After the death of the villain

This romance is between Xie Xiangying and Ling Lang.

At this moment, he is not Xie Yin, nor the flower god, nor the regent.

Xie Xiangying ran along with the person in front of him, shuttling through the dark and deserted alleys.

"If you are afraid, hold my hand tightly." Xie Xiangying heard Ling Lang say.Knocking ten fingers tightly together, there is no chance for people to refuse.

The hallway was windy, Xie Xiangying stopped to wrap his robe tightly, and Ling Lang brushed off the snow from his shoulders.

I don't know if the alley was too dark or the wind was too strong, but the eyes of the two met, and their lips bit together in the end.

Xie Xiangying leaned against the wall, Ling Lang was wrapped around his waist in his arms.The two of them stuck close, and the hearts that seemed to be far away were also pulled in a little by this eager movement.

Ling Lang closed his eyes tightly, taking Xie Xiangying's originally clear thoughts away bit by bit.Kiss all the way down from the lips and teeth to the neck.

The hand under the brocade robe brushed over the cumbersome clothes, he was not as gentle as before, but a little impatient, like a fire about to burn.

His eyes gradually blurred, and the blessing bells hanging from the eaves were covered with a little snow.

The wind blows and the bell rings, and the heart vibrates with the jade.

Xie Xiangying was a little confused for a moment, whether this lingering affair was a trick of hypocrisy, or the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were looking for an outlet to vent.

He bit Ling Lang's lip, chasing after the tongue that wantonly disturbed his thoughts.

When a heart climbs the ladder, the fingertips draw a reddish mark on the back of the opponent's neck...

"Didn't you say you want to see the lanterns?"

Xie Xiangying pushed Ling Lang's chest away, her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Here we go."

Ling Lang's voice was deep and emotional.He kissed Xie Xiangying's brow, wiped off the dirt on his hands and Xie Xiangying's brocade robe with a handkerchief, put the handkerchief away carefully, and then straightened his clothes and led the people through the long A dark alley.

It was gradually getting dark, and the colorful lanterns everywhere were dizzying.The two, one black and one white, are tall and straight, standing out on the street.

A lot of colorful lanterns are hung under the eaves of the shops on the two roads, and under each lantern is a flower stick wrapped in colored paper.

The peddler who sold flower sticks was yelling. Seeing the two approaching, he quickly raised his head and said, "You two gentlemen, let's draw two flower sticks and see if we can get something good. Our poems are all written by literati. For those who have been consecrated, the husband and wife who get it can guarantee that they will grow old together and love for a lifetime. If the classmate gets it, it can guarantee a smooth career and a worry-free future."

"All literati."

Xie Xiangying took a look at the flower stick above his head, and Ling Lang had already thrown a piece of silver at the stall.

The peddler led the two of them under a hanging lantern and said, "This is the friendship of classmates."

"I want a husband and wife." Ling Lang said in a deep voice.

"Husband and wife?" The peddler glanced at Ling Lang, understood, and hurriedly changed places for the two of them.

"What couples?"

Xie Xiangying quietly twisted Ling Lang's arm.

Ling Lang was in pain, but he was not angry. He just smiled and pulled a flower stick wrapped in colored paper from under the lantern.

"It's the time when the love is strong."

Ling Lang looked at the stick in his hand, and handed it to Xie Xiangying.Xie Xiangying glanced at it, and thought that everyone's literary talents are not very good, and there is no difference between writing poems and Ling Lang's vernacular.

"It's time for this young man to smoke." The peddler reminded.

Xie Xiangying walked around under the eaves full of lanterns, reached out and took out a piece of red paper.The red paper wrapped with the flower stick was opened, and Xie Xiangying was taken aback when he saw the words on the stick.

"What is it?"

This flower lot is full of auspicious words, how can this person look so dignified.

Ling Lang lowered his head to look, but saw this sentence written on the thin bamboo piece.

"True is false and false is true." Ling Lang read this sentence aloud.

"It's when the love is strong, when the truth is false and when the false is true." He repeated the words, and asked the peddler, "Who wrote these two poems?"

The peddler scratched his head: "This, the villain doesn't know, most of them are passing literati, leaving only pen and ink without leaving their names."

