treacherous beauty

Xue Yong tried to pick something out of his palm, but at the moment of exerting force, he heard the sound of several pairs of soap boots approaching one after another. He raised his head and said with a smile: "It's a coincidence that Mr. Jing came here."

"Unexpected, Mr. Xue." A dart from Jing Zhen hit the elbow of Xue Jiu, who had just died, and the hand holding the thing opened with a bang, and a small brass soldier talisman fell out of the palm of his hand Come.

"Fence!" Someone exclaimed.

Xue Yong stood up and rubbed his hands, as if he wasn't surprised by all this, but was just scared of Jing Zhen's dart.

If he hadn't been able to dodge quickly just now, this hand might have been useless.

Jing Zhen picked up the fence talisman from the snow, and his expression changed several times: "It seems that the soldiers and horses of the late emperor are in Mr. Xue's hands?"

How many people he has cast down over the years, and how much hard work he has expended secretly, the things that he has not found are actually on Xue Yong who never looks up and down all day long. It is really hateful.

Xue Yong glanced at him, shook his head, and sighed: "Who brought Mr. Jing here?"

Jing Zhen: "..."

He has so many secret reports that sometimes it is impossible to find out who sent the letter first.

"Xue Jiu's body was wounded by a knife. Mr. Jing is wearing a sword today, so it can be seen that Mr. Jing did not kill him." At this point, Xue Yong tightened his cloak, and refused to point it further.

"By the time I followed him, he was seriously injured." One of Jing Zhen's followers said.

"No matter who hurt the person, Mr. Xue, Xue Jiu came here on his deathbed, and he must have something to worry about for you." Jing Zhen shook the soldier talisman in his hand and said.

Xue Yong frowned: "Did Master Jing come early?"

Their master and servant haven't finished talking yet, in other words, he hasn't figured out this matter yet.

Jing Zhen sneered: "Young Master Xue, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, please follow Master Xue into the palace."

He spoke politely, but the murderous look in his eyes was something Xue Yong had never seen before. Mr. Xue smiled kindly: "Master Jing, this matter..."

It seems a bit wrong.

Before he finished speaking, Jing Zhen's Fuxi sword was out of its sheath. In the blink of an eye, five or six corpses were lying among the ruins in the snow. , no one will know Mr. Xue's secret anymore."

After standing outside for a long time, Xue Yong's face was pale, and he said coldly: "Master Jing thinks too little."

Before Jing Zhen had time to put away the soldier talisman, he heard someone yell loudly, and then they were surrounded. The person who came was covered with copper gluttons, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I heard that Mr. Jing got a rare thing, I don't know Is my son lucky enough to take a look?"

"Jing Zhen brought Mr. Xue back to the palace by His Majesty's order, and please forgive Mr. Chen." Jing Zhen said that he was about to grab Xue Yong and perform lightness kung fu.

But Xue Yong held his wrist tightly: "Mr. Chen, Mr. Jing has snatched the soldier's talisman."

Chen Yang was slightly startled, turned his head to Xue Yong and said, "Young Master Xue is still sensible."

Sure enough, he is time-conscious.

Jing Zhen snorted coldly, glanced at the archer standing behind Chen Yang from the corner of his eye, raised his eyes violently to the west sky, he was too impatient.

This time, he fell into the trap of the Chen family again.

But if Xue Yong and the Jieli Bing Talisman fall into the hands of the Chen family, wouldn't it be a matter of time before the world changes hands.

Xue Yong must die.

"Master Chen, save me." Xue Yong dodged almost the moment Jing Zhen drew his sword, but it was not as fast as Fu Xi's sword. The man vowed to kill him, and the blade pierced through his chest. He only felt dizzy before his eyes, and lost consciousness after vomiting a mouthful of blood.

Before he was completely unconscious, he remembered that he tried his best to block Chen Yang's arrow for Jing Zhen——

Jing Zhen cannot die.

……

When Murong Ye came back from inquiring, he saw Wei Xuanlang in a white robe sitting in a water pavilion drinking, he was afraid of spoiling his elegance, so he stood far away and did not dare to mention Xue Yong's matter.

"Bring my "Yu Lin"." Wei Xuanlang ordered.

"Yes." Murong Ye felt chills all over his body when he heard the words, "My lord."

"Language Forest".

It's a book that children only read.

Yu Shenyan is far away from the end of the world, and I believe that parting in the world is bitter.

Murong Ye turned to the study full of doubts, and was almost scared by a picture in Wei Xuanlang's study so that he jumped on the table. This man who had never been in love before was stunned for half an hour, and then remembered that he came in. fetching things.

As the years got older, my young master missed that person more and more.

Damn, looking at this posture, it really has deep roots of love. Once it is planted since childhood, it can't be pulled out even if you want to.

It's like being enchanted.

No, no, Murong Ye patted his head, wrapped up several old books tremblingly, and withdrew as if in a fit of epilepsy, wanting to die.

No, I want to crawl to the underworld to bring that person back!

Wei Xuanlang's brows and eyes were peaceful, sparkling and deep. He took the book from Murong Ye's hand, held it casually, and fixed his eyes on it.

"Fei Qing, come quickly..." His voice seemed to be next to his ear.

"Brother Xiao Yan..." he called out hastily in his heart.

