Worldly love Gu, filled with the painstaking efforts of the person who nurtured the Gu, takes shape in three to five days, capable of intersecting with the host's soul and flesh, captivating its soul, and enslaving its consciousness, so that the word love grows in confusion. die.

But Cang Lang clearly knew that there was no feeling of infatuation in his heart at the moment, what was mixed with resentment and hatred in the intertwined lips and tongue.However, the stronger the hatred, the stronger the thirst flowing out of the body.

He involuntarily leaned towards Feng Lin, and the narrow waist outlined by the thin shirt was all gathered in the hands holding the dart.This damned Gu worm also turned him into a hundred-foot beacon that can't be restrained, going up to the top of the clouds and down to the bottom of the valley, and in the end he was still firmly in the palm of one person.

Cang Lang was exhausted, tears and throat dried up, lying limp and sticky on the man's bare chest, but quietly stretched out his hand to the bedside desk.

"This is not love Gu, what is this?"

Feng Lin turned over and pressed the person back, keeping his eyes on him for a moment.There was an uneasy silence, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he said: "Sir, you are smart, this is indeed not an ordinary love Gu. Ordinary Gu insects feed on the essence and blood of the host, and they mess up people's minds for a long time. How can I be willing to let sir suffer?" It's such a pain."

Before Po Cheng's sword could be taken away, Cang Lang held it firmly in his hands with all his strength, and suddenly pressed against Feng Lin's back.

"Untangle me."

"It's useless," Feng Lin raised his body meaninglessly, and Cang Lang could even clearly hear the sound of the blade piercing into his body, "If this king dies, no one can solve this Gu. If you still want to save your life with Xiaowan If you want revenge from Shanshan, don't engage in unnecessary fights."

His blood hit Canglang's forehead and heart, drop by drop, winding into a strange red lotus karmic fire.When Xu Shi heard Xiao Wanshan's name, the hatred in Cang Lang's eyes gradually faded, and there seemed to be a sigh of pity.

After a while, "If I was thinking of someone else when I was doing that kind of thing with you, how would I treat Gu?"

"That way," the place where I kissed, bitten, and rubbed together will leave a cinnabar seal that will last a lifetime, Feng Lin smiled and moved away the husband's hand that had already shaken uncomfortably, and said: "The pain is naturally a kind of Gu man of."

The crosswind blew the slightly closed door creaking, Cang Lang woke up in the sound, the bedside was empty, the remaining warmth was not there, and the strangeness of his body seemed to be like yesterday.

Yang Dazhi waited outside the door, and Cang Lang told him to come in as he was freshening up, and asked him why he came.

The two met only a few times, but there were so many layers of anecdotes between them, when Yang Dazhi saw Cang Lang again, he felt as if he was in a trance.

"Come to report from prison, He Weizhang has already woken up. For today's interrogation, the lord ordered the humble officer to pick him up." Yang Dazhi thought for a while, and added: "This He Weizhang is the subordinate who framed his brother and collaborated with the enemy."

Cang Lang didn't show any surprise, he turned his eyes slightly, looked at the embroidered spring knife on Yang Dazhi's waist, and said calmly: "It's been three days since Shibai, the clouds and mud are very different, and there are already hundreds of households."

Yang Dazhi nodded, "Thanks to the support of the prince."

The maids serving breakfast came in one file at a time, and the dishes were mainly light, wishing not to miss any meat.Cang Lang was tortured last night, and he lost his appetite after scanning around, so he waved his hand impatiently.

"Feng Lin is the one who intends to enter Jinyiwei. Gao Wujiu, the Northern and Southern Divisions have always been his confidantes, how could he agree to change into elbows and armpits?"

Yang Dazhi was quiet for a moment, and his tone was low: "You should be cautious when you act in a humble position, and you won't let others notice it."

Cang Lang held up his chopsticks and stretched out the crispy cucumber in front of him: "Three years ago when the new emperor ascended the throne, King Yan's admission to the ancestral temple had many twists and turns. Gao Wujiu's help was behind it all. Now it's only been three years, how could they Turned against each other?"

Because Yang Dazhi was working in the Zhenfu Department, he had heard about these court secrets.Since King Yan was deprived of his position because of a piece of "Tiger Bite Chapter", he disappeared outside the customs for more than two years, and there was no news from him.Just when everyone thought that this ill-fated prince died in the belly of a wolf, he quietly appeared in Songjiang Academy, forging his name and becoming a small handyman.

Then there was the Songjiang Poetry Case in Zhenshuo's two dynasties. It is rumored that King Yan was ordered by someone to denounce Qiu, Xiao and other living beings.Although the rumors are not true or not, not long after the poetry case, Gao Wujiu, who had always been at odds with the Songjiang School, wrote a report, arguing for the restoration of the fourth son of the emperor, which seemed to confirm Feng Lin's suspicion of whistleblowing.

The matter was involved in the past, he looked at the silence like water, but when he carefully tasted the silence, it was freezing, so cold that it stings.

Yang Dazhi answered very cautiously: "Not long after I joined the town's Fusi in a humble position, I know limited inside information. I only know that His Highness just returned to power three years ago, and he met the uncle Guo for the matter of the Qiu family's punishment. There is no more favor for him, and His Highness seems to have a different opinion on every major matter, and this ink corruption case is just the tip of the iceberg."

He looked at Cang Lang's face, hesitated to speak a few times, and finally said: "Actually, judging from what I have seen and heard in the past few months, both Hu and Gao are always wary of King Yan, and His Highness is not relying on both ends, and is caught in the middle." It's not a good day."

