[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Before the lamp oil in Lu Chenyan's hand was spilled, he was pushed to the side, the red wax was overturned, the candle was extinguished, and the lamp oil was so hot that it was poured on the ground, congealing into a grease-like color.

Lu Jinglan asked, "What is Sister doing?"

Lu Chenyan said, "Sister is saving you."

Lu Jinglan sneered, "I don't need sister's help."

Lu Chenyan smelled the strong smell of alcohol on Lu Jinglan's body, frowned and said, "Let's talk about it after you sober up."

Lu Jinglan was drunk and staggered a little. He touched the wine jar at his waist, but the wine jar was empty, and he threw it on the ground. The wine jar rolled twice, and transparent residual liquid dripped down, filling the room for aging. booze.

Lu Chenyan straightened Lu Jinglan's messy and half-open clothes, "Zhao Yan is a scourge."

Lu Jinglan said drunkenly, "I locked him up, and I can only harm him in the future."

Lu Chenyan shook her head, "A Sheng, listen to my sister, just play around."

The drunk Lu Jinglan pushed Lu Chenyan away, wondering if he would listen.

Lu Chenyan sighed.

Lu Jinglan's footsteps were heavy, even covering the sound of Lu Chenyan leaving.

Zhao Yan didn't look at Lu Jinglan.

Lu Jinglan approached, stretched out his hand to loosen the restraint on Zhao Yan's wrists, those wrists had been bound for two days, they were gradually bruised and numb, and hung down weakly.

Lu Jinglan took Zhao Yan into his arms, threw away the scabbard, and the bloody scabbard hit the ground with a crisp sound.

"Zhao Changning, what right do you have to hate me?"

Zhao Yan didn't speak, Lu Jinglan's eyes were red, and she pressed Zhao Yan on the bed again, and fell down with a fierce and bloody kiss. Zhao Yan clenched her teeth, but Lu Jinglan grabbed her neck and gasped with difficulty. .

The man seized the opportunity to attack the city and plunder the land, with a spicy and burning smell of wine in his mouth, he grabbed the soft red lips and tongue of the man under him, entangled and snatched it, and stared at Zhao Yan like a delirious beast.

Zhao Yan was pushed and shoved on the bed, her shabby hem was brutally shredded, her naked chest was dotted with bluish-purple hickey marks, her slender waist fell into the man's palm and was bent and played with, the thin ankles were The chains rattled and screamed.

Zhao Yan clenched her upper and lower jaw tightly, as if she was about to bite off the soft flesh on Lu Jinglan's shoulder, her lips and teeth were stained with blood, and the smell of rust poured into her throat.

Lu Jinglan felt the pain, and let Zhao Yan bite his shoulder until it was bloody.

The relationship between him and Zhao Changning is doomed to never end.

Zhao Yan's lips were stained with blood, and her scarlet lips reflected her pale face, like a piece of glamorous painted skin, and the bones after the painted skin peeled off were already covered with terrifying knife marks.

Everyone in this world lives like a ghost.

"Lu Jinglan, I never thought I would survive."

Lu Jinglan smelled heavily of alcohol, stared at Zhao Yan and sneered, "Zhao Changning, who in this world would trust you?"

Zhao Yan laughed miserably and coughed continuously. The humiliation of several days had crushed his mind, his tense strings snapped, he vomited a mouthful of thick blood, and his clothes were disheveled and he fell on the bed.

Lu Jinglan really came to his senses at this time, his indifferent pupils were rare and dazed, his fingers touched the bright red color on Zhao Yan's lips, as if he had touched something frightening.

The trembling hand that had always held the sword could not grasp the piece of dark blue clothes that he had torn apart himself.

In the medical hall late at night.

A gray-haired old man in common clothes was playing a cattail fan, resting his head on the side of the medicine stove, and at the pulse diagnosis counter of the medical center, there was a boy with shofar braids barely open his eyes, fiddling with an abacus in his hand, going in and out to collect the bill for the day.

At midnight, the mahogany door of the medical hall was kicked open from the outside.

The little boy looked sleepily, and saw a tall and handsome young man in black with an outer shirt wrapped in his arms. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only see a pale and slender ankle with blue bruises on it.

"Sir, someone has come to seek medical attention."

The little boy yelled, and the gray-haired old man staggered over, twisting his beard and asking, "What's wrong with the girl in your arms?"

The young man said blankly, "It's not a girl."

The old man shook his head, "It's because I'm old and dizzy. Since I'm not a girl, it's easier to handle."

The old man led the young man into the inner room.

The young man put the man wrapped in his arms on the bed of the hospital. The old man took a closer look and saw that the frail young man was neatly dressed. It was obvious that someone had carefully taken care of him. He was about 30 or [-] years old, but he was already a sign of a serious illness. , It's a pity this good appearance.

The old man's hand landed on the sick young man's wrist, and he was about to feel the pulse, when he suddenly asked, "Where did the injury on this young man's arm come from?"

The young man in black didn't answer.

The old man checked his pulse and asked, "Who is he?"

The young man in black didn't answer.

The old man had already checked his pulse at this time, he shook his head and said to the young man in black, "This old man can't do anything in this hospital."

The sharp sword at the waist of the young man in black slammed into the old man's neck.

The old man shook his head, "This old man is already old, if you can cure it, you can cure it, if you can't cure it, there is nothing you can do if you want to kill me."

Lu Jinglan heard her dry voice, "Why is it difficult to cure?"

The old man said, "The root cause of this son's disease is at least five or six years. He coughs up blood and chills on weekdays. There are already signs of exhaustion. There must be a good doctor by his side to continue his life, so that he can live to this day."

Lu Jinglan asked, "Where does the disease come from?"

The old man shook his head, "This old man is not good at medicine, I don't know where this disease comes from."