my princess boy

That night.

As the night fell, a first-quarter moon hung in the western night sky, and the clear light shone down, shrouding the entire Daqi Imperial Capital in silence and tranquility.

In the courtyard, insects were chirping, and tree shadows were shaking. Ling Xuetang was standing under the tree in black, with a handsome expression on her face, and she carried the packed quiver on her back neatly.

Another masked man in black looked at him respectfully, and begged, "General, let the subordinates go down!"

"No, there are quite a few guards around Huang Yuzhen. If you miss one blow, you will never have another chance." Ling Xuetang said, matching the bow and the soft sword one by one, "Follow me, if I miss, You took the opportunity to make up, understand?"

"Yes!" The man in black nodded.

Ling Xuetang covered her face, revealing only a pair of murderous black eyes, shining in the moonlight: "Let's go!"

Two black shadows flew away, like two low-flying swallows, skimming over the eaves and walls of the clusters. When the moon shadow moved, the sound of more noises sounded, and the two shadows had already flown over half of the imperial capital and stopped in the palace. On a mansion somewhere in the southwest.

There was a faint sound in the distance, Ling Xuetang moved a few steps lightly on the ridge of the roof, bent down, and could directly see the lights in the opposite room.

It is said that Huang Yuzhen practiced external skills every night until midnight, every night like this, without exception, so he came here at night, planning to take his life.

In the courtyard, two guards were guarding his door, and another two guards were standing at the two entrances of the courtyard, their skills were average.It's just that it's hard for him to solve four at the same time. If he doesn't solve them together, one of them will definitely scream, which will alarm Huang Yuzhen in the room and the guards in other courtyards, and they will not be able to succeed.

Ling Xuetang turned her head to look at the shadow guard beside her, and gestured to him, signaling him to join hands.

The shadow guard nodded, and the two split up and went to both sides in a tacit understanding.

Each chooses a position to stand still, and the two take down the bow and arrow at the same time - this bow and arrow are specially made, very small, easy to carry, although small, but equally powerful in lethality, the important thing is that such bows and arrows are among the major families. There are, and will never reveal their identities.

The moonlit night became more and more quiet, it seemed that there was not even a trace of wind, only an occasional inexplicable sound slightly invaded the quiet night.

The arrowhead was aimed, and the two looked at each other tacitly, one, two, three, let go!

The guards at the two entrances fell in response, without even making a muffled groan.

The guard at the door of the room seemed to have heard the movement, and was about to step forward to check, when arrows from two directions pierced through the air——

With a "poof", they sank into the bodies of the two of them, and they were brought down to the ground by the force of the arrow, and they never got up again.

Ling Xuetang put her bow back, stood up, landed lightly on the ground, gestured to the back, signaled the other party to pay attention, and gently pushed open the door.

In the room, a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist priest's lotus crown and a Taoist robe is practicing with his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of it.

Like a ghost, the black shadow flashed silently in front of him.

He seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly opened his eyes, but as soon as he showed a frightened expression, the cold light flashed, and it fell from his head like a thunderbolt!

A drop of blood splashed into the air, and under Huang Yuzhen's terrified eyes, it slowly hit the opponent's sword, splashing like a broken blood jade.

With the sword raised, the murderous aura of the black shadow scattered, and a pair of eyes as deep as the night sky flashed a trace of cruelty, like meteors piercing the long night.

"Bang." Huang Yuzhen fell straight from the bed to the ground.

The black shadow put away the long sword, left the room like a ghost again, closed the door, and flew up to the roof.

"Go." With a low order, the two black shadows tapped their toes and blended into the vast night.

A gust of wind blew, the shadows of bamboo leaves on the white wall shook, and the chirping of insects made everything quiet again.

Mu Xianyi was woken up in a drowsy state.

He felt as if he had had a long, long dream, and his consciousness was like a fish drowning in a deep lake, unable to float up no matter what, it was the loud noises that dragged him out from the bottom of the sleeping lake.

He struggled to open his eyelids, only to see the glare of the sun, a tall figure sitting by the bed against the sun, unable to see his face clearly.

"The princess is awake?"

It was a very familiar voice.

He squinted his eyes for a while, and then gradually got used to the sunlight, and slowly saw the person beside the bed clearly.

It was Ling Xuetang.

"Consort..." When he opened his mouth, even he was startled, his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound, like an old man in his eighties.

Ling Xuetang leaned over, hugged his shoulders and waist with a pair of big hands, made him half sit and half lie on the bed, and put a pillow behind him to make him feel more comfortable.

