drink with someone like me. There are too many hypocrisy, and those are too many to count."

"What kind of person is a person like you?" Rong Ying took a sip of his wine and continued to ask.

"Naturally a bad guy."

"Why do you want to be a bad guy?"

"There can't be only good people in this world, and there can't be only bad people. The two must be balanced to be considered normal. I just responded to this demand and became a person who is the opposite of a good person."

Rong Ying: "Can't it be changed?"

"It can't be changed, it's too late."

"..."

After drinking a pot of wine, Han Baoyin was drunk like mud, Rong Ying helped him back to his room, and after he settled him down, he heard the whistle coming from outside.

Following the sound, he found Song Xin leaning against the corner and waiting for him just like last time, but the difference was that there were a few more places on his body wrapped in bandages.

"Are you OK?"

Rong Ying couldn't remember how many times he asked Song Xin similar questions.

Are you OK?How are you?

It seemed to be a necessary step in every meeting they had.

Song Xin smiled, looking particularly bleak under the moonlight: "Master, Brother Nie is dead."

"..." Rong Ying: "I know."

"He died to save me."

Rong Ying stopped talking, he had noticed that Song Xin's mood was not stable.

"You said, why would he jump out to save me?" Song Xin laughed a few times, as if crying ugly: "I stole his beloved, he should wish me to die, why would he do it for me?" It is unscientific to lose your life, right?"

Rong Ying chose to ignore the word "science" which is very offensive. He said: "Brother Shitou has always been kind. No matter whether the person he met that day was you or not, he would not refuse to save him."

"Really?" Song Xin lowered her head, as if accepting Rong Ying's explanation.

Rong Ying took a few steps forward, and Song Xin suddenly stepped back.

Rong Ying stopped and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Master, just stand there." Song Xin looked sad, "Because what I say next may cause us to part ways. I don't want to get close to you and then separate from you. It's better to keep a distance from the beginning."

Rong Ying almost laughed angrily: "You are so conscious, why do you want Qing'er to tell you that you like me very much?"

"That's..." Song Xin blushed, and said falteringly, "That's because I thought I was going to die."

So leave a last word.

"What do you want to say?" Rong Ying asked him bluntly: "I want to hear, what would be serious enough to make us part ways?"

Song Xin thought for a while: "It was the hero who saved me."

Rong Ying knew about this a long time ago, and Wei Shang told him about it.

"and then?"

"The hero, the teacher, and many other people from the world gathered together to assassinate Han Baoyin."

Song Xin looked at Rong Ying firmly, and said word by word: "I also joined in, and I have to avenge Big Brother Nie."

"That's it?" Rong Ying asked.

"Han Baoyin is your father. If I do this, I will have revenge on you for killing my father."

In TV dramas, when such a situation occurs, the ending of the man and woman is usually that they will never get in touch with each other, and the fate ends here.

Rongying didn't have such a psychological burden. After all, Han Baoyin was not his real father, but Song Xin was different, he didn't know.

"I don't want to leave any rift between you and me, let alone separate from you, but I must avenge brother Nie's revenge, otherwise my conscience will be disturbed."

Song Xin's voice was choked with sobs: "Master, come with me."

In the distance, a watchman rang the gong in his hand, and it was the third watch.

Rongying said in a very soft voice, "I can't go."

"Why?" Song Xin forgot that he had to keep a distance from the person in front of him, and he went to grab Rongying's hand: "Don't you still want to save Han Baoyin?"

"No." Rong Ying looked into Song Xin's eyes, struggling and didn't know what to say. He was not Han Jianlin, but he was Han Jianlin at the same time: "I can't leave him at this time."

Han Baoyin owed everyone, except him.

Rong Ying knew better than anyone that Daxia's assassination would succeed, so he couldn't leave at this time.

Song Xin just held Rong Ying's hand, stubbornly refusing to let go: "I understand."

Rong Ying held his forehead, did he let go when he understood?

