Proudly follow your heart

Like everyone else, Huang De did not expect that the confidant he wanted to eradicate was even more cunning and scheming than he expected. Eyes and ears, such a Jun Zhanran, how can he rest assured?

The document in Huangde's hand had been squeezed into a ball by him, his eyes suddenly turned, and his eyes turned to a corner, "Is there any news about your imperial brother?

In the Zhaoyang Palace, the pearls wrapped in a light gauze were shining brightly. In the corner on the left, there was a figure standing steadily. The eldest prince of the Xia Dynasty, Huang Xuan, lowered his head slightly, "Return to Father, not yet."

"What he was asked to do is always like this. If he didn't get the scroll and suppress Nangong Cang Ao's arrogance in time, and was used by Nangong Cang Ao instead, he wouldn't be in such a state today!" Huang De's cold snort came from Passed down from above.

His Highness just lowered his head, he didn't defend Huang Mu, and he didn't add insult to injury.

"And here, take a good look! This is the letter I got, and Jun Zhanran is not a cripple! If he has an heir, do you know what it means?!" Throwing the Chinese book in his hand on the ground, Huang De The people behind the words naturally understand.

"As long as Jun Zhanran has an affair with Nangong Cang Ao as the rumors say, I don't think we need to worry about it for the time being."

"How long can the two men be like this? Even if they have an affair, can't they have another heir? Huanger, you haven't thought far enough. Jun Zhanran's city is as deep as you can imagine." Emperor Pingkang Shaking his head, thinking about the past, as long as he thinks of this name, he feels like a thorn in his back. Even if Jun Zhanran has left Xia Kingdom, this threat will not go away.

"Love can move people, but it can also hurt people. As long as his personal relationship with Nangong Cang Ao is true, I think there is always a way to deal with them." Huang Xuan was extremely calm. Seeing him like this, Huang De nodded slightly.

"Fortunately, your trip went smoothly, and my expectations for you are not in vain." Satisfied with this son, Huang De's anger was relieved a little, but when he saw the Chinese book in his hand, he felt like a stick in his throat, and felt an inexplicable crisis .

The eldest prince Huangxuan said: "Father, you don't have to worry too much, my son and minister have already made arrangements, even if these two escape to the ends of the earth..."

Sneering laughter spread in Zhaoyang Hall, Huang Xuan's eyes were closed, and his hands were placed on both sides.

Dressed in brocade clothes, it was a kind of calm and steady, with a somewhat dignified expression, he continued slowly: "After all, these vassal states are the vassal states of our Xia Kingdom, so forgive those two who can't escape. Out of the palm of my father's hand."

Huang De was not happy with these words, "Don't be careless, you know who this Jun Zhanran is, and if you can live to this day, you must not underestimate him, and Nangong Cangao, he is not easy, I am He should have been dealt with earlier, but it is a pity that the Nangong family has a deep-rooted influence in the court, and this time it was dealt with together, it is a pity that they were allowed to escape."

Wishing that these two people could be executed right before their eyes, Pingkang Huanghuangde tightened his face, "Although those surnamed Nangong are somewhat obstructive, they are not to be feared. Only the two of them, my big Xia Quan has come to this point because of what they did."

He paced a few steps, and said in a gloomy voice, "The country is unstable, it is not good for the country, the imperial grain is robbed, and the treasury is lost. Everyone knows about these things. If they are not taken down, where will the court's face be put? ?! How can I convince the public?!"

Pa, as soon as the case was shot, Emperor Pingkang showed a ferocious face, and the eldest prince Huangxuan lowered his eyes and did not answer.

Only the sound of the bell tower remained in Zhaoyang Hall, and the silence was full of oppression and mystery. Emperor Pingkang took a few breaths and calmed down slowly, "In short, you know what to do, go down."

"I obey." Bowing and retreating, Huang Xuan got up outside the main hall, flicked his sleeves, and left Zhaoyang Hall.

There was silence in the hall, leaving only Ping Kanghuang on the throne facing the thick stack of memorials in front of him, but he didn't care about it, and sat alone in front of the case with a sullen face.

He stroked the armrest under the seat with one hand. This throne is not easy to come by... I thought I could sit back and relax, but I didn't expect him to underestimate Jun Zhanran.

Huang Zhan is dead, and one day, Jun Zhanran must die too!

Nangong Cangao and Jun Zhanran who were far away in Linnan didn't know about Emperor Pingkang's anger at the moment, but from the first day they left Xia Kingdom, they knew that Huangde would be furious.

This is also their purpose, tooth for tooth, blood for blood, this is Wulou's way of doing things, and Nangong Cangao has always been like this.

But at the moment, they don't care about what's going on in the imperial city. When they first arrived in Rinnan, there are a lot of people who need to be resettled. Although they are not wanted in the city, it's better not to be too conspicuous. Nangong Cangao is very cautious in this regard.

He never wanted to experience the same fright as that day again, "Next time you're so scary again, I'll just jump off the cliff and see if I'm worried about you or you're worried about me."

