A traitor

Mei Liusheng was stabbed and his injuries were quite serious. Because he was afraid of alarming Yu Huaizhong and revealing Meng Shuyao's identity, he didn't even call for a doctor.

After they subdued Meng Shuyao, they imprisoned them in Su Qinglang's room. Cheng Ying avoided the servants in the mansion and went out to look for wound medicine, while Mei Liusheng and Su Qinglang returned to their own room.

It was getting late, and we were walking on a trail, so we didn't meet anyone on the road.

Su Qinglang helped Mei Liusheng to the table in the room, and sat down next to him. After a moment of silence, Chi asked, "You...why?"

Mei Liusheng raised his head, only to see Su Qinglang lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him, paused, and replied: "Brother Su promises me three conditions, and I will save your life, this is an agreement."

Su Qinglang looked at him when he heard the words, and said angrily: "What I said doesn't count, which one has an agreement with you, let's talk..."

Thinking of Mei Liusheng's teasing of him just now, Su Qinglang was very angry, with a sullen face, with an expression filled with righteous indignation: "I am the superior, and you are the subordinate, it is only natural for you to save me!"

He put on an invincible posture, staring at Mei Liusheng, the light in his eyes was bright and watery, clearly showing anger, but it was like the youngest daughter in a boudoir who was at odds with others and acted like a spoiled child.

Moreover, Mrs. Su is already good-looking, but now with this seemingly outrageous cute expression, she is even more charming than ordinary women.

Mei Liusheng looked at him and suddenly laughed: "Okay, just take it as a matter of course for me to save you, but for the sake of my injury now, can't Brother Su treat me a little better?"

Seeing the bright smile on his face, Su Qinglang was taken aback, then turned his head and asked sullenly, "How much is a little bit?"

Mei Liusheng still had a gentle smile on his lips, and lazily hummed, enduring his injuries, and leaned closer to him: "Anyway, just agree to my conditions first."

Su Qinglang didn't answer, but he didn't refuse either. It was regarded as acquiescing to the matter, and the room fell into silence.

After a long time, Mei Liusheng said: "Qing...Qinglang, can I call you that?"

Cautiously probing, it seemed like a request, Su Qinglang turned to look at him, a puzzled look flashed between his eyebrows.

Then Mei Liusheng smiled helplessly, and continued: "Earlier, Brother Sun called you that way, and that Mr. Qin, I think he is someone who is close to Brother Su, what he calls you...I always feel like this Brother Su called you, it’s a little distant, but you and I haven’t known each other for a long time, I don’t know if I have the qualifications now..."

Su Qinglang looked at him for a moment, and said: "Zizhong and Qin Huan are my classmates in the Imperial College, we were called by that at that time, and we are used to it, if Brother Mei is willing, of course you can."

Seeing his promise, Mei Liusheng spread out his handsome face, and said again: "I always thought that your name sounds nice and has a good meaning, clear and bright, just like you."

Hearing his approval, Su Qinglang was not humble either, she raised her lips and said with a smile: "Naturally, it is said that when I was born, it was in Yin time, and my life was short of water, my father invited half of the imperial court. Two civil servants gathered together and discussed for a long time before deciding on the name. Qin Huan was even more exaggerated. It seemed that when he was born, his mother had a difficult delivery and suffered some twists and turns. Master Qin was afraid that his fate would not be smooth in the future, so he asked the eminent monk to fast On September 81, the long historians were allowed to look through the classics and take down the current name."

Mei Liusheng still has some impressions of these things, the young master of Qin Xiangye's family needless to say, Su Qinglang, because his father was old and had a son, and since young master Su was born, he was carved with exquisite jade. Because of his good looks, Su Zheshan has always held him in his palm like a treasure.

It's just that he didn't expect that until now, Su Qinglang would still mention Qin Huan's name without hesitation.

He turned his head away, and said flatly: "That Young Master Qin has treated you very well."

Su Qinglang was taken aback, then murmured vaguely, and replied: "Qin...we used to be classmates, and we have been friends for many years, we should."

Mei Liusheng wanted to say something else, but seeing Su Qinglang's expression, he couldn't say it in the end.

He fell silent, and the two of them sat dryly, surrounded by silence, only the burning candle on the table beeping and beeping.

After a long time, there were footsteps outside the door, and the two looked up at the same time, only to see Chengying appearing there, holding healing things in his hands.

Cheng Ying walked into the room, bowed her head to Mei Liusheng, and was about to bandage her son, but Su Qinglang said first: "Let me do it..."

Looking at Mei Liusheng, he paused for a moment, then said: "Brother Mei was injured because of me, I should be responsible, if I don't do something, I will feel bad in the end."

Mei Liusheng hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed with a smile: "Okay..."

He glanced at Chengying, and Chengying immediately understood and stepped back.After a while, a pot of hot water came.

