After the death of the villain

"Is Mr. Liansheng also here?" Xie Xiangying asked.

Liansheng nodded slightly, but did not speak.

"Come play the pipa, or blow the flute?"

Xie Xiangying asked a question, but didn't want to get any answer.Thinking of that day at Yuhuachi, Liansheng was the one Ling Lang wanted to summon, no wonder he was so impatient, he was indeed a wonderful person.

No wonder Shen Weichuan wanted to say "I can't give birth", Liansheng really couldn't give birth.I haven't seen any guests for several days, so it turns out that there are distinguished guests.

There was an insincere smile on the corner of his lips, Xie Xiangying glanced at Liansheng, then at Sun Liangyu who was silent.

Maybe it's not the time to come back.

At the gate, you can see the lights of the West Side Hall, and Hongyu is waiting for him to go back.

Xie Xiangying raised his hand as a way of saying hello.As soon as he turned around, he stepped on his belt and fell heavily on the ground face down.

The eyes were darkened, and the person who originally wanted to leave in a cool way felt very ashamed for a while.

Xie Xiangying was about to get up, he took his hand with one hand and pulled him up.

"His Majesty."

Liansheng called out, and then knelt down on the ground the next moment.

"You..." Seeming to have something to say, Ling Lang patted the snow on Xie Xiangying's body and asked, "Where did you go, you came back so late."

"Inspection Institute, Tai Hospital."

Xie Xiangying withdrew his hand and put it in his wide sleeve, and was about to leave when Ling Lang grabbed his arm tightly.

"Take him down." Ling Lang said, and Sun Liangyu took Liansheng to the east side hall.

It wasn't until there were only two people left in the yard that Ling Lang asked, "Tell me, what did you find?"

"Aren't you going to listen to Qu'er? What about the Inspectorate?"

"If you want to hear it, I'll send him over."

"Don't spoil people, what's the matter with playing music for the two of us." Xie Xiang gave Ling Lang a white look, he didn't have the time to listen to men playing music.

Xie Xiangying was not very happy, but the news on the corners of Ling Lang's lips became more and more intense, so he only dragged him to the main hall.

Xie Xiangying was not as strong as Ling Lang, and when he struggled to get away, Ling Lang had already blocked him on the couch.

Since he moved to Tongyou Hall, half of the words were spoken on the couch. The wish he made on the Lantern Festival was to sleep in his own bed, not to chat on Linglang's couch.

"What are you doing?" Xie Xiangying frowned and asked him.

Ling Lang said seriously: "You just bumped into it just now, if you don't take the medicine, you will turn blue tomorrow."

Ling Lang took the medicine from the small table beside him and put it on the couch.

Xie Xiangying took the medicine and said, "I'll go back to Xibian Hall and ask Hongyu to help me apply the medicine."

"Hongyu is a girl, it's not suitable." Ling Lang said.

Xie Xiangying thought for a moment, then sat back.

"I'll go by myself."

Xie Xiangying took off his outer robe, and slowly rolled up the trouser legs to his knees, and sure enough, he saw that one of them was scratched.In addition, there are bluish-purple spots that hit somewhere, mostly on the thighs, as if looking at the file on the desk case, and came back in a hurry and bumped into the corner of the desk.

"Don't roll it up, if you can't roll it up, you might as well untie your pants." Ling Lang reminded him.

Xie Xiangying glanced at Ling Lang, thinking that his words made sense, "Help me put down the bed curtain."

It is shameful to be seen by others when applying medicine here.

Ling Lang let out a "hmm", and after putting down the bed curtain, he turned around and sat back on the side of the bed.

"Aren't you going out?" Xie Xiangying asked him.

Ling Lang asked him back: "Is the emperor afraid of being seen by me?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Xie Xiangying was provoked by Ling Lang, and he quickly untied his belt. In a moment, except for his shirt, only a pair of obscene trousers were left.

