After the death of the villain

Xie Xiangying glanced at Zhao Wang who was leaving in a hurry, but did not speak.

Ling Qiang sat on King Zhao's seat, picked up a jug inlaid with jade and filled the wine in front of Xie Xiangying, and said with a slight smile: "It's been a long time since I saw the emperor, but today I see him more elegantly than before."

What she said was indifference that couldn't be concealed even after a disguise, and what came to her face was the faint scent of sandalwood from her sleeves.

Xie Xiangying didn't like such a seemingly cold woman. He was not a person who liked to chat with others. Others didn't like him, so he wouldn't put a hot face on him.

Seeing that Xie Xiangying didn't respond, Ling Qiang said, "Long time no see, is the emperor getting estranged from Qiang'er?"

"What did the princess say? It's just that today's sorrow and joy are mixed and I can't return to my senses for a while."

Xie Xiangying is telling the truth, at the moment he has Zhou Yizhu and Mu Qingzhou in his heart, he really can't deal with other people anymore.

"Yizhu is lucky to meet the man she likes at a good age." Ling Qiang spoke with a hint of sadness between her brows.

When Xie Xiangying heard these words, he suddenly remembered that the princess was over 25 years old.

"Marriage is destined, the princess just waits for her lover."

If Jiang Ji wasn't there to replace her, Princess Ling Qiang's lover should be Li Yun.Ling Qiang doesn't seem to be a simple person, and she doesn't know what it will be like to be with Li Yun.

Xie Xiangying's attitude was indifferent, and Ling Qiang didn't make fun of himself.Seeing that Xie Xiangying still refused to drink the wine she poured, Ling Qiang hurriedly left after saying a few words.

People come and go, bringing a touch of incense to the place that was originally full of alcohol.

The nobles of the Northern Qi Dynasty liked all kinds of incense.Tongyou Hall is floral, Regent's Mansion is sweet sandalwood.Xie Xiangying likes the sweet and mild taste, and always feels refreshed when he smells it.

After a lively night at the Princess's Mansion, Xie Xiangying changed back to Mr. Xie's clothes at the Prince Regent's Mansion before heading to Tongyou Hall.

In the evening, I couldn't help but had two cups of wine, and the people in the carriage felt uncomfortable, so Xie Xiangying got out of the carriage and walked from the north gate to Tongyou Hall.

His head was so dizzy that Xie Xiangying was able to wake up a little after he leaned on the wall on the long street and blew the night wind for a long time.

He has never been a good drinker, he only had two cups, but he was so uncomfortable.

Before entering the Tongyou Hall, he heard the noisy voices of a few girls and servants inside.

Xie Xiangying walked through the corridor and found that Yun Zihan was holding a broom and protecting the girls behind him.

This person has been relying on him since he was sent by the eldest princess, he lived in Tongyou Hall and never went out.The eldest princess didn't mention it, and Xie Xiangying didn't bother to arrange it, so he just handed him over to Sun Liangyu to arrange the room where the servants lived.

Fortunately, this person is still safe, and he has not done anything out of the ordinary except to be annoying.Xie Xiangying felt that this person must only have some grudges with Xuanhua.

"What's the matter?" Xie Xiangying stepped forward and asked.

Seeing Xie Xiangying, Ning Yun hurried over: "When I was cleaning up at night, I found a nest of mice in the small kitchen, each one as big as a kitten, Mr. Tai Tu, please go back quickly, so as not to be frightened."

"It's just a mouse, how can it be scared."

Xie Xiangying took Ning Yun behind him, walked to Yun Zihan's side, and was about to ask a question, when suddenly several black figures jumped out from the corner.

"Is that a mouse?"

This thing looked as big as the pug dog on Zhao Wang's mansion.

Yun Zihan didn't speak, just followed with a broom.

The mouse ran through the corridor, all the way to the east side hall, climbed on the window lattice, bit through the veil covering it and got in.

Ning Yun watched the mouse enter the east side hall, her eyebrows were tightly knit together.

"It's amazing, why did this living ancestor go to this place!"

Ning Yun was very anxious and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Yun Zihan took a look at the bitten wooden gauze, and said, "I think this breach has been made a few days ago. This mouse is probably familiar with the road and made a nest in it. Why don't you open this door quickly, if If you bite the silk and satin, your emperor will definitely punish you."

"This……"

The Dongpian hall cannot be opened without Sun Liangyu's order.

Ning Yun hesitated a lot, and Hong Yu behind her reminded: "Your Majesty treasures the Dongpian Hall like that on weekdays, and I think he put a lot of precious objects in it. The mouse is so big, the Dongpian Hall will suffer disaster today."

