treacherous beauty

A gloomy look flashed across Hua Yu's eyes, and he said with a mournful face, "General, you are trying to embarrass me on purpose."

The corner of Wei Xuanlang's mouth twitched imperceptibly, his black eyes squinted at him, and without speaking, he turned around and walked away.

Hua Yu stood there with a frozen expression, his head hurting.

Wei Xuanlang issued a gag order, no one was allowed to say anything about Princess Tongcheng's meeting with him that day, and it was several days later when it reached Xue Yong's ears.

To be precise, someone deliberately revealed this to him.

"Little General Wei might as well agree to Your Highness the Princess." As soon as he opened his mouth, Wei Xuanlang glared back at him, and the young master asked him with a gloomy face, "Who said that, it's nothing like that."

Wei Xuanlang was not born with the temperament to lie, even though he spoke calmly, the hesitation in his voice still betrayed him.

Xue Yong stared at him with a smile, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter? But it's not that I really want you to sleep with me, so why are you twitching."

Maybe someone else is rushing to go.

Wei Xuanlang suddenly turned his face sideways, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and said after a while: "This is of no benefit to you at all."

He tried his best not to say a word: Brother Xiao Yan, you have suffered enough in these years, and I will do my best to bear everything for you in the future, so you don't have to wrong yourself anymore.

"Little General Wei." Xue Yong stretched out his slender and pale fingers and pointed at his forehead: "Why don't you give me half of the princess's fiefdom after this is done?"

I also have my own property, so I don't have to eat and drink at your house in the future.

"Don't even think about it." Wei Xuanlang was suddenly so angry that his crimson lips turned white: "Xiao Yan, don't belittle yourself anymore."

You are a man.

Xue Yong blinked his eyelids, and said very recklessly: "Fei Qing, you have no choice."

Even if you wrote to the emperor, Jian Chengcong would not agree, let alone Wei Xianzhi.

Wei Xuanlang hated others to force him the most, he had long been impatient with another person, but for Xue Yong, after reuniting after so many years, his palms trembled and he couldn't speak a word.

silent.

Wei Xuanlang turned around and left, his hand touched Feng Qingjian from time to time, forget it, don't write any memorials, he went directly to the palace and spread out with the emperor.

"Fei Qing, can you help me this time?" Seeing that figure was about to step out the door, Xue Yong mustered up his courage and said something.

After hearing this, Wei Xuanlang turned around: "How does this matter benefit you?"

He couldn't figure it out.

"I was entrusted by Her Royal Highness, and I will do something for her. She promised to help me find a letter." Xue Yong closed his eyelids and said.

Wei Xuanlang couldn't help asking: "What letter?"

"When my Xiao family was massacred 15 years ago, someone sent a letter to my mother, Princess Yuncheng. That letter was later hidden in the palace by Her Royal Highness Princess Tongcheng, and it disappeared after that." Xue Yong said indifferently. road.

There was no emotional ups and downs, nor a look of sadness, he just said so.

"Was that letter sent by the murderer?" Wei Xuanlang still asked.

Now that the wound has been torn open, there is no way not to face it.

Xue Yong was disappointed: "I don't know either, at least it has something to do with the murderer."

"You..." Wei Xuanlang originally wanted to accuse him of why he didn't tell himself earlier, but when he saw Xue Yong's gloomy eyes, he said in a hoarse voice, "I just want to wrong you so much..."

He couldn't bear it.

Xue Yong raised his eyelids and smiled: "Otherwise, let's change our clothes that day, I will wear your mask, and you will wear the princess's wedding dress, is that all right?"

Wei Xuanlang glared at him fiercely: "No."

Again, don't even think about it.

Xue Yong was just joking, even if Wei Xuanlang was willing, he was a bit shorter than this young man, wouldn't he be exposed as soon as he appeared on the stage.

On the contrary, Princess Tongcheng was tall and slender, her wedding gown was wide and her embroidered shoes were extremely thick, so it was fine for him to use his hands and feet to hide the truth.

"Feiqing, when the house was consummated," Xue Yong raised a look of laziness at the end of his eyes, "Your Wei family won't ask for a Xipa the next day, right?"

Why don't you catch a dozen mosquitoes and take them with you in advance, and slap them when the time comes?

Wei Xuanlang was about to go crazy, his face was flushed purple, his voice was trembling: "You don't need to worry about it."

***

Mo Ruge.

The turtle slave ate the whip and rolled on the ground howling. He was always the one who beat others. When it was his turn to be beaten, if it wasn't for Hua Yu's hostility, he might jump up and kill someone.

"I heard that the guests here like to eat oranges, huh?" Hua Yu said in a deep voice without even raising his eyelids.

The attendant immediately said, "Yes, Master Hua, would you like to be more refined?"

Immediately brought up a plate of fresh oranges.

The juice is full, the particles are crystal clear, and the clear fragrance instantly overwhelms the unpleasant smell of blood in the dark corner room, and the fragrance is already full.

Hua Yu: "I heard that there will be snow salt from Wu land?"

Attendant: "Yes, Lord Hua, here we come."

Not long after, a plate of Shengxue's Wu Yan was brought up and placed next to the orange petals, waiting for people to enjoy.

Hua Yu rolled up his cuffs, picked up the orange petals with his long fingers and crushed them in the snow-like salt grains, and slowly finished twisting. He looked at the clear water in the copper basin in front of him, and picked up the orange petals thoughtfully. Salt dish, poured in with hand.

Gui Nu seemed to have predicted what he was going to do, and shouted loudly: "What are you going to do?"

