treacherous beauty

Su Muchen frowned, whispered in Chen Yang's ear, "My lord, Duan Ming's words can't be trusted."

Duan Ming and he were both Chen Ying's disciples, and they knew that this man's power was unfathomable, so he had to guard against it.

Chen Yang: "Jinyi, haven't you always suspected that Xiang Songshan is not dead?"

I'd rather believe it.

"Young master." Su Muchen shook his head.

The Chen family has been running around here and there these days, and has never been led by the nose. He is afraid that this time it will be another trick.

Don't know what awaits them next.

When he wanted to say something, he heard someone shouting: "Young Master, we have been cheated."

Seeing white smoke billowing everywhere, Su Muchen was so excited that he pulled out the handkerchief from his sleeve and covered Chen Yang's nose, rolling and rolling to take him away from here.

"You..." Chen Yang got dizzy from being thrown, got up and kicked Su Muchen: "I can run by myself."

Please don't take him for a fool.

Su Muchen: "..."

It hurts.

Chen Yang glared at him, and hurriedly called the government soldiers back: "The archers stay, and the others return to Dali Temple quickly."

He had a vague feeling that there was something wrong with Duan Ming.

Su Muchen was about to stop him when Chen Yang changed his mind: "Go to Duan Dong's house."

If Duan Ming wanted to deceive him, he would have already run away from Dali Temple by now.

As for Duan Dong, the inspector censor, Duan Ming's elder brother, the Chen family had planted an eyeliner in his residence, so they didn't escape so much, so they caught him first, so they wouldn't worry about Duan Ming being dishonest.

Su Muchen was taken aback when he heard the words: "Young master, no."

Duan Dong is the supervisory censor appointed by the imperial court, so far, this matter has nothing to do with him. He arrests people for no reason, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't think the hatred is deep.

As the eldest son of the Chen family, Chen Yang's ostentation and dignity are no less than that of the crown prince, and he is even above the crown prince. Whoever he wants to arrest, he rarely weighs up and down, and immediately said arrogantly: "Jin Yi will go back first, and my son will finish his work." , I will naturally go back and explain to Master Xiang.”

Su Muchen: "..."

Can we not die like this?

Where would Chen Yang go, Su Muchen stepped forward and hugged his arm: "Young Master, go back to the mansion, I'm going to the Duan mansion."

Chen Yang's eyes were filled with darkness: "Su Jinyi, you think highly of yourself."

After speaking, he pulled out the sleeves from Su Muchen's hand, got on the horse and galloped away without looking back.

Su Muchen staggered backwards due to the hostility all over his body, got on a horse after he stabilized, and chased after Chen Yang: "Young master."

Chen Yang ignored him and ran all the way, letting Su Muchen chase after him desperately.

Seeing that the government soldiers following behind were about to lose control, Su Muchen abandoned his horse lightly, spun onto Chen Yang's horse's back, dragged him off the horse straight away, grabbed him and said, "I've offended you."

He stopped the servants of Chen's house: "Whoever is messing around with the eldest son will go to the prime minister to receive punishment!"

As soon as the group of aggressive servants heard that he had brought Chen Ying out to suppress them, they immediately silenced: "Yes, Mr. Su, I'll go back to my residence soon."

It disappeared in an instant.

"Su Muchen," Chen Yang flipped over and threw him down, and said fiercely, "You're courting death."

"Cang Zhao." Su Muchen's forehead was scratched, and bright red blood flowed down the corner of his eyes: "I hurt."

I hurt.

In a spring night how many years ago, I heard such a terrible sound.

Chen Yang stared blankly at the glint in his eyes, and suddenly pulled him up in frustration: "Go home, Jin Yi."

Su Muchen was terrified by his hoarse voice, and couldn't believe his ears. Could this be what the noble and arrogant prince of the Xiangfu said to him.

He wanted to hear it again.

"Eldest son..." His hands fell off the horse just now, and his muscles and bones were almost broken. Su Muchen was dripping with cold sweat, but his face remained as usual and said: "Xiang Songshan is no longer comparable to that day. The Chen family is not afraid of him as a crooked person. Why should you be in such a hurry, son?"

"I hate Duan Ming." Chen Yang said in a gloomy tone.

The Chen family supported and trained him for so many years, but he was bitten back. This feeling is hard to describe.

It seems that if you don't kill a few people to vent your anger, you can't get over this hurdle.

"Cang Zhao." Su Muchen's face turned pale: "He can't run away."

Chen Yang, courtesy name Cangzhao.

When he came to look for Chen Yang, he passed by Dali Temple, and the soldiers of the Chen family were still guarding there, Duan Ming could not escape.

It's not difficult to deal with him, but if it's really impossible, dispatch a high-ranked killer and deal with him without anyone noticing, there's no need to make such a big splash.

"Dislocated?" Suddenly called by him, Chen Yang looked sideways, and when he was about to get on the horse, he saw his left arm hanging unnaturally, and stretched out his fingers to pinch his wrist: "This hand?"

Su Muchen's eyes were slightly raised, with a slightly frivolous look: "Cang Zhao wants to see?"

Chen Yang grabbed his sleeve impatiently: "Hold on."

He supported Su Muchen's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand he exerted force, and before Su Muchen could cry out the pain, he had already connected the dislocated arm.

