Suo Jinling

After the fever subsides, the cheeks are light red, and the thin scars are no longer dazzling, but reveal wildness. The people lying here are like dormant leopards, making people want to touch, imprison, and be trapped in around.

Chen Jing slowly stretched out his arm, and brushed the corner of Lan Jingming's lips lightly. Lan Jingming frowned and clenched his palm tightly, as if he was holding some kind of treasure. His five fingers were tightened inward, turning white The fingernails were astringent and dry, and they were inserted into Chen Jing's fingers.

This half-bending, half-rigid posture really tested the strength of the waist. Chen Jing was hanging on the couch, his forehead drooped, and he was very close to Lan Jingming.

If... without these scars, what would this person look like?

Chen Jing stretched out his hand, caressed Lan Jingming's cheek, wiped a few fine marks, slowly slid down, and stopped on Lan Jingming's chest.

There is still a vigorous heartbeat under the palm, like a fish jumping out of the water, causing waves of ripples.

Chen Jing could almost hear the beating of his own heart pulse, it was entangled with the person below him, inseparable from each other, unable to be torn apart, stirred into a pile of pulp, and the sticky melted.

Lan Jingming quietly closed his eyes and entered into a dream that no one knew about. In the dream, happiness might be consummated. His eyelashes stretched out, and the killing and blood-stained momentum faded away, turning into a rippling blue lake, flowing between square inches .

Chen Jing maintained this posture and did not move for a long time. After an unknown period of time, Lan Jingming's breathing gradually sank, and his finger bones slowly loosened. Chen Jing stood up from the collapsed edge lightly, and looked down at the chain at his feet. He froze for a moment, Pinch the chain and shake it twice, turn around and lift up the corner of the quilt, a pair of thin, red and swollen ankles came into view. After a few circles and a massage, he didn't get up and leave until the redness faded and his original skin color was revealed, and he quietly closed the door.

Hong Ye brought a horse for him, Chen Jing got on the horse, and went out of the city to Ning Wang's mansion. There is the largest flying slave station in several nearby cities, and he is quite accomplished in domesticating flying slaves. When passing the book, a few flying slaves will be released to avoid emergencies on the road, and the news cannot be delivered. Sometimes the flight to his own mansion gets lost halfway, but the one flying to Ningwang's mansion can arrive. Ningwang's mansion and Yongkang City have always been good friends. King Ning and his father also had a fateful friendship. Chen Jing was already familiar with the road when he came here, and he walked to his small shed without anyone leading the way. Dozens of flying slaves in the shed saw him coming in and swooped over, cooing. Chen Jing covered his face with his hands and reprimanded him for a long time before he stabilized the situation.

The flying slaves didn't have postboxes tied to their feet, and all the flying slaves that had been released had returned. They all looked energetic, and the feathers on their wings hadn't lost a few hairs. It was clear that there was no danger on the road. Chen Jing grabbed them one by one to have a look, and then I searched around in the shed, but there is still no news.

The letter he sent to the priest was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no reply for a long time.

This kind of thing happened very rarely in the past, the priest cherishes his words like gold, but he seems to be bored for a long time when he meets him for a drink, and he always talks to him all over the world, and if he sends a letter, it will be a long story. Nagging, I can't get to the point for a long time, there is no news for such a long time... there must be something strange in it.

Priests were also in the state of covering their faces with tulle veils and seeing no strangers, and the emperor even ordered that they were not allowed to talk about matters related to the Qin Tianjian. Now the Beiyi side is watching fiercely, and the war is imminent. Chen Jing can't get away, let alone It is possible to go to the imperial city in person to investigate the situation of the priest.

Chen Jing sat in the shed for a long time, always feeling restless, he patted his horse back to the mansion, and called Hong Ye to ask, "Is there any news from Mr.?"

Hong Ye quickly replied: "As for the general, I sent a small team near Mr. He. Mr. He went to private schools to give lectures every day. Walking, sitting and lying down are no different from normal. The son of Mr.'s family is still prescribing medicine for people in the medicine hall." sick, the hall was overcrowded all day long, the young master left early and returned late, he was very busy."

