Floating Life Half Awake GL

Twelve years ago, Lin Yan asked Leng Zongmu a question. If one day, he had to choose between the country or king he vowed to defend and the relatives he desperately wanted to protect, how would he choose?

Leng Zongmu was stunned for a while after hearing this, but Lin Yan knew that he must have never thought about this question.

At that time, because sister Lan appeared suddenly, Leng Zongmu didn't answer him.

A few days later, Leng Zongmu asked her, why did she choose between the two?

As a minister, one should be loyal to the emperor and serve the country, protect the environment and the people, and live up to the grace of the saints, and as a husband, one should also protect one's wife from danger and ensure a stable life, both of which are duty-bound.

But there is always an order between the two. From the depths of Leng Zongmu's eyes, Lin Yan saw his answer.

After becoming a general, some things have already been fused into the flesh and blood. Loyalty, filial piety and righteousness are naturally the word loyalty.

Even if you ask Sister Lan, the answer will be the same, after all, she is also the daughter of the general family, no matter how weak she looks, she has no hands or strength to restrain the chicken.

But Lin Yan is different, in her heart, there is no monarch, nor country, there are only people she cares about.

Therefore, Lin Yan once said to Leng Zongmu that she would never be like him.

Because she will not work hard for his so-called king and country, she will only work hard for the people she cares about.

This was also the only condition for Lin Yan to inherit the Pingnan throne and Lord Hundred Thousand Tiances back then. Between the monarchy and her closest relatives, she would definitely choose her closest relatives, no matter when and where.

If Yu Sheng wants to continue to go her own way and hurt Xia Lan, Lin Yan will put her under house arrest, or even kill her, even if she is a princess, even if this is the crime of beheading.

In the past ten years, Lin Yan has prepared all the worst plans.

But Xia Lan is different, her concept of monarch and minister does not allow her to offend her superiors, and her sense of filial piety does not allow her to ruin the reputation of loyalty and goodness of the Leng family and Xia family for generations.

Therefore, she would kowtow to plead guilty and ask the princess for forgiveness.

But Lin Yan knew too well that since the princess wanted to avenge her mother, how could she let them go so easily, she would only get worse.Therefore, Lin Yan must not "subdue softness", he can only be tough with her!

In this way, Yu Sheng was given another opportunity to take advantage of.

Yu Sheng had figured out the temperament of the two of them a long time ago, knowing that Xia Lan had a kind heart, so he used the servant girl's mistakes again and again to deal with her, knowing that the two cared about each other most, so he hurt the other by hurting one. On the one hand, let them suffer more pain, just like this moment.

One couldn't bear the other being hurt, and vowed to get it back, but the other knew that he would not let it go, so he rushed to stop it.

One knew that the other would never bow his head easily, so he took the responsibility for the crime, and the other couldn't bear to hurt himself, so he finally broke his knees.

One couldn't bear to be wronged by the other for himself, so he chose to punish himself, while the other couldn't bear to be bullied by others, so he chose to end it all with his own hands.

Yu Sheng expected that the two would be desperate for each other, but he never expected that the person in front of him would be so decisive.

In this world, how could there be such a stubborn person who would rather bend than bend!

The steel knife was raised, and with a flash of cold light, it plunged into his body without hesitation. Yu Sheng watched helplessly as the dazzling bright red quickly soaked into the cold silver-white blade, and then fell drop by drop from between his slender fingers.

"Sister Lan, you..."

In the bedroom, Lin Yan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his face pale. The clothes on his abdomen had been dyed a large area red.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Xia Lan's face was as pale as paper, and she was carefully taking off Lin Yan's blood-stained clothes, her hands trembling slightly despite her seemingly orderly movements.

When the clothes were all off, the finger-long incision on the abdomen came into view instantly, the pupils shrank slightly, and hurriedly took a clean cloth to hold down the incision that was still gushing blood.

Seeing Lin Yan's sudden frown, he quickly loosened his grip, but when he loosened, blood gushed out again.

With a slap, the tears that had been suppressed for a long time finally rolled down from the eye sockets, so I had to bite my lower lip tightly, for fear that this accident would reveal all the uneasiness and fear in my heart, just like the one that happened 12 years ago. day.

Stop the bleeding from the wound, apply medicine, then wipe off your body with a damp cloth, and put on clean clothes again.

After all this was done, more than half an hour had passed, the water in the copper basin turned from clear to bright red, and the white cloth wrapped around his left hand not long ago was loose, with blood oozing out from time to time.

Lin Yan didn't show any mercy in that knife. If Xia Lan hadn't suddenly reached out and grabbed the sharp blade, Lin Yan couldn't bear it in his heart, so he let go of his strength, and the steel knife might have pierced through his body.

After untying the cloth strips tied on the palm, wiping off the blood stains and applying the medicine again, Xia Lan called Man'er and others to come in, cleaned up the room, and brought in a pot of hot water again.

Seeing that Xia Lan's face was pale and her hand was still injured, Man'er couldn't help persuading, "Madam, go and rest, and let the slaves take care of the prince."

"You all go down"

"... Ma'am, if the prince knows that you don't care about your body like this, you will definitely be worried."

Xia Lan just shook her head slightly, "Go down."

The room fell silent for a moment, Xia Lan carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for Lin Yan, and a slightly dazed smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"If Yan'er wakes up and doesn't see me, he must be looking for me, right?"

