treacherous beauty

Before the Chenwei incident, Gongsunfeng sent people to bring wine and food to Xue Yong again and again, and every time after returning, Jian Chengcong would wear a white dragon fish suit, and quietly went to Gongsun's old shop to sit for a while before leaving the palace. So simple.

In addition, when Ye Jingzhen suddenly took a rest and was replaced by Hao Baorong on duty, wasn't this premeditated.

A net has been woven long ago, waiting for those poor eunuchs.

Xue Yong did not deny it either: "Yes, is there anything I can hide from the little general."

Every move is under the nose of others.

"It's late at night. Mr. Xue, please go back." Wei Xuanlang stopped teasing him, and suddenly said coldly.

"Farewell." Xue Yong was really tired.

Wei Xuanlang stared at his figure gradually melting into the night, poured another glass of wine, and poured it down his throat.

Feeling bored again, he tugged at his neckline, and suddenly dropped his wine glass to catch up with Xue Yong...

Xue Yong put his hands on the door and turned around, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wei Xuanlang with a smile: "Fei Qing."

Wei Xuanlang saw that he was Xiao Yan for a while, and Xue Yong for a while, the hot wine was blown by the cold wind and he was extremely dizzy, and said coldly: "Don't call me Biao."

He just likes to hear the word that person calls him.

"Little General Wei." Xue Yong called him with the spring spirit: "If you don't rest, the sky will be dawn soon."

Live up to this great Spring Festival.

Wei Xuanlang caressed his forehead, his eyes were suddenly as indifferent as ice in winter: "Xue Yong."

Xue Yong looked at him, and suddenly said: "The words on the table below are clear, can General Wei call you to listen?"

Wei Xuanlang turned around and ignored him, Xue Yongyang smiled slightly: "Please go back, little general."

After speaking, he closed the door and went to rest alone.

The deserted night, the starlight is lonely.

Seeing that the lights in the room went out, Wei Xuanlang's feet were numb, he leaned against a plane tree behind him, his eyes were burning in the dark night, a choked sob stuck in his throat, he suppressed it with all his strength so as not to make a sound.

Men from aristocratic families don’t get their names until they are [-] years old. The Wei family’s family of military generals doesn’t pay much attention to it. After the first year of life, when the name is officially named, please ask the gentleman to draw up the name together. When the nickname is called, the little Xiao Yan Envious that he had a watch before he reached the weak crown, he said seriously: "Fei Qing, I will take the watch from now on, and you will be the first to call me to listen."

clear words.

He's crazy.

……

Wei Xuanlang quickly jumped out of the city gate.

"Young Master." Murong Ting followed behind Wei Xuanlang, walking further in, the gloomy wind blew through the airtight leaves and made a rustling sound, and a bit of will-o'-the-wisp ignited in front of him with the wind, echoing in the distance. There was a desolate crow cry, as if there were ghosts and monsters bewitching his ears, he grinned grinningly, and his scalp tightened even more: "It's better not to go, at this hour, Xiao... Young Master Xiao is asleep..."

Damn, everyone has been sleeping in the grave for 15 years, isn't it a little too ruthless for you to dig the grave with a sword in the middle of the night?

What's more, on this big night, if one has bad eyesight and digs an unknown grave, and another, if it is a joint grave of a husband and wife... this point is too fucking wicked.

What kind of stimulation has this mother received?

Murong Ting scolded Yi Yi Niang.

The Fengqing sword in Wei Xuanlang's waist flashed suddenly, and the sword radiated brilliantly, "Grandpa, spare me—" Murong Ting's hair stood on end in shock from the inhuman scream, and he opened the torch in his hand, only to realize that he was kneeling in front of him. with a person——

He breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be a tomb robber.

"Get lost." Wei Xuanlang said flatly.

The man was so frightened that he couldn't even crawl, and he kept chanting: "Grandpa, please forgive me..."

Murong Ting grabbed his front: "Xiao's tomb, have you touched it?"

The man shook his head like a rattle drum: "We don't dare, even if we have the guts of a bear heart and a leopard, we dare not touch Xiao Guogong."

Who doesn't know that Yumian Xiuluo Wei Xuanlang sent people to visit many times a year. It is said that a few years ago a thief tried to dig Xiao Yan's tomb, but he was caught and his tendons were broken, and he was hanged alive in the woods. If the wolf killed him, that would be a tragedy!

"Go, dig out Xiao Yan's coffin for me." Wei Xuanlang said suddenly.

Murong Ting: "Young Master, what did you say..."

The tomb robber was almost overwhelmed when he heard this, and kowtowed on the ground like crazy: "Master, please forgive me, please forgive me..."

"Dig out Xiao Yan's coffin for me." Wei Xuanlang repeated.

He wants to see, who is lying inside, and who is the one who asked him to call the watch with a smile tonight?

His demons, his obsession.

Murong Ting knelt down and hugged his leg, weeping: "Master, even if Mr. Xiao knows the truth, he will die of sadness seeing Mr. like this, let him rest in peace."

"Get lost." Wei Xuanlang kicked him away.

He sneered.

Xiao Yan will be sad?

He will not.

He didn't even come in the dream.

The tomb robber ran away when he saw this, and laughed like crazy: "Someone wants to dig the Xiao family's grave, hahahahaha, someone..."

puff.

After the muffled sound of a sharp weapon being nailed into flesh, a fresh and nauseating smell of blood swirled over, and the man fell to the ground and never got up again.

"Crazy, really crazy..." Murong Ting got up from the ground and said in a mournful voice, "My lord, let's go back."

After that, he could see clearly the will-o'-the-wisps, Wei Xuanlang's eyes were blood red, full of evil spirit, as if possessed by an Asura.

