Weak Water and Yellow Spring Thirty Thousand Miles [Comprehensive Martial Arts + Red Mansion]

Lin Heng's heart trembled, and he had a bad premonition.

He took out his hand and leaned back: "Why did you come to me?"

Seeing that he resisted, Jia Mu stopped forcing her, but still looked at him kindly.

Lin Heng was so uncomfortable being watched by her, goosebumps on his back came up.If you had to describe this feeling, it would be hell.

"Why did you come to me?" He asked again, his tone was not very good, anyone who was looked at like this would feel terrified.

Mother Jia smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes gathered together: "Heng'er, do you know? Ever since the first emperor was assassinated, I have been praying every day, asking the Bodhisattva to bless him from getting better. Because I know that only when the new emperor ascends the throne, my Jia family will be able to recover." There is a silver lining."

Lin Heng's heart sank: "What do you mean?"

Jia's mother said quietly: "Silly boy, you are by my side, you have stolen my grandson and daughter-in-law to do things for you, and even replaced their guards, do you really think I don't notice anything?"

Lin Heng began to break out in cold sweat, he forced himself to calm down and said, "So what?"

"You did the Zhen family's affairs, right? Others don't know, but my wife knows that Heng'er is a rare martial arts master."

"Who is the prince, even if he is eager to make contributions, he would not use such drastic means. But he acquiesced in this matter, do you think it is strange?"

Lin Heng no longer dared to answer, his cold fingertips were icy cold.

"Heng'er, I've been watching you."

Jia Mu smiled kindly, but Lin Heng felt creepy.

——This is different from the disgust of being coveted by Jin Jiuling, this is a kind of horror of being spied on but not aware of it.

"Lin Wuyu, that's a good name."

She continued: "A few days ago, the crown prince left Beijing, and his whereabouts are a mystery. You went to the country of Kucha, didn't you? I didn't expect Heng'er to be such a great figure in the world."

"enough!"

Lin Heng interrupted her, and said coldly, "What exactly do you want?"

The smile on Jiamu's face disappeared, and she said slowly: "After all, you are Min'er's child, and I will not make things difficult for you. I just want you to promise me to keep my precious jade, so that he will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life. "

Lin Heng shook his head: "He is a male, I..."

Jia Mu grabbed his hand fiercely, and said eagerly: "You can do it! He is willing to bear the crime of killing people all over the house because of you. You can beg him, and he will definitely do it!"

Lin Heng gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

Mother Jia began to wipe away her tears: "Min'er, my Min'er... If you are alive, please help me, the Jia family cannot lose its roots...Min'er, Min'er!..."

Lin Heng was trembling with anger, he had never seen such a shameless person relying on the old and selling the old, and he kept using his dead mother to force him.

"Even if I go to ask him, it may not be useful. If all the men in other families are sentenced to death, but only one of the Jia family survives, what will others think? Who will agree to such an unreasonable request? I really can only save him." Female family members." Lin Heng explained with a trembling voice, suppressing his anger.

Mother Jia's face turned cold, and she stopped pretending.

She stared at Lin Heng firmly, as if he was her enemy.

After a long time, she said coldly: "If you don't help me, I will make public all the affairs between you and the emperor, and your Lin family's reputation will be ruined. It's all your fault."

"You unworthy son, what face do you have to face your parents?"

Lin Heng said nothing, just looked at her quietly.

After a long time, he finally said, "Okay, I promise you."

Jiamu rushed over and grabbed his wrist, a frightening brilliance burst out from her old and cloudy eyes: "Really?"

Lin Heng nodded.

"No, you swear." She pulled hard, and Lin Heng was caught off guard by her and fell to the ground.

"You swear, swear to Min'er!" She pulled Lin Heng tightly, with surprisingly strong strength.

Lin Heng knelt on the ground and looked at her coldly.

"I swear to my mother that I will do everything possible to save Jia Baoyu's life and make him have nothing to worry about for the rest of his life. Are you satisfied?"

Mother Jia nodded, with tears in her eyes: "Good boy, good boy. I know you blame me, I'm sorry for you and Min'er...I..."

Lin Heng interrupted her coldly: "I don't want to hear you mention my mother again. Remember to do what you promised me."

Mother Jia wiped her tears and said, "Don't worry, my old lady won't have a good life for a few years."

Lin Heng sneered, got up and planned to leave.

"Wait." Jia Mu called him, walked to the head of the bed, pulled out a hidden compartment, took out a piece of silk from it, and handed it to him.

It was a blood book.

"Take this and go to Xuanwei General Huang Zhuo. He was the personal guard of Rong Guogong in the past. He will help you see the emperor. You only need to submit this book. If you want a reason, I will give you a reason, no make people suspect you."

Lin Heng almost laughed angrily: "Is this a slap for a sweet date? Should I still thank you?"

