Yunyue past events

The smell of blood was strong, and this smell made Zhao Ling seriously uncomfortable. He could smell the blood of Yue Qian, only the blood of Yue Qian would make his heart beat suddenly faster, giving him a sense of trembling and fear.

Zhao Ling looked terrified, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He saw a person tied to a tree in the place illuminated by the torch from behind the crowd who moved aside consciously.

At first, at the first glance, he didn't dare to recognize it, but at the second glance, Zhaoling's face was pale with pain as if someone had pinched his heart.

Zhao Ling stumbled and rushed to the tree, but couldn't bear to look at him, his feet went limp, and he squatted on the ground, at this moment, he saw the victim's blood dripping down his legs and gathered under his feet Small blood pool.

Realizing that it was blood from Yue Qian's body, Zhao Ling clenched his hands tightly, retching due to the pain.

The prince walked quickly to Zhaoling's side, trying to help him up.

Zhao Ling shook his head, and pushed his brother away.

After a while, Zhao Ling stood up by himself, and the blurred vision in front of his eyes became clear. He stared at the blood man bound on the tree, and then turned back to look at the prince's guard beside him. handle saber.

Zhao Ling held on to the long sword and pushed away the guards who didn't know his intentions and tried to stop him.

The guard was at a loss and looked at the prince. The prince's eyes signaled him not to stop.

Walking to Yue Qian's side, Zhao Ling swung his long sword and slashed at the tree trunk, cutting off the ropes that bound Yue Qian's body, leaving scars on the tree trunk.

The rope broke, and Yue Qian's body fell heavily, paralyzed on the ground, his head drooped, his limbs didn't respond, and his consciousness was no longer clear.

Patterns appeared on Yue Qian's shoulders and arms, with a faint light, and the patterns were disappearing.

"Dive more."

Zhao Ling pressed her knees on the pool of blood, and leaned towards his body, which lost her center of gravity, and hugged him vigorously, her voice trembling.

Originally ready to go to bed, Zhao Ling was wearing a white shirting robe, which was soon dyed red in the embrace of Yue Qian.

It was as if he wanted to transfer all the pain on Yue Qian's body to himself.

Zhao Ling stretched out her hand to try to touch Yue Qian's blood-stained face, to wake him up, her hand was still in mid-air, Yue Qian raised her head heavily, and replied: "En."

Whether he knew that he was in the arms of Gong Ziling, maybe he didn't know.

This response seemed to come from far away, weak and ethereal.

Zhaoling wanted to lift Yueqian up, but pulled Yueqian's arm with great difficulty, his movements became more and more flustered, more blood belonging to Yueqian was stained on his robe, and his emotions were on the verge of losing control.

The prince shouted loudly: "Ah Ling!"

Zhao Ling came back to his senses, let go of Yue Qian, raised his head, lost his mind, with tears on his face.

He had never seen him so sad before, the prince was disappointed, he hugged his younger brother and pressed his head on his shoulder.

Wei Huai and Zhaoling's other attendants had long wanted to go over to help, but were frightened by Gongzi Ling's appearance, so they hurried forward to check Yueqian, and helped him to the side for treatment.

Not to mention Gongziling's entourage, even the prince's servants are also frightened at the moment. The prince Biedi's housekeeper sees that the situation is not good, and he is a person who knows how to judge the situation and has his own opinions.

A large part of the blood on Yue Qian's body was transferred to Zhao Ling's body, and even Zhao Ling's face was stained with blood in several spots.

The prince couldn't bear it, wiped off the blood on his younger brother's face, and sighed: "Ah Ling, he doesn't deserve your sorrow."

In the eyes of the prince, Yue Qian has no nostalgia for what Zhaoling has given, let alone a trace of gratitude.

The prince said again: "He deliberately got drunk, broke into the west courtyard, and hijacked Meiji. What did he do, Ah Ling, you should understand."

Zhao Ling said quietly: "I understand."

How could he not understand, but he didn't expect Yue Qian to be so decisive, in this way.

The lake wind whimpered, and it was dark under the bloody big tree where Zhaoling and the prince stood. Almost all the torches were gathered on a flat high ground by the lake, and they lay there submerged. Huai is stopping the bleeding and bandaging him.

The prince acquiesced, and it was impossible to stop him at this time.

Yue Qian closed his eyes tightly and lost consciousness. All the clothes on his body were stripped off, and the welt marks on his body were shocking, making people unable to bear to look directly at them.

Even if you look at it, you will tremble with pain.

