My dark guard ran away with a bag

Some things, if you can't get them, become obsessions.

It's not that Jun Wuji really wants to be emperor, just as he doesn't like Qingmo as much as he thinks.It's just that since he was a child, competing with Jun Wuyou for the crown prince has almost become his only goal in life.

After a year of stability in southern Shonan, Jun Wuji was ready to move again.What a great opportunity for the old emperor to pass away and Jun Wuyan to succeed him.Jun Wuyan, who was born in Lenggong, has no mother to rely on, and there are no ministers who are loyal to him in the court.It is also heard that in the past year, he has dealt with many ministers with thunderous means, and lost the hearts of the people. When he first came to the throne, he assumed the title of a tyrant.Even though Jun Wuji knew that his sixth younger brother was just avenging Jun Wuyou.

The ministers that Jun Wuyan accused of various crimes, beheaded, or exiled were all former Jun Wuji's people.

Jun Wuji's wings in the court were completely killed by Jun Wuyan within a year.The knuckles of Jun Wuji's fingers holding the secret letter were clearly defined, and he turned the paper into powder with great strength, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, his originally pretty eyebrows and eyes looked cold and terrifying under the dim candlelight in the room.

Southern Hunan is the southernmost part of the Jun Kingdom, but it is a barren land. If Jun Wuji hadn't already transferred the private property in Beijing, in this barren land, if his hands and feet were really bound, how could he raise an army.

Now, it's time for a decisive battle, the supreme throne should belong to him!

It's just that Jun Wuji never thought of himself as an upright person. Now, there is a surprising way to win, why not use it?

This is thanks to His Royal Highness Feng Linwang of Fengguo, Feng Yunhua.

A year ago, it was Feng Yunhua who gave Jun Wuji the idea to get rid of Jun Wuyou, and now, that person sent him a message, telling him about Jun Wuyan's fatal weakness——Emperor Liu Yunyang .

He really deserves to be the child brought out by Jun Wuyou, even with the same weaknesses.

A plot was formed in Jun Wuji's mind: Jun Wuyan, who was only provocative, turned against Liu Yunyang, and with Jun Wuyan's deep affection, he didn't have the heart to deal with him!

Jun Wuji snorted coldly, got up and blew out the candle, opened the door, and looked at the dim sky with stars, which was quite like his aggrieved mood this year.

Along the winding path, Jun Wuji came to a desolate hut in the backyard.Pushing open the door and entering, as expected, the inside was deserted, and Qing Ling hadn't returned.

When I first arrived in southern Hunan, because of the run-down of the palace, Qingling could only arrange such a lonely hut, but later on, I forgot to arrange it for him. Anyway, Qingling spent most of her time in the palace. In Jun Wuji's bedroom.

Jun Wuji took out a fire pocket and lit the oil lamp on the table that was running out of oil. The burning black cotton wick dangled in the distance, and it seemed to be going out several times, but it kept burning tenaciously. Jun Wuji ignited Looking at Qingling's residence carefully under this dim light, his brows were tightened, there was not even a piece of cotton wool on the flimsy bed...

Qingling covered the knife wound on her left arm and went to the residence.I was careless when I retreated this time, and I was attacked by someone, and I was injured a little bit. I looked at the sky and thought about whether the Lord would call him to bed today. Lord.

Turning a corner, but saw the faint lights in his own room, Qingling paused, not daring, nor wanting to go forward.

He thought this was already the only place where he could hide and lick his wounds, but how could he forget that even he was just his own personal property, so there was no place for him.

Qingling hesitated at the corner for a long time, Jun Wuji's ear was so good that he noticed it when Qingling just came over, but unexpectedly, this person hadn't moved for a long time.Impatient with waiting, Jun Wuji called out, "Why don't you come in when you're back?"

Qing Ling was startled, bit her lip, walked over slowly, pushed the door and knelt down without saying a word.

Jun Wuji was unhappy, but he didn't like to get angry. This person really changed. He used to be such a noisy person!

Today's Qingling is more and more like Qingmo, always icy and cold, but with less vitality, not like a living person, but even so, Jun Wuji is still unwilling to let go.

It doesn't matter, what happens, this is his own youth, Jun Wuji forced himself to ignore the discomfort in his heart.

Pulling people up and walking outside the house, there was only one way to truly feel that Qingling belonged to him.

Qingling never resisted, and let the master pull her. Although she didn't want to, she got used to some things after experiencing a lot, but the knife wound on her arm today was quite deep, and it happened to be the one being pulled by the master. Blood dripped all the way along the way, Qing Ling gritted her teeth and endured it, Jun Wuji, who never looked back, couldn't see Qing Ling's pale face in the dark night.

After entering the house and rushing to do some work, Jun Wuji took off his clothes and pressed the person under his body. It was not until the middle of the night that Qingling couldn't hold on and passed out. Only then did Jun Wuji realize that something was wrong, picked up the person, and even grabbed his hand of blood.

"Come here!" Jun Wuji took the quilt from the inside and covered Qing Ling, put on his coat and lay down on the bed, called someone to hand over gauze and a bottle of high-quality Jinchuang medicine, fetched water by himself, and carefully Wipe off the blood on the person, apply the medicine, wrap the arm tightly, and carefully check the whole body for other injuries. After all the work is done, it is almost dawn, and Jun Wuji no longer feels sleepy, so he simply lies down. Beside Qing Ling, looking at the sleeping face of the person.

This person has really changed, Jun Wuji muttered in his heart again.

In the past, this little dark guard was not very good-natured when he fell asleep, and would often turn over while sleeping, with a silly smile on his face, but now, when he fell asleep, he would frown faintly. , and will not act rashly.A little sound will wake you up.Jun Wuji pretended not to know, but in the past few months, after Qingling fell asleep, he would often touch Qing Ling's sleeping point, which saved the man from crying again in his sleep.

Now, Qing Ling, who was in a coma, would not wake up.It was only at three poles in the sun that his eyes moved slightly, and the unconscious grasping of his hands caused noises, which disturbed Jun Wuji who was holding the "Art of War" by the side, and also woke him up.

Opening his eyes, he saw that it was a familiar place. Qingling sat up in shock. Jun Wuji stepped forward to look at the blood-oozing bandage, threw a blood-clotting pill into the person's mouth, and asked with an unfriendly expression, "Why don't you hurt me?" explain?"

Qingling looked down at her arm, before recovering from the surprise of being drugged by the Lord just now, she said dully, "A little injury, it's fine."

The bone can be seen deep, blood stained all the way, is this a small injury?It was after dawn that Jun Wuji saw the bloodstains on the ground, winding from the door, he opened the door and looked, it was clearly the way he came last night, looking at Qing Ling on the couch, his eyes flickered.

He always felt that Qingling was challenging himself in a silent way, but he couldn't find his fault.

Qingling's injury has been recuperating for half a month, and Jun Wuji took good care of him. Qingling never resisted, but Jun Wuji always felt a posture of refusal from others, and he clearly wanted what he wanted from others.

As soon as the bandage was removed, Qing Ling knelt in front of Jun Wuji and said that he could go out to perform the mission.

That stubborn look irritated Jun Wuji. Originally, he had given up on that plan, but now he blurted out, "Alright, I have a task for you right now." Jun Wuji pinched Qing Ling's underside, rough The palm of his hand hesitated on that beautiful face, "It's a pity not to make good use of this face, which is as indistinguishable from green ink."

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