What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

Under such gaze, Xue Qing froze, not knowing how to react.

The tragic wailing of the men beside them who had their tongues pulled out kept ringing in their ears, and the strong smell of blood tangled in their nostrils.

The people around were afraid to speak, or it was commonplace, and they all held their noses and took a few steps back, as if they didn't want to be tainted by the smell of blood.

These few whisperers who had their tongues pulled out obviously came from other places, or they were not clear about the current situation.

Now the people of Qiantang City dare not offend the car of Prince Ning, who holds great power, even if they raise their eyes and look directly at it.

Prince Ning's prestige has long been known.

Someone once looked up at the prince's face when Prince Ning's car passed by, so he was gouged out by the prince's guards.

Since then, no one dared to disrespect Prince Ning's son.

Xue Bai, who was beside Xue Qing, keenly sensed something was wrong, she raised her eyes to see Ning Shizi's eyes, and then took a step forward to block Xue Qing.

The rumored Ning Shizi knew Qingqing?

But obviously, this is not a good thing.

Ning Wuyang's cold gaze finally shifted from Xue Qing to Xue Bai, but he only glanced lightly, and seemed to have lost interest.

He casually withdrew his gaze.

Prince Ning's car continued to move forward.

It wasn't until the mighty group of people disappeared from sight that the flow of people around them dared to start flowing again.

As if nothing had happened, only the men whose tongues had been pulled out covered their bleeding mouths and fled in embarrassment.

Xue Qing's tense back suddenly relaxed, almost breaking out in a cold sweat.

The gaze of Ning Wuyang in front of him was like a cold poisonous snake, hunched over and watching in the dark, as if it would shoot out in the next second, he opened his mouth to show his fangs and rushed towards him.

It seems that as long as you are caught, you will die.

Obviously he is the real snake, but now it is obvious that this Ning Wuyang is more like a poisonous snake than him!

Xue Qing wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead with his sleeve.

Fortunately, Ning Wuyang didn't have an attack, he just gave them a cold look, and then continued to move forward slowly.

But when I think about it now, I still have lingering fears in my heart.

"Does he know you?"

Xue Bai turned around and asked Xue Qing.

Xue Qing's froze face hadn't fully recovered yet, and he replied, "I met you a few times in Lingyin Temple."

It is true that I have only met so few times, but each time is not pleasant.

Ning Wuyang always harbored unknown malice towards him.

Maybe it has something to do with Fahai.

Before, he couldn't understand Ning Wuyang's inexplicable targeting. After all, he felt at that time that Ning Wuyang was really like a dog, and not everyone liked that smelly monk.

As a result, he is really fragrant now.

"How is your father doing recently?"

Walking to the gate of the palace, Ning Wuyang dismounted, and someone immediately led the tall horse aside.

"Back to the prince, the prince has become much more energetic recently, and he is talking about the prince."

The servant bowed and replied respectfully.

In fact, the old prince was on the verge of death and had been bedridden for more than a month.

Even the imperial doctor sent by His Majesty could only shake his head and sigh after he came for consultation.

And the clever servants in the palace had already seen the direction of the wind and who was the real master.

Taking off the gloves on his hands, Ning Wuyang went straight to the old prince's bedroom.

Ignoring the salute of the maid at the door, he opened the door directly.

As soon as you enter the room, there is a heavy smell of traditional Chinese medicine, the windows are tightly covered, and the complicated curtains are covered layer by layer, making it oppressive and gloomy, making it suffocating.

"Ahem—" A dull cough came from the bed.

Ning Wuyang took the medicinal soup from the hand of the maid in the house, lifted the curtains, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Lying on the bed was the sick old prince, his slack face was covered with old age and death, as if he wanted to take away the last layer of fresh breath from his face.

"Father."

Ning Wuyang called out while holding the medicinal soup.

The uncooled medicinal soup scalded his tender white fingers with red marks.

But the person on the bed seemed to be in a deep sleep, and did not respond to the call at all.

There was no expression on Shizi's face in the dim light and shadow.

In fact, it was not at all what the servant said at the beginning, the old prince was much more energetic, on the contrary, the old prince had fallen into long-term lethargy from time to time, sleeping for several hours at a time.

Coupled with the increasingly dead air on the old prince's face, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the old prince's time is approaching.

"My lord..."

The maid who served beside the old prince was afraid that the uncertain son would be angry, so she leaned out and tried to wake up the old prince.

But as soon as she uttered a little breath, the eyes of the prince who looked over immediately swallowed the ending sound.

"My lord, forgive me!"

She knelt down on the ground, but she didn't dare to speak loudly, only dared to beg for mercy in a low voice.

Ning Wuyang ignored the maid who was kneeling on the ground, he stirred the medicinal soup in his hand with a spoon, and there was a slight crashing sound when the spoon collided with the porcelain bowl.

"Father."

He continued calling.

This time, it wasn't until he called out for the third time that the sleepy old prince on the bed didn't respond a little.

The closed eyes of the late old man finally moved, and after a while, the cloudy eyes slowly opened.

"No... nothing..."

The old prince's voice was heavy, but it was a weak breath. He spoke with difficulty, as if saying these two words had already used all his strength.

"Drink the medicine, father."

Ning Wuyang picked up a little medicinal soup with a spoon, gently blew it to cool the temperature, and sent it to the old prince's mouth.

But the old prince didn't want to drink the medicine first, he tried his best to see his thin young son clearly, his thin arms, which were almost as thin as a handful of firewood, stretched out tremblingly from the heavy brocade quilt.

With trembling hands, he held Ning Wuyang's thin wrist.

"No... nothing..."

"Stay away from Lingyin Temple..."