Su Muchen was so tired that he was paralyzed from the pain, his body was leaning against the dirt wall, his eyes rippling with the breath of spring night fixed on Chen Yang.

"Cang Zhao's technique is really good."

He became addicted to the sound of words.

Chen Yang said coldly: "Let's go."

go home.

Think long term.

It has been more than ten years since Su Muchen joined Chen's family. He was originally a bookboy recommended to him by himself. They are about the same age. Su Muchen is the luckiest one among them.

Under the cultivation of the Chen family, he is good at poetry, calligraphy and writing, and is skilled in bowing and horses. Since he was awarded Tanhua at the age of 15, he has been on the way to success, and his future is immeasurable.

For many years, he had a very close personal relationship with the two heirs of the Chen family, and between him and Chen Yang, there was still an inexplicable ambiguity mixed in it.

But each other has never been broken, nor can it be broken.

***

The figures of the two gradually moved away, and on a big tree not far away, a figure suddenly landed on the ground, reflecting the night wind, he remained motionless, as if he had settled down.

After Wei Xuanlang came out of the palace, he did not return to the mansion immediately, but returned to Dali Temple, following Chen Yang secretly.

That's why Su Muchen and Chen Yang's words fell into his ears just now.

As he listened, he thought of Xiao Yan again.

Xiao Yan and him had also known each other since their age, and they were determined to be tied together when they urinated.

If the Xiao family didn't have that accident...

Wei Xuanlang's heart ached slightly as he thought about it, and he couldn't tolerate Xue Yong fooling around with that wimpy emperor any more. He tapped the ground and plunged into the dark night like a falcon.

The capital is in such chaos, his people can no longer stay here.

First get He Rong out of the prison and send him away, then get Xue Yong...

tied in front of your eyes.

***

"Qingyan." Around the second watch, Jian Chengcong came to Xipei Hall again: "Aren't you asleep?"

"I haven't gone to bed yet." Xue Yong turned out from behind the screen with his soft wooden clogs, and inadvertently looked lazily at the end of his eyes: "Your Majesty?"

He didn't tie his hair up, and after taking a bath, he changed into a blue-colored robe, matching the extravagance of the spring night.

Jian Chengcong sat casually, and said in a calm voice, "I don't sleep well every night."

I always dream that cups of poisoned wine are placed in front of my eyes, waiting for him to serve and drink.

In the past when Xue Yong was in the palace, he could still sleep through the night. After the man left, he often went to bed at the third watch, and was still tossing and turning at the fifth watch, unable to fall asleep all night.

Xue Yong frowned slightly, but didn't say anything to comfort him: "If I leave that thing, I won't be able to sleep."

Drunk Spring San.

Jian Chengcong's complexion changed: "Qingyan, the imperial doctor in the palace really can't find any other way to deal with the poison in your body, what are you doing now?"

Relief can be found outside the womb.

Xue Yong smiled and said: "I still rely on the thing that His Majesty rewarded to continue my life."

I'm afraid I won't be able to quit.

The people in Wei Xuanlang's residence watched him closely, he hadn't taken Zuichunsan for a long time, and he didn't know how dark his skin was and how ugly his face was.

Terrible.

"Doctor Wei added a few more herbs and changed the prescription, you try?" Jian Chengcong took out a small jade bottle from his sleeve, took Xue Yong's hand, and placed it in his palm.

Xue Yong unscrewed it, poured out a grain and put it under his nose to smell: "Sure enough, it's better than before."

Jian Chengcong pulled up his sleeves and moved closer, and sighed softly. The herbal smell on Xue Yong's body was much weaker than before, and he smelled very alienated.

Xue Yong didn't want to get close to him, so he moved back, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he didn't say anything, he just took Zuichunsan in his mouth, took the water and drank it, then sat upright and said: "Thank you Your Majesty bother."

A very indifferent smile.

"Qingyan, why do you and I need to be so polite." Jian Chengcong smiled wryly: "It's late at night, you should go to bed earlier, I will be staying in the warm pavilion in the side hall tonight, you can go now."

When Xue Yong saw the eunuch carrying the quilt embroidered with dragons in gold thread, he was very surprised: "Your Majesty, this really upsets me."

How can you wrong the emperor like this.

"Qingyan." Jian Chengcong got up: "I live here, I feel at ease."

Three years ago that spring, above the main hall, the corner of his eyes looked down slightly. He was not interested at first, but when he saw this person, his heart throbbed suddenly. At that time, he only thought that if he could get such a person How gratifying it would be to stand on the court and assist, see each other every day, and be united as one.

At that time, he didn't know that the number one scholar was Xiao Yan who had come back from the dead, the son of his imperial cousin, Princess Yuncheng, and his nephew.

As soon as Xue Yong opened his mouth, everyone was shocked, Jian Chengcong immediately surrounded this person in his heart, he was ecstatic for no reason, and intuitively felt that Jian's revival was tied to this person.

God help him too.

One day later, he summoned Xue Yong in the imperial study, and after some conversations, he decreed to confer the official post of Doctor of Internal History on this man. He said: "I have never found a capable minister, and I have done everything such as writing the imperial edict by myself. , Qingyan, I will give it to you now."

The man raised a pair of twinkling eyes: "Your Majesty, I heard that in the history of the palace, officials often stayed in the palace. I heard some rumors, but I still..."

The palace is very masculine, and the prince often breaks his sleeves.

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