Yunyue past events

Going to sleep with clothes on,? When I woke up in the morning, I noticed that the brocade robe was seriously damaged and stained with blood. Although I was relatively insensitive to pain, I couldn't ignore the large bloodstains.

He took off his robe and dived deeper to examine the wound. There were five or six stab wounds. Some of these wounds were shallow and some were deep. But they were all flesh wounds.

After one night, the bleeding has stopped.

Wipe away the dried blood on his chest with a wet wipe, and change into clean clothes.

The blood-stained brocade robe was folded and placed beside the bed. The long halberd left several holes in it, which could no longer be sewn.

What was changed was a cloth robe, which looked shabby in terms of the status of Gongzi Ling's attendant.

Yue Qian tidied up his robe, fastened his belt, and put the sword on his waist.

When living in Nanqili, Yueqian lived a simple life and used simple utensils, and only cloth robes were in his suitcase.

After staying overnight in Nanqili, it's time to go back.

Walking out of the house, I came to the courtyard, where Chang's father's clothes were hanging to dry, and there were a few chirping chickens under the clothesline.

Chang's father raises chickens in the yard, the chicken coop is in the backyard, and there is a small vegetable patch in the backyard.

The chickens raised have not yet grown up, and the sunflowers planted have not yet grown enough to be picked, and the owner who served them is no longer there.

Yueqian drove away from home and passed the inner gate of Nanqili. He looked up at the towering inner gate and the blue sky.

He recalled the scene at dusk yesterday, the sky was like a fire, the soldiers' spears were like a forest, several bound Yue people squatted on the ground together, and Chang Fu was among them.

At this time, the inner door was empty, and he was the only one with a car.

After driving away from Nanqili, leaving Limen far behind, the carriage drove into a quiet forest, and Yue Qian's figure disappeared in the forest.

Returning to the mansion of Young Master Ling in the south of the city, as soon as the carriage was parked, he heard the voice of the servant running back to the yard to inform the head of the house.The housekeeper came out in a hurry and said anxiously: "The servant Yue is back!"

Yue Qian got out of the car and asked, "I'm staying out overnight, what's the matter?"

"Master asked Yueshi early in the morning if he was back, and just now he asked the old slave, and the old slave was also impatient. There is a lot of chaos outside recently, so try not to go out. Yueshi quickly enter the house, and report to the son that he is safe!" The housekeeper grabbed Yue Qian's arm, leading the person into the house, as if afraid that he would run away.

Not to mention that the Yue people were being hunted everywhere, the Yue servant might be taken away by the soldiers, even if there was no such thing as a search for the Yue people, the housekeeper felt that the Yue servant was in danger.

The prince is a decisive and ruthless person, so it is not difficult for Yue Shi to expose the dead body to the side of the road, or to die silently.

Dragging the man into the yard, the housekeeper let go of Yue Qian's arm, only to notice that he was wearing a cloth robe worn by ordinary people. He was surprised, but he didn't say anything.

In the past, Yue Shi was always meticulous, but today he didn't know what was going on, he was dressed in an inappropriate way.

The more he sneaked into the main courtyard, the courtyard was lush and quiet in summer. He walked along the stone path and saw a figure standing under the plane tree, which was Gongzi Ling.

On the tree are elegant sycamore flowers, and under the tree is a slender boy in a simple and elegant robe.

There is no need to go to court today, and the weather is hot. Gong Ziling's clothes are simple and light, and he doesn't wear a crown on his head. He looks like a very ordinary noble boy.

Rather than a distinguished and unattainable son of a country.

His face is so youthful, his life has just begun, and the days to come are long.

He should have changed his clothes and tidied up his clothes, but it was unnecessary at this time, as Young Master Ling was looking at him.Yue Qian walked straight towards the sycamore tree. As he walked, he took off the sultry hair crown and held it in his hand.

The courtyard wind brushes the face, blows away the sweat on the forehead, messes up the hair, and brings a little bit of coolness.

Facing someone in high position, the behavior of picking up the crown was obviously rude, but at this moment, there was an illusion like a heavy burden was lifted.

Seeing Yue Qian's figure appearing and walking towards the plane tree, Zhao Ling sat down on the mat, put one hand on the short table beside him, and waited quietly.

The person in front is getting closer and closer, passing through the flowerbed and green bamboos. He is holding a hair crown in his hand, the black tassel is hanging down, the bun on his head is a bit messy, and the hair is fluttering in the wind. From Zhaoling's point of view, the ocher cloth gown was very crude.

When the person walked under the tree, Zhao Ling saw the sweat on his forehead, and the tiredness and dejection on his face.

Zhaoling ordered: "Come here."

Like an obedient attendant, Yue Qian bent his knees and knelt in front of Zhao Ling with one foot, so that the sitting Gongzi Ling could look at him at the same level.Zhaoling stretched out a hand to straighten the messy hair on the sideburns, and murmured, "How did you make yourself look like this?"

