After the death of the villain

"Master..."

Ling Lang called out, but the people beside him did not answer him.

Ling Lang looked at the road ahead and asked him, "Why didn't you come to me?"

Xie Xiangying stayed in that courtyard for so long, he would rather be poor than recognize him.Even face to face, it is still like a stranger, why.

Xie Xiangying glanced at the slowly receding scenery beside him, and remained silent for a long time.What's the use of finding it? Right now it's just a little more difficult. If I go to Shengjing, I don't know if I will survive.

In Ling Lang's mind, Northern Qi was the most important.

"Do you have to have an answer?" Xie Xiangying said.

Ling Lang was silent for a moment, then said: "I want to know, you said before that you would not leave."

Xie Xiangying took a deep breath: "What will happen if you leave? You haven't lived well without me."

"It's not the same. If I lose the emperor's teacher, it's like losing the light of the sky."

Mo Ran's eyes were full of sorrow, Ling Lang looked at Xie Xiangying, at this figure who was close in front of his eyes but seemed far away in the sky.

When Xie Xiangying heard this sentence, he couldn't help but smiled: "Ling Lang, there is no one in this world who can't live without someone. The so-called longing is just that the time is not long enough. If you can't forget in three years, just come for another three years, three years and three years." This year, there are many good people in this world, you will always meet someone better, and then forget me, and I will eventually forget you. You have something to do, and so do I. Wouldn't it be nice to go our separate ways?"

"Do not."

He will not forget Xie Xiangying, nor will he allow Xie Xiangying to forget him.He would rather never have seen this person than lose it after getting it.

"Emperor Master, what if I can't forget you?" Ling Lang asked him.

"Then think about it." Xie Xiangying had a faint sad smile on his face, he looked at Ling Lang and said, "Xie Yin died a long time ago, and you were not by his side when he died."

Xie Xiangying remembered that the dew was heavy in the early morning and the flowers bloomed beautifully. It was a very good weather.

"You're blaming me."

"Yes, how can I not blame it."

When the news of Ling Lang's death came from Dong Ling's mouth, he wished he could die with Ling Lang.He made a complete plan, and even planned to protect this land with his own blood.But from beginning to end, this death scene was carefully planned by Ling Lang.

This person who said he likes him and can't live without him always sees him in danger alone, never willing to change his plan for him.

He believed in Ling Lang many times, and the last time he even shot himself to death in order to let him have no worries. Isn't that enough?

Xie Xiangying's eyes were a little sore, and there was a cold wind blowing by his ears, but no matter how cold the wind was, it couldn't resist the chill at this moment.

He raised his eyes, and looked at Ling Lang with eyes full of tears: "You will never choose me."

Ling Lang's heart ached from this look.

It's not that he doesn't have it, but he can't. If he puts all his eggs in one basket to protect Xie Xiangying, Northern Qi will fall from then on. If there is no Northern Qi, how can he be able to protect Xie Xiangying again as a prisoner?

He can't give up on the future just for a moment's embrace.

"It's my fault, I have never been able to achieve both."

Ling Lang has hatred in his heart, but he has never regretted it. He does not regret his preparations. The only thing he hates is that he has never been able to protect Xie Xiangying.

When he and Xie Xiangying had no love in their hearts, they could shed their blood for Bei Qi, and there was love in their hearts. It was the same, nothing could change it.

There is a family and a country before you and me.It's not that I don't love, but after weighing the left and right, the best result.

"You have no way to achieve both, and I don't expect you to come up with it. Go back, go back to Shengjing and be your emperor. You are a good emperor. After many years, I will sing praises to you with the people of Jiaolan County. "

Xie Xiangying gradually calmed down, he was glad that he was always sober, he had already passed the age of being impulsive for such things as love.He's not very Ling Lang, Ling Lang is doing the right thing, he's just a little tired.

"Emperor Master, I am only 23 years old, and there are many years left in the rest of my life. I won't be like this forever. I will definitely be able to..."

"What will you be able to do, will you be able to protect me?"

Xie Xiangying didn't want to listen to such empty words anymore, and if he promised a lot, the promises would no longer have any credibility.He looked at Ling Lang's sincere and heart-warming eyes, and said in a deep voice, "You are just relying on me as a man. If I were a girl and became your concubine, and then I was robbed and sent to the fourth enemy camp Yueyu, do you know what will happen?"