Mu Xianyi felt extremely tired, his internal organs seemed to be covered with lead weights, and he fell straight down, with a dull pain; his limbs and bones seemed to have been subjected to extreme abuse, sore and sore, without a trace of strength .When I was panting, there seemed to be air leaking in the airway, and I always felt that I would be out of breath in the next second.

He felt as if he was really terminally ill—the last time he was awake, he hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

So he felt more and more that he was really about to die. He had also heard about typhoid fever, and nine out of ten it was a word of death.

Just looking at the man in front of him with exquisite features and handsome eyebrows, I really don't want to part with him.The two of them are still newlyweds, and they still have such a long time to love each other. He used to fantasize about spending time together with Ling Xuetang, going to the south of the Yangtze River to see peach blossoms, Sichuan to see the road to Shu, and the western regions to see the desert... …

It's a pity that these have all come to naught.

Mu Xianyi's eyes were sour unconsciously, and a little wetness fell down.

Ling Xuetang looked at him and frowned: "Why is the princess crying?"

Mu Xianyi shook his head vigorously and smiled.

Maybe Ling Xuetang didn't like her that much yet, and she was gentle with herself before, but it was just because she was about to die and fulfilled her duties.That's fine, otherwise, if he fell in love with him, but he died, no matter whether he followed him, or suffered a lifetime of pain, that would be something he didn't want to see.

This is how it is now, just right.

Ling Xuetang stared at him for a while, his face became more and more solemn, and his eyes even became colder and colder. Finally, he said, "Does the princess really think that she is going to die? I won't let the princess die... Luan Jing! "

Mu Xianyi was startled, turned her head slightly, and saw Luan Jing came in with two maidservants, holding many things in her hands.

Ling Xuetang took the medicine bowl from the tray in Luan Jing's hand, his handsome face was very cold and hard: "Drink this bowl of medicine, don't leave a single drop!"

The tone seems to be ordering subordinates.

Mu Xianyi didn't know why he was doing this, but seeing his tough eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little scared, so he silently drank the medicine spoon by spoon, but the taste of the medicine was so weird that his stomach It seemed that a ghost was doing a somersault, which made him feel nauseous, his throat rolled, and he hurriedly stuck his head out of the bed:

"vomit--"

He vomited until his tears fell, but Ling Xuetang's cold voice still came from above his head:

"Drink more!"

Mu Xianyi's tears came out all of a sudden, he raised his hand vigorously, and hit the bedside: "I won't drink... I won't drink..."

He felt so wronged and uncomfortable, why was he so uncomfortable and was about to die, but the son-in-law wanted to treat him like this, not only lost his gentleness, but also forced himself to drink medicine like this?

"My son-in-law..." Luan Jing's voice was also crying, and it was clearly pleading with Ling Xuetang.

"Don't stop, feed me again, you must feed a full bowl, not a single drop!" Ling Xuetang's attitude was very tough, "Princess, if you die, I will go to marry Princess Nankang. Watch me and her get married happily, just don't drink!"

When Mu Xianyi heard the words, he almost didn't bring it up - he was about to be pissed off!

How can you do this!I'm about to die, why do I still say such things to anger myself!Knowing that she hates Nankang the most, she even said that she would marry Nankang after her death...

When he thought that he was dead, but his favorite son-in-law was happily married to that stinky girl in Nankang, he was really angry and hot.

He tried his best to support his body with his hands, looked up at Ling Xuetang, and said excitedly: "No, no, except her, you can marry anyone..."

"I want to marry her!" Ling Xuetang brought the medicine bowl in front of him, and said coldly, "Drink it for me, otherwise you will die, Princess Nankang is so proud!"

Mu Xianyi had a sore nose, and finally rolled down a stream of hot tears: "I hate you...I hate you to death..."

Why am I about to die, and you still torture me like this, and force me to drink medicine, can't you just call me "Xuanxuan", coax me, say a few sweet words to me, and let me close my eyes happily? ?

But he was also very unwilling, very angry, and very afraid that Ling Xuetang would really marry Nankang after his death.

So I had no choice but to force myself to drink the bitter and sour medicine one mouthful at a time. I was also forced to drink a few mouthfuls of porridge and a bowl of hot water.

He felt his stomach swell and his body was more uncomfortable.

It was like being thrown into a frying pan by Lord Yan, suffering like that.

Ling Xuetang's face paled slightly, she reached out her hand, and touched his head with a big warm hand a little stiffly: "Well, the princess... is very good."

Mu Xianyi heaved a sigh of relief, his face still looked angry, but he couldn't help it after all, reached out and grabbed his hand, hugging him: "Huh."

That hand became even stiffer, and he even carefully folded his five fingers together, but he didn't retract his hand after all.

Mu Xianyi unknowingly fell asleep again.