treacherous beauty

Thinking that he was on the verge of dying, Xue Yong's mind froze, and his soul suddenly drifted away, as if he was in the chaos, the pain in his chest disappeared, and suddenly, a hot current flowed backward, and he suddenly felt his mouth full of salty Hot, bloody and choking.

Sometimes there is a boundless dark night in front of him, and sometimes there is a piece of white light. He doesn't even have the strength to open his eyes, but he can feel someone dragging him to nowhere.

Maybe seeing that he was about to die, he threw the body into a mass grave before it stinks, maybe... he didn't wake up for a moment, and fell into a coma again.

It was like waking up again from a dream. I don't know how long it took, maybe the morning and dusk had passed, or in an instant, the footsteps stopped, and he was laid down on his back, and there was no sound around him.

It seemed like a long night, without a single human voice being heard.

Not a breath of wind can get in.

Has it been buried?

Very good.

It's just that I don't know who is the one who rewarded him with a thin coffin and took care of his funeral?

Wei Xuanlang?

unknown.

His Fei Qing, he didn't get it at the end of the day, and this life was wasted.

When there was only the last sliver of clarity left, he felt as if his body was being soaked in warm water, and there were faint traces of medicinal gas entering his nostrils. The medicinal properties were extremely strong, and his mind was condensed. While talking, a silver needle was pierced into his Baihui acupoint, and it hurt so badly that he clearly felt cold sweat all over his body.

Amazed and uncertain, but heard a voice, said: "To be able to save me, I really deserve my life."

Who.

The voice is elegant and deep, who is he?

Did he save himself?

The elixir was poured into the mouth, and the thick bitterness went down the tongue, and the pain was extremely painful for a while, Xue Yong lamented in the chaos, it is not that life should not be terminated, I am afraid that it is impossible to die.

……

Mr. Xue has a fever.

Mr. Xue woke up.

Mr. Xue can drink porridge now.

Every few days, Xue Yong heard the person who took care of him report to someone outside. Once when he heard the word "Xiao's Mansion", he was almost frightened when he finally regained consciousness. How could he be in Xiao's Mansion? , the person who saved him was indeed Wei Xuanlang?

A pair of starry eyes that were full of sleepiness were faintly disappointed, when he heard footsteps suddenly, Xue Yong felt annoyed, who came to disturb his clear dream again.

Quick steps came to his bed.

Xue Yong lazily opened his eyes, and felt that the man was standing with his back on his back. He moved his lips, and his voice was hoarse and feeble: "Fei Qing..."

He is probably the only one who still remembers the Xiao Mansion in the world.

Wei Xuanlang trembled in his ravings, he turned around, and yanked open the skirt of his clothes, when he saw the white jade-like skin on Xue Yong's shoulders, his expression sank, he turned around again, and left.

For a moment, he thought that this person was Xiao Yan.

But he is not.

Xiao Yan had such a big purple-red birthmark on his shoulder, he remembered it.

When the skin peeled off the cover of his clothes, Xue Yong was sober, he had no strength at all, and he couldn't move his fingers, so he could only smile wryly in his heart:

After mopping up the oil, at least put the clothes on for brother before leaving, Fei Qing.

This is so inconsiderate, do you understand?

……

The night is quieter.

Wei Xuanlang put on a big cloak and came out from the study, grabbed Murong Ye: "Take care of Xue Yong, don't let him get into trouble."

Murong Ye: "..."

It's a good idea not to get involved in right and wrong.

"Have Jing Zhen and Xue Jiu checked it out?"

Who killed Xue Jiu at that time, and who led Jing Zhen and Chen Yang over.

His voice was not heavy, but murderous, the exquisite gluttonous mask was glowing with coldness, Murong Ye's scalp was numb: "Mr... Young Master, we dare not check Mr. Jing..."

"Check." A murderous look rose.

"……Yes."

How dare Murong Ye say anything else.

Wei Xuanlang let go of him, and ordered in a low voice: "Go to Xiao's residence."