"Master..."

"I'll be what you call a military prostitute."

Xie Xiangying's heart ached, in this world, good-looking men and women are the same to the attackers, they are all playthings.His ridiculous innocence, which Ling Lang cared about, was bought with death after death.Every time I came back to life, it was like being drained of blood from my whole body.Ling Lang said that he was sad, but how could he feel better.

"You can't promise me anything, and I don't want your promise. Ling Lang, maybe I liked you for a moment, but it doesn't matter anymore. People can't die without love, but without money."

Xie Xiangying looked at Ling Lang, his heavy heart was gradually relieved, and he finally finished what he wanted to say.

The two sitting in the donkey cart were silent for a long time.

In the icy wind, Xie Xiangying heard a small voice.

"Leave me alone, I have money."

Xie Xiangying looked back and saw Ling Lang who was leading the donkey cart with his head bowed.This man looked devastated, just like the boy who was waiting for him sitting in front of the restaurant a few years ago.

"As you please."

Xie Xiangying didn't pay attention to this sentence.Ling Lang is a person in a high position, he can stay for a day or two, but it is absolutely impossible to stay for a long time.One day he will return to Northern Qi and marry another lady from the general's family to win people's hearts.

He will make a good emperor.

Xie Xiangying's eyes fell on the purse tied around his waist, and his heart was suddenly withdrawn.

When the two returned home, it was already dark, and Ling Lang went to the posthouse on the way, bringing some thick clothes.

Qi Fengchi was playing with Xie Ying in the yard, when he heard movement outside the yard, he was about to go over to help unload the goods, when he saw Ling Lang walking in with big and small bags of rice and noodles.

"Xiangying, didn't you say you wanted to send him away? Why is this man back again?" Qi Fengchi asked Xie Xiangying when he saw him coming over.

Xie Xiangying didn't look at Ling Lang, but said helplessly: "He wants to come by himself, I can't stop him."

In this world, no one can stop Ling Lang.

Qi Fengchi thought about the meaning of these words, and he didn't regain his strength for a long time.There's nothing that can't be stopped, don't let these two people get into an awkward situation.

When Lin Shuang came out, she saw Ling Lang packing up her things, she smiled and said nothing, and only took Xie Ying back to the house.

Xie Xiangying looked at the people who were busy tidying up, and ignored him. He just hugged his quilt and prepared to go to Qi Fengchi's room.

"Emperor Master, where are you going?" Ling Lang asked.

Xie Xiangying glanced at the door and said, "This room is left to you."

"I……"

The broom in Ling Lang's hand fell to the ground, and the man's waist also bent down, looking very painful.

"Are you suffering from a heart attack?"

Xie Xiangying looked at him coldly, and saw that there was a thin layer of sweat on the man's forehead, and realized that something might really be wrong with him.

He put the quilt back into the room, helped Ling Lang to the couch, took the candle near him and untied his clothes.

A lot of blood oozes from the wound wrapped in muslin.

"Why didn't you say it earlier." Looking at it like this, it seems that he broke away during the fight at the street corner.

"I didn't feel it just now, but it hurts as soon as you left." Ling Lang was quite aggrieved.

"Don't be rude."

It's like he can't live without talking about something for a day.

Xie Xiang stood up and was about to leave when Ling Lang grabbed his sleeve suddenly: "Where are you going?"

"Call me Lang Zhong."

After Xie Xiangying finished speaking, Ling Lang released him.

When Qi Fengchi came over, Ling Lang was waiting with half of his arms bare in the room without any heat.

Before, he was too busy treating the wound and didn't take a good look at it. Now, looking carefully, this uncle Zhou Yan is indeed in good shape, no wonder he was able to toss all night.

Qi Fengchi applied medicine to Ling Lang, wrapped the fine cloth tightly, and couldn't help asking him, "Uncle, do you also practice martial arts?"

"Xi..." Ling Lang said one word.

Qi Fengchi thought that this person was quite cold, but he was not afraid of the coldest person, he looked at the wound on Ling Lang's chest, and sighed: "Just by looking at it, you have been on the battlefield. I heard that people who practice martial arts The needs are particularly high, why do you say, aren't you tired enough on weekdays?"

"That aspect." Ling Lang glanced at Xie Xiangying.

Xie Xiangying saw that Qi Fengchi was about to ask something else, so he hurriedly lifted him up: "It's time to sleep, Mr. Qi."