Yun Zihan saw that Ningyun was frowning, and said: "If you blame me, you can say that I drove it. My life is worthless. If you want to kill or cut it, let him go."

"I……"

"Your Majesty is a person who can distinguish right from wrong, you just say that I opened it."

Seeing Xie Xiangying's words, Ningyun nodded, and went to the east side hall to get the key.

The closed door was opened, and Xie Xiangying saw the whole picture of Dongpian Hall for the first time.

Different from the west side hall, the decoration of this east side hall is quite simple, mostly in dark colors, even the beaded gauze curtains are in old colors, like something from more than ten years ago.

Yun Zihan's guess was right, the place was plagued by the rat early in the morning, the boxes on the shelves were overturned on the ground, scrolls and books were scattered all over the floor, even the gauze curtains had bite marks.

Ning Yun led a few maids to clean up the things on the shelves, and Yun Zihan took two servants to find the mouse.

Xie Xiangyi saw a painting dropped by his feet, and bent over to pick it up.

The tape binding the scroll was loosened, and one side of the scroll rolled down, and the entire painting lay flat on the ground.

In the painting is a young man in dark purple clothes, with obedient eyebrows and a slender figure.The color of the whole painting is dim, except for a thin cinnabar mole at the end of the young man's eyebrows, which is very eye-catching.

Xie Xiangying looked at the painting carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt like a person.

"My lord!" Seeing that Xie Xiangying was looking at the painting, Ning Yun didn't have time to put the book in her hand, so she ran over and rolled up the scroll, and explained, "This is the study room of His Majesty when he was young. His Majesty left his birth mother when he was young, and he doesn't like to talk. I just like these writings and inks, and I often paint for the palace people, and I have the honor to be in His Majesty's paintings."

Ning Yun tied up the painting and placed it in a huge vase on one side.

Xie Xiangying smiled lightly, and didn't say anything, he had heard from Ling Lang that this place was where Zhang Nianru lived, and he didn't know why Ningyun deliberately concealed it.

"Caught!"

The two were standing in the outer hall when Yun Zihan called out in the inner hall.

Xie Xiangying went to the inner hall, the dense bead curtain was lifted, and the scene of the inner hall made Xie Xiangying's hand holding the bead curtain stagnate.

What I saw hanging on the four walls were all the teenagers in the portrait just now.

Sipping tea, enjoying flowers, riding horses, painting...

It's like summoning souls, with eyes full of eyes.

"grown ups."

Hong Yu caught up, but Xie Xiangying had already walked in front of those paintings.

Each picture is rich in ink and color, and each stroke is deeply emotional.

Xie Xiangying glanced at the bronze mirror on the low table. In the dusty mirror, there was also a thin red mole on the man's handsome face.

"Drawing red in the next Yuan Dynasty is to pray for the festival."

"Look, does this lotus look like a person?"

"The gate of the West Side Hall is always open for the emperor."

……

One voice after another echoed in my mind.

Xie Xiangying raised his eyes to look at the person in the painting again, his eyes turned from shock, panic, to gradually calm.

"Son..."

"You all go down and catch that mouse, so as not to bite these precious things."

Xie Xiangying heard himself say something coldly, his heart was very calm, but he was not very happy.

The girls stood where they were, not knowing what to do.

Yun Zihan looked at the paintings all over the hall, and then glanced at a few palace people who were at a loss, and said, "Didn't I let you go out, and wouldn't you listen to the words of the Taifu?"

Yun Zihan pulled Ningyun out, and then the people in the hall walked out one after another.

The moment the gate of the East Side Hall was closed, Xie Xiangying slumped down on the low slum without any support.

He is a very clean person, and he would never sit on a place where dust falls, but this time, he suddenly felt that he had no strength to stand up again.

A few yellowed sheets of paper were scattered on the low table, and Xie Xiangying quietly looked at the handwriting that he knew by heart.

"Remembering you, the Northern Qi Dynasty has come to the long summer, the cicadas are singing, and the long night is hard to bear. Although there is a cool breeze, I don't miss you by my side again. I miss you like a treasure."

"When I miss you, it's the deep winter, and my eyes are bleak. I am alone and trapped in Tongyou. Although Shen Shi recommended the emperor Xie Yin, there is no one who knows my heart like Nianru, and is ready for me."

miss you, miss you, miss you...

Xie Xiangying looked at one letter after another written to the deceased in his hand, the light in his eyes was extinguished little by little.