Murong Ye: "..."

I know there is a beauty hidden there, but the past midnight is nothing.

Is the dead tree about to bloom?

Before going out, Wei Xuanlang suddenly said: "It's time to pay homage to the old man."

Murong Ye felt cold for a moment, and sure enough, the next moment, he was sent to look for things like white banners and paper money.

Life is miserable.

Standing in the back garden of Xiao's mansion in the middle of the night, he could only feel the wind blowing, and there were faint sobbing sounds that seemed human and not human. Murong Ye held a pot of paper money like a mourning concubine, and lit the fire with trembling hands.

"The soul is back, the soul is back..."

The bleak and desolate pavilions and water pavilions in the daytime are sparkling in the winter night, like ghosts hiding in the dark, suddenly jumping out from the shadowy buildings, waiting for an opportunity to devour people.

Murong Ye took a deep breath, what a shame, young master, he was so frightened even for a strong old man, let alone that sick man Xue Yongrong.

Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, I have to collect his body, alas!

……

Xue Yong's hearing is extremely sensitive. After waking up from the nightmare, he listened to the movement outside for a while, then turned over, pulled the quilt, and fell asleep leisurely again.

Murong Ting, who had been squatting on the roof for a long time, took a breath of heat into his hands, quietly filled in the dug bricks, and spoke to Wei Xuanlang who was like a sculpture over there: "Young Master Xue is sleeping peacefully, look He has nothing to do with the Xiao family."

Wei Xuanlang narrowed his deep eyes and did not respond to him.

He should have known that Xue Yong was not Xiao Yan.

His elder brother Xiao Yan showed honey-colored skin when he went down to fish in the river, unlike Xue Yong who was more delicate than a woman. It must be a pale sick child.

People can't be resurrected after death, he is too whimsical.

Tried again and again, what is held in the hand is still Piao Miao.

"Then this person..." Murong Ting said.

"Watch him." Wei Xuanlang ordered.

The surrounding sounds faded away, as did the smell of soot from a distance, and everything was as usual.

Xue Yong woke up once at five o'clock, saw that nothing was wrong, turned over and fell asleep again.

At noon, there were snowflakes, and in the afternoon, the sky was dark and the capital was covered with heavy snow.

Xue Yongfu spat out a mouthful of blood by the bed, the blood was bright red, and there were sporadically coughed up tiny pieces of lung inside, which was very frightening.

When the old doctor came, he was wiping his lips with a white silk Supa: "Please run for a while, I caught the wind and cold last night, and I have an old problem."

The old doctor sighed, and looked dissatisfiedly at the younger brother who took care of Xue Yong: "This young master is weak, he'd better be raised in a more prosperous place, his disease is the most taboo..."

A ghostly place like the Xiao Mansion.

gloomy.

Seeing Xue Yong winking at him, the old doctor didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and after writing down the prescription, he gave a few instructions, then shook his head and left.

Do evil.

Unexpectedly, this Fourth Young Master Wei is also a bully.

Weifu.

In the early morning, sweet-scented osmanthus first burns.

Wei Xuanlang didn't sleep in the middle of the night, his eyes glowed with a faint blue light, and he was practicing sword with Wei Xianzhi, but he was stopped after ten moves: "Xuanlang, you just hesitated in your sword style, and your strength is not good, what are you thinking?"

Wei Xuanlang's sword paused in mid-air, and then he flipped the sword back into his hand with a white-edged pick, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Father, it's all right."

Wei Xianzhi shook his head: "Xuanlang, Dad never asks about your private affairs, but this time I make an exception and ask you about the Xiao family's affairs, are you planning to investigate them in the open?"

The Xiao Mansion, which has long been forgotten by people, once again caused an uproar in Beijing and China because of Xue Yong's move-in these days.

There are even storytellers in the teahouse who are making up the love affair between Wei Xuanlang and Xue Yong, such as Xiao Yan dreaming, possessing Xue Yong, renewing the old love, etc. Not to mention, the storytelling almost made the people in the Wei Mansion feel ashamed. Believe it.