Hearing Nangong Cangao's words, Jun Zhanran did not argue, "Fine, you jump off the cliff too, at worst we will be a pair of lonely ghosts together."

"Zhanran is inviting me to live and die with you?" Nangong Cang Ao became interested, "There is a saying that you can't be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but you should die in the same year, the same month, and the same day..."

"Life and death, in my opinion, is nothing more than that." The person who had died once replied to the whisper in his ear, "It doesn't matter if you live or die, but I want to be ashamed of my heart and have no regrets in the world. If one day I really want to die, it would be nice to go with you, at least I won’t be lonely on the road to Huangquan.”

The voice is light, the words are calm, and the corners of the slightly raised mouth are raised with a bit of cold charm. Now Jun Zhanran is not hiding the thoughts in his heart. After the battle of the cliff, he no longer has to hide the biggest secret in his body, just like moving a piece of paper. Jushi was indescribably relaxed.

Confidential words also become brisk, lazily leaning on the soft couch, a copper stove in the room is burning charcoal fire, the window is slightly opened, and with the cold wind blowing in some cold plum fragrance.

This is a single courtyard in Xilin City. When they first arrived in Xilin City, Nangong Cang Ao ordered someone to buy it quietly. There are many people in their group. If they go to the inn separately, it will be inconvenient to communicate. Once and for all, just find a place of your own, if there is anything to do, it will be much more convenient.

The rest of the Nangong family were arranged deep in the courtyard, under the protection of special personnel. After fleeing all the way, they were deeply shocked. Nangong Nian's health was not as good as before, and he was resting peacefully with the company of other people.

In the room here, Nangong Cang Ao was changing Jun Zhanran's dressing, and he had asked the doctor to look at it. Jun Zhanran was only injured on the skin. Although the wound was deep, it did not hurt the muscles and bones. It was a blessing.

What is difficult to treat is that he has been sitting for many years, and the muscles of his legs are atrophied. It will take some time to recover. Jun Zhanran has long been mentally prepared and doesn't think so. As long as he can stand up, even if his legs are weak for a while. Not being able to recover fully didn't bother him either.

"I really don't know how you can do it." Nangong Cangao couldn't help frowning with scars all over his eyes, and his tone became more and more severe.

"Let's not talk about these wounds, let's talk about before, you used silver needles to suppress your lust, and then you even restricted your own movements. If you want to pretend that your legs are sick, you just need to sit on a chair. Why do you have to do this!" Disagreeing with his approach, he reapplied the medicine for him, and his subordinates used a little more force while speaking.

Jun Zhanran whispered, "Easy!"

"At this time, I know you want me to be gentle. Why didn't you know how to keep your hands when you cut it yourself?" He replied angrily, but the movements of his hands still slowed down a lot after all. Nangong Cangao really didn't know how he came here after so many years. .

It is true that he cut himself, there is nothing to say, and Jun Zhanran did not expect that the injury on his leg would look so serious in a few days.

The pain spread from bottom to top, this feeling was not torture, he almost enjoyed it, this pain proved that he was still alive and he could still walk.

"Do you think it's easy to pretend to be disabled?" Jun Zhanran explained Nangong Cangao's question, "If I hadn't done this, my body would act on its own if I didn't have time to think in times of crisis. I just wanted to prevent this from happening , For example, when you and I fought against each other that day, if I hadn’t used silver needles to prick the acupuncture points to control the vital points of the spine, I would have stood up under your knife and been seen through by you.”

This is also his difficulty, otherwise, would it be possible that someone would really like to be a disabled person with two legs?The medicine for the wound on the leg has been applied, Jun Zhanran puts on his clothes and covers up the hem of his clothes.

"Do you know what it feels like?" He pressed his leg under the shirt.

"It's like a decoration. It's hard to walk if you have legs, and it's hard to walk when you have roads. It's too easy to get clothes and daily life overnight. I am obviously a healthy person, but I want to ruin my legs like this. Just to prevent my elder brother from paying too much attention to me, to prevent killers from visiting me every day, and to prevent myself from being killed by the sword!"

Jun Zhanran stared down at his waist, and the voice between his clenched teeth was as hard as a stone, "I was only in my teens at the time, remember I told you that I was assassinated again that time, and I almost died in Huangde's discharge. The man was indeed seriously injured in his hand, and then he pretended to be seriously injured and died, resulting in injury to the back spine and crippled legs."

"Do you know what kind of feeling this is?" Asked again, looking at Nangong Cang Ao, Jun Zhanran's eyes were like swords, and he sneered at himself, "To be honest, sometimes I really prefer to die."

He closed his eyes, "Death is not difficult, but living, for a person like me, is too difficult...too difficult."

The fragrance of Lengmei sprinkled a chill in the room, he was so strong and scheming, but Nangong Cang Ao still wanted to open his arms and warm his shoulders.

"Zhanran made a mistake. It's not you, but us."

Nangong Cang Ao embraced his shoulders, lay on the couch with him, pulled the thin blanket on his body, the charcoal fire in the copper stove was burning vigorously, with a few sparks radiating, reflecting the warmth of the room.