Everyone in Northern Qi knew that beside Ling Lang, there was Zhang Nianru who knew and expressed his ideas, but no one had ever told him that he was so much like Zhang Nianru.

No wonder this man always makes himself kneel at every turn.

Ling Lang must also be very helpless.

Xie Yin didn't understand the style, tried to make his own opinions, insisted on going his own way, and was very happy. He had a skin that was exactly like Zhang Nianru, but he was not the Zhang Nianru who always took care of the Holy One and settled his worries for him!

The yellowed paper fell on the brocade robe, Xie Xiangying stared blankly at the Tongyou Palace full of old things, and suddenly felt that Ling Lang and himself were very sad.

Recalling the day when King Zhao hurried into the palace, it was raining finely, Ling Lang asked Sun Liangyu to put a cloak on him.

Xie Xiangying didn't know for a moment, whether Ling Lang's rare tenderness at that time was for the emperor teacher, or for Zhang Nianru, who regarded him as a treasure.

He and Ling Lang each have their own past, and they will never be honest with each other. There will only be endless suspicion and deception between them.

Xie Xiangying held his forehead and sighed heavily, he didn't want to go that far.He just wanted to say goodbye to Ling Lang happily, and live for himself with a new identity.

For the first time, candles were lit throughout the night in the Dongpian Hall, and the people in the hall stayed up all night.

When the oil ran out, the lamps dried up, and so did the thoughts in my heart.

The long summer is difficult, Xie Xiangying doesn't know how Ling Lang survived without Zhang Nianru, but without Ling Lang in the Tongyou Palace, the long summer just passed away in a flash.

Xie Xiangying thought that he would be extremely sad, but now that the matter has come to an end, all he has in his heart is a sudden sense of relief.

People like him are dead when they die, and Lian Sheng still exists anyway.Even without Liansheng, there will be men who are more obedient than him and more like Zhang Nianru.

Xie Xiangying spent several months sorting out these people carefully.

Zhang Nianru entered the palace when Ling Lang was five years old, and the unlucky Zhang Nianru was beaten to death when Ling Lang was seven years old.It can be seen that there is no great background behind this person, and no one to support him.

Xie Yin entered the palace when Ling Lang was nine years old. Shen Weichuan's recommendation of him must have a lot to do with his face.

As clever as Ling Lang, how could he not know the purpose of Xie Yin being sent here.

Xie Xiangying put down the pen in his hand, carefully folded the letter paper, sealed it with wax, and handed it to Hongyu with his own hands, asking her to send it to the post house.

This is the last letter he wrote to Ling Lang.This letter did not mention Zhang Nianru, but only told Ling Lang to be careful of the Shen clan, and even more beware of King Cheng.In addition, it also wrote where the booklets sorted out a few days ago were placed.

After Ling Lang left for several months, Xie Xiangying would send letters to the military camp every three to five days.Ling Lang replied to a deceased person for several years, but turned a blind eye to the letter he sent to the military camp after he left. Xie Xiangying didn't understand it before, but now he doesn't want to understand it anymore.

There was a sound of opening the door outside the hall, Ning Yun and several servants came to the inner hall with medicine.

Ning Yun knew that she felt ashamed, put down the medicine bowl and left in a hurry.

Several servants slowly spread out the lunch one by one.

Xie Xiangying picked up the jade bowl engraved with green bamboo, and when the medicinal soup was about to be taken in, his hand suddenly felt a pain, and the medicinal bowl in his hand fell to the ground.

The exquisite jade bowl was broken in half, and the medicinal soup fell to the floor.Xie Xiangying raised his eyes to look at the servant who was doing the work, and suddenly met a pair of familiar eyes.

"Mr. Gu."

Gu Feiran pulled out a forced smile, and another servant of Bushan turned around and closed the door of the palace.

The man looked up, but it was Zhang Ling, the apprentice of the world's number one genius doctor.

"You two..."

How capable these two people are, they can sneak into Tongyou Palace.

Seeing that Xie Xiangying's eyes were full of surprise, Gu Feiran said helplessly: "That medicine is not drinkable."

"How can I not drink?"

Xie Xiangying didn't understand, this prescription was read by several imperial physicians in the imperial hospital, and Xie Xing personally checked it, he had been drinking it for nearly ten years, how could he not drink it?

Gu Feiran didn't explain, just asked Xie Xiangying to put his wrist on the table.

Zhang Ling sat beside Xie Xiangying, and three fingers landed on Xie Xiangying's inch.

"My lord, it's usually too cold?" Zhang Ling asked him.

