treacherous beauty

The last time I sneaked into the palace and narrowly escaped death, it was not because I did something for you, why don't I make it so ugly.

Is his Lord Hua the kind of thug?

"I'm going to see a doctor." Hua Yu left angrily.

Wei Xuanlang glanced at Gongsun Feng who was still standing beside the bed: "Master Gongsun is still leaving?"

A bit of an eyesore.

Gongsun Feng raised his hand and rubbed his temples: "..."

He looked like an outsider standing in front of his master's hospital bed.

"My son is still awake." Gongsun Feng said confidently, "I have to guard him."

Wei Xuanlang glanced at the prescription: "Mr. Gongsun has collected the silver taels from me, so he can make a trip to grab some medicines, right?"

5 taels of silver.

Gongsunfeng gritted his teeth: "...I'll go right away."

Short-handed.

The face under the quilt became thinner and thinner. Looking at Xue Yong, Wei Xuanlang's heart ached. He leaned over and brushed away the white hair on his cheek: "Brother Xiao Yan."

Xue Yong moved his fingers, touched Wei Xuanlang's hand with difficulty, and held it in his hand: "...I want to take a bath."

Dirty blood and sweat smeared the skin layer after layer, and it seemed that his whole body exuded a really bad smell, and he was almost smoked by himself.

Wei Xuanlang heard it clearly when he got close. He fixed his eyes on the pool of blood on the tip of his hair, thought for a while, and said in a somewhat embarrassed way: "Wait a little longer."

The servants who take care of people are not there.

Xue Yong stretched out his fingers to grab the skirt of the clothes stuck to his body, looking very uncomfortable: "Fei Qing..."

He couldn't take it anymore.

Wei Xuanlang turned his eyes away, his face was so hot: "Okay."

……

The hot water was ready, and the servants saw their young master carrying someone over, and ran away winkingly: "Young master, we are guarding outside."

Very good at life.

Wei Xuanlang: "..."

Xue Yong just nestled in his arms, motionless, so Wei Xuanlang had to close his eyes and take off his clothes one by one, and gently scrubbed his back with a silk handkerchief, running his fingers across the greasy suet. The skin and eye sockets were slightly sore: "Brother Xiao Yan, you've lost weight."

It's only been a few days, and my body is full of bones.

Smoked by the hot air, Xue Yong's heart was clogged with blood for a long time, broke through his throat, and vomited it out suddenly.

"Xiao Yan." Wei Xuanlang's eyes trembled: "Xiao Yan!"

Two times in a row.

"I am fine."

With such a vomit, the blood was removed, Xue Yong's head was much lighter, and a jerk opened his eyelids: "..."

Be seen.

This time, Young Master Wei can't afford to let it go.

Wei Xuanlang's face turned completely red the moment his gaze came over, even the roots of his ears were stained: "..."

Not only looked at, but also touched.

This is the second time.

He turned his eyes away and looked away: "You wash it yourself."

Xue Yong looked at his back as he fled like flying, and smiled.

……

When he got dressed and came out, Wei Xuanlang was standing in front of the Yaoqin by the window, with one hand brushing on the strings, his eyes were far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Fei Qing." Xue Yong approached him from behind: "What are you thinking?"

The wet black hair was untied and draped over her shoulders, making her complexion more radiant and her black eyes bright.

Wei Xuanlang turned his face sideways, the redness in his ears still lingering: "The medicine is here, you go and drink it first."

As soon as he reminded him, Xue Yong suddenly asked seriously: "Why would Wei Ling listen to you?"

Isn't that person only moved by Jian Chengcong?

Wei Xuanlang: "Naturally, some means were used."

Even he sold Jian Chengcong, what an extraordinary means.

"What did you do?" Xue Yong's voice tensed.

Wei Xuanlang stared at him for a while: "Wei Ling said that you are working too hard, Brother Xiao Yan, let's get well first, and I will tell you slowly later."

Xue Yong's anxious eyes were red, and he grabbed Wei Xuanlang's hand and squeezed it tightly: "Fei Qing, tell me, what exactly did you do?"

His people tried their best to make Wei Ling his own, so why did Wei Xuanlang make him order him so easily.

This is so fucking bullshit.

There must be a problem.

"Brother Xiao Yan, if you are energetic, go and stroke the piano to calm your mind." Wei Xuanlang raised his eyebrows, looked at him and said.

Xue Yong was angry that he refused to tell the truth to himself, with such a hint of teasing at the end of his eyes, his voice was low and low: "Your brother Xiao Yan is not very good at playing the piano, but he is good at playing the flute."

Saying that, his star-bright eyes blinked, admiring and lingering on Wei Xuanlang's waist.

Wei Xuanlang didn't realize it for a while, but the gaze was too generous, even if he didn't think about it, he couldn't hold back anymore: "You..."

"Fei Qing, do you want Brother Xiao Yan to teach you?" Xue Yong took his shoulders and rubbed his chin: "Huh?"

I don't believe it anymore, and when he is confused later, he will still be unable to speak.

Wei Xuanlang turned his head away, stretched out his long arms, picked him up and walked to the bedside to put him down: "Drink your medicine well."

"Bitter." Xue Yong looked at the bowl of black soup and frowned.

don't want to drink.

He has to drink hundreds of bowls of Wei Ling's medicine a year. Say it's useless, but sometimes it can save lives. Say it's useful. His sickness is becoming more and more frequent. It used to be once a year, but now it's on time every month. It's like a door-to-door debt collector, which is really a headache.

His tongue is numb from drinking.

Wei Xuanlang picked up the medicine bowl: "You really don't want to drink it?"

"Don't drink." The voice was muffled.

The wind picked up outside the window, and the green leaves rustled softly.