More than ten years have passed, and he was too young at that time to remember Xiao Yan's appearance. He only knew that after Xiao's mansion was assassinated by the whole family, his father who learned the news early the next morning was stupid, so he stumbled and rushed him over. There are only white lanterns and mourning banners all over the house...

His elder brother Xiao Yan left only a cold coffin, and would never teach him to read and write again.

I still remember that when I first saw him in the early summer of that year, the sharp little lotus just showed its horns, the summer butterflies danced, and the dragonflies flew. When he was just five years old, he was taken to Xiao's mansion by his father to play. I heard that Xiao Yan's uncle at that time Xiao Shi had just married the eldest princess, and had just become the prime minister, in charge of the seal, it was like a fire cooking oil and flowers blooming, everyone in Beijing came to curry favor, the Wei family was no exception.

In the afternoon of the summer wind, Wei Xuanlang remembered very clearly that he ran to the top of the rockery in the garden by himself, and when he was about to jump down from the top, a boy's voice sounded from below: "Come down quickly, my father said If you jump from there, you will fall."

The little one snorted, didn't care about this, leaned over with his chin up and "flyed" down.

"hiss--"

He fell heavily and hit the ground on his back, his eye circles were red with pain.

"It's a good thing it fell over here."

Wei Xuanlang sat up abruptly, and found that standing in front of him was an airy child with a honey-colored face, who seemed to be bigger than himself, wearing a clean robe with silver piping, frowning at the child who was sitting under his buttocks. Weaving yarn summer cool quilt.

"Who are you?" Wei Xuanlang waved his fists.

The boy said: "My name is Xiao Yan, how about you?"

Seeing himself sitting on his quilt, the little Wei Xuanlang blushed and stammered, "Wei, Xuanlang, Wei Xuanlang."

"But these three words?" Xiao Xiaoyan's eyes brightened, he turned around and picked up the brush on the stone table to write a few words, and pointed to him.

"I can't read yet." He snorted again, rubbing his sore butt/butt with his hands behind his back.

"Does it hurt?" Xiao Xiaoyan squatted down behind him: "Let me see if it's broken?"

No matter how I fell, at worst, I knocked my front teeth and broke my knee. This is the first time I saw someone fall on my back, I think I fell very hard.

"It doesn't hurt." Little Wei Xuanlang didn't want others to see him make a fool of himself.

Xiao Xiaoyan smiled: "Father and the others don't know how long they are going to drink, and the children are not allowed to run around outside, so let's just learn characters here, okay?"

Stop climbing rockery.

"...Okay." The little one pouted, unwillingly.

……

Fifteen years of time passed like a blink of an eye, but it was extremely long. Even if he held a mighty soldier in his hand and exerted all his strength, he would not be able to revive his elder brother Xiao Yan.

Murong Ye silently looked at the alienated Mr. Wei...

It turned out to be just worrying and thinking.

Far from being insane.

He heaved a sigh of relief, his son was cautious and cold-hearted, and no one had ever caught his eyes, except for Xiao Yan, the son of the Xiao family who was destroyed many years ago, but both of them were such small children back then, How many memories can there be?

Thinking of the picture he saw in the bookstore just now, Murong Ye felt worried again, seeing that his young master had concluded a marriage contract with Princess Tongcheng, if Xiao Yan was always on his mind, something might be wrong.

Ugh.

Besides, even if Xiao Yan is not dead, he is still a man, so can he still talk about marriage with Weifu?

"What are you thinking about?" Suddenly, Murong Ye was stunned, and said with a quick smile, "I heard that the master is going to report the marriage between His Majesty's son and Princess Tongcheng. I'm thinking when can we have the wedding wine?"

"Murongye." Wei Xuanlang suddenly smiled: "I remember you are five years older than me, right?"

Your wedding is overdue.

Murong Ye was laughed at by him... suddenly wanted to cry.

But no, he has become an old bachelor before he has saved enough money to marry a wife.

"Is there a girl you like?" Wei Xuanlang asked again.

Murong Ye is like being struck by lightning, the young master actually asked him this..., he was momentarily stiff and didn't know what to do: "No... no, no, is there any?"

"Zhu Sanniang from Chengnan Tofu Zhu's family?" Wei Xuanlang said lightly.

Murong Ye suddenly lowered his head when he heard the words, and fell into a tumbling mood: "My lord, she...she already has a family."

Wei Xuanlang groaned, and suddenly ordered: "Give it up."

Murong Ye: "..."

Seeing that Wei Xuanlang didn't look like he was joking, he straightened up and knelt down and said, "My lord, you can't let me marry a woman with three baby girls?"

Cough, even if Miss Zhu's family has six children, he is willing to take over, but the key is that they don't want to marry him.

Wei Xuanlang: "Then kill him."

Murong Ye: "..."

Uh, Shura, moody!

If he had known this, he should have said that what he was thinking about was actually the sister Cuihua who died in the neighbor's house when he was young, and he would be a pair with the son, who is also a fallen person in the world.

Come on, he still sent some money to Zhu Sanniang's family at night while the moon was dark and the wind was high, so that their family would fly away and never return to the capital.

In his life, it seemed that he was destined to be a bachelor.

"My lord, my lord." Seeing that he didn't care about serious matters, Murong Ye had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Everyone outside is talking about making fence talismans."

The Jieli soldier talisman suddenly appeared, and everyone in the capital was shocked and panicked.