stop!This is your junior brother!

Ran Cang didn't know what love was, but he was convinced that he fell in love with Ning Heng.

I long to be in contact with him, my heart beats faster when I meet his eyes, I miss him after a long time, I feel inexplicably lost when I don’t look at him, and I feel jealous when I see him talking to others

Isn't this what love is?

This is love.

"Ah Heng, will you be with me forever?"

If others asked, Ran Cang would definitely find it funny, but he didn't expect that there would be a day when he would ask such a silly question.

"This..." Ning Heng touched Ran Cang's head, laughing in his heart that he is still a child after all, there is no permanent banquet in the world, how can there be something forever.But he still softened his heart, and joked with a smile: "What if Ah Cang has a wife in the future? Then I will be an eyesore."

Ran Cang felt depressed, "I don't want a wife."

Ning Heng couldn't help laughing.

child.

Seeing Ran Cang looking at him angrily, Ning Heng finally comforted him: "Okay, okay, then forever, even if you and I have wives and children in the future, and our family is built together, it will be more convenient for us to communicate in the future."

Ran Cang was silent in a daze, completely deaf to other things, except for the phrase "Each has a wife and children" buzzing in his head.

Ah Heng...will marry a wife?

Yes, Ah Heng is different from me, he will marry a wife and have children.

After that, will Ah Heng still put his mind on me?

Ran Cang pressed his forehead, just trying to imagine, but he felt his heart suffocated and his head dizzy.

In the future, Ah Heng will have a wife and children next to his home. When he goes to find Ah Heng, he will see his wife preparing tea for him, wiping his sword for him, adding incense to his red sleeves at night, and even, even...

Then what am I?

Crazy jealousy welled up in his heart, and Ran Cang's eyes were faintly reddened.

no!Ah Heng is mine!He has to be mine!

If he hadn't taught me martial arts, given me tenderness, and given me hope, then how could I be in despair? !He will be responsible for what he has done!

……

"Ah Heng, Ah Heng!"

Ran Cang woke up from his sleep, sat up abruptly, looked around blankly for a moment, his straight back slowly returned to a comfortable curved arc, his heart was beating like a drum, beating on the tympanic membrane one after another, making people upset and their head buzzing buzzing.

Ran Cang took a deep breath and slowly circulated his internal energy, trying to get rid of the discomfort in his body, but to no avail, the more he activated his internal energy, the more irritable he became, and he was almost insane.

Ran Cang stopped the circulation of his internal force and frowned.

He didn't want to believe it anymore, but he had to believe that he was indeed sick, but Mr. Zhou who diagnosed him at that time had already been kicked out of the palace and disappeared. He was the one who raised Wu Lao at that time. In the Royal Hospital, the family is the only one with big ambitions. If Mr. Zhou was kicked out of the palace this time, Wu Lao might do something behind his back.

In the past, he would definitely make some arrangements, but at that time, because of his health and missing Ah Heng, he forgot about it.

Now none of the imperial physicians in the palace can diagnose what is wrong with his body.

Ran Cang also knew that the remaining ones in the imperial hospital were all doctors who knew how to "preserve one's life wisely". Even if they found something wrong, they probably wouldn't dare to stand out.

To make matters worse, he found that most of his internal strength had been crippled.

Now every time he uses his internal energy, he feels a kind of irritability from the depths of his heart, which becomes more serious as time goes by, and there is even the danger of going crazy if he uses it forcibly.

All of his martial arts were taught by Ning Heng, not to mention that the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital knew little about martial arts, and the depth of the inner martial arts taught to him by Ning Heng alone could not be grasped by a casually caught quack. Not to mention giving pointers.

He has never encountered such a situation in these years. If he wants to solve it, it is best to ask Ning Heng.

But Ning Heng was gone.

Ran Cang's eyes sharpened.

He firmly believes that keeping Ning Heng by his side, in 20 years, 50 years, 100 years and [-] years, his Ah Heng will definitely accept his love, but he can't afford to wait now.I am afraid that Ning Heng will not tell him the solution if he is found.

Ran Cang rubbed the shackles nervously, stroking every link of the iron chain carefully, just like stroking the skin of a lover.

Actually there is another way.

Nether treasure.

The Nether Treasure is a peerless martial art. If it is practiced well, why not put aside this kung fu for the time being?

And Nether Order... He already has three yuan in his hand.