Literati have always used their pens for drinking and gambling poetry. Many of the words were copied from the teahouse by the peddler, and I don’t know how to copy such an incomprehensible sentence.

When the peddler saw that Ling Lang was wearing a black robe and Xie Xiangying was wearing a snow-white fox fur cloak, he knew that these two were not ordinary people.He laughed a few times and said: "If you are not satisfied, the villain will give the second son two more lottery."

His posture was very low, for fear of offending any noble son of the official family.

"No need, my love for this gentleman can be learned from the sun and the moon, and it is the 'truth' in that lottery." There was no smile on Ling Lang's face, and his eyes were fixed on Xie Xiangying.

Ling Lang said that his love was true.

The person with half of his face buried in the snow-colored fur looked slightly dazed.Xie Xiangyi didn't speak, just took a pen from the stall and wrote a few lines on the colored paper.

"It is the time when the love is strong.

Once parting and seeing each other lightly, there will always be no time when there is no time.

In the vast rivers and rivers of thousands of miles, it is difficult to walk in the calligraphy of wild goose characters and brocade sentences.

True and false and false and true, every dream is still a dream. "

A few strokes can't be compared with the literary giants, but they turned this ominous line into words of thinking about the king.

Ling Lang looked at the familiar handwriting on the paper, and suddenly felt sore in his heart.In the rush to go north that day, I never said goodbye to Xie Xiangying. From leaving in winter to returning in summer, I haven't seen each other for six months, but I never thought it would be a farewell.

Xie Xiangying has read a lot of poems, and he likes the bold and unrestrained school that lights up the lamp and looks at the sword the most, but I don't know why today's writing is full of complaints and graceful style.

He put down his pen, and the flower lottery dealer applauded repeatedly when he saw these few words.It's not that the writing of this word is so wonderful, it's that the ability to transform poetic sentiments in such a short period of time is really high.

Embody love in poetry.

In six months, Xie Xiangying wrote 37 letters.I let go of the pigeons, went to the post house, and asked the officials who went north to send a letter, but I never got a single word of reply.When Ling Lang used him in the past, he wrote letters every day to ask for his advice, but when he was not used, he was so hard-hearted that he never even sent a greeting.

With nearly ten years of friendship, he regards Northern Qi as his hometown, and he has prepared for Ling Lang.Even if he didn't go to the point of devoting himself to death, he never did anything to offend Bei Qi.

But what about Ling Lang?

Xie Xiangying complained about Ling Lang in his heart, this kind of resentment is usually very subtle, like a pool of still water, although it is not very noticeable, it has a long history and penetrates deep into the flesh and blood.Occasionally, it burst out, only to find that it was not still water, but a monstrous wave hidden deep in my heart, violent and terrifying.

But there was no moment of explosion.He is essentially a very quiet person, unwilling to reveal his feelings to others.I never want to remember bad things, and I am more willing to discover the good in everyone.Ling Lang is different from others, the more Xie Xiangying thinks that this person is intelligent and unmatched, the more he feels that his actions are unforgivable.

He couldn't tolerate his heartless self becoming this person's pawn.

Xie Xiangying looked at the lanterns all over the street and the bustling crowd, and suddenly felt unreal.

Whether he is alive or dead.

"Welcome."

Ling Lang called out, and only then did the person who had fallen into memory come back to his soul.

Xie Xiangying raised his eyes and saw Ling Lang's eyes like a pool of water.This person's eyes were deep, and he couldn't see to the end at a glance, but today, Xie Xiangying saw his own figure in Ling Lang's eyes.

"Shangyuan Festival, let's put up lanterns and pray."

Xie Xiangying heard himself ask, this custom was told to him by Ling Lang when he was in the Eightfold Pagoda.

Hearing the news, the peddler standing on the side hurriedly took out a few river lanterns from the sack under the stall and said, "I have lotus lanterns here, and they look very beautiful on the water. Would you like it, sir?"

Xie Xiangying had already heard what the peddler said, but he didn't look at the peddler, he only looked up at Ling Lang.

There was another ingot of silver on the stall, Ling Lang dropped the silver and still looked at Xie Xiang.

The flower lottery dealer looked at the two of them for a while, then suddenly understood what was going on, he quickly wrapped up a few lanterns and handed them to Ling Lang.