According to the routine in those eclectic storybooks on the street, at this time, Young Master Wei should pick up the medicine bowl and raise his head to "gudong" to swallow, and then hold him in his arms and feed him in one mouthful...

From the corner of Xue Yong's eyes, he glanced at Wei Xiaoye, with a bit of anticipation in his eyes.

"You really don't want to drink?" Wei Xuanlang asked again, not intending to take a sip from the bowl at all.

Xue Yong: "Don't drink."

Wei Xuanlang's face changed slightly: "Then let's put it on for now."

Xue Yong: "..."

Does he have to speak so clearly?

Forget it, let him hold his nose and drink after it cools down.

I don't know how much effort Xiaoye Wei went to invite Wei Ling.

For some reason, when I think of this, I always feel a little uneasy.

thump!

The two were in a stalemate, when suddenly someone crawled in from outside and said, "Young Master Xue."

"Shu Nan, why are you here?" Xue Yong was surprised.

The man threw his sword and knelt at Xue Yong's feet: "My lord, the people we sent to assassinate Duke Huai are all dead and none of them came back."

The folding fan that Xue Yonggang held in his hand suddenly hissed, and the fan bones were broken, and he raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "Miscalculation."

Wei Xuanlang was also surprised, he stared at Shu Nan, his voice was like a cold spring: "Are you Shu Nan?"

Assassin Shu Nan.

He has been famous for a long time.

It's just that he didn't expect him to work under Xue Yong's command, heh, his brother Xiao Yan is really hiding something.

Shu Nan raised the corner of his eyes: "If you go back to General Jing'an, I will be here."

"When did you go to Duke Huai's Mansion?" Wei Xuanlang asked again.

"Seven days ago," he said.

Wei Xuanlang's starry eyes lowered slightly: "Coincidentally, my people also went to Duke Huai's mansion seven days ago." He paused before saying, "Prince Huai, we have already prepared."

Xue Yong sat up straight, his heart hurting: "Fei Qing, what are your people going to Huai Palace for?"

He wouldn't want to assassinate Duke Huai like him.

"Chasing someone." Wei Xuanlang said.

Xue Yong: "Who?"

Seeing that his tone was broken, Wei Xuanlang reached out and put his hand on his shoulder: "Xiang Songshan."

"I suspect that after the death of Emperor Xian, he has been in contact with Duke Huai's residence." He continued: "It seems that Duke Huai has been planning for many years."

This time, Jian Chengcong was afraid that he would lure wolves into the house.

Like Songshan.

It must have something to do with the fact that the Xiao family was exterminated 15 years ago, otherwise, Wei Xuanlang would not have chased him.

Xue Yong suddenly picked up the soup in hand, gulped it down in one gulp, and wiped the water stains on his lips after drinking it: "It's him, isn't it?"

It's what Xiang Songshan did to the Xiao family back then, right?

Seeing that he was holding back his breath, Wei Xuanlang's eyes dimmed: "Xiao Yan, I will catch him and ask him clearly."

Xiang Songshan is good at the extremely vicious and ruthless crooked ways, while the one who destroyed the Xiao family back then was extremely fast and ruthless swordsmanship. He has been waiting for the man with the sword to show his tail, waiting to catch them all in one go.

Therefore, when he found that Jing Zhen's swordsmanship was suspicious, he immediately sent someone to keep an eye on him.

I really didn't expect that he was Jian Chengcong's son.

Thinking of this, Wei Xuanlang suddenly asked: "Xiao Yan, when did the emperor start bringing Jing Zhen with him?"

"Twelve or thirteen years old." Xue Yong said, "Your Majesty was still in Prince Yin's Mansion at that time."

"Who did Jing Zhen study under?" Wei Xuanlang held on to this.

"When he arrived at Prince Yin's Mansion, he had already possessed excellent kung fu." Xue Yong pondered for a moment: "I have also investigated this matter for a long time."

Got nothing.

"Recently, there has been no trace of him anywhere." Wei Xuanlang was a little worried: "Xiao Yan, do you think Jing Zhen will..."

Could it be that he didn't know his own life experience, but got mixed up with Xiang Songshan instead.

Xue Yong shook his head: "Jing Zhen entered Prince Yin's mansion at the age of 13, and his life was given to the emperor. No one is more loyal to Jian Chengcong than him. It is absolutely impossible."

Wei Xuanlang was about to tell about the sword mark, when suddenly another person rolled in, it was his man: "Duke Huai, raise your troops."

The man shook his hands and took out a proclamation from his pocket, and handed it to Wei Xuanlang, with a sad expression on his face.

"Calling against Chen Ying and Wei Xian, Gai heard that the master of the Ming Dynasty wanted to control change in danger, and the loyal ministers worried that it would be difficult to establish power... The violent ones, the strong Qin and the weak masters, Zhao Gao held the helm, dictatorship of the court, power and fortune by themselves... Great The prime minister, Chen Ying, stole the tripod and overturned the heavy weapons... Zhenguo Gongwei Xianzhi holds heavy soldiers, Xiantai complains, disregards human life, and abuses the frontier..."

Xue Yong read a few sentences and threw them on the ground: "Every sentence of bullshit is a personal enmity, and there is no one sentence that is for the sake of the people of the world."

Duke Huai's layout is really too small.

Wei Xuanlang's eyes darkened, and he raised his handsome brows and said, "I'm afraid he raised the army first and then issued a call for action."

In this way, Neng Dawei and Chen's family were caught off guard.

Xue Yong counted the days: "May 29th at the latest, King Huai will come to the city."

Wei Xuanlang's dark eyes moved.

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The Calligraphy draws on Chen Lin's "Yuzhou Wen for Yuan Shao" from the Three Kingdoms~