I don't know when the bruise on the thigh bumped, and it hurts when I press it.Xie Xiangying couldn't take the medicine ruthlessly, so he took a look at Ling Lang.

With a smile in Ling Lang's eyes, he was waiting for Xie Xiangying to speak.

"Help……"

"it is good."

Ling Lang took the medicine bottle from Xie Xiangying's hand and poured some into his hand.

When the cold fingertips landed on the bruised place, the person couldn't help but tremble.

"cold?"

"Um……"

Ling Lang rubbed his hands together, and only started to apply the medicine again after the chill had subsided.

Xie Xiangying's legs are very straight and feel very good.

Ling Lang looked at it generously, but the movements of his hands were very serious, and he did not exceed the rules.

There are quite a few bruises on this man's leg, he must have bumped into it accidentally on weekdays.It seems that such a stable person always seems to be in a hurry when doing things.

"Next time you can see the way clearly."

"I know, I'm not a child anymore."

Ling Lang smiled and said, "If it wasn't for a child, I wouldn't have turned around on flat ground and fell."

"That was an accident." Xie Xiangying frowned, pressed his legs under his body, and stopped applying the medicine.

Seeing the person in front of him playing childish temper, Ling Lang was also very happy in his heart. He knew that Xie Xiangying was such a person, but his nature was suppressed by etiquette.

In the past, I always punished him as a last resort, but I will never do it again in the future.

Seeing the smile in Ling Lang's eyes, Xie Xiangying leaned over and asked him, "Are you planning to pamper Liansheng today?"

"Why do you ask that?" Ling Lang asked him.

Xie Xiangying said: "You brought people from outside, don't you just listen to the music? You really think I'm a three-year-old child."

"The people in the palace say so?"

"Hmm..." Xie Xiangying nodded and said, "They said that the carriage reached the sky in one step."

No one else said it, it was Shen Weichuan who told him.Xie Xiangying reckoned that this carriage was similar to the Fengluan Chunen carriage, whoever received it would sleep in whichever one was picked up, and the way to reach the sky at this step was to pass through Ling Lang's dragon couch.

Since ancient times, it is common for emperors to be affectionate and favor men.

"Didn't you sit down too?" Ling Lang looked at him.

"It happened to me."

If he had known this car was for this purpose, he wouldn't have gotten in it if he was killed.

Ling Lang didn't speak, just looked at Xie Xiangying silently, he didn't want to pamper others, he just wanted to pamper the person in front of him, but this person didn't know what he wanted.

"I said, why are you not in a hurry to establish a queen? It turns out that you have someone in your heart. I have seen this car half a month ago. It is not the first time you and him have met." Seeing that Ling Lang did not speak, Xie Xiangying continued, " I know you have him in your heart, but this person is a man after all."

"What happened to the man?"

Ling Lang bent down and met Shang Xie Xiangying's eyes.The two got a little close, Xie Xiangying stepped back a few minutes, the next moment his ankle fell into the hands of the man and he was firmly held down, there was nowhere to retreat.

Xie Xiangying wanted to say that men can't do it, but then thought of this manly place, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, and suddenly lost his momentum.

"Anyway, no, you and him, no."

Xie Xiangying didn't say the reason, Ling Lang became more and more curious.

"Who can it be with?" Ling Lang asked him.

Xie Xiangying said: "Miss Wang."

"I don't like it."

"You just like Liansheng, don't you?"

Ling Lang didn't answer this time, he was distinguishing, whether Xie Xiangying's inquisition was because of jealousy, or because he didn't marry Wang Yingzhi, which delayed his "going back".

The result of thinking can be imagined, if the person in the small car today is Wang Yingzhi, it is estimated that Xie Xiangying will not talk so much to him tonight, he just wants to go back.

"Isn't there anything in Beiqi worthy of the emperor's teacher's nostalgia?" Ling Lang asked, his eyes that were originally smiling were a bit hazy.He could no longer lose this person, but this person was thinking about how to leave him all day long.