Ling Lang took the lantern and took away the poem written by Xie Xiangying.He has always liked Xie Xiangying's pen and ink, and he can't put it down for the handwriting that others regard as bullshit.Xie Xiangying wrote these words for him today, he had to go back and frame them, and put them on the bedside to read them every day.

The two were walking on the crowded Taiping Street, Xie Xiangying walked all the way, and Ling Lang followed.Whenever Xie Xiangying took a second look at something, Ling Lang threw money at the stall.

Passing by a mutton stall, Ling Lang bought a big bag without thanking Xiangying.The freshly roasted mutton is so fragrant and tempting, Ling Lang specially ordered the shopkeeper to cut it into small pieces suitable for eating.

"I came out in a hurry. Let's go shopping after eating something. This store is very famous on Taiping Street."

When Ling Lang handed over the roasted mutton, he looked like a puppy presenting treasure to its master.Xie Xiangying looked at him, and suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed to have many faces.In the Nanling Temple, this person is a high-ranking, one-of-a-kind emperor, but today he looks more and more like a young boy who goes shopping with his sweetheart.This man treated him like this when he was in the Xipian Hall, with a smile on his face, but sent precious things to his room.

Xie Hengyun once said that Ling Lang was a dangerous person, perhaps in front of Xie Hengyun and the courtiers, Ling Lang was more like an emperor.

Ruthless and gentle, which one is him, or both.

Xie Xiangying didn't quite understand, but he could guess a thing or two.People are multi-faceted, not as single as in the storybook. It is nothing surprising for a cold-faced emperor to be a little gentle in front of his beloved servant.Just like how cruel King Shang Zhou was, he would never use such brutal methods to deal with his beloved Daji.

Thinking of this, Xie Xiangying felt a little relieved, and also a little calm about Ling Lang's easy to accept.Since Ling Lang said that he is the most favored servant, it is understandable for him to be proud of being favored by the servant.

He took the broiled mutton from Ling Lang, but didn't put it in his mouth. He only glanced at Ling Lang and said, "I'm tired."

Ling Lang raised his hands full of things and couldn't drop them, so he said: "There is a tea house in front, and the floats should come over in due time, let's go and wait."

"it is good."

Xie Xiangying raised his hand to his chest, remembered that he didn't have a fan in his hand, and suddenly put it down again.

Seeing Xie Xiangying's actions, Ling Lang squinted his eyes, and was very honest for a while, and did not make any more intimacy with him like in Qingjingzhai.

The two went to the teahouse and reserved a table on the second floor to enjoy the view.Xie Xiangying leaned on the railing and turned to look at the crowded crowd downstairs.

It wasn't until the float came that Xie Xiangying found out that this year's Flower God is actually a lotus again.Zhao Wang once said that the flower god is changed every year, and it takes twelve rounds to dress up. Why is it still a lotus this year.

Xie Xiangying looked back at Ling Lang, Ling Lang opened his lips and said, "Since three years ago, this float has only lotus flowers."

Seeing that Xie Xiangying tilted his head, Ling Lang said again: "It's mine."

It turns out that this person really likes lotus flowers.

Xie Xiangying lowered his brows and eyes slightly, and Ling Lang on the opposite side spoke again.

"I don't like lotus."

When Ling Lang said these words, Xie Xiangying once wondered if the bell Zhuo Ying gave him was bound to Ling Lang, otherwise, how could Ling Lang know what he was thinking.

"I like the person who pretends to be a lotus flower."

Ling Lang's eyes were burning, staring straight at the person in front of him.

Xie Xiangying was taken aback for a moment, Ling Lang is in a showdown, isn't he going to play that romantic drama with him?What is this man saying to his favorite servant?

"But I don't know what he thinks, do you think he thinks the same as me?"

Ling Lang looked at Xie Xiangying with a smile, but Xie Xiangying didn't reply, he just lowered his head and looked at the Flower God downstairs.

Xie Xiangying always avoids questions that he doesn't want to answer.

On the flower chariot is a graceful woman, holding a flower in one hand and a copper bell in the other.Xie Xiangying looked at the woman's movements and suddenly felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Xiangying is going to become dumb again." Ling Lang asked.

"You knew me..."

