Cangyun [Sword Net Three]

The man in black covered his abdominal wound and fled hurriedly from Huanshuyuan, jumped into a courtyard three times, and staggered into the door.

At this moment in the room, there were three people drinking around a table. Xu Shi was having a good time drinking and chatting, and he was a little upset when he was suddenly interrupted.But when they saw the men in black's waists soaked in blood, they stood up in surprise.

"Wen Rui, what's going on?"

"How did you get hurt like this? You're fine when you go out at noon."

"Okay, don't ask, stop the bleeding first."

The man in black sat on the ground leaning against the edge of the bed, and pulled off the veil on his face, revealing a delicate and delicate face, but now, due to excessive blood loss, his face was completely pale.

"It's okay, just give me a few blood coagulation pills." The man in black took a breath and said.

"Don't be brave, you can't see the wound yourself, don't we know it yet?"

"Change my clothes, I want to return to the prince."

"You look like this now, let's talk to the prince if there is anything."

"quick!"

The three who helped the man in black bandage looked at each other, and finally helped the man in black clean up his wound carefully, then changed him into clean clothes.

"Wen Rui, don't be brave."

"My lord doesn't want you to play with your life."

Wen Rui, who had already changed into a maroon robe, nodded lightly when he heard the words, and walked straight out of the courtyard.

Not long after, he had already arrived at King Linzi's study, and let the attendants who were waiting outside the door come in to announce. After getting permission to go in, Wen Rui straightened his clothes, straightened his back subconsciously, and eased his expression.

In the study room, the King of Linzi stood in front of the desk, holding the handsome Young Master Jinghong in his arms, his hand was on Young Master Jinghong's, the two of them held a pen, and wrote with the pen.The pose is intimate.

Wen Rui came in, knelt down respectfully, and shouted: "See the prince."

The king of Linzi didn't even raise his eyes, he just smiled and said to Mr. Jinghong: "Jinghong's writing is more and more elegant and refined, even Gu Zhen can't match it."

Liu Jinghong was not condescending when he heard this, he just said: "If the prince likes it, practice it often for a long time, naturally you can get this good calligraphy."

The King of Linzi smiled, gnawed the back of Liu Jinghong's neck, and said with a smile, "Gu only likes to put ink on Jinghong's body, so what should I do?"

Liu Jinghong caught a glimpse of Wen Rui who was kneeling not far away from the corner of his eye, he somewhat rejected King Linzi's intimacy, pushed King Linzi, and said: "Since the lord has business to discuss with the guard Wen, I will step down first. "After all, regardless of whether the king of Linzi agreed or not, he pushed the king of Linzi away and walked out.

Wen Rui thought Liu Jinghong was arrogant, contemptuous and annoying.After being favored, Wen Rui's pampered and coquettish attitude made it even harder for Wen Rui to have a good impression.He couldn't figure out why the lord liked Liu Jinghong. In terms of appearance, Lord Heng Lian was not bad, and in terms of character and temper, Lord Heng Lian was far behind Liu Jinghong.

The King of Linzi watched Liu Jinghong leave with a smile, then looked at the writing on the table again, and ordered the servant boy waiting at the side to put it away.

After retreating from the crowd, his eyes fell on Wen Rui.

"How is it, what's the progress?"

"My lord, I just pretended to be an assassin to compete with Young Master Yanlang, and found that he is not only agile, but also has unimaginable martial arts. This subordinate has more than a hundred moves against him, and only cut off a corner of his clothes."

"Oh, so powerful?"

"My lord Mingjian, the weapon in the hands of Mr. Yanlang at that time was the bamboo he picked up from the ground."

When the king of Linzi heard this, his eyebrows twitched.

"This Yan Lang, I've never heard of him having such good martial arts before. Can you recognize his moves?"

Wen Rui was silent for a while, then frowned and shook his head: "Mr. Yanlang's kung fu is weird, and my subordinates have never seen such a sword technique using bamboo."

"So, do you think he is the thief who sneaked into the study a few days ago?"

"This subordinate dare not speak nonsense. However, after the trick, the subordinate found that the trick he used was completely different from the way the thief escaped that day. Thinking about it, although the little thief fled in the direction of Zhuxin courtyard, Mr. Yanlang was not a little kid." Thief himself"

The King of Linzi pondered for a moment and said, "Find someone who will watch over him carefully and report back every day."

"Yes."

"Go back."

"Subordinates retire."

Wen Rui exited the study respectfully, stood in front of the door, subconsciously touched the wound on his waist and abdomen, feeling uneasy in his heart.

I hope, this young master Yanlang is just a simple young master.

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After being slapped by the man in black and vomiting blood, Wu Lang casually cleaned up the messy bamboo forest, and hurried back to his room to change his clothes.

The man in black came so inexplicably, he didn't want to make it public.

After dinner, Wu Lang pretended to read a book, to be quiet and asked Mingyue to wait outside.In fact, it was his left shoulder that hurt so much that he couldn't even lift his hand, and couldn't cover it up, so he had to drive Mingyue away, and it was over.

At night, Wu Lang was in so much pain that he couldn't stand it, so he asked Mingyue to prepare water for him to take a bath, and specially ordered the water to be as hot as possible.

After Mingyue got ready one by one, Wu Lang asked him to rest.

Wu Lang straightened his hair, took off his clothes one by one, lowered his head, and saw the cyan palm print on his left shoulder at a glance. It was not swollen, but it was a heart-rending pain when he pressed it lightly.

Walk into the bathtub and sink down slowly. When the hot water soaks into the shoulder, there is a dense pain like needle pricks from the injured part.Wu Lang took the handkerchief and pressed it on the wound, rubbing it hard with pain.Fortunately, the bones should be fine.