Chen Jing nodded when he heard the words, his brows slowly wrinkled.

"You go in person," Chen Jing said, "Go and call Hongfei Hongtai to come with you, and change people to watch at night, so there must be no mistakes."

"Yes," Hongye bowed and bowed down, "Hongye has the order, and he will definitely live up to the general's entrustment."

Hong Ye was ordered to leave, Chen Jing sat on the stone platform, poured himself a bowl of hot tea, his lungs felt as if boiling water had been rolled over them, and the scorching heat came up, scorching his heart like being burned by flames.

After sitting like this for a while, the sister-in-law sent someone to invite him. When Chen Jing arrived, he went to see his elder brother first, and found that his elder brother looked much better, not as haggard as before.Chen Jing's heart fell, and the stuffy chest was relieved a lot. He walked around the mansion a few times, and found that his sister-in-law was moving fast. The last Yuan's Day with him was a joyous one, and now he is going to get married, the mansion regards this as preparations for Yuan's Day, the faces of the retainers and maids are all beaming, they are happier than their own marriage.

Chen Jing believed that his brother and sister-in-law would not harm him, so he would choose carefully for him to find a girl from a well-matched family. He only wanted to congratulate his elder brother this time, and he didn't care about the girl's name or appearance. Whoever his brother and sister-in-law let him marry, he will take responsibility.

Wandering aimlessly in the mansion, wandering into the medicine shed, this medicine shed not only stores a lot of medicinal herbs, but also a lot of medicine books and classics, he has sent people to look through it several times before, and the yellow pages of the ancient books have been turned so badly, but there is still no evidence. Zhuxincao has half a clue, that mysterious race and that weird spiritual grass really fell into the ocean like a stone sinking into the ocean, which is beyond the reach of human beings.

Chen Jing was sitting in the medicine hut, flipping through the pages of the book at will. He didn't want to sit here, but his heart was depressed, and smelling the fragrance of the medicine could relieve him a lot. There were many medicine bags for bruises and warming and nourishing the heart on the bamboo cabinet at hand. , Chen Jing looked at it for a while, subconsciously took the package, collected all of them, stuffed them full, and planned to take them back to the mansion later.

The prisoner had just been fished out of the frozen lake. After being rubbed and tossed, he would not be able to get up for a few days. He brought these wound medicines back... not out of personal affection, but In order to make a long-term plan, keep the lives of the prisoners, and plan for future events.

Thinking like this, Chen Jing ransacked all the precious and rare herbs. He wanted to put them in a package, but somehow one package couldn't fit in, and two or three couldn't fit in. Finally, he replaced it with a two-seater car, and it was all. Tuck it in.

Lan Jingming was on the couch, curled up in the quilt, it was so hot that he couldn't sleep well all the time. He dreamed of a glacier. In the cold winter, the blood soaked the river, and the shore was full of broken bones. It creaked when he stepped on it, which made people feel flustered. , looked up and saw a round sun, the rays of light splashed down like steel needles, and the hooves of the horse behind his back suddenly hid beside him. Falling from mid-air, the tip of the gun came head-on, with murderous aura overflowing between his brows. Lan Jingming closed his eyes tightly, and the next moment he was top-heavy. Instead, he sat on the horse, and the spear in his hand turned into a long sword. Jing Ming tightened the reins and slammed the horse to a stop. He was thrown off by inertia, rolled straight to the top of the ridge, and fell down along the slope.

This sloping peak seemed to have no end, the body was covered with broken branches, and the strange rocks he passed by made his bones hurt. Lan Jingming tried to catch something, but his arms and feet disappeared. He turned into a round ball and walked along. Rolling down the cliff, faster and faster, colder and colder, he was naked, only a soft cloth was wrapped around his waist, his arms became shorter and shorter, tucked into the cuffs, and then he spun around and hit the stone wall with his back, There was a loud bang, and before he woke up, he hit the tree trunk with a bang, his forehead was almost split open, and his mind was buzzing.

