Quickly cross to kill the plot gentleman

He connected the events of the past few days and already had some ideas. Now he just wants to wait for a dark opportunity to take a good look at this Ning Mansion. It's a pity that he has to be on duty in the palace for several days in a row, so he can't afford it at all. Come out.

However, Lin Cheng's scheming, Princess Duanrou's difficulties, and the Ning Mansion's secrets, none of Lin Zhan upset him.I don't know if the emperor is so free. Every time Ning Yuchen was on duty, Lin Zhan could always find a way to come and see him alone. Ning Yuchen ignored him, and he just stood aside and talked to himself, recalling the two The past between individuals, if there is nothing to say, I will accompany him in silence until Ning Yuchen changes the guard to rest, and he will consciously follow the guard to sit on the bench in the guard room. Sitting is half the night.

Lin Zhan is the emperor and the target of the mission, Ning Yuchen can't drive him away and it's hard to hide, so he can only ignore him.

When he didn't smile, his face would look extraordinarily alienated and indifferent, but Lin Zhan was not discouraged. In fact, he really hoped that Ning Yuchen could be like this now, and don't force himself to laugh if he doesn't want to.

Although sometimes... Seeing him not welcome me so much, I still feel very sad.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone down, warm and bright, but it couldn't shine into the hearts of the two of them.One of them is silent, the other is gentle, as if they are close at hand, but their hearts are far apart.

In the midst of the icy splendor, Ning Yuchen finally interrupted him: "Lin Zhan."

He was a little awkward, because he always felt that the other party should not be called by this name, and of course it wasn't Meng Zhi'an, Wei Jin... There were two words that always came to his lips, but he just couldn't remember them.

This was the first time since that night that Ning Yuchen took the initiative to talk to him. Lin Zhan shut up all of a sudden, and looked over with some disbelief, with a look of surprise on his cold face.

Ning Yuchen was about to speak, but when he saw the other person's expression, a strange soreness flashed through his heart, he paused, and didn't say the words.

Lin Zhan stared at him with bated breath, not daring to urge him.

Ning Yuchen clenched his left hand behind his back into a fist, and the veins on the back of his hand were almost bulging. He said, "Lin Zhan, you should understand what is meant by 'everyone has feelings, and they can't be strong against each other'. It's impossible. You have to ask for something, it will only make anyone feel uncomfortable... Can you stay away from me."

Ning Yuchen didn't say harsh words, his tone was even sincere, but it was precisely this kind of "from the heart" that hurt people the most, and Lin Zhan's eyes dimmed all of a sudden.

Ning Yuchen's breathing was a little short, she gritted her teeth and turned her head.

After a while, Lin Zhan took off his cloak calmly and put it on for Ning Yuchen: "The wind is tight at night, please pay attention to your body. I won't come here again, don't worry."

As soon as Lin Zhan moved away, the wind around him suddenly picked up. It turned out that he had been standing quietly in the wind.

And Ning Yuchen remained motionless until the opponent's footsteps disappeared.

He stood still for a while, making sure that Lin Zhan had really gone far, and suddenly walked quickly to the corner behind the jade steps, and knelt down on the ground, his face turning blue.

Lin Zhan's cloak slipped to the ground, and he had no time to take care of it. With trembling hands, he took out the bottle of medicine given by Lin Cheng from his arms, tried to open the lid several times, but finally gritted his teeth and put the bottle away again. go back.

The symptoms of these attacks have become more severe each time. Although Lin Cheng's medicine is really effective in suppressing the symptoms, there is no doubt that some of the ingredients in the medicine are extremely harmful to the body.Originally, as long as there was enough time to complete the task, Ning Yuchen would not care whether he lived long or not, but thinking of Lin Zhan's expression when he mentioned that he thought he was really dead, he suddenly wanted to stay as long as possible in this world. longer.

Knowing that he is carrying the medicine that can alleviate this inhuman pain but resisting it, this feeling is tantamount to detoxifying from white noodles. If it is not for the willpower beyond ordinary people, it will be absolutely difficult to do.Ning Yuchen's back was pressed tightly against the wall, and his heart ached so badly that he could hardly get over it, so he couldn't help but hit the ground hard with his fist.

He felt that his current state facing Lin Zhan was like this, just hiding in a corner where there was no light, and he didn't want to see or touch him.

Is it also because of pain?

In fact, it didn't take long, but to Ning Yuchen, it seemed like half a century had passed. After finally waiting for the pain to subside naturally, he slowly stood up straight while leaning on the wall, wiped his sweat with his sleeve, and regained his composure. Return to the original position to stand guard.