"Yes, I know that your eyes never lie. I know that your love and affection are fake, but I can't help but convince myself."

Going to court during the day, accompanied by a beautiful woman who thinks about it day and night at night, why not do it.While Ling Lang planned this, he felt ridiculous at the same time.But he has nothing to do, there is always a solution to the world's affairs, no matter how big or small, as long as he starts to do it, but Xie Xiangying is a difficult problem that he has never solved in his life.

He even suspected that one day Xie Xiangying wanted his life, and he would give it with both hands.Fortunately, this person is the most soft-hearted, so he must be reluctant to hurt him.

"You were not like this before, because why are you alienating me so much." Ling Lang asked him.

The hatred in Xie Xiangying's eyes cannot be concealed, Ling Lang can accept that this person avoids him, but he does not accept this kind of unreasonable hatred.

Anyone in this world can hate him, except Xie Xiangying.

Xie Xiangying didn't say anything. Most of the time, it wasn't that he had nothing to say, but that he didn't know how to express it. He was very confused, but he still had to stay awake and do what he needed to do.

"I..." Xie Xiangying opened his lips, and finally closed them again.

"Want some snacks? The shop you like is nearby." Ling Lang asked suddenly.

Xie Xiangying looked at Ling Lang and nodded.Maybe they both needed a moment to think, and he had to think about how to say it.

"You're not leaving, are you?"

The light in Ling Lang's eyes flickered slightly, and there was some pleading in expectation.

Xie Xiangying nodded and said, "I won't leave, I haven't released the river lantern yet."

After seeing Ah Zhao, he will come back and tell him what has troubled him for a long time.Even if Ling Lang really wanted to harm him, he still had to know the truth.

"Then I'm leaving now, it's okay, wait for me here."

Ling Lang shunned the snow-white fur on the cloak for Xie Xiangying, turned around and went downstairs.

Xie Xiangying didn't get up until the person was out of sight.

He didn't know if Liu Rumei had handed things into the Prince Regent's Mansion, but he came out with great difficulty, so he had to go and have a look before he could rest assured.

Xie Xiangying went to the back alley. In the dark alley, he saw the man who was always silent and confused.

"Ah Zhao." Xie Xiangying called out.

Ah Zhao turned around, and was taken aback when he saw the snow-white man.He was like a fox treading snow, so similar to the previous man, but completely different.

"It may be unbelievable, but I am the regent." Xie Xiangying cut to the chase without explaining too much.

"You are Your Highness."

Ah Zhao knew that Master Xie and Ling Qingyun were the same person, but he couldn't believe that the young man in front of him would be the regent.

Time was running out, Xie Xiang greeted Ah Zhao with a frown and asked him: "Where is your sister Ying, I remember that I died on a horse, who sent the body to the palace."

He was anxious to know about it.

Hearing these questions that no one else would know, Ah Zhao spit out from the mouth of a stranger, stunned for a moment, and replied: "It's Jiang Ji."

"Jiang Ji?"

Isn't this person in Tanglin?

A Zhao said: "His Majesty's horse was brought back by Miss Jiang Ji at nightfall. It was the servant and Sister Zhuoying who put the young master's body back on the couch in the West Side Hall overnight. No one else knew about it."

"So, Senior Jiang Ji also knows that I am the Regent, but what about Zhuo Ying..."

According to what Ah Zhao said, Zhuo Ying was still alive after his death.

Hearing this, Ah Zhao's eyes were filled with water vapor, he choked up a few times and said: "The morning when His Highness's body was put into the coffin, Sister Ying didn't wake up, the servant went to her room to call, and found that she was no longer alive gone."

"I'm out of breath."

Xie Xiangying's eyes were bloodshot, Zhuo Ying was right, once he died, this girl would not be able to survive.

"Where is she buried?" If Zhuo Ying died, she must have kept it secret in order to hide her death.

Ah Zhao wiped his nose, and said: "There is no burial, the human body is now in the secret room of the palace. Sister Ying said when she sent His Highness's body to Xie's Mansion, no matter what, His Highness's soul must be called back. Miss Jiang Ji Remembering this sentence, every big or small festival, I will perform spirit summoning in the place where the Highness has been."

"Spiritualism."

So, for the past three years, Jiang Ji has been summoning his soul.

