after i found out my new wife was a man

At this time, Qingquan Temple, the meditation room in the backyard.

The candle was dimly lit, and He Yaoqing looked at the secret letter that had just been handed over in his hand. He slowly squeezed the paper with his fingertips, almost breaking the paper, and the dancing flames shone into his pupils, making him shiver with secretiveness.

He really wanted to appreciate Xie Ling and his crumbling and helpless expression, but that was only in front of him—and just thinking about this person's appearance, in case he taught others to look at it, it would almost make him want to Couldn't hold back the violent urge.

The flame danced, reflecting his figure on the wall behind him, the shadow was flickering, the sandalwood fragrance in the meditation room was faintly visible, and his eyes were slightly lowered, his face was as cold as ice, and the hostility that came out of his body was almost condensed into substance. Go, look like a god like a devil.

The door of the room was knocked lightly, and He Yaoqing turned his head, only to see a slightly hunched figure walking in, and then bent down to salute: "My lord, everything is ready, the only thing I owe is 'Dongfeng'."

He Yaoqing nodded, paused, and asked again: "How much longer?"

The figure's voice was respectful: "It's only less than half an hour."

Time flies really fast, isn't it less than half an hour from tomorrow's zero o'clock?

He Yaoqing nodded slightly. Hearing the sound of the torrential rain, he turned his head and looked out of the window. From his perspective, the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion was in the distance.

He looked at it for a while, his eyes were so deep that it was hard to see clearly, and finally he lowered his eyes, suppressing all his emotions, and when he raised his eyes again, there was nothing left.

"Uncle Fang, tell Xuan Yi to check again, and there must be no mistakes in each ring."

"Yes." The figure should be, then turned around and walked out the door, his face was faintly illuminated by the arc of lightning, the face was full of ravines, and the eyes belonged to the old man alone, returning to the original after being tempered Calm, calm as if there is nothing, but it seems to contain thousands of things.

Fang Bo stepped over the threshold and waved to the seemingly empty courtyard. A figure jumped down from a towering linden tree in the courtyard. He explained in detail and watched the figure walk away with fists in their hands. , disappeared in a few moments.

Then he stood there for a while, as if he was thinking about something, and finally turned around but returned to the room.

Seeing him come back, He Yaoqing was a little surprised: "Is there anything else?"

"It's nothing." Fang Bo closed the door and said, "Your dose of medicine has increased again in the past few days. Why, is the condition serious again?"

As he was speaking, he turned around and saw that the man was playing with a carving knife in his left hand, so he paused, and he was slightly relieved when he saw that there was no blood on the carving knife.

He Yaoqing smiled lightly when he heard the words, and looked quite nonchalant: "It's just that the dose of the medicine that was reduced before was added back, it's not serious."

It may be because of the reason when he was young, he has always been difficult to control himself, since he took Fang Bo's calming medicine, he has improved a bit, as long as he pays attention to it on weekdays, and does not encounter any major events that can violently affect his mind, generally nothing will happen Too big a question.

But when I was in the palace in the past, even if I forced myself to calm down and added several times the amount of medicine, it was still like a drop in the bucket, especially every March [-]th, the emperor summoned as a routine... He Yaoqing held his thumb Pressing heavily on the back of the knife, let the sting force him not to think about it anymore.

But after leaving the palace, now that I think about it carefully, it seems that there is only one time, and even day by day, the daily dose of medicine is gradually reduced.

Thinking of that night, He Yaoqing lightened his movements, and thought of it logically, since then, the midnight dream always lingered around the clear wine fragrance.

He stroked the blade lightly, as if this was someone he had been thinking about for a long time, his movements were extremely gentle, but the depths of his eyes were so suffocated that almost hostility appeared.

The blade was sharp, no matter how lightly he moved, blood still gradually smeared out. He Yaoqing watched the blood flow over the blade and splash on the table along the back of the blade drop by drop.

I don't know what to think of, and then slowly smiled.

