Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"My lord! My lord!"

"Uncle Wang, wake up, Uncle Wang, don't sleep, wake up!"

Jun Ziyou desperately pressed the wound on Xiao Jinglan's chest, blood poured out from between his fingers, scalding hot and burning his eyes, the more he was in such a critical moment where human life was at stake, the calmer he became, and he said calmly: "Don't call me anymore!" , he can no longer hear. Shenci, burn incense!"

Shen Ci was so frightened that she nearly burst into tears when she heard his words, "What are you talking about, this person is clearly...he can be saved, why, why did he burn incense..."

"Stop talking nonsense! King Han was assassinated in the chest, and the best time to rescue him is within half a stick of incense. Quickly call Jiang Yanqing to come rescue him! Even if he is to fly over with a flying kite, let him take the King Han, save me!!"

At this time, his hands were already shaking very badly. Anyone who saw him felt that he was panicked because he was afraid that King Han would die like this. Only Xiao Beicheng could see that he himself was almost reaching the limit of his patience.

"Shen Ci, come here, press your palms flat on Uncle Han's chest, and press his wound."

Shen Ci, who was in a hurry to burn incense, hurried over again, this time he learned to be smart, and he guessed seven or eight points just by seeing Junzi You trembling so hard that he could hardly close his wound, so he didn't say much. Honestly imitating his appearance, taking over from him to contain King Han's injury.

"Ziyou, come back with me." Xiao Beicheng pressed the man's hands into his palms, wiped away the warm blood for him, approached his ear, and called softly: "Ziyou, let's go home. Don't be too aggressive, okay?"

"I'm sorry, I've made the prince feel bad again. I know you're doing it for my own good, but I have to untie this knot in my heart, otherwise my life will be hard...Qing Jue, just let me be self-willed again."

Jun Ziyou stared at Xiao Beicheng, that kind of self-satisfied smile appeared on his face again, but how could Xiao Beicheng fail to see his reluctance, and felt as sad as a knife.

He saw the man's arms that were swollen and swollen under the sleeves of the man's sleeves, and also saw the red marks slowly climbing up on his neck under his obviously ill-fitting jacket.

He let out a breath trembling slightly, wrapped his arms around the man's waist, lowered his head, and kissed lightly behind his swollen ear.

...very light very light.

He knew that that person was like porcelain with cracks, fragile and precious, and he had to be served carefully.But the more he understood, the more puzzled he was, why such a precious person like him should be tortured to such an extent.

Because King Han was seriously injured, everyone had no time to care about the fleeting movements and whispers of the two.

Jiang Yanqing arrived in time and tried her best to rescue the wounded who had a different standpoint from her without saying a word.

Silence seemed to have returned to the front of the hall, only Liu Rong'an, who was staring blankly, was still wiping the blood on the green bricks with a handkerchief.

At first, she was dazed, watching the people rushing to rescue the man she once loved deeply, at a loss, and seeing the blood soaked in her hands, she suddenly realized that the man was really only one step away from death.

She buried her head in wiping the blood on the ground, and as she wiped, the tears couldn't stop pouring out. After realizing it, she came back to her senses, as if the sword had stabbed her just now, and suddenly hugged her shoulders , curled up and squatted on the ground, crying loudly.

The cry was shrill, sad and heartbreaking.

Li Chonghua stretched out his wrinkled, haggard hand, and patted Liu Rongan's head, "Why are you crying, that kid is fatal, he won't die."

Liu Rongan just cried and said nothing, and everyone's heart was pulled up when he heard it. The reason...

Xiao Beicheng got up and looked at Junzi An, who was still holding a long sword and standing in front of the people, and his clothes were stained with sprayed blood. He already looked terrifying. The bloody light seemed to strike again at any time, killing the person he hadn't killed just now with one blow.

"Take it!"

Xiao Beicheng gave an order, and then the royal guards swarmed up to subdue Jun Zi'an. However, he sensed that the other party's intentions were not good, so he immediately dodged to avoid the guards who were chasing him. Withdrew behind Li Chonghua, and mercilessly put the blade across the latter's neck as a threat.

"Who dares to take a step closer, the head of the old prince will fall to the ground."

The words of a person who dared to assassinate even King Han were extremely deterrent. Sure enough, no one dared to act rashly. On the contrary, Li Chonghua had a calm face. Ke Lian, even if the other party wiped his neck on the spot, that's all.

"My account with him hasn't been settled yet, you can't kill him yet."

"Who cares about you."

Jun Ziyou knew that it was difficult to persuade his obsessed brother, who only wanted Li Chonghua to die, so he simply saved his tongue to reason with him, pointed in the direction of King Han, and growled at Li Chonghua: "You lied to him so much. Over the years, haven't you been moved by his emotion for a moment? He has the same affection for you, but what you gave him, won't you feel uneasy!"

Li Chonghua frowned and looked at Junziyou, with complicated eyes as if asking: Why do you, the victim, empathize with the perpetrator?

"He's...he's..."

"When your hatred planted the root of disaster, he hadn't been reincarnated yet! Your resentment, your anger has nothing to do with him! You have vented your anger on him for so many years, used it, and teased him. Even if it's just a joke, you should Let him live in peace!"