He tried his best to raise his head and stared at his chest, but found that he was wrapped in swaddling clothes. He was no longer a healthy young man, but a baby waiting to be fed. Soaked in blood, pools of blood poured over the mountains and plains. Not far away, there was a person lying on his back. The person spread his hands and feet, bleeding profusely from his body, and his long hair was soaked in the blood, sticking together in clusters, making the person's face look pale. Cold and white, desolate and not like a living person.

Who is that?

Who is that person?

Lan Jingming moved his back and rolled towards the man with all his might, his body was finally under control, he rubbed against the man, and saw the man's face clearly.

That is... He Zhongyin's face.

With a bang, the bridge of the nose was hit by the stone slab, tears welled up from the corners of the eyes, the dream was awakened.

Lan Jingming pressed his forehead, unable to recover for a while. In the past, everything in the dream was always shadowy. When he was confused, he became conscious. When he woke up, he couldn't remember anything clearly. But this time the dream was magically assisted. On the cold floor tiles, I confirmed that I was fully awake... That scene was still engraved in my mind, circling in my heart, and I couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

I don't know whether it was bound by obsession in his heart or influenced by Lao Tuzhen's words, Lan Jingming had a splitting headache, his forehead was clamped between his knees, his tendons were throbbing, and he wanted to drag him into the abyss.

I want to see He Zhongyin.

Whether it's true or not, whether it's a dream or a reality, this thought must be fulfilled, otherwise he won't be able to rest in peace even if he enters the underworld.

There was a gust of cold wind outside the window, which made the window lattices rustle, but there were several charcoal pots in the room, which made the room so hot that you couldn't feel the cold at all. Several soft quilts were placed on the couch, and Lan Jingming raised his hand to touch them , took out a few cloth bags filled with hot water, even after standing outside for so long, the quilt was still warm.

There was a teapot on the wooden cabinet beside the bed. Lan Jingming was very thirsty, so he raised his head and drank it happily. The tea was warm in the mouth and ironed his heart, and soaked a lot in his dry throat. He could move freely while walking, and there was no sound of chains. Look, I bent down and touched my ankle, the iron chain really couldn't be seen, the skin was wrapped in a white cloth, and there was a slight coolness, and it didn't hurt anymore.

I don't know whose clothes I'm wearing, the cuffs and waist are a little fat, it seems to be made of silk, it's extraordinarily soft to the touch, and the unspeakable parts of the body are wrapped in this softness, the pain and itching are much relieved, and they don't hinder the movement that much.

The ink treasures on the table were gone, and replaced by a few steamers, steaming from the top, Lan Jingming opened the steamer, there were five layers of boxes inside, each layer was filled with different food, fish, meat, eggs, milk, everything, unique shape There are quite a lot of pastries and thick soups here, and the smell is always familiar, as if it was specially made for Ah Jing in the General's Mansion... Then Ah Jing is not here, do you plan to come back to eat later?

Lan Jingming sat at the table, not knowing what Ah Jing was thinking about. He was now a prisoner from Beiyi, but Ah Jing did not torture him, but left himself here to eat and drink as a sacrifice. Are you going to soften your will so that you can cooperate with Ah Jing?

But after fighting on the battlefield several times, Ah Jing should know that he is not someone who will give up easily, and making these unnecessary attempts...is just a waste of energy.

Could it be... Ah Jing has other plans?

Lan Jingming just woke up, and he still couldn't think clearly about everything in his mind. This time he woke up obviously feeling weak and short of breath. He had tensed his heart strings on the battlefield for several days, and was forced to release it before. Now his waist is sore and his knees are weak, sitting I just feel tired here, and I want to go back to the bedding and sleep again.

But he didn't know how long he could live, he just wanted to make the best use of everything, and he didn't want to waste his life in a whirling dream.

The most urgent task is to find out where Landao is really being imprisoned. Landao is really in his prime and is an indispensable general of Beiyi. He must find a way to let him go, and he cannot be made into the ghost of Ah Jing.

As he was thinking here, footsteps came from outside the door, Lan Jingming turned back on the couch, quietly hid in the quilt, closed his eyes and did not move again.