"Don't look!" Zhaorui didn't know when he appeared by the lake, he stood outside the crowd, and when he saw Zhaoling approaching, he immediately pulled him back.Zhaorui hates seeing people suffer the most, so he dares not watch it. It is better not to watch it well, so as not to leave a psychological shadow.

Pulling away Zhaorui's arm, Zhaoling refused to listen.

He should look carefully, the twenty welts on Yue Qian's body, the cracked and bloody gashes are all cruel appeals.

During the whole treatment process, Zhaoling didn't blink an eye, nor shed a single tear, he was completely numb.

Yue Qian woke up for a moment because of the severe pain, and the painful eyes, like a knife, pierced Zhao Ling's heart hard.

The imperial husband Wei Huai called out, "My lord?"

Zhao Ling was in a trance, raised his eyes, and saw a four-horse carriage parked in front of him, and two attendants were carrying Yueqian into the carriage.

Wei Huai reminded: "Young master said that he would take Yue Shi back, and I have already prepared the car."

Zhaoling said: "Okay."

He boarded the carriage and sat in the carriage to bid farewell to the crown prince and Zhaorui. The three brothers did not speak but only looked at each other.

"drive!"

The carriage galloped away in the middle of the night, carrying away Young Master Ling and all his followers.

Zhaorui watched Zhaoling go away with his entourage, feeling uneasy and at the same time incredulous. He just realized that there was a special relationship between the seventh brother and his entourage.

No wonder, I always thought it was weird before.

He was going to sleep, but who knew that such a thing happened, it was already midnight, Zhaorui could hardly keep his eyelids open.

Zhaorui persuaded: "Eighth brother is sensible, so he shouldn't blame elder brother."

After all, Yue Shi did break into the west courtyard privately and insulted the crown prince's Meiji. Whether he did it intentionally or not, he deserved twenty lashes.

The prince said: "He will not blame me, but the seventh brother is not afraid of my blame?"

It was you who tipped the whistle.

Zhaorui paled in panic, stammering: "Brother... I, I..."

At that time, he didn't know that the relationship between Zhao Ling and Yue Shi was so shocking? He just felt that Yue Shi was well-behaved, and the scene of the guard whipping people was too bloody, so he went to report the news.

The prince looked tired and said, "You are sleepy too, go back to sleep."

Zhaorui left, and gradually only a few people remained by the lake.

Under the big tree, the pool of blood left by Yue Qian was being shoveled away by a servant, and another servant was scrubbing the blood on the tree trunk.

It's okay to let it go, it will be washed away after heavy rain, but the prince doesn't like blood stains, and he is not a person who likes to use punishment on weekdays.

In addition to the two servants by the lake, there are the prince and his retainer Wei Ping.

Wei Ping is staying next to the west courtyard tonight, he was the first to hear the noise when the maid called for someone, and he can see clearly what happened tonight.

The prince asked: "When he was unconscious, patterns appeared on his shoulders and arms, did you see them clearly?"

Wei Ping replied respectfully: "Yes, I can see it clearly, it looks like a snake pattern."

"Although Yunyue people have tattoos on the left side, the patterns on his shoulders and arms don't look like tattoos." The crown prince faced the great lake, and the night wind blew his robes.

"There is a record in "Book of Yiyue": King Qing and the Guan family fought for the king, fought in Cangyi Mountain, and lost two of the three battles. King Qing's robes were full of blood, his clothes were stripped and his chest was bare, and he was holding a yellow axe, with patterns on his shoulders and arms. " Wei Ping recited a passage from "Yiyue Shu", which he really memorized.

Wei Ping said: "This is the pattern on the shoulders and arms, the Yue people call it the Qingwang pattern, and regard it as a sign of the king."

"A sign of being a king..."

The prince pondered for a long time, scanning the quiet lake, in a trance, as if he heard the sound of the wind whistling from the forest by the lake, he said leisurely: "All the kings of Yunyue in the past claimed to be the reincarnation of King Qing, fooling the ignorant people. There will be such a vision."

The carriage was galloping, the lanterns in front of the carriage shook, the body of the carriage was bumped, and the night wind from the outskirts of the city was whistling in my ears.

Zhao Ling sat blankly with his back against the carriage, his hands spread out, his fingers were stained with blood, and the white robe he was wearing was even more dirty.

He stared straight at Yue Qian who was lying beside him, but the other party was still unconscious and silent.

Zhaoling always pays attention to her appearance, but at this time she is still wearing the thin robe she wore before going to bed. The clothes have not been changed, her hands have been washed, and her hair is disheveled.

A gorgeous wind robe was draped over Yue Qian's body, it was Zhao Ling's wind robe, and the body covered by the robe was wrapped with layers of blood-stained cloth strips.

