wife and king

Ji Linchuan threw the man into the tent, without saying a word, he threw himself in front of the man, put his hands together, and groped the man's face.

The man closed his eyes quietly, silently feeling the rough palms rubbed by the sword hilt.

After a while, Ji Linchuan snorted, as if he found an incongruous place on the side of the man's cheek, curled up his fingers, trembling uncontrollably, he carefully licked and lifted the place there. , and lifted a thin human skin mask from the man's face.

"Ah...ah..."

Exclaimed, it stopped at the throat in an instant, the human skin mask in Ji Linchuan's hand slipped to the ground, and landed lightly at his feet, the real appearance in front of him was so familiar, so familiar that he could clearly describe it when he closed his eyes .

Trembling and excited, he always wanted to touch that face, but when he was about to touch that face, Ji Linchuan curled his fingers again, and covered his mouth with his hands, suppressing the choking up in his throat.He didn't dare to touch him, for fear that the man would shatter before his eyes like a dream.

"Ah, ah..." The man grabbed Ji Linchuan's hand, hugged him tightly, whimpered and shed tears.

"Mu Qing, Mu Qing!"

The familiar heat in his embrace made Ji Linchuan burst into tears. He cried until his heart broke, calling the name engraved on his heart over and over again: "Mu Qing, it's really you, it's really you, Mu Qing——" The grievances of many days were vented at this moment, Ji Linchuan bit Yan Cangling's shoulder, gritted his teeth fiercely, venting his pain.

Hearing the news of his death, and then standing up firmly and leading the soldiers to the battlefield, within a short period of ten days, Ji Linchuan carried the beam by himself. What kind of perseverance is needed, he is almost overwhelmed by these things I was almost out of breath.At this moment, when he had to meet his sweetheart, he immediately turned all his grievances into tears and poured them out.

The sound was like a beating drum, shaking into his heart, Yan Cangling hugged tightly, buried his head on Ji Linchuan's neck, and let the hot tears slide down his neck.

"Mu Qing, Mu Qing—" Every sound was like a blunt knife sharpening in Yan Cangling's heart.

"Ah..." The voice that could not be uttered was anxiously expressing his distress. Yan Cangling kept stomping his feet, and comforted Ji Linchuan with his hand that patted Ji Linchuan's back.

The tears gradually subsided, Ji Linchuan clenched his fist and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pushed Yan Cangling away slightly so that he could take a good look at the face that he hadn't seen for a long time, carefully stretched out his hand, and slowly moved towards Yan Cangling's face with a hesitant speed. poked his face--

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The moment his hand touched his face, it turned into a furious punch, and it slammed into Yan Cangling's face. Ji Linchuan grabbed Yan Cangling's lapel with one hand in his anger, and said angrily, "Yan Cangling, you're cheating to death with this trick!" Well done, really well done! You have lied to everyone, and even me!" He patted his chest with one hand, and his eyes were red with tears, "Do you know how I got here during this period of time! You left suddenly , I have not yet accepted this fact, so I brought the three armies here to avenge you, and what about you! Fake death, disguise, conceal all the truth, if not...if not," he gritted his teeth choked with sobs, clutching The hands on the skirts trembled, "If Yuxiang hadn't visited you before dispatching troops... No, the man's corpse, and found that the face of the corpse had changed, it wasn't you, I'm afraid I'd be kept a secret for the rest of my life. In the drum, day and night, sleep and food are difficult. Yan Cangling, since you are still living in the world, why have you never come to find me, why didn't you tell me the truth, why! Do you know how I live these days! You Know what!"

Ji Linchuan, who was rarely angry, made Yan Cangling feel so guilty that he had nothing to say when he opened his mouth. With warm hands, Yan Cangling gently grabbed Ji Linchuan's hands, pressed them against his heart, and gently embraced him with the other hand. Last season Linchuan's waist embedded him in his arms.He still couldn't make a sound, and could only use silent movements to express his helplessness.

A light kiss fell on Ji Linchuan's cheek carefully, kissing away his tears silently.

With light hands and slow movements, people's hearts were depressed to the depths, Yan Cangling smiled deeply, took Ji Linchuan's hand to the side, pulled a piece of white paper, and started to write.

When he glanced at the familiar handwriting, Ji Linchuan turned pale with shock.

What was written on the paper was Yan Cangling's experience during this period.It turned out that that day, after he entered the palace, his subordinates entered the Fangrong Hall first, and they actually discussed with Mengrong, asking him to kill Yan Cangling in exchange for Di Yejia. Mengrong was shocked when he heard this, but He didn't dare to say anything, and pretended to respond, and then there was the scene of Mengrong assassinating him later.Clinker, the subordinate who entered Fangrong Hall first was impatient and decided to do it himself, so he broke into the room, slashed his sword, and went straight to his throat.At that time, he was on guard, so he remained awake for a while, forced his internal energy into his head, barely turned over and avoided the fatal blow, but there was still a deep wound on his neck, while the subordinate was stunned, The dagger in Mengrong's hand pierced his intestines, and he followed suit, killing that subordinate with a backhand palm.