The hair must have not been combed this morning, not to mention the hair, the face has not been washed, and there is a stain on the chin that looks like blood.

Zhaoling ordered the maid: "Bring a scarf."

Soon, the maid handed over a half-wet silk scarf, Zhao Ling took the silk scarf, wiped the sweat from Yue Qian's forehead, and wiped off the stain on his chin.

Although the movements are clumsy, they are meticulous.

Yue Qian knelt down motionless, staring straight at Zhao Ling, his heart could not have been touched.

Picking up the silk scarf and taking a look, the dried stains faded away, the dark red color was obviously blood, Zhao Ling's heart couldn't help but clenched, the silk scarf was crumpled into a ball by him and held in his hand.

Raising his head again, Zhao Ling's eyes fell on Yue Qian's collar, as if he saw something, and ordered: "Take off the cloth robe."

There are quite a few officials' bedi in Southern Qi, and naturally there are also servants. The range of soldiers' hunting has spread to the outskirts of the city.Yesterday evening, Yueqian went back to Nanqili to visit Chang's father, something must have happened.

In the past, when Yue Qian was silent, Zhao Ling had no way of knowing his inner feelings, but now it is different.

Now, their relationship is extremely close, Zhao Ling knows what the other is thinking, and the more she hides in front of him, the more frank she is.

Yue Qian didn't move, he was secretly surprised, Gong Ziling was really observant.

Seeing that he refused to obey, Zhao Ling became more and more sure of her guess, so she stretched out her hand to pull the collar of the other party, and said angrily, "I'll let you take it off!"

The maid noticed that the atmosphere was not right and looked at them nervously.

Zhao Ling's hand, which was gripping the collar tightly, was held by the other party, and then gently pulled away. Yue Qian had no choice but to take off his clothes and expose the stab wound on his body.

The stab wounds were all gathered on the chest, some deep and some shallow, a total of six places, the wounds basically stopped bleeding, only one or two places had a small amount of blood due to the friction of clothes.No medicine was applied, no bandage was done, and the skin and flesh could be seen on the deep wound.

"You..." Zhao Ling guessed that he was wounded, but he didn't expect it to be such a wound.

It was like being stabbed by several daggers, the only luck was that the stabbing was not heavy, it was a flesh wound.

No wonder he changed the brocade robe and came back wearing a cloth robe. It can be imagined that the brocade robe was torn and covered with blood.

The two maids were dismissed and went to the treasury to get the medicine. There are many people in the mansion, and the mansion has medicines.

Under the sycamore tree, Yueqian's cloth robe was placed on the short table, revealing his strong upper body and the wounds on his body.

Zhao Ling checked the wound, and asked calmly, "Where is Father Chang?"

He went to Nanqili to visit Chang's father. He was fine when he went, but he came back with injuries. It's not difficult to guess why he was injured.Zhaoling not only knows that Chang's father was once a Yue slave in Yuanyuanli, but also knows that he is Yueqian's adoptive father.

Yue Qian replied truthfully: "The man has been taken away by the soldiers."

Zhao Ling was not surprised to hear that the person had been taken away.

Soldiers were searching for Yueren on the outskirts of the city, and they would obviously go to Nanqili, but Father Chang did not escape.

Zhaoling asked, "When did it happen?"

Yue sneaked back: "Yesterday evening."

The wounds on his body were obviously also yesterday's wounds. One can imagine that several soldiers aimed their halberds at Yue Qian's chest, and the sharp blade pierced through the brocade robe and pierced into the flesh. The chest wounds were probably formed in this way.

Zhao Ling bowed her head in silence, thinking and weighing.

When he raised his head, he had obviously made up his mind, and said, "Most of them were detained at the suburban wharf. They were only taken away yesterday, and they must still be there this morning."

Looking down at his attire again, he thought to himself: If you want to ask someone at Chengnan Pier, you have to change your clothes.

The casually dressed Gong Ziling has a youthful air, which was often concealed by the heavy and solemn dresses in the past.

Yue Qian realized what Gong Ziling wanted to do, but didn't answer.

Seeing that Yue Qian didn't respond, Zhao Ling was puzzled and called out, "Yue Qian?"

Arms resting on the thighs, looking up at the flowers and fruits above, the sunlight passing through the leaves is so bright that people can't open their eyes, Yue Qian's voice is not loud: "He wants to go back to Yunyue."

I want to go back, go back to Yunyue's old place, even if I am a slave.

Zhaoling only met Chang's father once, so he was not familiar with this person, but he was familiar with Yueqian.

Feeling restless in his heart, Zhao Ling cast a glance at Yue Qian, his lips fluttered, there was no sound, he hesitated to speak.

What about you?

Do you want to go back even as a slave?

The maids brought the medicine and powder, and tore the white silk to make strips of cloth. They were ingenious and quick to bandage up Yue's latent wound.