The more pain Wu Lang felt, the more confused he was about the identity of the man in black.

Why would an assassin suddenly appear in the heavily guarded palace, and why would the assassin come after him.More importantly, why is the news of the assassin so well-informed? He just moved to Huanshuyuan today.

Could it be that they are from the palace?

Things become more confusing, and the more confusing, the more people's curiosity can be aroused.

Soon, Wu Lang, who had been obsessed with the martial arts novels of Mr. Jin since he was a child, couldn't help but have a big brain hole.

In fact, Yan Lang was originally a secret killer sent into the palace by a mysterious organization. As a male pet, he was ordered to sneak into the palace to steal a peerless treasure.Unexpectedly, Yan Lang fell in love with the King of Linzi and turned his back on the battlefield.The organization was furious, and sent killers to sneak into the palace to deal with the traitor Yan Lang, and threw his body into the well, pretending to commit suicide in love.Unexpectedly, he, Wu Lang, came here through time travel and was mistaken for Yan Lang who survived the catastrophe.The killer who was sent to kill Yan Lang heard the news and decided to come over to find out the truth, but he didn't expect to see that Yan Lang was indeed still alive, so he killed the killer!

The plot is just perfect!And this mysterious organization must be very powerful, and the killer who killed Yanlang must be awesome, otherwise, how could he treat the iron guards of the palace as nothing and come and go as if they were his own.

However, YY belongs to YY, it is expected that Yan Lang will not have such a tall and powerful past.

It was the man in black.Wu Lang sneered.But pray that it doesn't fall into his hands, otherwise, this guy will definitely have to try what is called the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.

In order to cover up his injury, Wu Lang lived more and more reclusively and rarely received guests.People who tried to make do with the wind and wanted to get close to him came to visit him, but they were also stopped outside the door.Although there are complaints, they dare not speak out.

However, as Wu Lang stayed in the Huanshu Courtyard, the days passed day by day, but the King of Linzi never stepped into the Huanshu Courtyard.The rumors started to fly unscrupulously again.

Outsiders all said that Yan Lang just moved from one cold palace to another cold palace.

Some people who were not happy to see Yan Lang ascend to heaven at the beginning were even more cynical at this time, secretly cursing Yan Lang as the fate of a cold son.

Wu Lang quietly recovered from his wounds in the Huanshu courtyard, and it was in his mind that King Linzi would not come.

After two weeks of eating and drinking in the Huanshuyuan, the shoulder injury slowly recovered, and I was finally able to use my arm freely.

The other sons alienated him, but Wu Lang didn't feel much.If someone came, he just wanted to see it, but if no one came, he would be happier, so he didn't need to spend too much time talking and saying something against his will.

But Mr. Heng Lian didn't seem to be disappointed with him.Take time to come over and have a cup of tea with him, and send him four servants by the way.He didn't have a name, so he said that he followed the new master, so he took the name given by the new master.

Wu Lang actually didn't want to pick up these four attendants. To put it lightly, he and Mingyue were used to living together, but he was not used to someone suddenly intervening.To put it more seriously, this is the eyeliner that Mr. Heng Lian planted around him, and if he accepts it, he is under the control of others.

But he had to.

Helpless, I had no choice but to accept it, and gave these four little servant boys four very popular names, Fuling, Chuanbei, Maidong, and Mubi.

Mingyue is happy to have a newcomer, he is too busy to clean the Huanshuyuan by himself every day, and now someone finally shares the burden, which is really great.

Wu Lang saw that these four servant boys were quick in their hands and feet, working hard and not talking too much, the pimple in his heart gradually disappeared.

I don't think he intends to cause any troubles in this palace, Mr. Heng Lian can monitor if he wants to.

Wu Lang didn't expect at this time that besides Lord Heng Lian, there was also King Linzi who he couldn't guess.

The king of Linzi has been listening to the surveillance notes from the secret guards in his study recently.

He was lying on the rocking chair, holding an unusually delicate hand stove in his arms, closing his eyes quietly, as if falling asleep.And the hidden guard beside him read in a rigid, emotionless tone:

On the eleventh day, Mr. Yanlang was planting bamboo.

On the twelfth, Mr. Yanlang met Mr. Lan Xiao at the same time, and Mr. Lan Xiao left after a quarter of an hour.Master Yanlang planted bamboo in the backyard after eating.

On the thirteenth, Mr. Yanlang was planting bamboo.

On the [-]th, Mr. Yanlang learned how to make a bamboo flute while planting bamboo, and made a simple bamboo flute on the spot.

On the [-]th, while Master Yanlang was planting bamboo, he ordered the servant boy to go outside the mansion and buy two bunches of candied haws.

On the sixteenth, Mr. Yanlang was planting bamboo.

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King Linzi suddenly opened his eyes, "Choose a day when he doesn't grow bamboo."

The dark guard was silent for a while, and replied: "My lord, during the surveillance period, Mr. Yanlang insisted on planting bamboo every day."

Now it was King Linzi's turn to be silent. After a while, he laughed again, "What a Yanlang, I want to see if you can grow this bamboo till it grows old."

"Go down, and report again if there is a situation."

"Yes." The dark guard responded, and disappeared into the study with a whoosh.

The king of Linzi caressed the stove in his arms carefully with his fingers, thinking of Yan Lang's words of begging for charcoal that shocked everyone during the flower appreciation meeting.Now that the yard has been moved, there is no shortage of charcoal.

It's not that he couldn't see Shen Heng's small movements, but he just turned a blind eye to them.

It's just that Yan Lang suddenly couldn't see through.

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