Putting the wooden basin on the table, he bowed his head to Mei Liusheng again, turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him before leaving.

"Today's matter, Cheng Ying was too reckless, I'm sorry..." Mei Liusheng said slowly.

Su Qinglang was arranging the wound medicine brought by Cheng Ying, and looked at him when he heard the words, and said, "He also has good intentions, and wants to catch the assassin to protect you, why should Brother Mei apologize?"

After hearing this, Mei Liusheng stopped talking. After all, he understood that what Su Qinglang said was to give him a step down, and he didn't want the atmosphere between them to become awkward.

Given the situation at the time, it was impossible for Meng Shuyao to hurt him, but Cheng Ying's reckless attack was obviously intended to put Su Qinglang to death.

To let Su Qinglang die, Pei Yan had suggested to him a long time ago, and there was even one time, when the imperial concubine sent assassins to chase him down, they didn't have to do anything, they could borrow Wan Yuzhen's The knife put Su Qinglang to death.However, in that situation, he still went against the plan and chose to save.

Why did he do this? Regarding this question, he could make up countless answers, but he still couldn't deceive his heart.

He didn't want Su Qinglang to die. From the time Su Qinglang was lying in front of him covered in blood, from the time Su Qinglang said to him, "It's a good thing I didn't kill you", he had already realized that Su Qinglang would not let Su Qinglang die. What a terrible thing to die in front of one's own eyes.

Everyone said that Su Qinglang was a traitor, everyone said he was a villain, but he never did anything wrong to him.All this time, he was just using Su Qinglang.

But whenever the goal is achieved, what he feels is not the joy after the calculation succeeds, but a kind of heaviness, a heaviness that betrays the friendship between them. Su Qinglang trusts him so much, and has no reservations about him .

But from the very beginning, even from the moment they met, he treated Su Qinglang every step of the way, with no good intentions...

He did become a little strange. He always thought that a person who only cares about moving forward by whatever means has feelings for a chess piece...

Su Qinglang stood up. Since Mei Liusheng's wound was on his back shoulder and was a head taller than him, he could only bend over, stretch out his hand, and widen his outer robe, and then tore open the long gown inside. , You can't see blood on the black robe, but you can feel the stiffness of the blood after freezing, and the thick blood in the air.

Su Qinglang frowned, took off his clothes to his arms, then turned around and walked behind him, only to see shocking blood stains on the snow-white skin.

He regained his composure, wrung out the long towel in the water basin, and wiped it gently around the wound. Guo Shuyao's knife was fast and firm, almost covering half the length of the dagger, and then pulled out abruptly. There was blurred flesh and blood on the wound. He had been injured before and knew how painful such an injury was, and Mei Liusheng bore this knife on his behalf.

He frowned, and countless lights and shadows flashed in front of his eyes. At a certain crowded street, someone raised a long knife, and there was a muffled sound, and bright red blood spurted out like a waterfall.

One after another, until the blood flooded the long street, until the execution ground was filled with corpses. Those people were his friends, relatives, and the people he loved the most in this life...

He didn't want to look, didn't dare to look, but could only watch without moving.Not even a single tear can flow.

A soft sobbing sound came from next to her ear, and Mei Liusheng turned her head subconsciously, only to see Su Qinglang looking at her back, her face was pale, and her tears were like pear blossoms with rain.

He was startled for a moment, then collected himself, and said softly to Su Qinglang, "Let's call Chengying..."

Su Qinglang looked at him, smiled, and he wiped away his tears with his hand, trying to pull himself together: "It's okay, it will be fine soon."

After looking at him for a while, Mei Liusheng finally withdrew his gaze and sat obediently, feeling Su Qinglang's soft touch on his back. He was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Qinglang, since you don't want to look, why bother?" Own?"

Su Qinglang paused his hand, then continued to wipe his wound, and said lightly: "I don't want to owe anyone, what I said, what I promised, I must do it, besides..."

He paused, and his tone was a little confused: "There are some things that I have to face, that is, to escape, how long can I escape? Painful sobriety is better than deceiving myself and others."

In a word, he thought he didn't understand, but in fact he understood everything, but even if he understood, he had to pretend to be confused.

Mei Liusheng parted the corners of his lips, showing a little bit of bitterness, he said softly: "Qinglang, do you know that sometimes being open-minded and strong is far more painful than complaining?"

He seemed to be pointing, but he seemed to be feeling the scene in front of him: "I know your pain, I know your suffering, but I can't comfort you. You understand what I want to say, and you are doing what I want to do." .

So, what should I do?What should you do to make you feel better and not make you so sad..."

Amidst his murmurs, Su Qinglang slowly stopped his hands. He looked at Mei Liusheng, speechless for a while, not far away, the candle torch turned to ashes, and the lamps and lanterns faded away. It was another night of misery.