He didn't say anything, just let Song Xin hold him, and the two stood quietly for a long time, until the sound of footsteps was heard at the entrance of the alley, and the watchman had already come nearby.

"It's dry, be careful with candles."

"I'm leaving." Song Xin said.

"Okay," Rong Ying pulled out her hand, "Be careful in everything."

"You go back first, I'll watch you get home, and then I'll go."

"..."

Rong Ying laughed out loud, waved at Song Xin, turned and left.

Feeling that there was always a line of sight following her closely, Rong Ying slightly pursed her lips, and caressed her chest with her right hand, it was almost the beginning of the month again.

Confirming that the longing figure in front of him jumped into the inner courtyard of the Han Mansion, Song Xin clenched his fists, the heat still lingering in his palms, he understood Master's concerns.

Since the master wants to fulfill the responsibility of being a son of man, he must find a way to prevent the master from being hurt.

After thinking it over, Song Xin turned around, ready to go back to where Daxia and the others stayed.

The imperial city at midnight is silent, the wine flags on the corner of the street are blown by the wind, rustling and flying up and down.

Song Xin's lightness kung fu has improved a lot, flying over eaves and walls is no longer a problem, he jumped off the roof, just below a window opened, he grabbed the window lattice and jumped into the house with his strength.

"Well, have you seen anyone?"

In the room, Daxia and Mrs. Jingshen gathered together and asked in unison. They seemed very anxious to know the result of Song Xin's visit this time.

"He didn't want to leave."

The teacher was a little disappointed. Although she had already had a premonition of this result when she first went to Rongying, she never expected that even Song Xin would not be able to persuade him to leave.

"What should we do now?" The hero was also worried: "Tomorrow night we will act. If the boy doesn't leave, can we still kill Han Baoyin?"

"Why not?" There was another person in the room, and the three of them were in a dilemma: "The big deal, brothers, be careful when you do it, just don't hurt that little brother. We have been planning to assassinate Han Baoyin for so long How can you give up just because a person says to give up?"

"That's right, the plan can't be changed!" The others echoed.

Mrs. Jingshen and Daxia looked at each other, and they said to Song Xin: "That's how it is, don't make a move until tomorrow night when you have to."

Song Xin knew that they were thinking of him, although he really wanted to avenge Nie Shi himself, but after thinking about it for a moment, he nodded, "Okay."

After a night of nothing, when Rong Ying woke up the next morning, Wei Shang, who hadn't contacted him for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"Good morning."

Rong Ying was washing his face, he immediately wiped off the water on his face: "Mr. Wei?"

Wei Shang: "It's me."

Every time Wei Shang came out, it was either to announce the task or to inform him that the task was over, so he suddenly appeared at this time, which made Rong Ying very nervous: "Is my task completed?"

"Come on, the mission is 99% complete."

"How will the last 1% be evaluated?"

"There's something wrong with the plot, but don't worry, it's not a big deal," Wei Shang explained the reason for his going online: "According to the original plot trajectory, the male protagonist didn't participate in the assassination of the villain, but as far as I know, tonight is about to In this small climax of the plot that is ushering in, there will be a male protagonist appearing, so your task progress evaluation has also been changed accordingly."

Wei Shang said: "When Han Baoyin is successfully assassinated, your mission will be completed."

Rong Ying: "..."

The interest in going out disappeared in an instant, he just wanted to be quiet now.

This dog blood is sour.

Thinking of the moment when the task is completed, he will also leave this world, he can't imagine what Song Xin's reaction will be then.

At noon, Han Baoyin came to Rong Ying: "The Heavenly Palace is completed, and His Majesty is going to hold a memorial ceremony. He called me over to discuss specific matters. Do you want to go and see it with Dad?"

Rong Ying thought for a while, and agreed: "Okay."

Before leaving, he really wanted to see what the complete "Heavenly Palace on Earth" looked like, it must be very shocking.

The Han family's carriage came all the way to the foot of Suling Mountain. There were many guards patrolling outside the Tiangong. They immediately let go after seeing the Han family's sign.