The person outside the door hesitated for a while, knocked lightly on the door, and found that there was no answer, the person came in cautiously, opened the food box to have a look, then looked at the teapot beside Lan Jingming, saw that Lan Jingming was still asleep, the person After changing the food box and tea, I walked out quietly.

From the corner of his eye, Lan Jingming saw that it was a maidservant in ordinary attire, walking back and forth silently, as if she was very proficient in doing these things.When there was no more noise from outside, he got up and tested the pastry and tea. There was no poison in it, but they were all replaced with new ones. The soup was thickened, and the pastry was soft and soft. I don’t know what kind of medicinal materials were in it, and it smelled quite nourishing. , makes people want to feast on it.

It turned out to be the case.

Ah Jing must have something to do and won't be back in a short time, so she asked the maid to come over and take care of his three meals a day, so that he would not suffer from leftovers.

Lan Jingming sighed long and raised his arm to cover his forehead. If he said that he was already crazy, Ah Jing would be even more crazy. No matter what the reason for doing this... After all, he was still a prisoner, Ah Jing It is difficult to establish prestige in the army if you treat yourself like this.

He thought like this, and waited until midnight with his eyes open, quietly slumped and stood by the door, living in the battlefield all year round, trained him to have clear ears and eyes, and just stood by the door, he could feel out There are a few people nearby, and in what direction are they? He can feel that many eyes are paying attention to this place. It's just that people have to change shifts when they want to rest. There are always omissions in the middle. He pretended to be weak, closed his eyes and fell on the couch. Perhaps his half-dead appearance had deceived people. One day, when the defenses around him were lax, Lan Jingming found an opportunity to get up on the eaves of the pavilion. After searching for a long time, he really found a heavily guarded place, where the lights were brightly lit, and there were people holding torches in the middle of the night, lingering outside.

Lan Jingming didn't force his way in, he went back after checking clearly, and came back the next day to check the situation. He went back and forth several times, he found the right time to put on the clothes of the replacement, and slipped in quietly. The dungeon seemed to be built on the water, and the stone wall touched It looks greasy and cold, like being kissed by a poisonous snake, and the chill winds down to the bottom of my heart.

There was no sound at night, the guard at the gate was wrapped in a quilt and drowsy, and fell asleep after being cut by a hand knife. Lan Jingming walked through the hole like a line of sky, and walked inside against the stone wall. Two long chains were raised high, Locked in the middle was a bloody human figure, several long spiked whips were thrown on the ground, and there were several smashed copper basins beside it. Landauzhen's head was drooping, his messy hair was hanging down his neck, and there were no good pieces of skin on his back. , at first glance, life and death are unknown.

Lan Jingming bent down and leaned over, and put his fingers on Landaozhen's neck veins, which were still thriving and throbbing, much stronger than his own, when the iron chain rattled, Landaozhen felt someone was behind him, and just about to open his mouth to roar, his lips were caught by someone Covering tightly, Lan Jingming stuck behind Landao's real ear, gritted his teeth and reprimanded: "Shut up!"

Landau really heard a familiar voice, a puff of breath was stuck in his throat, he almost suffocated half his life, he barely moved his head, his eyes stared like copper bells: "You, you..."

Lan Jingming lost a lot of weight, his face was a little haggard, but his body was clean and decent. He should have never been tortured. Lan Daozhen rolled his eyes, rubbed them up and down, his lips trembled for a long time, and his breath came out of his throat: "You were tortured. Where is it locked?"

"It's not important," Lan Jingming said, "Give up your strength and stop confronting them head-on. I will find a way to let you out. After you go out, keep going southeast and cross Xuehua Mountain to join the army. "

"What about you?" Landau was really keenly aware of something, his shoulders twisted twice, trying to escape the restraint, "Aren't you with me?"

Lan Jingming was stunned, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up: "Are you a three-year-old child? You need someone to accompany you if you escape."

Landau was really exasperated, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing: "Shut up! Why don't you come with me?"

Lan Jingming fell silent.