At this point, Jun Ziyou ignored the murder weapon still lying between the two of them, grabbed Li Chonghua's skirt, and dragged him to King Han.

"Come on, wake up! Your son is dead, do you want to lose your second son!"

Touched by his words, Li Chonghua didn't come back to his senses for a long time, his eyes slowly fell on the bloodless King Han, and he couldn't help recalling the scenes of the past years together.

What he knew, in fact, he knew... This child has always regarded himself as his father, and he has given back to himself all the kindness of birth that he did not repay to Xianzong.

He also felt uneasy in his conscience... But he was used to the existence of that person, and he couldn't help but look for the figure of his son who had disappeared in the vast sea of ​​people in him, and he also transformed his guilt into love and affection.

Playing on the spot... Maybe, at least they are all willing to fall into the illusion of fatherly kindness and filial piety, like fish swimming in the deep sea, knowing that they will be destroyed when they reach the limit, but they don't regret this big dream.

"Jing Lan, in fact, I lied to you about everything before... I did treat you as a substitute for Xici, and wanted you to stay by my side, so I could live like this... Until just now, I was I thought so, but not like this... Jing Lan, you have never been a substitute for anyone, you are you, Jing Lan..."

In old age, the eye sockets are shallow and the heart is soft. Once the reality that was never faced directly in the past is faced, emotions will flood in like a tide, and everything owed in the past cannot be escaped.

Li Chonghua immediately burst into tears, holding Xiao Jingyuan's slightly cold and stiff hand, trying to transfer his body temperature to him.

King Han, who was in a coma, seemed to feel his closeness, and suddenly twitched his fingers, holding the man's hand in his palm. Although he was powerless to open his eyes, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

His breath was too weak, so weak that even the pronunciation of the words was blurred, no one understood the meaning of his last unidentified whimper, only Li Chonghua understood his intention.

"Okay..." Li Chonghua stroked the back of his hand, and replied: "Okay, when you wake up, you can call him Dad instead, and we, father and son, will spend the rest of our lives together."

After hearing this, Xiao Jinglan seemed to be relieved, and lay down contentedly, with his head and neck tilted to one side weakly, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Don't panic, don't panic, if you don't hit a vital point, you can still be saved."

After hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, only Jun Zi'an still showed unwillingness in his eyes, he was holding Li Chonghua harder, and the blade of his sword was also pressing harder, as if he might strike at any time, causing the opponent's death on the spot .

Xiao Beicheng was eager to end this chaotic farce, he pulled Junziyou behind him, and approached Junzian.

"Stop! If you dare to step forward again, I will kill him!"

"You originally planned to kill him. Even if you take him as a hostage, no one will take his life seriously. The disputes in the capital are caused by him, and the tragedies are caused by him. Sooner or later You are all responsible for all of this, why do you bother to stain your own hands and become that executioner?"

"You won't kill him... No!!"

Jun Zi'an was emotional, his eyes were red, and even the tails of his brows were flushed with a blush. He slowly set his eyes on Jun Ziyou, who was also as pale as him, freed the hand that was holding Li Chonghua, angrily pointing to his brother.

"Even if he knows that this person's crimes are heinous and unforgivable, he will still find ways to excuse him and save him from death, so what is the pain and torture I have endured all these years!!"

Taking advantage of him being loose for a moment, Xiao Beicheng took the lead to subdue him, but Jun Zi'an subconsciously pointed the murder weapon in his hand at him, and instinctively acted in self-defense.

In a split second, he suddenly realized that according to the development of this situation, that person would be injured by him, so he had to forcibly reverse the direction of the sword hilt to avoid the fatal point.

If he had no intention of hurting King Han at the beginning, but subconsciously felt that King Han and Li Chonghua were in collusion at the moment when the long sword was released, and killing one more person would not be a loss or injustice, then his move to stop at this moment was purely because of him. I know this person can't be killed...

The capital city is full of turmoil, King Jin is the one who most wants to quell all this and give them a good death. Maybe it is ridiculous for a person like him who is half-black and half-white, to say that his conscience is still alive, but the fact is that he I really can't bear to...

The momentary hesitation and pause gave Xiao Beicheng a chance to stop him, he held his wrist and raised it high, keeping the murder weapon in his hand away from himself.

"Shen Temple!"

The guard who was named reacted very quickly, and Li Chonghua, who was about to escape from the shackles, was dragged out from under the man.

Seeing that the general situation was over, Jun Zi'an, who already had a no-win or benevolence mentality, reacted very quickly, and with good strength, elbowed Xiao Beicheng's old wound on the heart, causing the opponent to retract in pain, and then pressed the blade against himself On the neck, he cut it off without hesitation.

He could even hear the sound of the flesh being cut by the sharp blade that was close at hand, which was chilling.

But just a moment, just a moment, the pain of body and mind can be relieved.

...it's all coming to an end.

"It won't end!"

A call pulled him back from the brink of disappearing consciousness, although his voice was soft, the words he uttered were loud and powerful.

In the meantime, there are also water drops falling to the ground, causing resonant ethereal echoes.

All the good things in the world are trying to keep people with ashes in their hearts.

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~