Ah Zhao nodded and said: "Miss Jiang is a saint of Wulai Kingdom, she is quite proficient in such magic. Last year, during the summer night of Chinese Valentine's Day, Miss Jiang summoned the soul again in the Huihui Building, and she said that she felt that His Highness's soul still remained. In the world, but because it is thousands of miles away, it cannot be recalled."

"Thousands of miles away." It was indeed thousands of miles away, and he was still in the imperial city of Yan Kingdom at that time.

"When did senior Jiang Ji summon her soul?"

Xie Xiangying asked him.

Ah Zhao said: "We have recruited for Qiqiao Festival on Qixi Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Xiayuan Festival and New Year's Eve. This year, it's time to go to Shangyuan Festival."

Among the big and small festivals in the Northern Qi Dynasty, these few are the most valued.

"Shangyuan Festival, did she go to summon the soul today?"

Xie Xiangying's face changed. Such a person who was sent to Dongling, after returning to the Northern Qi Dynasty, went around calling for souls. If someone found out, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Yes, it's on the float."

"Floats."

Xie Xiangying froze on the spot, no wonder Fang found the movements of the people on the float so familiar, so it turned out that they were not praying for blessings, but evoking their souls.

"Go stop her and let her leave. I have already arrived in Beiqi, so I don't need to summon any more souls. Tell her to leave as soon as possible, as far as possible, and never come back."

Xie Xiangying was a little anxious, and spit out a lot of words like a cannonball.

This chariot passed by thousands of people, including spies from the Prince's Mansion.The movements of the spirit summoning technique are exactly the same, so they will definitely be recognized.When the Shang Yuan prayed for the soul of the dead, the nobles of the Northern Qi Dynasty would not let her go.

"Your Highness, Miss Jiang Ji is the most confident that the ghosts of the Lantern Festival will be attached to their homeland."

"I'm back, go!"

Xie Xiangying's voice was a little louder, which startled Ah Zhao.

"The slave is going here."

It was the first time Ah Zhao saw Xie Xiangying so angry, he nodded and ran out of the alley.

Xie Xiangying closed his eyes, there was a lot of voices in the distance, but his heart was silent.Witchcraft is a taboo in every country. Once Jiang Ji is discovered, she will be tortured by words and deeds.I hope Ah Zhao can take this person away as soon as possible after Huashen parade.

People came out of the alley and hurried to the teahouse.He had been away for a long time, and Ling Lang had probably returned.

Xie Xiangying walked through the crowded streets.

When he was about to reach the teahouse, he saw the person holding the snack bag in front of the door, sitting on the stone stone and waiting.His complexion was serious, like a lost puppy waiting for his master to pick him up.

Xie Xiangying looked at Ling Lang, and suddenly felt that the child looked a little pitiful, so he raised his arm and waved to Ling Lang.

"Ling—"

Before the words came out, his lips were suddenly covered, Xie Xiangying struggled desperately, but the drug passed through the nasal cavity and went straight to the lungs.

Soon, the person's body softened.

In front of the teahouse, Ling Lang's eyes fell on every passing man in white. Every time he raised his head with hope, he always lowered his head in disappointment.

Xie Xiangying said that he would wait for him, why did this person break his promise.

Xie Xiangying slept for a long time, and woke up countless times during the period, but couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep again.

Ling Lang was still waiting for him, he had to go back.

Xie Xiangying thought of this, and bit his tongue hard.Blood spilled from his mouth, and the severe pain made him wake up quickly.

There were footsteps in my ears, and several people were whispering.

"Brother, where is this person going to be sent?"

"Let's go to the south, find a place to sell it, and the other side gave a lot of money, saying that this person will never come back."

"Why don't you sell it in a flower house?"

"As long as you are alive, you have a chance to come back. In my opinion, after the ship goes further away, you should kill him. It's all over."

"Brother still understands."

"Take people's money, that's it."

……

He's on board!

Xie Xiangying let his heart sink as soon as possible in the dark, this man has a clear goal, and what he wants is Xie Xiangying's life.From what these two people said, they should be the killers who work at the bottom.