The dungeon is so deep that you can't see your fingers around. In the dark night, only the stars twinkle. Lan Jingming is tall and tall, his eyes are hidden in the dark night, and the stars are reflected, like a bright galaxy, exuding an unpopular coldness.

"I'm sorry for him," Lan Jingming said, "Of course I'll pay with my life."

"What, what, what are you talking about, who are you sorry for, what shit are you paying for! Don't go, you have made it clear to me!"

Landau was holding back his stomach, he was about to explode in the past, he dragged Lan Jingming to his side and beat him up, and asked him to explain clearly from the beginning to the end, but now that he was here, he didn't dare to make noise, let alone howl , with a face that was flushed and purple, shoulders and back muscles swelled, looking at Lan Jingming's retreating back, desperately suppressing the urge to pull the chain: "Then why did you save me! I have bullied you a lot, right?"

Lan Jingming froze.

He just froze for a moment and continued to move forward.

Landau's canthus was completely cracked, and he watched him go outside. He thought he would never get an answer again, but his light voice spread over and entered his ears: "You saved me. When you regained the Hu clan."

Landau was stunned.

That memory was so bloody that he almost buried it deep in his heart. He didn't want to think of it for a long time. Back then, when the patriarch of the Huihu tribe was lying in ambush deep in the dense forest, he shot Lan Jingming's jaw with an arrow. The force was too deep. The mandible pierced through, and the person was thrown off the horse, almost buried in the horse's hooves.Half of Lan Jingming's body was stained with blood and he was in a coma. He couldn't open his mouth to drink or take any medicine. Seeing that the air coming in was less than the air coming out, the doctors surrounded them three floors outside and three floors outside. Everyone was in a hurry, but no one dared to take the risk. Pulling out the sword, he was afraid that Gele would die by mistake, and he would lose his own life. In the end, Landau really couldn't see it, so he pulled out the arrow under pressure, and ordered the doctors to do their best to treat him. It was only then that Lan Jingming's life was recovered.

Landaozhen has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he has seen too many stumps and short arms. He shouldn't be reluctant to do so, but before he was about to draw the arrow, Lan Jingming raised his arm from a coma and grasped Landaozhen's wrist bone. , trying to push it out, as if he didn't want him to do it, he just wanted to fend for himself, and let him go away.

Now that a few years have passed, Lan Jingming brought up the old matter again, and Landao really stood still, not knowing whether the previous decision was right or wrong. If he hadn't pulled out the arrow and let him go, would it be like... So happy today.

Lan Jingming had said all he needed to say, and he had no intention of staying any longer. He sneaked to the door and hibernated. When he changed shifts in the early hours of the morning, he slipped out at the right time, returned to his bedroom, and buried himself in the quilt.

After two days like this, the house was calm and calm, Lan Jingming still kept his original state, lying on the couch in a daze, the outside seemed to be calm, only the maidservants chatted a few words when they came in to serve soup and tea, and said that they would hang it in the mansion. The red curtain still needs to clean up a few rooms. There has been no happy event in the mansion for many years. It is a great thing for the general to have a family.

The maidservants went out in twos and threes, and quietly closed the door. Lan Jingming was lying there, looking up quietly. A black spider was wandering around the corner of the wooden beam, spitting out milky white silk threads to entwine back and forth, and the wooden beam was surrounded by circles. Cover it, wrap it tightly.

The sky and the earth are spinning before his eyes, and the sky and the earth are spinning and moving, Lan Jingming subconsciously moves his arms, presses his fingers on the thin scars on the corners of his lips, and plucks them inwards fiercely.

Ah Jing is getting married.

Ah Jing is getting married.

Ah Jing is getting married.

It turned out that it was because of this that he didn't come back for a long time, presumably because he wanted to marry a wife in the original general's mansion and put his wife next to his brother and sister-in-law.

Ah Jing's age has come, and it's time to marry a wife. To be precise... it's time to marry a wife.

Ah Jing will marry a wife and have children, with children and grandchildren around her knees, and spend her life in peace.

Moisture came from the fingertips, sticky and bloody spread out, and the thin scar was painful and itchy, like ten thousand ants piercing the heart, rushing to the depth of the wound one after another.