Xie Xiangying thought about it carefully, and said: "I'm afraid of the cold in winter, but fortunately there are earth dragons, so it doesn't feel very cold."

Zhang Ling raised his eyes and glanced at Xie Xiangying, and then asked, "Your Excellency, you love kicking the quilt when you sleep in winter?"

"Love."

Xie Xiangying has always been dishonest in sleeping, kicking the quilt at night, often waking up from the cold in the morning.

Zhang Ling looked indifferently, but between the question and answer, he had already confirmed something.

He withdrew his hand and said in a solemn voice: "My lord's pulse is heavy and tense. It is a sign of cold, but it is faster than ordinary people. When you press it carefully, the tight pulse has the appearance of a large one. If it is a real cold disease, it is summer." It will also be due to loose interstitial joints, afraid of wind and cold, but adults are different. Counting nine cold days, kicking the quilt unconsciously, greedy for cold and fond of cold drinks, it should be a fever."

"Is that a fever or a cold?"

Xie Xiangying didn't understand medical theory, and Zhang Ling's one set of arguments made him confused.

Zhang Ling said: "It's true heat and false cold. The yang is strong inside, and the yin and cold are rejected outside. Therefore, my lord's hands and feet are cold, and the whole body is cold. This cold appearance is an illusion. If it is true heat, it is fire poison. Use cold and cool medicines. The adults’ medicines all use cinnamon, evodia, aconite and other pungent, warming and tonifying medicines, and the dosage is extremely large. Taking it for many years will not bring good health to the body, but will only aggravate the toxicity.”

"What did you say?

Xie Xiangying looked at the soup and medicine on the ground, and was speechless for a while, he clearly felt that his illness was about to recover, how could it be...

"This medicine was given by everyone in the Imperial Hospital. How could they not know whether it is a real cold or a fake cold?"

Xie Sheng has the ability to strengthen bones and tendons, how could he watch his own son take the opposite medicine for nearly ten years.

"No, Mr. Zhang thinks it hasn't opened for a long time, so I misread it."

Xie Xiangying frowned slightly, he knew that he shouldn't just listen to the Tai Hospital's side story, but he was even more unwilling to admit that it was the Tai Hospital who prescribed the wrong medicine.Most of the people in the Taitai Hospital were Ling Lang's cronies, and the wrong medicine prescribed by the Taitai Hospital must be Ling Lang's intention.

Seeing that Xie Xiangying was obsessed with obsession, Gu Feiran pulled his arm and said: "Xie Yin, listen to my advice, there are not many good people with the surname Ling. Back then, there was a very obedient companion in Tongyou Hall who offended Ling Qingyun, immediately He was beaten to death. Do you know where Ling Lang was at that time, he was beside Ling Qingyun, watching Ling Qingyun beat the companion to death with his own eyes, and he didn't say a word from the whole time. Dogs have feelings after being kept for a long time, let alone people. Ling Lang is a heartless wolf! You should wake up soon."

Gu Feiran's words hit his ears, making the person who had something to worry about stand up suddenly.

"Don't tell me, he won't."

"I have to say." Gu Feiran pressed Xie Xiangying's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Not long after the companion died, the Regent's Palace caught fire. Guess who started the fire!"

"You have no evidence."

Xie Xiangying's eyes were so red, it was indeed possible to set fire with Ling Lang's hatred for Ling Qingyun, but he was only a seven-year-old child at the time, how could he be so cruel.

"I have no proof, I've been looking."

Gu Feiran's eyes were a little blurry, he had been investigating this matter for more than ten years, but he still couldn't find any clues.

The Prince Regent's Mansion was on fire, and his master died in that fire.A matter that was supposed to be strictly investigated, but only a few words were discussed in the files of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Except for Ling Lang, who else has such great power to restrict the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

"You don't say any more."

Xie Xiangying's voice was a little hoarse, his chest hurt badly, and suddenly, a mouthful of blood spewed out.

"My lord!" Gu Feiran helped him to the low floor, and said in a low voice, "I know that you and Ling Lang have been mentoring for several years, but he has deep thoughts, and you are not his opponent. Don't investigate any further. Find a place to hide and treat the illness first."

"Where can I go?"

Xie Xiangying looked at the palace with carved beams and painted buildings, and suddenly lost his mind.

Where can he go, he can never disobey Ling Lang's orders.As long as Xie Yin is not dead, he will be Ling Lang's good emperor teacher, so where can he hide?

"Thank you Yin."

Gu Feiran looked at Xie Xiangying, his eyes were full of distress.