Fang Bo looked at the carving knife in his hand, sighed silently in his heart, and said, "The Lord has already decided that we will be tied to the same boat with the Xie family from now on, right?"

He Yaoqing paused, threw the carving knife aside, and casually wiped the blood on his hands with his sleeve, but he laughed and asked, "Who told you?"

Isn't it obvious enough by now?

Fang Bo looked at him, he could only sigh helplessly, and asked, "If it wasn't like this, what is the Lord doing now?"

"Of course it is for our 'resourceful' prince," He Yaoqing denied, "He is so stupid that he is 'sacrificing himself for others', and I have caught him. If he doesn't make use of it, wouldn't it be a waste of so many years of hard work? Strategy?"

But you have countless ways to achieve the same goal, but you only choose the one that is most unfavorable to you.

It is also the only one that can preserve the Xie family.

There was a bit of helplessness in Fang Bo's eyes. He took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice became very cautious: "Although everything has been arranged, if you want to regret it, there is still time."

He Yaoqing frowned slightly.

Fang Bo smiled softly: "The best way, you naturally know it clearly in your heart, I have already arranged another group of people, as long as you give an order now, they can definitely achieve better results."

He Yaoqing raised his head and looked over, his voice was as cold as ice: "Uncle Fang, you've overstepped."

"This subordinate is guilty," Fang Bo hurriedly bent down to confess, but he sighed again, "It's just that my lord, if you really do that, most of the manpower that the prince has arranged for many years will be lost. Have you really thought it through?"

He Yaoqing looked at the blood that had just dripped on the table, and spoke softly, but without the slightest hesitation: "I've always been very clear."

He paused, then said again: "It's fine if it's broken, can't I arrange it again?"

It took him so much effort and years to arrange that way, but now that he has abandoned it, it seems to be very light and easy.

Fang Bo didn't say any more, and replied: "Of order."

He Yaoqing knew that Fang Bo didn't actually disobey his intentions, but he still said: "This is the last time."

These words were a warning that he was arranging staff in private, and Fang Bo bowed deeply again and saluted, which should be done respectfully.

He Yaoqing closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, leaned on the back of the chair, and said, "Sit down."

Fang Bo smiled and sat down opposite him.

From now on, the relationship between him and Uncle Fang seems to be a master and a subordinate, but in fact it is very complicated. It can even be said... Without Uncle Fang, it might not be possible to have the current He Yaoqing.

At this moment, a bell rang. The sound was empty and distant. It sounded no different from the bells in the past, but it made He Yaoqing sit up violently as if he had been hit in the head, and turned to look at Uncle Fang.

The four eyes met, and they both saw some kind of tense seriousness in each other's eyes.

——It's zero o'clock.

He Yaoqing picked up the lamp, walked quickly to the standing bookshelf, stretched out his hand and pushed it, only to see that there was a secret door hidden in the meditation room.

As soon as the secret door was opened, there was a biting cold air rushing towards the face, and looking down, it was dark like an abyss, and the steep stairs went straight to the ground. The colder the more you went down.

I saw that there was actually a man-made ice room below.

Shi Kong had already been waiting below, holding a lamp in his hand, when he saw the visitor bend slightly, and said a Buddha's name.

The lamp in his hand was dimly lit, dimly illuminating the things beside him - the deep pool, which was exactly like the palace in the west corner of the palace, was radiating cold air, but there was a sword lying in the middle of the pool, and on the hilt was engraved, It is the word "Ningshuang"!

Accompanied by the sound of He Yaoqing's hurried footsteps, a red line gradually appeared on Ruoxue's sword that was clear in the pool, and then the red line spread like blood threads, quickly covering the entire sword body.

He Yaoqing directly stretched his arm into the cold pool, picked up the sword, and looked intently at

——The sword is covered with strange blood-colored lines, and in the middle of the lines, there are several clear small characters.

"Seven Bend Alley, Xingning Pawnshop."