He bent his knuckles, wanting to dig out the itchy flesh and crush it into ashes between his fingers.

The hallucinations are always entangled. For a while, the young Ah Jing handed over the meat and asked him to eat a few more pieces; for a while, Ah Jing bent down and wrapped the long cloth around his feet; His arm, the two looked at the fireworks together; for a while, the two stood under the marriage tree, clasped their hands together and made a wish, and the purses all over the sky were like red rain falling from the sky, rolling up from mid-air and dripping on their bodies.

This is all a dream of the past.

No matter how long and beautiful the dream is, there will be a time to wake up.

Chen Jing stood on the side of the street, carrying big bags and small bags, waiting for the rouge-applied girl to come out.

He hasn't returned to his mansion for the past few days, and has been staying with his brother and sister-in-law. All the frontline military newspapers are sent here, and he handles them here.During this period of time in Beiyi, the weather was calm and there was no movement of troops or generals. Chen Jing didn't dare to take it lightly, so everything in this marriage was kept simple and it was just a formality.

He knows that even if he is the son of the general's family, it is not easy to find a girl of the right family. In the battlefield, life and death are unpredictable, and if he is not careful, he will lose everything. He is quite indifferent to the matter of marrying a wife, if it is not for the joy of his eldest brother, he would never think of getting married.

That big witch may be really capable. Ever since he got married to the prostitute daughter in Prince Rui's mansion, the elder brother's complexion has improved day by day. The mansion is in full swing, and the brothers and sisters-in-law are all full of joy. The sister-in-law is weak after giving birth. , everything in the mansion can be let go, and she rarely does it herself, but now she is shouldering the heavy responsibility, taking care of everything in the mansion, and running everything in the mansion in an orderly manner. Chen Jing wants to help, and even has the opportunity to intervene Can't find it.

Before getting married, the husband and wife could not meet each other, but the daughter of Prince Rui's family was lively and unethical. She even disguised herself as a man and sneaked up with the band before getting married. , Threatened to see and see the future husband.

Chen Jing looked at her in blank dismay, more than a head taller than her, she danced for a long time, but still couldn't touch Chen Jing's ear.

This girl's name is Jingxian, and she is eight hundred feet away from "Jing" and "Xian". It is likely that several snow-capped mountains will not be able to fill it up.

Jingxian came here to make a big fuss by herself, Prince Rui's mansion sent someone to pick her up but refused to go back, King Rui was old and childless, treated the girls like pearls like jewels, coaxed them from childhood to adulthood, The girl is old enough to have ideas and refuses to go back, and King Rui can't do anything about it, he can only ask Chen Jing to take good care of her and not let her girl down.

Chen Jing has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and he is almost hardened into an iron plate. He doesn't know how to act. He grew up among men, and after he grew up, he struggled in the military camp. He hasn't seen many girls in these years. How to get along with girls, Jingxian is still younger than him, and she is still a child at heart. She grew up in a boudoir and was annoyed. It was a lot of fun, squatting in front of the grasshopper, I couldn't even move my legs, and after a while, I brought out big bags and stuffed them into Chen Jing's hands, asking Chen Jing to help her carry them.

Chen Jing was holding something in his hand, and his mind was lost. Jing Xian squatted in front of the sugar figurine, tilting her head to stare at it. The sugar figurine swelled and became bigger bit by bit. It twisted in the hands of the sugar figurine master. It softened and turned into a vivid character in the storybook, and handed it to Jing Xian.

Jingxian squatted there, her back was a small ball, her two shofar braids flicked back and forth, clacking and falling on her shoulders.

The things in my hands were heavy, and they kept falling, tearing fingers and wrist bones, and falling straight into the abyss.

Chen Jing knew that he was looking at Jingxian, but he also knew clearly that what he was looking at was not Jingxian.

There is only one boy in the world who rides a white wolf and wears a golden bell around his ankle.