When meeting Xie Xiangying for the first time, the man stood outside the jade carving hall and waited for him all night.He thought that he would meet an angry face with such arrogance, but when he met those smiling eyes, his heart suddenly melted.

"I have a blueprint here, and I want to ask Mr. Gu for advice."

He is so tireless, always looking for the light and the truth.

But that person was ruined by Ling Lang after all.

"I don't want to hear..."

Gu Feiran looked at the distraught person on the low couch, and clenched his fists.

Xie Xiangying didn't listen to all Zhang Ling and Gu Feiran's words, but once the seeds of doubt were planted, they would germinate in his heart, and then grow wildly and uncontrollably.

For the next few days, Xie Xiangying didn't take any more medicine, and he fed all the medicine Ningyun sent over to the flowers in the pot and the fish in the pond.

From the day he stopped taking the medicine, Xie Xiangying didn't cough again.

There is strength in the body, but the heart is getting colder and colder.

Xie Xiangying never stopped his plan, he wanted to let everyone know that the regent left Northern Qi and went to the Yan Kingdom thousands of miles away before the arrival of autumn.

Zhuoying looked at the person who was picking horses in the stables, frowned and said, "Do you have to ride a horse? Anyway, it's just for show, let Ah Zhao take a carriage and walk a few miles for you."

"No." Xie Xiangying patted the horse's neck and said, "I want everyone to know that Ling Qingyun is the one who left Beiqi."

The fire of freedom danced in Xie Xiangying's eyes, Gu Feiran had already finished the coffin, and soon, soon he would get rid of Xie Yin's identity.

At that time, Zhang Nianru and Liansheng will have nothing to do with him, and Ling Lang will have nothing to do with him in the future.

"Just this one, it looks really strong."

What Xie Xiangying was pulling was a maroon-red steed, majestic and beautiful.

He will wear the most powerful clothes of the regent and go to the country of Yan.

On the eighth day of August, the scorching sun shone on the parched land of Northern Qi.

Xie Xiangying was wearing a bronze ghost mask and a black robe, riding on a maroon horse.

He looked back at the Miyagi, which he had walked countless times on foot, and couldn't return to his senses for a long time.

If Gu Feiran hadn't told him so much, he would have felt a lot of reluctance when he left.

The convoy behind is still preparing.

Inside the city gate, a woman wearing a bright red peony palace dress came on horseback.

"Grandpa!"

Zhou Yizhu stopped his horse, took out a kit from his sleeve and handed it to Xie Xiangying.

"This is……"

"What I asked in the Taoist temple was to turn bad luck into good luck. It's a long way to go to the country of Yan. I wish the emperor a safe journey."

Her face was full of reluctance, and there were not so many beautiful words in her mouth, only the words "safe journey".

Xie Xiangying looked at the brocade bag embroidered with lotus in his hand, and felt warm in his heart.

"Safe journey."

Xie Xiangying said goodbye to Zhou Yizhu, and rode away first.

The horseshoes flew fast, cutting a path ahead in the heat wave.

His eyes fell on the avenue, and it seemed to fall on the country of Yan far away in the sky.

The reins were left on the wrists a few times, and the horse carried the people all the way out of the city.

Xie Xiangying can't get off a horse, but he loves the feeling of galloping right away.

He could believe that he was reused by Ling Lang because of Zhang Nianru, and he could also understand that Ling Lang would hate Ling Qingyun for Zhang Nianru.But the only thing I can't believe is that Ling Lang ordered the Tai Hospital to prescribe the wrong medicine.

All things come to mind.

Xie Xiangying's heart hurt badly, as if countless sharp knives had been gouged out one by one, and then twisted repeatedly.

Heart like a knife.

For the first time, Xie Xiang understood the meaning of this word.

The man was riding on the horse, and the dark red blood gradually soaked through the clothes on his chest.

Black blood is the least noticeable.

Until the blood dripped on the horse's back, the hand that was holding the rein tightly finally loosened.

The horse is still running, but the person on the horse can no longer stand upright.

The unrestrained horse deviated from the road and galloped all the way, leading the crumbling man on the horse into the woods beside the road.

The neighing of the steed awakened a group of sleeping birds.

The man on the horse was thrown onto the grass like a puppet that had lost its life, motionless.

On the wrist are traces of redness from being strangled by the reins, and the bronze ghost face covers the unparalleled face of the person.

Xie Xiangying died.

In the season when the flowers are blooming in the Northern Qi Dynasty.

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Here we go, finally the knife is over!

Volume 3