treacherous beauty

Xue Yong's eyes turned, and he said in surprise: "What did the little general say?"

"Not to offend each other." Wei Xuanlang said.

He thought Xue Yong was here for the emperor's business.

Xue Yong smiled slightly, with amorous eyes in his eyes, and suddenly approached him: "Little general, I disrespected the little general first, and the little general burned my ancestral house later, so it was even, but I have always been kind. Among them, I am afraid that there is no one who is more proficient in the art of healing horses than me, how can I stand still, this time coming here has absolutely nothing to do with others."

Wei Xuanlang's sword eyebrows turned slightly, his eyes were shining like lightning, he seemed to believe it, but he didn't seem to believe it, he nodded lightly and said: "En."

Xue Yong couldn't see his expression, so he said again: "Little General."

Wei Xuanlang didn't pay any attention to him, just stretched out his hand to touch his horse, and left the stable after a while.

It snowed heavily that night, and the sky and the earth became white and chaotic.

Once again in Xue Yong's eyes, he remembered that person.

Floating for fifteen years.

The flowers fall and the flowers fade, that person has been dead for 15 years, and he is the only one sitting and drinking the cold water, watching the rustling dust, holding a bowl, but he doesn't know where to send it.

cold, too cold.

There was no charcoal basin to light the fire, Xue Yong was used to brocade clothes and food, and couldn't bear the summer heat and winter cold, so he leaned in the room wrapped in two layers of quilt, his lips were purple, and he couldn't sleep because of the cold.

This damn weather.

The Wei Mansion is based on martial arts, and the whole house is full of people who practice martial arts. Except for the women's house, other people don't need to burn charcoal basins in winter, let alone the stables in the backyard. There is not even a trace of burning fire for warmth. None, it doesn't seem like they deliberately treated him harshly.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly became hot again, sweating profusely, the clothes next to his body were wet, and the quilt was soaked with sweat layer by layer, and gradually became heavy...

"Water, water..."

Intermittent ravings came out weakly.

"Hey, what's wrong with that man?" In the next room, Murong Ting sat up in a jerk, impatiently.

The two Murong brothers were worried about Xue Yong, so they groped into a room next to them in the middle of the night. They had just had a few glasses of wine and fell asleep not long after.

Murong Ye turned over: "It must be a dream."

As long as he didn't yell "Kill Wei Xuanlang." Anyway, it was impossible for him to serve Xue Yong tea.

"I'll go and have a look." Murong Ting put on his clothes and got up.

The voice seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

The wind is blowing, the snow is desolate, and the pain that seems to be there just now, alas, this bleak winter night.

"Whoosh-"

Just as he was about to kick the door, a dart suddenly hit the wind, chopped off a strand of hair in the blink of an eye and nailed it to the big tree trunk beside him, his anger couldn't be concealed.

Murong Ting was about to cry in fright, his legs softened and he fell to his knees: "My lord, I, I didn't know you were inside."

No way, that voice, these two people...

Could it be that I fell in love with it before... Fortunately, the man didn't come out when the man first started calling. Alas, my young master is so arrogant, maybe I just didn't want to get enough of it, and I am thinking about going to Wushan again...

The more he thought about it, the more the crime was unforgivable, Murong Ting was hesitating whether to apologize with death, when he heard a deep voice from inside: "Go and invite the doctor."

Murong Ting: "..."

The two lines almost burst into tears. It turned out that their little general not only swept away fallen leaves like the wind among thousands of troops, but also rarely met opponents.

See, even Mr. Xue, a man with a long history of masculinity, can't bear it. In the middle of the night, the doctor will be sent to treat the wound.

He just stood firm and was about to leave, only to hear Wei Xuanlang say again: "Forget it, take some medicine for dispelling cold and reducing fever, and burn a charcoal basin here."

"Yes, young master." Murong Ting heaved a sigh of relief.

It's better not to ask a doctor for this matter, the less people know about it, the better.

A gust of cold wind blows in through the gaps in the window sills, and the dim oil lamps in the house dimmed a little, almost blown out by the wind of this snowy night.

Xue Yongping was lying on the bed, with two smears of light powder floating on his pale face, and his black hair spread on both sides of the pillow, even though he was ill, his eyebrows and muscles were still beautiful, making people want to take another look.

Cold... the heart-piercing icy cold...

Heat... like ten thousand fires burning in my body...

"Xue Yong." Wei Xuanlang's voice was hoarse, and he looked coldly at Xue Yong on the bed with his eyes closed.

Years on the battlefield made him develop the habit of watching the night. After returning to Beijing, he would still wake up in the middle of the night. He wanted to practice swordsmanship in the open space of the backyard, but Xue Yong's weak call attracted him.

He has always only asked about the affairs of the mansion, but this person seems... to come for him.

Had to pay attention.

It's best not to have anything to do with their Weifu.

He found a reason for himself to come to Xue Yong's room.

The long and thick black eyelashes moved slightly, his throat was scorching hot, and Xue Yong once again fell into the illusory realm: "Qing..."

Wei Xuanlang was slightly taken aback, bent over and leaned close to Xue Yong, trying to hear what he was saying clearly.

Get closer, a gust of hot air blows on the face, heh, it is not lightly burned.