The vicissitudes of the sea and the vicissitudes of the spring and autumn, the sun rises, the moon falls, the flowers bloom and fall, everything in the world is like a passing cloud, only that young man is irreplaceable, stuck in his chest like a sharp thorn that cannot be melted.

In the past, I deliberately didn't think about him, and the thorns were wrapped behind the rocks, unable to pierce the chest cavity, but if there was a slight flaw in the mind wandering... the thorns would grow, piercing the internal organs, He was gutted and gutted.

Chen Jing was absent-minded and played around with Jingxian. The other party didn't think about what he said or did. Jingxian was not angry. It seemed that they got married just to have fun. The general's mansion sent people to pick them up when it was late. Jingxian was very tired. Drowsy and unconscious in the carriage, Chen Jing rode on the horse and escorted him back to the mansion, stayed to accompany the band to have a drink, and got himself very drunk.

Since going to the imperial city, Chen Jing has learned to be cautious in his words and deeds, and rarely gets himself drunk. No matter what kind of banquet he cannot refuse, he will keep himself sober. The string was broken, and he drank one cup after another, almost refusing everyone who came, and he didn't yell when he drank too much, but just carried the jug, walked by the table full of people one by one, and poured out all the wine glasses Fill it up, pat the shoulders one by one, and signal for everyone to drink it all, not a drop is allowed to be left.

The table was full of people who drank untold jars of spirits. Except for Chen Jing, everyone was so drunk that they staggered and vomited wildly, lying on the ground in a mess. In the end, Zhou Shuning couldn't stand it anymore and ordered them not to drink any more, and forced Chen Jing to drink it. After drinking a few bowls of hangover soup, Chen Jing became more sober after drinking it. He washed himself in the mansion, changed his clothes and said he wanted to go back to his mansion. Zhou Shuning had no choice but to find a few retainers to follow him. Let him go.

Chen Jing galloped back all the way, leaving his retainers far behind, and felt relaxed after entering his mansion. The oppressive atmosphere dissipated a lot. He got off his horse and went straight to his bedroom, and fell down on the couch with a thud. Those wines were soft and full of stamina, like a majestic and turbulent sea wave, slapping towards him, rolling up sand and covering his mouth and nose, and pressing him into the dust.

The candlelight flickered on his side, outlining long and short silhouettes. Chen Jing rubbed his eyes, the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and his grand plans and great achievements were all left behind. The room is crooked, and he can only rely on the long sword to stand upright. Now if a fledgling yellow-mouthed child jumps out from somewhere, he can kill him. He knows that if Hongzhuo Hongye is here, he will never let him like this He was exposed in front of the captives, but the alcohol made him dazed. He was drunk in the wine, drunk in a dream, panicked like a bereaved dog, squeezed into the side bedroom door, and fell beside Lan Jingming.

Lan Jingming sat up abruptly, unable to pretend to be in a deep sleep anymore, he pulled Chen Jing's arm, and the word "A Jing" came to his lips, and he swallowed it abruptly, turning it into the most common greeting: "Why do you drink so much wine?" ?”

"I should ask you this." Chen Jing was in a daze, but his words were still clear. He tilted his head and looked at Lan Jingming's side cheeks. His eyes could not be closed, his brows gradually wrinkled, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Here... What's going on... Bitten yourself?"

Lan Jingming followed his line of sight, touched his lips, bared in pain, and wiped blood on his hand.

Chen Jing's eyes gradually sank, and he turned over half of his body suddenly, like a mountain toppled over, pressing Lan Jingming under him.

Lan Jingming's heart beat like a drum, and it hit his chest. Chen Jing lay on his side on Lan Jingming's chest, clasped his fingers twice, wrapped around the back of Lan Jingming's neck, and held them in the palm of his hand: "The world thinks that I was born in the general's mansion, and the stars Holding the moon and a flat map, what you ask for is within your reach... But only I know that what I ask for is not available, what I hope for is backfired, and the person I really love..."

Chen Jing squeezed his palms tightly, his eyes were as red as blood, he seemed to be staring at Lan Jingming's eyes, and also seemed to be staring at an untouchable enemy through these eyes: "... don't say a word He left me behind and treated me like a shoe."