Xie Xiangying took a deep breath and listened quietly to the movement outside the house. There were the sounds of silk and bamboo and the sounds of men and women laughing on the boat, like a boat.When the ship leaves the shore, there will be inspectors from the Supervision Institute. This group of people should want to use the whore's painting boat to send him out.

I don't know how long he was in a coma, and where the ship came to.Since it is a painting boat, it should not leave Shengjing.

Xie Xiangying waited quietly, and soon heard a familiar voice.

"Who is on this ship?" It was the voice of Mu Qingzhou, the envoy of the Supervisory Academy.

Xie Xiangying straightened his neck, his mouth was not blocked, and tried to speak, but found that he couldn't speak.

I was very anxious, but my hands and feet were tied up in the sack, and there was nothing I could do.

"My lord, of course the one on this boat is a girl." The boy on the boat bent over and said respectfully to Mu Qingzhou.

Mu Qingzhou looked up, only to see a boat full of jade bodies, and many people were having fun.

The guard behind him said a few words in his ear, Mu Qingzhou frowned, and said to the guard beside him: "There is an order from above to arrest the bandits, and all ships leaving the shore will be searched, you watch, I will go to Taiping Street one trip."

"Yes, my lord, go slowly." After the guard said, Mu Qingzhou had already mounted his horse and left.

Xie Xiangying was as anxious as a grasshopper on a hot pot. He took a deep breath, fell to the ground, and bumped his head against the wooden floor. The "bang bang" sounds were not small, but they couldn't compare to the noisy silk and bamboo sounds. .

The guard on the shore was merciless, and was about to take the people under his command to board the ship, when the boy suddenly stuffed something into the guard's sleeve.

"My lord, let's be flexible, we can't get on the table in these businesses. If we check again..."

The guard weighed the silver tael in his hand, laughed a few times, raised the knife in his hand and said: "I'm not going to be an example, take your boat and go."

"Thank you, Mr. Jun, let's sail!"

The boy yelled, the boat drew anchor and gradually moved away from the river bank.

"My lord, Mr. Mu said..."

"Master Mu, it's a fart. If you have the ability, let the emperor come and check it yourself." The leading guard glared at the man, and was about to go back, when he suddenly saw two figures coming on horseback from a distance.

It was Ling Lang and Mu Qingzhou who rode the wind and galloped towards the shore.

Before the horse stopped, Ling Lang jumped off and walked to the shore in three steps at a time.

Looking at the boat not far away with black and gloomy eyes, he asked, "Who let this boat go."

"This..." The guard immediately knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, the servant has checked carefully, and there is no one you mentioned above. Besides, this is a search boat, who can hide anyone?"

"Searched."

Ling Lang stared at the wide river, his eyes gradually sank.

Xie Xiangying wanted to leave, but he never stopped him.

The singing and dancing on the painting boat stopped for a while, and Xie Xiangying's ears fell silent for a while. He leaned against the wall and focused all his strength on the throat that made the sound.

"Ling Lang—"

This shout with all its strength was completely covered by the sound of firecrackers suddenly exploding from the shore, only alarming the servants on the boat.

Ling Lang watched the boat gradually go away, and turned around slowly.

"Who exactly is His Majesty looking for?" Mu Qingzhou asked.

In Ling Lang's hand was the Tongxin Luo dropped by Xie Xiangying, the scarlet orb shining brightly in the night.

Suddenly, Xie Xiangying frowned.He turned around and snatched the special longbow from the guard beside him.

There was flammable gunpowder on the tip of the bow and arrow, Ling Lang brushed the arrow over the torch, and hit the high-hanging sail of the painting boat with one arrow.

The canvas was flammable, and for a while the flames on the river surged into the sky, illuminating the shore completely.

"Your Majesty, this is you."

Ling Lang stared at the boat, and said: "The pleasure boats for people are never set with sails, and that boat must travel a long way."

"This……"

Mu Qingzhou understood Ling Lang's meaning in an instant, and with the order "Board the boat", several guards on the bank jumped into the river.

Ling Lang couldn't wait for the boat to be moored back, so he dived into the water.

After a short while, people from the Metropolitan Procuratorate boarded the boat.

"Search."

The faces of the people under the firelight were gloomy, not as gentle and youthful as they were on Taiping Street.

All around were business girls and young masters who wanted to jump into the water, Ling Lang led Mu Qingzhou all the way to the warehouse below the deck.