After doing this for so long, Yan Cangling was exhausted, and the drug was applied to his head. He was in a daze and saw what Meng Rong said to him. Even your subordinates wanted to harm you. It can be seen that there are many Wang Enyi's men around you, you Being alive will only become Wang Enyi's target, why not...

He could no longer hear the words that followed.And when he woke up, he found himself in a wilderness, his face was changed, and he couldn't speak.He touched his body and found that there were only a few copper plates on his body for wrapping his abdomen, and a pass for him to return to the Southern Prime Minister, and all his belongings were gone.He could no longer go back to the imperial palace, so he could only go back to Nanxiang. When he was on the way, he heard the shocking news that his body was hung on the city wall by the people from the Western Regions. Day rushing to describe the desolation, and no one to take in and help him, he can only rely on his own legs, travel long distances, and occasionally jump into someone else's carriage to smuggle out, so when he arrived, Ji Linchuan had already led his troops to call .

Ji Linchuan held Yan Cangling's trembling hand - whoever wakes up and finds that he has changed his appearance and can't speak, will not calm down.Ji Linchuan surmised softly: Mengrong and Cheng Yuxiang had been together for a while, and she knew how to disguise her appearance, and the reason why she made Yan Cangling unable to speak was probably because she was worried that Yan Cangling's voice would be discovered by interested people.

With Ji Linchuan's few words, Yan Cangling's impetuous emotions were suppressed in his heart, and his heart was relieved from being so embarrassed by others for many days. Yan Cangling kissed Ji Linchuan with deep meaning, and the corner of his mouth parted into a smile.

Yan Cangling grabbed Ji Linchuan's hand, his brows were filled with worry and shame, his lips were parted, and he couldn't say a thousand words of guilt. If it wasn't for his momentary loss, how could Ji Linchuan, who was well protected by him, kill him instead of him? On this merciless battlefield.He is ashamed of Ji Linchuan.

"It's done, am I safe? I remember that you regretted that I couldn't go to the battlefield and enjoy the scenery of the battlefield. But now that I'm here, aren't you happy for me?"

After hearing this, Yan Cangling felt even more guilty, hugged Ji Linchuan into his arms, and wrote the past events with a pen in his other hand. It turned out that the old monk he met in the city temple that day was an iron fortune teller for astrology and divination in the rivers and lakes. Because he was touched by his kindness in helping the people, he counted a calamity in his life, so he hurried over and told him the calamity in his life.Later, when Ji Linchuan was sleeping soundly, he came to look for the old monk, and the old monk said that this catastrophe could not be resolved, could not be avoided, and he could only save his life by himself.Therefore, under the guidance of the old monk, he was careful about everyone, so when he was assassinated in Fangrong Hall, he was prepared in his heart so that he would not be completely passively victimized, so that he could escape the disaster.

After reading what he wrote, Ji Linchuan put one arm around his waist, and leaned his head on his shoulder: "It's really hard to avoid the catastrophe of fate, you really have a bloody disaster, and I really have the pain of bereavement, Fortunately, you are still alive, still alive..."

Yan Cangling hugged Ji Linchuan and kissed again and again with guilt, but Ji Linchuan slapped his head away in disgust: "It stinks, don't touch me."

At the end of the sentence, the two burst out laughing at each other.

A man's love is so simple, he has been hurt and cried, and all the unhappiness is forgotten in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that it was still early, Ji Linchuan patted Shunyan Cangling's messy hair and patted him on the head, and stopped dwelling on the sad topics between the two of them. The past is the past, and it won't do any good to remember it. It will only make Yan Cangling feel guilty.

"It's done, look at your appearance, how can you still look like a prince, come, I will take you to wash it."

Yan Cangling was in a hurry, pointed to his throat, and groaned, his aggrieved expression was extremely pitiful.

Putting his fingers on Yan Cangling's nose skillfully, Ji Linchuan smiled, and said to Yan Cangling, "Even the doctor can't find out what medicine is in you, who can save you. According to me, you might as well write a letter." Ask Yuxiang, see if he has any good recipes, and let him go to Beijing by the way, to help see Mengrong's current situation."

Yan Cangling's eyes lit up, and he responded with a slap happily. He wanted to get close to Ji Linchuan's cheek for a few more kisses, but Ji Linchuan slapped him and stopped him: "You are so short, it stinks, go and wash it off! , otherwise I won’t get close to you.”

Yan Cangling's lips were flattened, and Ji Linchuan was amused by that appearance, and he pressed Yan Cangling's pursed mouth with one hand: "Isn't it because I can't speak, I didn't come here like that back then, why do you feel wronged, bear with it, Be good."

Yan Cangling was still dissatisfied, muttered and smacked his lips, took advantage of Ji Linchuan's inattention, bit him hard, and suddenly had a bad idea while holding him.