Hua Yu replied slowly: "I see that you are so injured, I am afraid that you will faint from the pain."

He glanced at his follower, the man understood, picked up the copper basin and walked up to the turtle slave, pouring cold water on his head.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" followed by a horrifying scream, the turtle slave's eyes bulged, and he twitched and gasped on the ground. He was so painful that he couldn't control his urine. Lost dog.

"Your name is Wang Buliu?" Hua Yu raised his eyelids and asked when the man on the ground could no longer howl.

no respond.

Hua Yu smiled lightly, and glanced at the little follower: "Would you like to pick your hands or your hamstrings?"

"Tsk tsk." The little follower had a round baby face, eyes full of disgust: "Hold on, my feet stink, I won't do it."

He's still young, so he can't flatter people.

Hua Yu hadn't spoken yet, only to hear the people on the ground sigh: "Master Hua, what exactly do you want to ask? Please speak up."

Falling into Hua Yu's hands is more terrifying than going to hell.

Hua Yu said lightly, "Why did Fu Lu commit suicide within a few days after leaving Mo Ru Pavilion?"

Damn, it's really not easy to find another one who can make Zuichunsan.

Wang Buliu was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "That's because... because she doesn't want to harm Mr. Xue anymore."

"Say it again." Hua Yu's pupils shrank suddenly.

"The formula in Miss Lu's hand was given by the palace, and one of the medicinal stones is fennel. If you eat it like this, Mr. Xue will not live to be 25 years old." Wang Buliu burst into tears: "Ms. Lu saw that Mr. Xue finally has someone to rely on." She doesn't want to hurt him anymore."

Hua Yu was stunned: "Does the emperor know the formula in the palace?"

Wang Buliu shook his head: "I really don't know about this."

Hua Yu and the little follower looked at each other, scolded the dog emperor angrily, and asked, "Why did Mr. Xue take the chronic poison/drug?"

He still remembered that many years ago just after a fierce battle at the border, the soldiers were injured and disabled, the pain was unbearable, and they couldn't sleep day and night. Someone bought gold stones from the secret door that were more poisonous than Zuichunsan... ... After using it, there is really no movement. Xue Yong has never been on the battlefield, and he can't see any injuries on his body. Why use this?

Wang Buliu then sighed, and looked at Hua Yu with cloudy eyes: "I'm afraid only Mr. Xue can explain the ins and outs of this matter clearly."

Hua Yu didn't speak anymore, the matter of Fu Lu's suicide was basically cleared up, but how to deal with Mo Ruge, he didn't dare to act rashly, so he had to go back to discuss with Wei Xuanlang.

***

Wei Xuanlang returned to General Jing'an's mansion after he came out of the eunuch's residence. On the day of his wedding ten months later, he felt awkward that Xue Yong and Li had become stiff on behalf of Tao. He really regretted how he had softened his heart.

He just wants to find a place to quiet down now.

Jing'an General's Mansion has been renovated, and it has doubled in size from the front to the back. An octagonal pavilion has been built beside the cold spring, with gourd-shaped octagonal openings for light transmission, and flower beams at the ridge end protruding from the hemp leaf cloud. , the footsteps and rafters rush out and tilt up, the overall atmosphere is calm, and bamboos and green trees are transplanted beside the pavilion, which has a mysterious artistic conception.

Wei Xuanlang is not very fond of words, this pavilion is built on the edge of the cold spring, after it is built, it will be called "Ting on the Spring", it is so straightforward that it makes people gasp, and he doesn't care, he inscribed it in a fluttering manner, which is not suitable for refined scholars I don't care about the eyes.

When Hua Yu came over, he saw that he was sitting in the pavilion on the spring in a plain thin shirt, with the jade hairpin partly pulled up, and his dark hair was lazily glanced at the person coming. Mu Yun, the time is very good.

Like Taoxi changing the world, and like Luan controlling the sky, Hua Yu can't move his eyes anymore.

"Why are you in a daze?" Wei Xuanlang casually threw a small stone over, breaking his hesitation for a long time: "Have you been to Mo Ru Pavilion?"

"Being captivated by the young master's beauty, I took a second look at it." Hua Yu went to the pavilion and sat down opposite him, pulling up his robe: "I interrogated a tortoise slave named Wang Buliu, but he didn't spit out anything."

Wei Xuanlang pushed a cup of tea in front of him: "Secret interrogation?"

"That's right, he was tricked out with a piece of silver and put directly in the confinement area of ​​the pavilion for interrogation." He took a sip of tea and said, "No one else was alarmed."

He assured that none of the prostitutes/clients were scared away.

But after Fu Lu was redeemed by Wei Xuanlang, the palace cut off contact with them, and those people were probably going to be abandoned.

Unexpectedly, Jian Chengcong actually opened such a building in Beijing. It seems that the emperor is much more sophisticated than they thought.

Wei Xuanlang responded: "Even if it doesn't alarm people, they won't dare to do anything else."

I'm afraid that Jian Chengcong's people would have been alerted the day he took Fu Lu away.

"I've brought people to keep an eye on Mo Ruge for the past few days, and I'm afraid someone is going to attack." Hua Yu's brows were teased: "Go and see how much more capable the emperor's killers are than us."

"I don't want to participate in the battle in the capital." Wei Xuanlang's voice was full of depression and irritability.

Except for Xue Yong, he didn't want to care about others.

What does life and death have to do with him?

The author has something to say: I revised it several times in the morning, and the original manuscript was sent to me later, emmmmm