After getting along for so long, he also has some understanding of Lin Zhan's character. He knows that this person has a lot of self-esteem and is usually used to being superior. Enough for him to never communicate with each other.But Ning Yuchen, who has always been good at guessing people's hearts, guessed wrong this time.

He has received special training to control dreams—the so-called dreams are formed by the overactive thinking of human beings during sleep. It was dreaming and trying to wake up.

He hadn't fallen asleep alone for several days, and this night he dreamed about some past events again, and forced himself to wake up from the scene he didn't want to see. Voice.

It's not a familiar flute or flute, but it sounds like leaves blown out. The sound is a little less long, but a little more clear, and there is hope in the originally sad melody.

A slender figure is reflected on the window screen, as if overlapping with a certain scene in a dream, fragments of memory emerge again, there are joyful smiles, tears of emotion, real or illusory, but people are a little unclear.

Ning Yuchen closed his eyes again, pretending not to hear or see.

Midnight is the easiest time for people to be in a trance, so you should try to forget these emotions after dawn.

The next day was finally the day for resting and taking a bath. After Ning Yuchen walked out of the palace gate and walked to the market, he suddenly felt a burst of smoke and red dust rushing towards his face. There were row upon row of vendors on both sides of the road, shouting and laughing one after another. When the sun poured down on his head again, he was shocked immediately.

"Damn it, what kind of obstacle am I in?"

Ning Yuchen sat on a wooden bench, swallowed a small wonton stuffed with three delicacies as if to vent his anger, and gritted his teeth as if he could eat people: "I have never been such a sad person before. How does it feel like I have disappeared since 3022?" After I died, did my brain damage become more and more severe?"

Since seeing Princess Duanrou last time, he has been thinking about visiting the Marquis' mansion at night for several days, and this time he finally had the opportunity to wait quietly in the room until midnight, after changing his clothes, he jumped along the back window out.

He is like an outsider living in this mansion, everyone avoids him for fear, and naturally he doesn't have any cronies and attendants, but it is convenient for him to move around. A big tree jumped onto the roof next to it, turned over and jumped off after a few ups and downs, and landed silently in the front yard.

The spring breeze blows like a gust, shaking the trees next to the wall, casting shadows of fangs and claws on the ground, the surroundings are silent, all the masters have already rested, only a weak light shines from the porter's hut.Ning Yuchen tiptoed a few steps closer, and heard a faint snoring sound coming from inside.

He smiled slightly, turned his head and walked straight to the hut facing the porter.

At first glance, the shape of the courtyard of Ning Mansion is nothing special, but when Ning Yuchen first came here, he deliberately frightened the concierge so that he did not dare to speak out. Something was wrong, but I couldn't say exactly.Until a few days ago, he suddenly realized that the floor plan of the Anyanghou Mansion, if the small house in the south corner was removed, would be a standard official hat shape.

Although I don't know which expert designed this extra small house, it is almost integrated with the surrounding courtyard. If you don't observe carefully, you can't see the slightest abruptness. The color of the lacquer is more vivid, and even the wood used is a little different.

Ning Yuchen walked to the door and examined it carefully under the moonlight, and found that the door and pillars were indeed made of locust wood, which was the same as the sawdust in Princess Duanrou's nails.

When Princess Duan Rouchang came over to pinch Ning Yuchen's chin, he was a little surprised that the other party's nails were stained with sawdust. Ning Yuchen didn't think that the dignified princess of a country would have any chance to scratch the door on a tree, and even in this way.

Instead of rushing in, he walked around the hut and made sure that there was neither light nor breathing sound inside. Then he walked around to a window and pushed it lightly.

No push.He unhurriedly took out a small thin wire from his pocket, bent the front end, hooked and pried it into the crack of the window, opened the window a little, and quietly looked inside.

Yuehua is pervasive, and secretly ran into the room along this gap, illuminating a small space for him. Ning Yuchen was also a little curious, holding his breath and looking inside, but suddenly saw a pair of ashes. His eyes were staring straight at himself.

Those eyes were so wide open that it felt like they were about to burst. The whites of the eyes were a little yellow, and the middle was covered with bloodshot eyes. In the middle of the gray-black eyes were dilated pupils, reflecting the cold moonlight. The horror and weirdness.

In such a late night, in an inexplicable small dark room, there are a pair of eyes full of lifeless eyes staring at you like this...

The author has something to say: Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, Cheng Han, yes, all the way to Nuan, the nutrient solution irrigated by Qi Guan, (づ￣3￣)づづづはい!

Weakly ask my little angel, are you all still there? T_T