Those who come can still be chased [rebirth]

After leaving the Changle Palace, Gao Cong's face was still not very good-looking. After thinking about it, he felt that today the two of them colluded together again and put themselves together.He rolled his eyes at Gao Chun, and taunted Liang Ji: "General Liang is really close to my second brother, I'd rather take responsibility for myself than defend myself in front of my father."

Liang Ji glanced at Gao Cong, but didn't speak to him.

Although most of Liang Ji is like this on weekdays, Gao Cong felt very dissatisfied today. Before he could say a few words of sarcasm, Gao Chun interrupted with a smile: "Rong Zhi has always been strict and fair, and never favoritism. Stop joking about it."

Gao Cong gave him a sideways look, and snorted softly: "The raccoon is so hypocritical, I don't bother to talk to you." After speaking, he waved his sleeves and left without looking back.

"Brother Huang is angry with me, please don't mind." Gao Chun stared at Gao Cong's back, turned his head and said to Liang Ji, "Today is a drag on you."

Liang Ji bowed: "It's my inability to do things that have burdened Your Highness."

"You and I shouldn't talk about this," Gao Chun stretched out his hand to support Liang Ji's arm, "I need you to help guard the posthouse for the next period of time. Before the truth of this matter comes to light, there must be no more accidents."

"I will understand at the end." Liang Ji replied.

"Rong Zhi," Gao Chun looked sideways, and looked at Liang Ji strangely, "Why do you have such a relationship with me today?"

Liang Ji raised his eyes to meet him, leaned forward slightly, and smiled slightly: "It is right to be more sincere when you make a mistake."

Gao Chun smiled and shook his head: "You are really... It's not a big deal, it doesn't have to be like this."

The two talked and walked out along the long alleyway, and saw a walking chariot approaching from a distance, surrounded by several servants, Liang Ji was about to duck in to make way for the front, but the walking chariot was in front of them. He stopped in front of him, looked up, and saw a young woman with a little makeup on sitting on the chariot, and immediately bowed to salute: "I have seen Han Zhaoyi."

"General Liang." Han Zhaoyi nodded towards Liang Ji, turned his eyes to Gao Chun who was on the side, and said softly, "His Royal Highness Ji Wang."

Gao Chun smiled warmly, and nodded in response: "It's such a coincidence to meet Zhaoyi here." He turned his head and glanced at Changle Palace, "Are you going to see the emperor?"

Han Zhaoyi looked at Gao Chun, and responded in a low voice, "Your Majesty summons me."

"Since this is the case, don't bother Zhaoyi." Gao Chun said, pulling Liang Ji to the side for a few steps to make way for him, "Don't make my father wait in a hurry."

Han Zhaoyi's eyelashes trembled slightly, drooping slightly, he hesitated to speak, and finally raised his hand gently: "Let's go."

The chariot walked away slowly, Han Zhaoyi turned his head and glanced at Gao Chun, and finally looked away.

Liang Ji glanced at the walking chariot going away, his thoughts moved slightly.

Han Zhaoyi was young and beautiful, pure and gentle, even though he entered the palace not long ago, he was loved by Emperor Shouguang.In the previous life, there were some rumors that Han Zhaoyi had her own heart, but her distant uncle Han Rang still made the decision to send her to this deep palace. It is said that she was about to make a fuss, and then she didn't know why. Persuaded, she obediently entered the palace, and easily won the favor.

Gao Chun watched the walking chariot go away, turned around and smiled at Liang Ji: "Let's go."

The two separated halfway, Gao Chun went to pay respects to Empress Zheng as usual, Liang Ji went out of the palace gate alone, and was about to go back to the mansion, when he suddenly saw a guard who was supposed to be guarding the post house impatiently walking around outside the palace gate, Can't help but be surprised: "Is there something?"

The guard was obviously relieved when he saw Liang Ji: "General, you can figure it out, that thorn... that young master is clamoring to go out."

Liang Ji paused slightly: "You guard at the door and let him breathe in the courtyard."

"If it's such a trivial matter, the subordinates would not dare to bother the general," the guard said helplessly, "The young master said that he would go to the Southern Wei Mission next door to catch up on the old days."

Liang Ji turned his head to look at him in disbelief, and the guard bit the bullet and continued: "This subordinate reminded him not to have any contact with the Southern Wei Mission for his own safety, but the young master said... "

Liang Ji closed his eyes: "What did you say?"

"...Anyway, he must go. If we don't allow him, he will be bumped to death in the house."

Liang Ji: "..."

Liang Ji raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows. He really couldn't figure out why things were going differently from his previous life, why even Rong Yan... seemed to be a different person.

"Forget it," Liang Ji sighed, "I'll go and have a look."

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Rong Yan was laying on the bed in the post house, closing his eyes and resting his mind. The journey northward, eating and sleeping in the wind and sleeping in the open air, exhausting his mind and mind, occasionally regretted why he didn't come here in a horse-drawn carriage with the mission as in his previous life, and let himself eat so much for nothing. What a pain.But as long as he thought of his previous life, he persisted.

It's not that I didn't live peacefully, but ended up like that in the end, and I would be too sorry for the opportunity given by God if I followed the old path again.