He couldn't help shaking the medicine bowl in Ning Wuyang's hand with his trembling hands, and the medicine soup caused quite a stir.

But the old prince was still speaking with all his strength, his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to see clearly.

"Don't get mixed up with transvestites, don't..."

The medicine bowl couldn't bear such shaking, and the hot medicine soup was about to spill on the old prince's bed.

"Kang Dang——" The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and let out a shattering cry, and the medicinal soup splashed all over the floor.

The wrist was still being held by the old prince, and Ning Wuyang's expression remained calm, without any change.

The old prince estimated that because these actions consumed too much energy, he was already at the end of his strength, and now he lost his strength and suddenly fell into a deeper lethargy.

He looked at the unconscious old prince on the bed, a little cold mockery floated in his gloomy eyes.

"But father..."

Ning Wuyang said softly, "That's not what you did back then..."

The maid on the ground was still kneeling among the debris and the cold medicine soup, listening to the ghostly whisper of the prince, she dared not make a sound.

Ning Wuyang got up, looked down at his arm, there was already a red fingerprint on his wrist because of the old prince's grasp in front of him.

He stared at it for two seconds, stretched out his other hand, and slowly wiped off the medicinal soup splashed on his arm.

Ning Wuyang didn't look at the old prince who was sleeping on the bed, turned around and left the bedroom.

"Take care of the prince."

He only left this sentence.

And the maid on the ground seemed to have had her bones pulled out, and she was limp in the medicine soup.

After not moving for two seconds, he slowly stood up and cleaned up the mess.

Without taking the twists and turns ahead to heart, Xue Qing followed Xue Bai to Xu Xuan's residence.

Xu Xuan's residence is in a quiet alley, with moss climbing the walls, very quiet.

The only coolness in summer exists alone.

Xue Bai walked into the alley with ease, stopped at one place, reached out and knocked on the wooden door.

The knock on the door echoed in the empty alley.

After a few seconds, the wooden door slowly opened.

The person who opened the door was a handsome scholar in blue clothes, it was Xu Xuan.

"Miss Xue."

Seeing Xue Bai, Xu Xuan had a sweet smile on his face.

But when his eyes fell on Xue Qing who was beside Xue Bai, he paused.

"This son is...?"

Xu Xuan asked hesitantly.

The young man in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

Xue Qing smiled kindly towards Xu Xuan, but he didn't know how to explain it.

Could it be that you were afraid that you might misunderstand my sister, so you changed into women's clothing?

Now wearing men's clothes because I forgot to change back to women's clothes.

But Xue Bai was very calm, she directly shook Xu Xuan's hand.

"This is my younger brother, let's go in and talk about it first."

In the house, Xue Bai and Xu Xuan explained the cause and effect.

After learning the truth, Xu Xuan glanced at Xue Qing who was beside him, and said with some embarrassment: "I am not a pedantic person, don't worry, Miss Xue."

Xue Bai smiled softly, knowing that he had not misjudged the person, he discussed with Xu Xuan about the wedding date, and was about to go back home.

And Xue Qing, who was the background board, had been quietly observing his future brother-in-law.

Xu Xuan is just like his appearance, gentle and polite.

And in the relationship between Xue Bai and Xu Xuan, no matter how you look at it, the elder sister occupies the dominant position.

The two seem to be a pair of incomparably talented men and women.

Only then did Xue Qing slowly let go of the heart that had been hanging all this time.

They rescheduled their wedding date and discussed their marriage.

Afterwards, the two quickly bid farewell to Xu and left Qiantang City.

When they left, Xu Xuan stood at the door watching them farewell, and stood at the door for a long time.

Xu Xuan didn't turn around until he couldn't see the two green and white figures in his field of vision, ready to go back.

"This gentleman!"

Suddenly there was a shout in the empty alley.

Xu Xuan turned around, and a monk in red with a Zen stick appeared in front of him at some point.

"Mr. Lang, can you tell the poor monk, who are the people who left in front?"

The monk in red has a compassionate face, and what he says seems to be Buddha's words.

Seeing the monk who came suddenly, Xu Xuan took a step back, his eyes became more alert.

Today's golden brilliance sprinkled down, coating the monk in red in front of him with a layer of holy brilliance.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, it's just that the poor monk thinks there is something he should tell you."

It was almost evening when Xue Qing and Xue Bai returned to Wushuang's residence.

Xue Qing went straight to the study, but when he approached, he heard a violent quarrel.

He couldn't help but stop.

"Wu Shuang, what do you think of me?"

It was rare for Xue Qing to hear Qu Yiyi's irrational voice.

He and Xue Bai looked at each other and stopped in unison.

In this scene, it seemed inappropriate for them to go in at this time.

The voice at the back was slightly lowered and could not be heard clearly.

I don't know what happened to Wu Shuang and Qu Youyi, why they suddenly quarreled.

Obviously these two people were fine when they left before.

When Xue Qing was hesitating whether to go in, the door of the study in front of him suddenly opened.

Qu Youyi, who rushed out of the door, was full of anger, but this anger froze when he saw Xue Qing and Xue Bai outside the door.

After opening the door, you can see Wushuang standing inside the room, facing Xue Qing and Xue Bai's expression is unnatural.

"what happened?"

Xue Qing walked in and asked.

In the end what happened?

He looked at Qu intentionally, and suddenly remembered something.

Wasn't Qu Yiyi discussing something with Fa Hai?

"Where's Fa Hai?"

Why is it that at this time Qu intends to be here alone, but Fa Hai cannot be seen.

Wushuang's gorgeous face was rarely pale, and he moved his lips.

"Qingqing."

"Fahai..."