The torch illuminated the warehouse, and sure enough, a man with a sack was found in the corner.

"Welcome."

Feeling relieved, Ling Lang raised the dagger and walked towards Xie Xiangying.

He cut open the sack, and by the light of the fire, he saw clearly the stupefied person.

"Welcome, I knew you wouldn't leave."

Ling Lang's hand fell on Xie Xiangying's dusty face, and suddenly, Xie Xiangying's head fell into his palm.

The person in front of him was lifeless, as if his soul had been taken out of him.Like a puppet cutting a thread, without any support, his gaze was fixed in one place, only blood slowly slipped from the corner of his mouth.

True and false and false and true, every dream is still a dream.

Looking at the person in front of him, Ling Lang was extremely calm.He now has some doubts whether the lingering days of meeting Xie Xiangying in the Nanling Temple would be a sweet dream.

The little fox who came out to meet him in the snow, and the person who acted coquettishly on the couch and refused to drink the bitter medicine soup, were they all his illusions?

Maybe Xie Xiangying didn't come back at all.

"Thank you for your welcome..."

The simple three words uttered in Ling Lang's throat extremely difficultly. He looked at Xie Xiangying with a distraught look like a lonely bird abandoned by the one he loves.

"Your Majesty, who is he?" Mu Qingzhou asked.

Ling Lang gently picked up the person on the ground, and uttered a word with difficulty.

"He stole something from me."

"steal……"

Mu Qingzhou watched Ling Lang slowly lead him out of the warehouse.

The cold wind is bitter, like a sharp blade, cutting a person's heart with a knife.

The lights illuminate both sides of the strait like daytime, and the Shangyuan Festival is a time for family reunion, and there are sounds of firecrackers everywhere, but Ling Lang's eyes are full of chaos, and there is no light in his eyes.

Xie Xiangying heard the sound of copper bells again, accompanied by the sound of drums.

He seemed to see a woman in red, ringing bells and beating drums in the drum tower under the temple.

The rhythm of the drum sound is very special, like beating on the human heart.

"Soul, soul, why don't you go back to your hometown."

Xie Xiangying heard what the man said, so he came back along the familiar road.

In the west side hall, a mouthful of old blood that was stuck in his chest spewed out. At the same time, another person who had been sleeping for three years also slowly opened his eyes.

Xie Xiangying breathed in the stale air.When he looked up, his eyes were filled with darkness. With the experience of the first time, Xie Xiangying was not surprised that he woke up again.Is he possessing a blind person? Why can't he see anything?

Xie Xiangying wanted to get up, but his forehead was hit by a wooden board.

He touched around with his hands, and suddenly realized that he was probably in a coffin.

It was too late, otherwise he wouldn't have been buried. He didn't know how long it had been since he woke up this time. He didn't want to die for three years and three years.

Xie Xiangying groped the coffin wall with his hand, and suddenly touched a familiar mechanism.He turned the thing vigorously, only to hear a "clang", and a cold thing fell down.

That dagger was like an ax and a knife.

This is his coffin, Xie Xiangying suppressed the joy in his heart, and used the dagger to pry open the coffin from the gap.

The coffin was not sealed, and Xie Xiangying pushed it open together with the outermost heavy coffin.

Xie Xiangying sat up, only to realize that he was in the West Side Hall.

The West Side Hall of Tongyou Hall, the place where he lived for many days, is very strange now.

He raised his eyes, and his eyes were filled with bright red wedding silk, even the burning candles on the table were vermilion.

Ling Lang, this is...

Xie Xiangying was stunned in the coffin, he lowered his head and found that he was wearing a red wedding dress.Gold threads cross each other, weaving a looming dragon on the hem.

Xie Xiangying jumped out of the coffin. He carefully looked at the Xipian Hall where he once lived, and was stunned again when he walked in front of the bronze mirror.

His appearance was exactly the same as three years ago, only the golden crown on his hair was unique and exquisite that he had never seen before.

A thought came to Xie Xiangying's mind, perhaps, he is not Zhang Nianru's substitute.

When did Ling Lang start thinking about him like this?Xie Xiangying recalled his usual teaching to Ling Lang, and for a moment did not know what went wrong.