"Hey, I'll go by myself."

The people who were kicked out were depressed for a while, so they just asked, these two people are really stingy.

Xie Xiangying's cheeks turned a little crimson, he took the clothes from the side of the couch and covered Ling Lang's body: "Stop drying your meat here."

Seeing that Xie Xiangying turned his head away, Ling Lang only asked, "You don't like it?"

"I……"

In all fairness, he really didn't hate him, who could hate Ling Lang with his body.

Seeing that Xie Xiangying didn't speak, Ling Lang begged: "Stay here, it's cold in this room, and it's even colder on the couch. I'll warm your bed."

"Xiao Qi doctor can also warm the bed."

"It's different." Ling Lang looked at Xie Xiangying and smiled, "It's warm in my arms."

"Who cares about you."

Xie Xiangying turned around and took a few pieces of charcoal from under the table, and threw them into the stove with the kindling.

After finally burning the charcoal red, Xie Xiangying stared at the stove, suddenly lost the intention to go out again.Qi Fengchi's couch is small, if he goes over there, both of them will definitely not be able to sleep well.

"Go inside." Xie Xiangying said.

Ling Lang obediently moved the place. Seeing that Xie Xiangying had taken another quilt, he didn't speak, just quietly watched him make the bed.

Xie Xiangying got ready, still sleeping with his back to Ling Lang.

Ling Lang glanced at the silent man, and asked him, "Master Emperor, I have something to ask you."

Hearing Ling Lang's tone, Xie Xiangying reckoned that he wanted to talk about something serious, so he ignored him.

Ling Lang said to himself: "I plan to let the imperial court issue silver bills to make it easier for traders to do business. I went to Yuejiazhuang to see the paper a few days ago, and the paper is really good. I want to take the papermaking technology of Yuejiazhuang into the imperial court's possession." , In this way, the paper material of the bank note is solved. This bank note is the most taboo to counterfeit, why not draw some cumbersome lines on it, and then stamp it with the seals of the various prefectures, do you think it is good?"

Xie Xiangying heard Ling Lang's thoughtful thoughts, turned around and glanced at him and said, "This is not very good."

In this way, it is not easy to cheat. Ling Lang is really smart. He only mentioned the paper material before, and Ling Lang even thought about what to draw on it.

"I want you to draw that pattern."

"Me?" Xie Xiangying likes to draw those precise drawings, but he dare not agree to such important things as bank notes.

"Try to draw a few pictures, and I will show them to the tax department."

"Don't tell them I painted it." Xie Xiangying didn't want to leave his name in the history of the Northern Qi Dynasty anymore. The spies from various countries are all very smart, and he might be seen by someone else when he shows off.

"it is good."

Seeing that Xie Xiangying did not refute, Ling Lang curled his lips slightly.

After Xie Xiangying said this, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The charcoal burned in the stove was not good, and it could not warm the house at all.

Before Ling Lang fell asleep at night, the person sleeping next to him suddenly rolled into his arms.

It turned out that Xie Xiangying kicked his quilt and came to snatch him.People tend to get warmer in winter, Xie Xiangying found a comfortable place, buried his face in Ling Lang's chest, and fell asleep even more.

Ling Lang picked up the quilt that Xie Xiangying kicked away and covered the two of them. The two quilts were folded into one bed. Ling Lang tightened the corner of the quilt behind Xie Xiangying, and was about to close his eyes when a hand suddenly fell under his shirt.

"Master..."

Ling Lang thought the man had woken up, and only after he called out did he realize that Xie Xiangying's action was subconscious after a deep sleep.

It's really hot there, and it's not impossible to warm your hands.It's just... If Xie Xiangying uses more strength, he won't be able to sleep tonight.

Ling Lang tried to back away from his body, but he had no choice but to get closer to the enemy, the more he backed away, the tighter his boneless hands gripped it.

There is no other way but to let this person go.

Xie Xiangying was leaning comfortably in Ling Lang's arms, maybe because the clothes were warm, the sleeping person pulled his underwear with one hand and stuck it into his arms like that.

Ling Lang watched quietly, but couldn't say anything.

If Xie Xiangying wakes up tomorrow and finds that his clothes have not been passed on, he has to blame himself for the incident.

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Here we come, April is divided into weekends, at least three days a day, and it will end slowly√