"..."

There is no response to the dialogue, but the answer is already in the bottom of the questioner's heart.

The slightly cool fingertips gently caressed the frowning eyebrows, "You, when will you change this stubborn temper that you would rather bend than bend, and you can see everything clearly."

"..."

She lowered her eyes and smiled softly, "How can Sister Lan be as fragile as Yan'er thinks, as long as Yan'er is well, Sister Lan will also be well...".

The tightly pursed white lips were dry, so Xia Lan dipped her fingertips in clean water and gently wiped it on, gently and slowly tracing the beautiful lip shape that had been imprinted in her heart, and when she was angry, she pursed her lips tightly into a line , The corners of the lips are slightly raised when happy.

"Yan'er said that she would always be by Sister Lan's side. If she breaks her promise, I will be really angry."

Lin Yan had a dream. In the dream, she was standing on a misty bridge, and under the bridge on the right was her mother, whom she hadn't seen for 15 years. She didn't know when her hair was full of silver hair, her back was bent, and her tears burst into tears instantly. And down.

Lin Yan subconsciously walked towards her mother's outstretched hand, but just as she was about to walk off the bridge, she suddenly heard a soft call from behind, "Yan'er~".

His heart trembled suddenly, but when he looked back, he could only see the mist, and couldn't help feeling flustered. Lin Yan looked at his mother not far away, and then looked back at the clouds and mountains behind him, struggling for a while, and finally turned his feet , "Mom, wait for me!".

Just as he turned around and was about to run up the bridge, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what came into view was the top of the white bed curtain.

As soon as Fang moved, there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and the hands in the quilt unconsciously clenched into fists, but they still couldn't stop the cold sweat on his forehead.

But as soon as he turned his head, he swallowed back the half gasp of air-conditioning in an instant, watching the picturesque eyebrows still slightly furrowed in his sleep, he couldn't help but slowly lift his hand hidden under the quilt.

Just when the warm fingertips were about to touch that jade-like face, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Yan'er, you're awake, but the wound hurts?"

Raising her plain hand gently, she gently wiped away the fine sweat on Lin Yan's forehead, her bright eyes were full of distress.

"Sister Lan", Lin Yan gently held the tip of Xia Lan's injured left finger, "Yes".

The index finger lightly touched the lips, "Don't say I'm sorry."

The fingertips are slightly cool, the lips are hot, and the moment they touch each other, a subtle chemical reaction starts.

Lin Yan was slightly taken aback, then nodded obediently.

Looking at the pure black eyes that were close at hand, Xia Lan's heart moved, and she quickly moved her fingertips away.

"I'll ask Man'er to bring the painkillers."

After a while, Man'er brought over painkillers and porridge.

As soon as Xia Lan took the painkiller and sat down on the edge of the bed, Lin Yan wanted to reach out and take it for herself to drink. Unexpectedly, the wound was involved as soon as she moved, and she was so painful that she broke out in cold sweat.

"Yan'er you", Xia Lan frowned distressedly, but finally couldn't say a word of blame, "Don't move around".

He bowed his head and blew the soup to the right temperature before passing it over. Lin Yan opened his mouth and drank it obediently.

"Sister Lan, let's drink some too."

"……it is good"

After finishing the painkiller, Xia Lan went to bring white porridge. Lin Yan actually didn't have much appetite, but in order to reassure Xia Lan and, more importantly, let her eat something, he forced himself to eat some.

After Xia Lan finished serving Lin Yan to wash up, Lin Yan urged her to go back to her room to take a shower and go to bed.

The moment the door closed, Lin Yan couldn't help exhaling slowly, the back of the hand tightly held by Zhong was already bulging.

"pain"

Gritting his teeth tightly and closing his eyes, Lin Yan kept hypnotizing himself, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all, you're just tired, go to sleep, go to sleep."

I don't know if it's too painful, or really tired, and my mind unconsciously begins to be in a trance, until a coolness suddenly hits my forehead.

Lin Yan opened his eyes bewilderedly, and saw that the person in front of the bed was dressed in white clothes that were as white as snow, with black hair like ink, naturally scattered on his shoulders.

"Sister Lan, you are so beautiful..."

The wound became inflamed and caused a high fever. Xia Lan had to keep applying cold handkerchiefs to Lin Yan's forehead, face and hands. He worked until midnight before the fever subsided.

"Water, water..."

"Come on, Yan'er, slow down"

The warm water entered the mouth and moistened the dry throat, "Lan, sister, I'm fine, you can go back and rest."

Her voice was still deep and hoarse, Xia Lan carefully put Lin Yan's head back on the pillow, smiled softly, and said, "Okay, I'll go back when Yan'er falls asleep."

Hearing this, Lin Yan immediately closed his eyes, Xia Lan only smiled, and then raised his hand to carefully tuck the corner of the quilt.

After half a cup of tea, Lin Yan, who was lying motionless on the bed, suddenly moved, and Xia Lan immediately raised his heart.

"Yan'er, but the wound hurts again"

The person on the bed didn't seem to hear it, but moved even more violently. Xia Lan had to reach out and gently press the thin right shoulder, "Yan'er, don't drag the wound."

Lin Yan suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at her, "Sister Lan is sleeping inside."