Before Yue Qian was carried into the carriage, the wound had already been treated and bandaged.

We should be thankful that the prince's bed has anti-bleeding medicine, otherwise, it is late at night in the suburbs, where can I find a pharmacist.

Yue Qian's sharp-edged face was covered with blood, his eyes were closed tightly, and his hair was disheveled. He looked as if he was asleep, with his chest heaving and his lips and nose breathing.

The roads on the outskirts of the city are not as smooth as the roads in the city. The small road from the eastern suburbs to the southern suburbs is full of potholes. The car body bumped again, and Zhao Ling's body swayed accordingly, throwing herself on Yueqian.

Laying down, Zhaoling protected Yueqian to prevent him from bumping into the wound. At this moment, Zhaoling found that Yueqian's eyes had been opened. The eyes were bloodshot and clear. He woke up.

The two stared at each other, speechless.

In the past, I felt that as long as I was close enough, I could always see through him as long as I paid more attention to him. At this time, there was bottomless depth in his dark pupils.

The night before, Zhaoling was lying in Yueqian's bedroom in the side room, disregarding his status, regardless of the location, and having fun with him, how lingering was that time.

At that time, I didn't even know what the person next to my pillow was thinking, let alone that he had already made a choice.

"How dare you..."

Seeing Yue Qian tied to a tree, covered in wounds and bloody, Zhao Ling's heart was broken at that moment.What happened that night was a nightmare that Zhao Ling had never experienced.

Raising his blood-stained hand, he slapped Yue Qian's face, Zhao Ling lost control of his emotions and slapped Yue Qian hard and hard.

"How dare you do this!"

Zhao Ling raised his arm again, puzzled and wanted to slap him again, but at this moment, Yue Qian suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Yue Qian gritted his teeth and got up, his face was already stained with black blood, now he added a bright red nail scratch.

When Zhao Ling slapped Yueqian, she broke the nail of her little finger. It is conceivable how excited she was.

The nail of the little finger snapped off, and Zhao Ling didn't even notice the pain coming from the fingertip, but Yue Qian saw it.

Vigorously breaking free from Yue Qian's shackles, Zhao Ling rushed forward and punched Yue Qian's face.

He is not good at fighting, and he has never beaten anyone before.

The knuckles of the violent hand were broken, and the little finger was bleeding.

Yue Qian stopped Zhao Ling and suppressed him, his actions made him almost faint from the pain of pulling the whip, sweating like beans, and his face was ashen.

The carriage left the small road and drove on a flat road without any bumps anymore. He leaned closer to the carriage. He lost blood and suffered from pain, and his consciousness was confused, but he still clasped Zhao Ling's wrist with his hand, and the other hand Behind Zhaoling.

Zhao Ling had already calmed down. He distanced himself from Yue Qian, sat on the other side of the car, put his injured hand on his thigh, lowered his head, and remained silent.

The carriage traveled along a straight road to Zhaoling's Bedi in the southern suburb of the city, and the distance was constantly shortening.

Yue Qian sat quietly, looking at Zhao Ling who was close at hand, sitting in the same carriage, but seemed far away, his eyes fell on the injured hand of the other party.

Zhao Ling looked out the window at the night, with the cold wind blowing on his face, he no longer tried to be rational, and his heart was empty.

"You want to be exiled with your people, I allow you." Zhao Ling's voice was not loud, very calm, without any emotion.

Yue Qian said nothing, just raised his head.

The hand that couldn't let go finally let go.

Zhao Ling fisted her injured hand, glanced sideways at the bruise on Yue Qian's cheek, and punched herself.

It seems that I feel very tired, I just want to go back and have a good sleep, no matter what, this night is too long, so twists and turns, but the sky is still dark.

The carriage arrived at Zhaoling's Biedi in the southern suburbs, and the carriage stopped steadily. Zhaoling looked away from the window and saw Yueqian leaning sideways on the carriage, still maintaining a sitting posture and keeping his eyes open.

Zhao Ling got out of the car alone and walked towards Biedi alone. It was early in the morning, and he was shivering from the cold. Only then did he realize that he was always wearing a thin robe that he wore when he fell asleep.

The white shirt, stained with blood, and loose hair, he thought to himself, looked like a ghost.

How can there be a proud prince of a country.

Biedi's servants who stayed behind hurried out to greet him, and they were shocked when they saw Gongzi Ling's appearance, not to mention that behind Gongzi Ling, there was Yue Shi, who was seriously injured and unable to move, and was supported by others.

The author has something to say: Director: Actually, I want to hit him too.

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