Yue Qian put the cloth robe back on his body, he was not used to showing his upper body in front of women, so he pulled up the collar and tied the belt.

Once the skirt was covered, the wound on his body seemed to disappear.

At noon, there was no one under the plane tree, Zhao Ling rode in the carriage of imperial husband Wei Huai, and an eunuch from the palace followed beside the carriage.

Mrs. Xu Ji sent the eunuch to ask her son to enter the palace immediately, obviously there was something urgent.

Yue Qian and a group of servants stood at the gate to see him off, but he was not among the accompanying entourage.

Zhao Ling was wearing a formal dress, sitting on the carriage, watching Yue Qian condescendingly, and Yue Qian had also changed into his servant's clothes, bowing and saluting like other servants, without any emotion on his face.

Zhao Ling looked away from Yue Qian, looked at the imperial husband who was waiting in full force, and said, "Let's go."

The carriage quickly left sight and hurried on the road.

During this period of time, Zhaoling had to worry about a lot of things, because he opposed the exile of Yue people and disobeyed the orders of the monarch, so he was often slandered.

In Zhaoling's view, personal affairs are not as important as the exile of Yue people from the capital by the monarch; The struggle of the Ji faction is even more imminent.

He often follows Zhao Ling, and Yue Qian knows his every move like the back of his hand.

It is precisely because I see it so clearly that I am so decisive.

At night, Zhao Ling's servant returned from outside, and the owner's carriage stopped at the gate of the courtyard. There were bursts of noises immediately from the mansion, and the previously extinguished lights in the front yard were turned on again.

Yue Qian took off his clothes and just got out of bed when he heard noises from outside. He guessed that it was Young Master Ling who had returned.

It was already Sishi, most people in the mansion had already fallen asleep, and they woke up one after another because of the return of the master, and the conversation in the neighboring courtyard continued.

After a while, the outside calmed down a little, the sound of footsteps came from the main courtyard, it was the entourage holding up the lights, and the son Ling returning to the house.

Yueqian's bedroom was dark, he lay on the bed, recognized the sound of footsteps, and also saw a ball of fire outside the window, moving towards Gongziling's bedroom.

It was already late at night, and it was rare to see Gong Ziling returning home so late.

The fire outside the window disappeared, and the sound of footsteps also disappeared, the main courtyard returned to silence, and gradually, even the other courtyards fell into silence.

The more he hid in the dark and opened his eyes, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

On summer nights, the cicadas in the courtyard keep chirping. Listening to the cicadas, I am afraid that I will have to keep my eyes open all night until dawn.

Quietly listen to the cicadas, there seems to be a rustling sound in the cicadas, some distance away, it is not real, like the sound of the wind blowing the dead leaves on the ground.

Listen carefully, it is not the sound of the wind, but the sound of footsteps.

When he recognized whose footsteps it was, Yue Qian immediately sat up from the bed, greatly surprised.

The sound of footsteps had come to the side room, outside the room where Yue Qian stayed, and across the door, he stood silently outside the door.

Zhao Ling was wearing a light and loose robe, walking on the winding path, and he was facing the side room where the servant Yue lived.

The night wind blew his robe and his loose long hair. His figure was slender and elegant.

This was an outrageous thing. In the middle of the night, the owner of the mansion walked through the courtyard and came to the side room where the servants lived.

Standing outside Yueqian's door, Zhao Ling didn't go forward to knock on the door, nor turned around to leave.

As the son of Rong Guo, Zhao Ling has a pride endowed by his status.

The night wind was icy and chilly, Yueqian had obviously fallen asleep, the room was pitch black and there was no sound at all.Zhao Ling turned around, intending to turn back, but at this moment, he heard the sound of the door opening.

There is no light, only a tall figure opening the door is vaguely seen, and it is all too familiar, it is Yuedi.

After confirming who is the person standing outside the door, Yue subtly called out: "Master?"

How can you not be surprised, this is the first time Zhaoling has come to Yueqian's bedroom in the side room.

Standing at the door, uncomfortable being watched by the other party, Zhao Ling said in a cold voice, "I can't sleep."

The night wind ruffled his long hair and clothes, and he seemed to be barefoot, apparently just got off the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

It turned out that they were all the same.

"Yue Qian, you can either carry me in or send me back." Zhao Ling picked up his clothes that were blown by the wind, raised his chin, and spoke contemptuously.

Yue Qian stepped forward and hugged the opponent by the waist without any effort, his hands were really strong.

Zhao Ling put her arms around Yueqian's neck, contentedly pressed her face against his chest, listening to the orderly beating of his heartbeat.

Yue Qian's body was very warm, exuding heat, Zhao Ling's skin was cold, and the summer night wind was cool, and the night wind took away the heat from his body.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-16?18:08:03~2021-07-18?23:56:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 white jade bitter gourd;

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