Jia Mu looked at him tolerantly: "Don't blame me, treat my Baoyu well, this is also my sincerity."

Lin Heng took the blood book and left.

Jiamu sat there, sighing deeply.

……

Coming out of Jia's mansion, Lin Heng was already in a psychedelic state where he didn't worry about having too many debts, and didn't feel itchy if he had too many lice. Every day he struggled with it and his head grew bigger, so he didn't think about anything at all. What about love? How about it.

So the next day, he went to find Huang Zhuo.

This General Huang has actually retired, but he is holding a vacant post, and he has no soldiers or power in his hands.But fortunately, the grade is high enough, and he does have the right to ask to see the emperor.

Huang Zhuo led Lin Heng to stand at the gate of the palace, looked at him indistinctly, and couldn't help but sigh, wondering why he insisted on handing over Mrs. Shi's blood letter in person.

Originally, he was an old man with nothing to worry about. Even if the emperor got angry, he would handle it alone.This young master is so sick and weak that he gritted his teeth and came here.

Huang Zhuo couldn't help but admire his benevolence.

Standing there, Lin Heng maintained his usual external image - a look of being sick and dying but not dead.

The slightly larger moon-white robe hung on his body, which looked extraordinarily thin, making one doubt that a gust of wind could blow him away.

He coughed, making people worry whether he would vomit blood in the next second.

After waiting for a while, Nangong Pojun came with two guards.

He cupped his hands at Huang Zhuo: "General Huang, please come with me."

Nangong Pojun looked young, with a straight face, but his expression was very cold and his voice was flat, giving people a rigid feeling.

Lin Heng silently followed behind them, glanced at his saber, and wondered if he was from the Nangong family.

The few people were silent all the way until they reached the gate of Qianqing Palace.

Nangong Pojun pushed open the gate, Huang Zhuo was about to go in, but was stopped by him: "General Huang, Your Majesty has something to say, since it is for delivery, let the sender go in by himself."

Huang Zhuo was stunned, with a look of confusion on his face: "This... Commander Nangong?" He didn't want to explore the question of how the emperor knew they were here to deliver things. What does it mean to stop him after they have come here? ?

Nangong Pojun had a cold expression on his face: "General, please wait in the side hall."

Full of worry, Huang Zhuo was half-forcibly taken away by the guards.

After he left, Nangong Pojun stepped aside and said to Lin Heng, "My lord, please."

Lin Heng was quite sure that this Nangong Commander must belong to Gong Xuanyu. Does such a title count as self-reporting?

He raised his foot and stepped in. As soon as he entered, he was pulled into a bright yellow embrace.

Nangong Pojun quickly closed the door, and guarded the door with a blank expression.

Gong Xuanyu hugged Lin Heng tightly, kissing his forehead occasionally.

Lin Heng stretched out his arms to hug him back, buried his head on the side of his neck, breathed in the familiar fragrance of his body, and felt that his anxiety for the past few days had been wiped away.

The two embraced for a while, Gong Xuanyu let go of Lin Heng, took his hand and walked towards the inner hall.

Along the way, none of the court ladies and eunuchs were seen, but there were a few familiar auras in the dark.

After entering the inner hall, Lin Heng raised his head and looked at Gong Xuanyu carefully, feeling that he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, so he stroked his eyebrows and cheeks in distress.

Gong Xuanyu smiled and covered his hand, and put his warm palm on the back of his hand: "Brother Heng, I didn't expect to see you at this time."

Lin Heng was embarrassed, he squeezed the silk in his hand, not knowing how to speak.

Gong Xuanyu clasped his shoulders, pulled out the silk from his hand, and threw it aside casually.

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you."

He leaned down and kissed his lover gently: "No one will make things difficult for you in the future. These days, I was negligent."

Lin Heng's eyes were a little sore, he leaned his head on the side of his neck, and hugged him tightly.

Gong Xuanyu hugged him, and pressed his face against his hair: "After a while, we will be the same as before. Give me a little more time."

Lin Heng nodded meekly, his eyes felt a little hot again.

The lover in love is always gone every day, like three autumns.Count the days, they have been gone for decades.

The two people who had been apart for a long time hugged each other tightly, and all their yearning was conveyed silently.

—until a regular knock at the door interrupted them.

The dedicated Commander Nangong reminded the people in the room that it was almost time.

Gong Xuanyu let go of Lin Heng helplessly, and couldn't help but kissed his cheek again.

Lin Heng turned his head and rubbed against him, very reluctant to part.

Commander Nangong is still unremittingly performing his duties.

"..."

Gong Xuanyu sent Lin Heng away with a dark face, thinking deeply about whether to make the new commander remember his bitterness and think about his sweetness, and sweep a latrine or something.

——Even if he ordered the extremely short time.