Rong Ying got down from the carriage, and a majestic palace appeared in his sight, with flying corners and extraordinary momentum.He recognized the Huabiao on the square outside the hall at a glance. It was the nanmu that everyone in the Kiba painstakingly transported to the imperial city before.

Han Baoyin still had to discuss the sacrificial ceremony with other people, but Rong Ying didn't go in with him, "I'll just take a look around."

"Okay", Han Baoyin patted him on the shoulder: "If you are tired from watching, go back first, dad probably will stay very late."

Rong Ying nodded: "I know."

There are few people in Suling Mountain, and it is a royal forbidden area. The guards guard it tightly. Except for the magnificent buildings in front of you, there are almost endless green hills to see.

Rong Ying took a deep breath, filling her lungs with fresh and pollution-free oxygen, and then went back home.

Han Baoyin didn't lie, he really went back very late.

At Haishi, Han Baoyin's sedan chair arrived at the main gate of the Han Mansion, and he stepped down on the servant's back, his calm eyes suddenly sharpened, and he kept looking around.

"Master?" the bodyguard who came to help him asked doubtfully.

"It's okay, go home."

Han Baoyin withdrew his gaze, he just felt that someone was looking at him, but the feeling was fleeting, and he didn't find anything wrong.

Perhaps it was an illusion, Han Baoyin laughed at himself, if he did too many bad things, people would easily become suspicious.

Walking into the verandah in the courtyard, the lanterns on the pillars flickered a few times, and there seemed to be the sound of wind between the lights.Walking beside Han Baoyin was his most trusted confidant guard. At this moment, he was holding the knife in his waist with his right hand, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, as if he was trying to endure something.

"Is the eldest son asleep?" Han Baoyin asked suddenly.

"Ah? Eldest Young Master?" The guard let go of his hand, his face flustered for a moment, but he quickly calmed down: "It's so late, I think he has already fallen asleep."

"That's right, Lin'er goes to bed early every day."

Han Baoyin suddenly wanted to go to the main courtyard: "I'll go see Lin'er."

As soon as he said that, he turned around and was about to go to the main courtyard where Rong Ying lived.

The hero hidden in the shadow of the tree winked at others, and Han Baoyin could not be allowed to go to the main courtyard. Once he was allowed to meet Han Jianlin, it would be too easy to have an uncontrollable situation.

The personal guard received the reminder, and when Han Baoyin came to the corner, he suddenly drew his knife and slashed at Han Baoyin.

"Old thief Han, die!"

"Go!"

At the same time, the Jianghu people who were ambushing everywhere also jumped up and headed towards Han Baoyin.

The secret post in Han's residence reacted quickly, "There are assassins!"

The guard's knife brushed across Han Baoyin's arm, and there was a sound of tearing silk. He covered his arm and rolled a few times on the spot, avoiding the fatal blow.

A guard arrived in time, but was stopped by a few people from the rivers and lakes. The sound of swords clashing continued, and clusters of sparks burst out under the cover of night.

In the main courtyard, Rong Ying listened to the movement not far away through the wall, in a daze.Song Xin landed in the courtyard without a sound. He looked at Rong Ying's back, moved his lips, and wanted to say something, but finally just waited with him in silence.

Wait for an ending.

"Old thief Han, you are full of evil, and today is your death day!"

There were fighting sounds everywhere in the Han residence, and the guards who ran out from the dark post kept defecting. The situation that was already unfavorable to Han Baoyin immediately fell to one side.

"what!"

"Ah, ah, murdered!"

"It's not good, there's a fire! Put out the fire!"

"..."

The whole Han Mansion was in chaos, someone set a fire in the dark, the fire started from Han Baoyin's study, and quickly spread to many nearby houses with the help of the wind.

A person standing behind the hero saw the situation and ran towards the direction of the fire. He took money from a political opponent of Han Baoyin to participate in tonight's operation. The benefactor asked him to get an important letter.