Wei Xuanlang reached out his hand to test the temperature on Xue Yong's forehead to see if the man was still alive, but at this moment he smelled a very faint scent of medicine, he threw off the quilt and grabbed the patient's wrist, Roll up your sleeves——

Sure enough, spots on Xue Yonghao's arms that were as white as frost and snow extended to the inside of his clothes, which was shocking.

Wei Xuanlang's face instantly froze into ice.

Xue Yong is taking Zuichunsan.

It is said that this kind of medicinal powder can make people's skin smooth and white as jade, and there are many rumors among the prostitutes, so he knows a thing or two.

Unexpectedly, Xue Yong also used this evil thing to enhance his charm, no wonder his body is so weak!

Can't stand the cold.

Wei Xuanlang snorted coldly, and stopped looking at Xue Yong.

The high-hanging last quarter moon finally brightened, and the snow stopped.

Murong Ting came in with a jar of boiled medicine: "My lord, the medicine is here."

Aggrieved.

He was sent to decoct medicine in the middle of the night. He was tired and cold, and he was killed.

Seeing that Wei Xuanlang was standing still, he tried again: "Why don't you feed Mr. Xue medicine?"

This matter, it shouldn't be his turn, he just finished sleeping...

It's time to get bored.

He still knows a little about his son's temper.It seems that this young man can't do the thing of being indifferent when he puts on his pants.

But this Mr. Xue, tsk, is really capable.

"En." Wei Xuanlang flicked his sleeves and asked, "You took him in?"

Murong Ting almost knelt down: "Yes."

"He can't die." Wei Xuanlang said coldly.

Murong Ting suddenly thought of something, and said seriously: "Young Master, don't worry."

What he was carrying in his hand were all good medicines to dispel cold and reduce fever, and he didn't intend to treat Xue Yong badly.

Wei Xuanlang had no time to talk to him, and left with a flick of his belt.

Murong Ting poured medicine on Xue Yong, fearing that he would freeze, he collected some silver charcoal and burned it, and when the room warmed up and his fever subsided, he went back to his room in peace.

The east wing of the front yard.

Murong Ye was still in a deep sleep, he sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, and then sighed: "Brother, dear brother?"

"Say." Murong Ye raised his eyelids and snorted impatiently.

Murong Ting opened his mouth, silently gestured two words - Jieli.

Murong Ye sat up in shock, his expression suddenly changed: "What happened?"

Build fences, build fences and soldier symbols.

As long as people in the world hear these words, they will all change color with sadness.

It's a long story.

Twelve years ago, in order to restore the imperial power, Emperor Jing'an, who had just ascended the throne, secretly sent his confidant eunuchs to recruit dead soldiers loyal to him with a lot of money. Among them, it is said that once the blood enters the soldier talisman, the names will be printed on it. In the future, the person holding the soldier talisman can see the names of these people only by turning the mechanism in the soldier talisman.

After each soldier talisman is filled with blood, it will be replaced with a new one to recruit troops. Later, it is said that the number of these soldier talismans has reached as many as ninety-nine and 81 during the nine years from Emperor Jing'an's enthronement to his dethronement.

At that time, it was rumored among the people that Emperor Jing'an was going to use these military talismans to overthrow the Chen family and take back the power left behind, but what was waiting was the news that he was forced to abdicate and then killed by poison.

In the follow-up liquidation, nearly [-] people were punished for this, but what is strange is that the army that Emperor Jing'an had worked so hard to manage for nine years disappeared, and no one saw him, let alone his whereabouts.

"Brother," Murong Tingkuan took off his coat and squeezed to his brother's side: "Do you think the fence knot talisman our young master is secretly looking for has something to do with Mr. Xue?"

Murong Ye covered his mouth with his hand: "Brother Ting, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Murong Ting broke away his hand and shrank back into the bed: "Brother, don't you think our son treats Mr. Xue unusually?"

He saw Wei Xuanlang appear in Xue Yong's room in the middle of the night.

All kinds of things between the two are definitely not because Wei Xuanlang has taken a fancy to Xue Yong. The only possible explanation is that Xue Yong has a great relationship with the fence talisman that the Wei family has been secretly pursuing for many years.

The fence-building talisman has always been related to a major case in Beijing 15 years ago. This case has been on Wei Xuanlang's mind for too long.

Murong Ye slapped him on the top of the head: "Brother Ting, our family is sorry for you, if it wasn't for the family's poverty and desperation, no matter what, I would support you to study and become an official."

The Murong family owes you a Dali Temple minister.

Being teased by him like this, Murong Ting lost all the messy thoughts in his mind, and said angrily: "Sleep, sleep."

Whether it is fenced or not, it's none of his business.

Murong Ye: "..."

This time, it was his turn to lose sleep.

Xue Yong.

For some reason, every time he saw this person, he felt in a daze that the person he hadn't mentioned for many years had come back to life.

Alas, evil fate.

The next day, in the residence of the Prime Minister.

Chen Ying was wearing a black brocade gown with slits, and her gray hair was tied neatly. She was tapping a Ru Kiln beauty bottle with two fingers: "I heard that Xue Yong went to Weifu?"

"Father also heard about it?" Chen Yangsheng, the eldest son of the Chen family, is very handsome, with a peach blossom face full of facial features, if it is not for the hint of predation that is slightly raised at the end of his eyes, he has to be said to be a rare handsome man.

"The Wei family finally showed their ambitions when they came to Wei Laosi." Chen Ying said: "Yang'er, we have played dead chess with the Wei family for so many years, shouldn't it be time to revive it?"