This ghostly place is more eerie and terrifying than a murderous battlefield.

Wei Xuanlang didn't even look at him, walked through the dense forest to a place lined with stone steles, and stopped in front of Xiao Yan's tomb, feeling a little dazed.

The wormwood on the tomb is luxuriant.

"Brother Xiao Yan." He knelt down and caressed the name on the stone tablet, his voice was a little stagnant: "I've come to see you."

Murong Ting scrambled to follow behind him, seeing that Wei Xuanlang hadn't really dug the grave, he let out a sigh of relief, collected his mind, raised Huo Zhezi and started a fire: "My lord, no one has touched here."

Wei Xuanlang grabbed him: "Have you found out about Xue Yong?"

Murong Ting didn't know how to answer him for a while. He wanted to say that their people had heard news from Yongzhou that Xue Yong was a true descendant of the Xue family. He was born and raised in the Xue family since he was a child. of.

"I've found out, there is no doubt." Murong Ting chased after him: "Master suspects him?"

How is it possible, impossible.

He's going crazy too.

"Dig it out." Wei Xuanlang said coldly.

Murong Ting's three souls and seven souls trembled: "My lord, please go back."

Wei Xuanlang slowly took off the Taotie mask, the Fengqing sword in his hand was filled with sword energy, the tomb soil was broken in half instantly, and the yellow dust was flying all over the sky——

"Alas." There was a slow human voice in the wind, if there was nothing, it seemed to be a sigh, and it seemed to be distressed.

"Who?" Murong Ting suddenly took the sword in his hand.

Wei Xuanlang turned his head, across a winding path, a glazed lamp was slowly moving towards this side, the man's sleeves were in the wind, and his slender figure was stretched very long.

"Master Xue?" Murong Ting walked forward a few steps.

Xue Yong came over, leaned over and stretched out his hand in front of Wei Xuanlang: "Fei Qing, get up."

There was another sigh behind him.

Wei Xuanlang glanced at the white hand stretched out in front of him, his voice hoarse: "Who the hell are you?"

The glazed lamp was placed in the grass, just reflecting the name on the tombstone, he stared at it for a while: "Fei Qing, Xiao Yan is not dead."

He is still alive.

Feng Qingjian let out a clear whistling, the sound shook the sky, the sword light suddenly became hot and dazzling, and the young man who was about to go crazy suddenly rose up in the air with the sword, stabbing Xue Yong straight like lightning.

"Fei Qing!"

It was too late to say it, but suddenly Xue Yong took a step back, stretched his sleeves and robes, and received his sword move empty-handed: "15 years, I haven't missed a day without you."

Wei Xuanlang's sword energy subdued, but did not stop, Xue Yong took the opportunity to see the tricks, and said: "Fei Qing, brother Xiao Yan was wrong, I shouldn't have kept it from you for so long."

Wei Xuanlang's mind was disturbed by what he said, and Xue Yong took advantage of him if he didn't make a move, and Feng Qingjian was clamped between his palms: "I was wrong."

In the middle of the night, Gongsun Feng was awakened by jumping out of the window, saying that Master Wei was crazy and wanted to dig up his dead bones for many years to summon his soul. He taunted Young Master Wei for a while, but when he saw Wei Xuanlang kneeling there, he couldn't help crying.

Wei Xuanlang stared at him deeply, as if he wanted to see him to the core, the hand holding the sword trembled inadvertently, until he saw blood dripping from Xue Yong's wrist: "Let go."

He said.

Xue Yong let out a sigh of relief, and before he could recover, he was wrapped tightly by a pair of long arms. The force crushed his bones so hard that his bones were about to be broken. Suddenly, his neck felt cold, and a deep drop of clear tears ran across his skin...

"Carry me back." His voice was nasal: "Your elder brother Xiao Yan can't walk anymore."

……

Cheating, cheating?

Murong Ting at the side was completely dumbfounded, and hurriedly dodged a foot away. Also, that kid Xue Yong knows kung fu?

Rare.

***

Early in the morning, when Murong Ye came back from boxing practice, he saw his younger brother shivering with his head covered in the quilt, and he lifted the quilt with a big hand: "Brother Ting, don't scare brother."

How could he catch epilepsy and go crazy after he came back from night duty, so he wouldn't encounter unclean things in Xiao's mansion, right?

"Brother, brother, son... Xue Yong is..."

Xiao Yan.

He is not dead.

"Brother Ting?" Murong Ye frowned tightly: "What did you say?"

He didn't understand.

Murong Ting was stunned for a while, then grabbed his lapel: "I didn't say anything."

Even if I know it, I can't say it.

Murong Ye bent his index finger and tapped on his head: "I said Brother Ting, where did Master take you last night?"

Why did he come back and look so stupid, his eyeballs are no longer active, and he keeps talking and talking, worrying about others.

"Oh, I see." Murong Ye continued: "Did the young master sleep with that beauty from the Xiao residence?"

His younger brother is good at everything, but he is too ignorant of sentimentality, for example, if you really come to Qi Nian at night and think about it, you must not be seen by Murong Ting, otherwise you will be stunned for three days, it's really scary.

"Didn't sleep." Murong Ting yawned: "My lord went to dig a grave."

Murong Ye opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The author has something to say: We recognize each other, I am not abusive at all when I jio... put the lid on the pot and run away...

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Young Master Wei: I cry Liao.

Xue Meiren: I will cry a lot on C in the future, just get used to it.

Wei Xiaoye: Do you want to try it now and let you know who should be crying on C.

Xue Meiren: ...

Shameless Author: Graveyard play?No, I think too much.