Just as he was thinking about it, the door was pushed open from the outside, Rong Yan's eyelashes trembled, he held his breath as he heard the footsteps getting closer, and finally stopped in front of the bed, without any further movement.

Rong Yan sneered, and slowly opened his eyes: "It seems that your country really doesn't believe my words, otherwise people won't look at me like a prisoner, and anyone can enter the room I live in, even the door No need to knock."

Liang Ji's eyes fell on the bed, Rong Yan had already taken off the shabby dirty clothes, and put on a light-colored gown, lying there looking relaxed and peaceful, not at all looking like he was about to threaten death.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid of you..." Liang Ji pursed his lips, and his tone was a little cold, "I'm afraid that the young master will be killed in the room if he can't think about it for a while."

Rong Yan raised his eyes and looked at him: "I can't tell, this... oh, his surname is Liang, General Liang can tell jokes with a serious face." As he spoke, he turned over and sat up, "Since the manager is here , can I go to the next door?"

"Why do you have to go to the next door?" Liang Ji frowned, "If there is anything to do, I can let the guards do it for me."

"It's about the secrets of the Southern Wei Dynasty. How can you let Xu people pass it on casually." Rong Yan came to Liang Ji, looked directly at the eyes that had made him so excited, and smiled slightly, "I have to go." The reason, the guard should have said it just now, if the general insists on stopping it, why don't you save your energy and wait to collect the body for me?"

Knowing that this person had no intention of doing so, the word "Collect the Corpse" stabbed Liang Ji's heart. He lowered his eyes to meet Shang Rong Yan's gaze, and took a step back: "Then I'll wait here, my lord."

Rong Yan opened his eyes slightly, and then laughed: "It's the first time we meet today, and it's normal that General Liang doesn't understand me." As he spoke, his right hand, which he had been carrying behind his back, suddenly raised high, hiding the palm of his hand. The dagger pierced his heart without hesitation.

The cold light of the dagger made people dizzy, and when Rong Yan came back to his senses, Liang Ji had already firmly grasped his right wrist.

The dagger landed with a soft sound.

Rong Yan's smile was full of provocation: "The general really responded!"

Liang Ji's face turned cold, and he said word by word: "Young master is really cruel to me."

"Anyway, this life is just picked up. What's so scary about someone who has died once?" Rong Yan tilted his head and looked at his tightly clenched wrist. The pain that had already subsided spread again, "Ah... I'm still afraid, I'm actually quite afraid of pain, if General Liang doesn't intend to let go, why don't you just break this wrist for me?"

Liang Ji stared at Rong Yan, and then slowly let go of his hand after a while. There were already a few conspicuous finger marks on his red and swollen wrist.

"Hiss..." Rong Yan lowered his head and blew lightly on the wound, then raised his eyes to look at Liang Ji, "The general is really good at it, I'm a little lucky that the little general did it during the day."

"You..." Liang Ji calmed down slowly, his voice became much hoarse, "Do you have to go to see the people from the mission?"

Rong Yan tapped the dagger on the ground with his toe, raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Don't you believe it, General?"

"Trust." Liang Ji took a deep breath, paused his gaze on Rong Yan's right wrist, turned around and picked up the medicine bottle that had been thrown on the table before, "Take the medicine first."

Liang Ji's voice was low and familiar, and Rong Yan subconsciously rolled up his cuffs and stretched his wrists over. When he regained consciousness, he couldn't take it back anymore, so he simply curled his lips and waited for the other party's reaction.

Rong Yan's skin was fair, and the redness and finger marks on the wound were a little shocking. Liang Ji's eyes were fixed on it, and the hand holding the medicine bottle stopped in mid-air, without moving for a long time.

Rong Yan had long expected that Liang Ji's indifferent personality would not do such a thing, so he stopped and said, "I'm used to arrogance, how dare I bother the general with such things."

The next moment, he was pinched and pulled back.

Liang Ji opened the medicine bottle, and the bitter smell permeated the room.

Liang Ji lowered his eyes, dipped a little ointment on Rong Yan's wrist, gently pushed it away, and massaged the red and swollen area carefully.

Rong Yan had just told the truth that he was indeed afraid of pain, but at this moment Liang Ji's fingertips were slightly cold, and the thin calluses on his fingertips made his wrists a little itchy, and the pain suddenly became less obvious.The distance between the two was very close, and Rong Yan raised his eyes slightly just in time to see the other's trembling eyelashes and his extremely focused gaze.

All of this once made him sink.

Rong Yan pursed his lips, pulled his wrist back suddenly, and looked at the person in front of him with a half-smile: "Okay, General Liang. You don't have to worry too much, even if this wrist is really broken, I won't Find the little general to hold him accountable."

Liang Ji glanced at his fingertips, there was still a little warmth on them, he rubbed his fingers uncomfortably, capped the medicine bottle, and handed it to Rong Yan: "It's not good if the wrist is really broken. .Master, remember to take the medicine on time." Then he turned around and opened the door, gestured, "Let's go."

Rong Yan clenched the medicine bottle tightly, finally thanked him with a clever smile, stuffed it into his arms, and strode out the door without looking at Liang Ji.