In the Prince Regent's Mansion, the woman with a lotus painting on her face was being hurriedly dragged into the secret room by Ah Zhao.

"What are you pulling me for? I'm summoning my soul." Jiang Ji looked at Ah Zhao, wondering when a normally silent person became so assertive.

Ah Zhao closed the door of the secret room, and then said to Jiang Ji: "Your Highness said, if you are discovered during the Shangyuan Festival, it will be a disaster. He told you to pack your things and leave Beiqi as soon as possible. The farther the better."

"Your Highness, which Highness?" Jiang Ji saw Ah Zhao's eyes dodging, and asked him, "Is Ling Qingyun back?"

"Yes……"

Ah Zhao didn't know whether he should tell Jiang Ji about this, since the two backbones from the Prince Regent's Mansion are dead, Jiang Ji has been secretly maintaining this Nuoda Palace, this person has done so many things for the Palace, probably wouldn't It's important to tell others.

After thinking for a while, Ah Zhao still told the whole story in the alley.

There wasn't much surprise on Jiang Ji's face, she just thought about it for a moment.The charming eyes drooped slightly, and it took a long time before he said: "Stop summoning souls, go to Huihui Building and tell my apprentice, I will leave early tomorrow morning, let him continue to hide in the building, and wait for Ling Qingyun to come back. Also, remember to call him Listen to your prince."

Xie Xiangying was about to come back, Xie Yin was already dead, Xie Xiangying wanted to return to Northern Qi, either he would use a new identity, or he would still be the regent.No matter which one, this person will definitely come to the Prince Regent's Mansion again, and he must have been threatened by someone for his refusal to show up for such a long time.

Jiang Ji was thinking about where to go when suddenly there was a coughing sound from the inner room.

"Miss Ying."

A Zhao reacted earlier than Jiang Ji, he turned and went to the inner room, but saw the person in the apricot-colored clothes, looking up at the hanging candle on the top of the secret room.

"Miss Ying."

Ah Zhao flew over and knelt beside Zhuo Ying's couch.

Zhuoying looked at the person in front of her, and it took a long time for her indifferent expression to ease.

"When is it?"

Zhuo Ying wasn't too surprised when she woke up, she lowered her eyes and suddenly found that Ah Zhao's face seemed much more mature than before.

"Sister Ying has been sleeping for three years." Ah Zhao reminded.

Three years, she has slept for three years, so Xie Yin's body has a new soul after three years.

Zhuoying's gaze narrowed slightly, as if planning for the future.

On Taiping Street, people in gray gowns were running wildly in the night.

Xie Xiangying escaped from the palace.He changed his servant's clothes, restored the coffin to its unopened state, and got out under the slop truck that was about to leave the palace.

Something important must have happened tonight, the whole Tongyou Palace was deserted, so he was allowed to leave the palace in confusion.

Xie Xiangying ran while thinking about where he was going.

Legs were faster than brains and Xie Xiangying arrived at the destination. He stood in front of the Prince Regent's Mansion, and before he could recover, he was taken down by the guards at the door twisting his arms.

"Who is sneaky!"

The guard was so strong that he pushed Xie Xiangying to the ground.

Xie Xiangying yelled "pain" a few times, and explained: "I am a relative of your housekeeper."

"Relative, our housekeeper is the son of a criminal minister. His whole family has been exiled outside the Great Wall, and he is the only one who died. Where did he come from? I think you are the bandit that His Majesty wants to arrest. I will send you to the official right away!" "

"Can't see the official, can't see the official!"

When Xie Xiangying heard that the guard was going to see him off, he shouted quickly.

The guard grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, Xie Xiangying regretted it for a moment, he would have come from the secret room of the Jiaorong Inn if he had known.

This person doesn't know Xie Yin, but the officials in the Shengjing Yamen do.Xie Yin has been dead for three years, and his appearance in front of his colleagues will scare people to death.

"Can't see the officer."

Xie Xiangying was very persistent, and the fan in his chest fell out of the hidden pocket and landed on the snow in a moment of excitement.

The guard held Xie Xiangying in one hand, picked up the fan with the other, looked at the fan with the tassel missing, and said firmly: "If you get the stolen goods, you will still say that you are not a thief. I don't think you need to see the official. Let's go north."