There are not a few people who came with the same purpose as this person. Seeing the people around him leave one by one, Han Baoyin wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer: "It seems that some people can't sit still, and they can't wait to take over." Everything about Han."

"It's a pity that they made a wrong calculation. Even if I die, things that shouldn't belong to them will not fall into their hands."

"You don't forget to plan when you are about to die," the hero threw a bodyguard body in front of Han Baoyin: "It's a pity that no matter how well you can plan, you will not escape death today!"

"Who said I was going to run away?"

The screams gradually died down, and all the maids and servants in the Han's mansion escaped, leaving only this corridor, a few people from the rivers and lakes, a few swords, and a dying man who walked to the end.

Accompanied by the raging flames in the sky, the sound of crackling and crackling became the only background sound at this time. Han Baoyin's eyes wandered around the crowd, and soon stopped on Mrs. Jingshen.

"Master, it's been a long time."

Master Jing Shen frowned, she clenched the sword in her hand, and did not respond.

Han Baoyin didn't care about her indifferent attitude: "I don't know if the teacher has figured out a solution to the poison on Lin Er's body?"

Mrs. Jingshen's complexion changed, and her tone was cold: "No."

If you listen carefully, you can hear a hint of guilt.

"is it?"

Han Baoyin closed his eyes and smiled wryly, "It's Lin'er's fate to have a father like me."

Master Jingshen withdrew her sword: "I'll go to other places to see if there are any fish that slipped through the net."

"..." The hero looked around and chased after him.

"What's the use of talking nonsense to him? The old thief Han is here to take his life!" A Jianghu man drew his sword and stabbed Han Baoyin.

Mrs. Jingshen paused, and on her left, a figure reflected on the wall spilled blood on her neck, and lay back on the ground.

"Let's go." The hero sighed, and walked forward holding the corner of the teacher's clothes.

As soon as the words were finished, Rong Ying and Song Xin were seen walking towards each other.

The hero who has always been fearless is rarely nervous.

"Master, hero."

Rong Ying said hello to the two, turned her head to look at Han Baoyin who was lying on the ground: "I'm here to see him for the last time."

Mrs. Jingshen got out of the way when she heard the words: "Go, you... take care."

"Well," Rong Ying smiled, and looked at the hero: "I heard that the hero is teaching Song Xin martial arts."

The hero shook his head and waved his hands: "Pointing, just pointing, this hero is not trying to rob you of your apprentice."

He couldn't grab it even if he wanted to, he had already seen clearly that Song Xin would never want to call him master.These two characters are the unique titles of this pair of lovers, which are different from the masters that ordinary people call.

"No matter what, I still want to thank the two of you for taking care of me." Rong Ying looked back at Song Xin: "For taking care of us two."

"It's almost enough." The teacher was a little annoyed: "If you want to see it, go there quickly, if it is too late, he will die with regret."

Rong Ying smiled bitterly, "I'll go right away."

Under the gaze of more than a dozen eyes, Rong Ying half knelt on the ground, stretched out his arms to hold Han Baoyin in his arms: "Father."

"cough cough"

Han Baoyin's eyeballs moved, and when he opened his eyes and saw Rong Ying, he took a quick breath, and immediately blood flowed from his mouth and nose, "Lin, Lin'er, it's dad, I'm sorry... ·”

The voice was getting quieter, Han Baoyin's eyes were still wide open, but the hand that wanted to caress Rong Ying's cheek had already dropped.

Wei Shang's voice sounded again: "The task is completed, ready to leave."

Rong Ying: "..."

He silently grabbed Han Baoyin's hanging hand, and gently covered his face.

The feeling of being stripped of consciousness appeared, and Rong Ying's heart began to ache sharply. He turned his head hastily, and wanted to take another look at Song Xin through the crowd.

Song Xin kept his eyes on Rong Ying, the moment the two looked at each other, he immediately sensed something was wrong, "Master!"

He ran over, and the young man in his sight had his back to the burning fire, his eyes were as bright as stars in the sky, but the light went out in an instant.

"do not want!"