Xie Xiangying didn't know why Ling Lang asked this suddenly, since Ling Lang's birthday has passed, Ling Lang has become different.Between him and Ling Lang, there seemed to be a layer of veil that was about to be lifted.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Xie Xiangying looked at Ling Lang, the smile in his eyes was particularly bright.

During these many years, Xie Xiangying understood one thing, he came for Ling Lang, was born for Ling Lang, and died for him.Although this person bullied him and disobeyed him in every possible way, he was still planning for him at important moments.

Every time he wanted to leave, Ling Lang's first arrangement was his basic necessities of life, and Xie Xiangying took all these into consideration.

"What is it?" Ling Lang was still asking him.

"The minister said, it is His Majesty."

Ling Lang was stunned by the couch, he looked at Xie Xiangying, and suddenly smiled.Xie Xiangying doesn't know what he is talking about at all, is he expressing his heart to himself?

"Emperor Master..." Ling Lang wanted to ask, but he was afraid that the answer he would get was not what he thought, and his words changed completely, "If there were no such troublesome things, what would the Emperor Master want to do most?"

"What do you want to do?" Xie Xiangying thought for a while and said, "I want to see you start a family and start a business, and make a difference in this world."

"What about the emperor himself?"

Ling Lang put his hand on the couch, his eyes were straight and hot.

"I, I never thought that if I could see this, it would be enough."

Xie Xiangying always had a smile on his face.

As early as a long time ago, it was arranged for Ling Lang that there would be no Xie Xiangying in the future, it would not be there in the past, and it will not be in the future.Ling Lang will become an excellent emperor, and he will quietly exit at an appropriate time.

He didn't want anything.

Ling Lang's heart sank, and he said: "The emperor will see it, I will choose a day to get married, and I will make great achievements and enjoy the world."

These few words were extremely heavy, since it was what Xie Xiangying wanted in his heart, he would definitely let Xie Xiangying fulfill his wish.

In the next few days, Ling Lang rarely came to the harem.

In the past, Xie Xiangying always felt that this person was everywhere, either in Zhuli or Tongyou Hall.Only now did Xie Xiangying realize that it was Ling Lang who saw and didn't see each other. When he wanted to come, he pushed the door open. If he didn't want to come, he didn't even have a place to find someone.

Except for being able to see him every day as the Regent, Xie Xiangying couldn't see Ling Lang at other times.

Winter is coming to an end, and it is almost time for spring to bloom.

Xie Xiangying's health has improved a lot, and I don't know if it is because of Tongyou Palace's support, but in the spring, he almost didn't cough anymore.

The Tai Hospital changed the herbal prescription, and Xie Xiangying didn't drink it as bitterly as before.

The dossiers of the Metropolitan Procuratorate were being looked at every day, and Xie Xiangying pressed the corners of every place where there was a clue, and marked it in his pamphlet.

In addition, Xie Xiangying also consulted the files of the Tai Hospital when he was cooking medicine with his servant Xiao Feng.

During the year when Empress Wang was pregnant, the fetus was very stable, but there was a lot of bleeding during the delivery, and the loss of her body day after day finally went to Lihentian.

There are no problems with the herbal medicines during pregnancy, but the rest of the medicines are eaten wrongly, or they are surprised during childbirth.

In order to verify this conjecture, Xie Xiangying went to the inner palace again and brought in the files of the people in the midwifery palace.

There were four old mothers who were in charge of delivering the baby that day, as well as a few servant girls from Chaofeng Hall.

The four old nuns have all gone underground at an advanced age, and several servant girls were released from the palace after the Queen's death. There is only one maid in charge, and there is no record of her going or staying.

"Where can I find this person now?" Xie Xiangying asked Zhang Zongshi of the inner palace.

Zhang Zongshi showed embarrassment, and said: "Returning to my lord, this incident happened 18 years ago, and I was only... only six years old."