The chopsticks tapped the plate lightly, Cang Lang looked indifferent and indifferent, but the pickled cucumber was clamped a few times and it was not firmly clamped, and it fell off the skirt of his robe and fainted a small piece of oil stain.

Cang Lang suddenly remembered that Uncle An had said before his death that Feng Lin asked himself to kill three thousand bandits in order to keep the Qiu's ancestral hall, and his fame was worth it.

The three thousand thieves are the leaders who want to exchange their lives for credit.

"You should know how Jin Yiwei treats traitors. Walking in Huwei Chunbing, think about things in the future." He told Yang Dazhi, and the end of the sentence seemed to have some deep meaning.

Yang Dazhi listened to the truth, stared at Cang Lang with a good look, only touching the chopsticks of the pickled cucumber, and said tactfully: "Sir... eat less, and you will have to go to prison later."

Cang Lang looked up at him sleepily, not understanding what the dried pickles were about.

He soon found out.

"Well!"

The bitterness of pickled cucumber mixed with stomach acid poured into his throat, and Cang Lang's already tortured voice became hoarse.

"The spring eyebrows are wrinkled, and the autumn eyes are sad. Who is tormenting the beauty for making such a gesture?"

His voice was so sweet and his appearance was so elegant, it was really hard to imagine the vicious methods this person used just now to extract a confession.

"You—" Cang Lang only glanced at him, opened his mouth and vomited again.

The green-shirted gentleman closed his fan and stroked his heart, and said sadly: "I miss Liao Wuji, and I don't see girls and ladies throwing fruits and carts everywhere, but now you spit it out in my face. Really, it's an insult to gentleness!"

Aside from the fact that his face is fine, Cang Lang felt his stomach churn again when he thought that he had put the Gu worms to devour the flesh and blood on He Weizhang's face, leaving only a thin piece of skin covering the appalling bony cheekbones.

Liao Wuji seemed to have suffered a great humiliation, with the fan in his hand, the muscles on his back were slightly stiff, and he was still thinking to himself: "Beauty is ugly, eyesight is not clear, kidney is weak, and the disease is in the kidney, let me think about what kind of Gu to use ..."

The thick round door was closed and opened again, and the robes of a golden weaving dragon were dragged out, exuding a murderous demeanor of life and death.

Feng Lin was holding a light gauze hat between his arms, when he stepped out of the door, he just heard Liao Wuji's complaint, his eyes froze: "Who are you going to use Gu on?"

Liao Wuji was silent, quickly pushed the fan away, and walked into the cell loudly on his back.

"He has no fame or wealth on his body, and his mouth has an unknown smell. It should be hidden in the sleeves of the boudoir. What's the fun in this dirty place?"

Feng Lin seemed not surprised by his rudeness, tied the veil on Canglang, and said in a low voice: "Mr., if you bear with it, He Weizhang will be recruited soon."

"You got up early and asked someone to prepare those porridge and side dishes, so you know I can't hold it?"

Feng Lin didn't answer, but held his hand in relief.

Accepting his disciples like this, Cang Lang closed his eyes resignedly, pointed at Liao Wuji's back and asked, "Who is this?"

"A Gu master in Penglai, an old acquaintance of mine when I was outside the customs, is used to being unrestrained, and doesn't follow the etiquette of the Middle Earth, so don't worry about it, sir."

Cang Lang nodded slightly, knowing that he didn't tell the whole truth, but he didn't say too much.

He Weizhang's spine was broken by the collapsed beam, and now he can only lie in the prison paralyzed, without the need for shackles.Hearing that someone was coming, he flinched desperately as if he had seen a ghost, and there was a twist that was close to fear on his skeleton-like face.

"I didn't ask someone to set the fire, I was smashed and broke my waist..."

"The letter of death...the letter of death was stuffed into the door of the guard's room in the middle of the night. I don't know who it is, but the person who sent the letter to the capital was a man from Sangji. The prince wants to settle accounts, why don't you go to him... ..."

"Speak, why don't you speak?!"

Only then did Cang Lang realize something was wrong: "His eyes?"

"Blind," said Liao Wuji, who was obsessed with cleanliness. When he entered the prison cell where the sewage was flowing, he suffered more than being tortured. Once he entered, he stood there like a wooden stake. "Gu worms enter through the ears and exit through the eyes. In this way, it is a bit softer than a beauty's soft pancreas, those little things are very discerning."

He spoke so bluntly that Feng Lin looked at the wind and killed him, "Wooden Pile" consciously closed his mouth, moved back a few steps and continued to stand upright with the corpse.

"The king knows what you said."

Feng Lin approached the railing, his condescending eyes were more sinister than ever.He Weizhang couldn't see it, but he also felt the gaze from the top of his head. His throat was tight, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

"I want to settle accounts, but the grievances between you and this king are too shallow to cause such a battle." Feng Lin glanced in the direction of Cang Lang, "They said that accounts will be settled after autumn, but now that three autumns have passed, this account can no longer be settled , it should be piled up."

He turned a hundred-foot beacon between his fingers and knocked it against the gap in the iron fence, "He Weizhang, He Liyuan, do you still remember the tragedy in Qin'an three years ago?"

Hearing the words of the Qin'an tragedy, both Cang Lang and Yang Dazhi breathed hard, and He Weizhang pressed against the base of the wall, sweating slowly.

The author says:

Sure enough, it was the list task that urged me to forge ahead... I was traveling on November [-], and I was sorting out the outline while relaxing.As soon as I wrote about Liao Wuji, I arrived at the Miao Village, so I can study the current status of the Miao Gu business development hhhhhh, happy holidays, babies!

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