"Yes, Dad." Wei Xuanlang's eyes were firm.

Xiao Yan has been buried under the spring for 15 years.

He didn't want to wait any longer.

In the past 15 years, only meng idlers do not dream kings, his elder brother Xiao Yan never even appeared in his dreams, he must be extremely disappointed in him.

"Xuanlang, do you really believe that Jieli Bing is still alive?" Wei Xianzhi was still shaking his head.

If there were really so many dead soldiers who swore to be loyal to Jane's, after so many years, what did they do for a living, and where did they come from for their salaries and supplies?

The team had to drill and join forces, so how could there be no clues? Judging from his experience in leading troops since he was a child, it was unlikely.

Most of those people are long gone.

"Emperor Jing'an has painstakingly managed the royal guard for nine years," Wei Xianzhi said again: "From the day he was poisoned, he might have committed suicide and died for the Lord."

He still knows a little about Jian Chengjue's mind of Emperor Jing'an. The guards, eunuchs, and maids around him in those years all chose foolish and loyal people. After his death, these people all followed him underground. The hidden guard of the old man may have long since passed away.

As for the Jieli soldier talisman that appeared again, it is likely that someone pretended to be Jieli in the name of Jieli, and wanted to stir up a big storm.

But all this is speculation.

No one knows what the truth is.

Wei Xuanlang raised his eyes to Qing Kong, and remained silent.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. You will spend the New Year in Beijing this year, so you have to go around. Let's let the matter of the Xiao family go." Wei Xianzhi said gently.

For many things, it is best to wait and see what happens right now.

Wei Xuanlang: "Yes, father, there are still some people, I'm afraid they didn't jump out."

There will never be only Jane, Chen, and Wei.

Wei Xianzhi stroked his sword: "Xue Jiu needs to be investigated."

Under the morning sun, the blade of the sword is shining brightly, it is indeed a giant sword.

"Don't worry, Father, we have sent our people to investigate in private." Seeing his father staring at the sword in a daze, Wei Xuanlang asked, "What is Father thinking?"

Wei Xianzhi: "As a father, just look at this sword."

"This Juque sword can only be passed on to the heirs of the Wei family, Xian Zhi, if you give birth to a son in the future, pass this sword to him... If you don't have a son in law, you can take it underground..."

Wei Xianzhi looked at his son, and once again thought of the confession made by Lao Zhen Guogong before his death.

But he just couldn't make up his mind to pass this Juque Sword to Wei Xuanlang's hands. It's not bad that this child is a legitimate son, but it's a pity that this child's birthday...

If it weren't for the fifth day of May.

If a child is born on May [-]th, the male will harm the father, and the female will harm the mother, and they will not be able to support them.

For some reason, this secret that only he and his wife knew suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Father." Wei Xuanlang called softly.

"Oh." Wei Xianzhi settled down and said, "You go first, Dad will return to the room later."

The author has something to say: Regarding the statement about giving birth on May [-]th, it was originally "May [-]th birthday, men harm fathers, women harm mothers, don't do it.", I think this may not pass the review, so the vernacular The word "do not lift" was omitted.

It is said that Meng Changjun Tianwen was born on the fifth day of May. His father Jingguo Jun Tianying didn't want him and asked his concubine to throw him away. His mother raised him behind his back. Start to value him.

This vulgar custom of not being able to have children on the fifth day of May lasted until the Southern Song Dynasty, and there were still people who refused to have this natural child, but the Ming and Qing Dynasties had never heard of it.

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small theater:

Xue Meiren: General Wei, I heard that you were born on May [-]th, why don't you give birth?

Wei Xiuluo: I don't read much, I don't understand.

Xue Meiren: Prove it to me, okay?

Wei Xiuluo: I only have brotherhood for you.

Xue Meiren: Are you really bad?How about I come (with tears in my eyes::>_<::)