"Where's the former imperial envoy?" Xie Xiangying asked.

"He died of illness." Zhang Zongshi said truthfully.

"What disease?"

"I also heard it, but I don't know if it's true. The former Zongshi has always been in good health, and every time he accompanied the princes to hunt, he would win the first prize. But one day, he was clutching his chest as if he had committed an evil spirit. Said it hurt, and within a moment, he vomited blood and died suddenly."

Zhang Zongshi spoke slowly, his words were wicked, but Xie Xiangying suddenly realized something.

Vomiting blood donation, heart ache, the illness of the former Zongshi is seven or eight percent similar to his own.

He knew that his illness was not like an ordinary cold, but now it seems that it doesn't look like a congenital disease, but rather like being poisoned.I'm afraid that when that person was using him, he made preparations to silence him early in the morning, and only waited for the completion of the job.

When Xie Xiangying came out from the inner palace, he was in a daze.

Spring day and night, cool breeze, bright moon and few stars.

This is a beautiful scenery that can be admired carefully, but at this moment, I can't see it in my heart at all.

When passing by Si Yijian, several palace people were laughing and joking, and bumped into Xie Xiangying's body suddenly.

The newly made clothes were scattered on the ground, and the palace people picked up the clothes while shouting "forgive me".

Xie Xiangying looked at the bright red brocade clothes on the ground and asked them, "Who is this clothes for?"

The little girl smiled and said, "It's done under the orders of Director Liangyu, but the style is not satisfactory, so I have to make some minor changes."

"Liangyu asked me to do it."

Xie Xiangying looked down at the clothes that had been picked up. This style was indeed similar to the one he made for Ling Lang, but the materials seemed to be more luxurious.

Several girls saluted and went into the hall with their clothes.

Xie Xiangying looked at the beaming people and always felt that Ling Lang was arranging something without telling him.

The people who were going to Tongyou Hall suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Xie Xiangying quietly left the palace with the token, took his horse from the general's mansion, and galloped to the eight-fold pagoda.

The wind in early spring is chilly, and the cold wind passes by the temples.The horseshoes stepped on the green grass, splashing the night dew on the withered grass.

The horses below were galloping in the twilight, and the icy wind made people sober.

Xie Xiangying looked forward until the gate of the eight-fold pagoda appeared in front of him.

"Call-"

Xie Xiangying stopped his horse and looked at the pagoda that was about to rise into the sky in front of him.

He jumped off his horse. A person who can't get off a horse will always fall on himself if no one follows him.

Xie Xiangying endured the pain and got up from the stone slag, and went to the tower.

Although the Eightfold Pagoda is named Eightfold, it has several more floors than the eighth.

The top floor of the tower is the Northern Qi Temple, Xie Xiangying walked from the first floor to the top floor.On the day of Shangyuanye, Ling Lang brought him up, but today he climbed up by himself. When he reached the last floor, he felt that all the strength in his body was about to be taken off.

Xie Xiangying stopped and calmed down before heading out of the temple.

He walked very slowly, as if someone was waiting outside.

With the light of the night pearl, Xie Xiangying finally found the exit of the temple.

A few steps away was a young man in a red dress sitting on the railing with his back turned to him.

Her hair is tied in a golden crown, and on the long sword behind her back, fluttering in the wind is a concentric Luo with snow-white falling moon beads.

His slender legs were hanging casually, his hands rested on the railing under him, and he looked up at the night.

Bright and lonely.

He is like the moon surrounded by stars, but he has the coldest color.

Xie Xiangying put Ye Mingzhu back into his sleeve, covered the light, and stood quietly in the temple.

There are airy window lattices on all sides, as long as you look back, you will find each other.

Xie Xiangying's eyes fell on the young man's red clothes, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

He had imagined how Ling Lang would look in this wedding dress many times, but he never thought it would be so touching.

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