Ran Cang settled down again, thought of something, looked at the shackles in his hand and laughed.

"Ah Heng, whether it's you or Lu'an, I'll always get what I want."

Ran Cang got up and left the secret room, looked at the sun, it was already evening.

These days he seldom went to the court, and he did not miss the review papers. Sometimes he would ask Ran Xingchen to be by his side. Because he had accumulated power for a long time, his grasp of state affairs was not too bad, and there were no troubles, but this will not work. , his sleepiness must be resolved.

"Royal Father." Ran Xingchen waited respectfully at the door of the Imperial Study Room for an unknown amount of time. Ran Cang nodded, patted him on the shoulder approvingly, looked at his crown prince with a flattered look, and sighed in his heart: Among the children, if you want to pass the position, this is the most suitable.

It's just a pity that he never thought of passing the throne from the beginning to the end.

How can the Taishanghuang be as comfortable as the emperor.

Ran Cang flipped through the memorial, and gave some unimportant ones to Ran Xingchen as usual, but while reviewing and reviewing, a feeling of drowsiness haunted him again.

"Xuanwu Imperial Physician."

Ran Cang pressed his forehead, frowning secretly.

Wu Lao came to diagnose and treat Ran Cang, and seemed to want to say something comforting as usual, but seeing Ran Cang's face, he hurriedly said: "I see, you are poisoned, it's just that the subordinates are incompetent and can't tell What kind of poison is this?"

It seems that the imperial hospital had already guessed, but it has never said it out. Wu Lao is used to seeing Ran Cang's face, and seeing that Ran Cang felt something, he finally expressed his guess.

Seeing that Ran Cang seemed about to get angry, Wu Lao caught a glimpse of the prince beside him, and hurriedly said, "I heard that there is a genius doctor in the Jianghu called the Holy Hand Poison Doctor, who knows the poison best. This is also the shot."

As he spoke, he bowed to Ran Xingchen again, "If there is a recommendation from the prince, then the sage who has come and gone without a trace should be able to come."

Caught off guard by being named, Ran Xingchen almost laughed angrily: This Wu Lao made a good plan and pushed the matter onto him. Ran Cang and the quack have already had a grudge. If he knew anything about Ran Cang, he was the one who took the blame.

The relationship between the two was good before they met Zi Chehen, but no one knew about it except those close to him. Going to invite someone, if you really get it, you have to bear the suspicion of "the prince is in private contact with the quacks".

"Chen'er, what do you think?"

Ran Cang looked at Ran Xingchen.

Ran Xingchen saluted calmly, "My child should do his best."

But this time, it was exactly what he wanted.

……

Zi Chehen unfolded the letter with ten lines at a glance, Zi Chetu put down the Gu in his hand, turned his head and asked, "Brother, is there a letter from Third Senior Brother?"

Zi Chehen curled his lips into a smile, and at that moment, his cold appearance made people think of Poppy, and he was eight points like the evil monk Zi Chechou.

The passing listener suddenly shuddered.

If Ran Xingchen was here, he would definitely know that another free drug tester came to his door this time.

***

After several days of forging, the sword that Luo Shu asked Master Duan Cheng to make was finally ready. On the way to get it back, Luo Shu hugged the sword and sighed repeatedly: "This sword is so beautiful. No wonder Lao Ning is so precious. If you want me, I will give it to you." It’s also very precious.”

[-] was expressionless, "Host, swordsmen among humans should not..."

"I know, I know, but Lv An is really pretty~" Luo Shu certainly knew that few quacks would care about the appearance of their weapons, but Lv An was really pretty.

A hint of helplessness appeared on [-]'s expressionless face, "If the host likes it, you can ask Master Duan to cast it again."

Luo Shu shook his head, "Every sword is different, even if this sword is completely forged according to Lu An's original blueprint, it is still a completely different sword." Luo Shu paused, and found that he had been surrounded by himself , and said again: "But the appearance is the same, so it's not so good. I usually don't use a sword, it's fine. You think about it, when Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng fought on the top of the Forbidden City, they drew their swords, oh shit, They are exactly the same! Taken together, both of them were mass-produced by Master Duan, how embarrassing is that, isn't it?"

[-] puzzled and said: "The host..."

Luo Shu covered his face silently, and said honestly, "Ah... Xiao Ba don't care about me, I just think a beautiful sword looks good with the outfits that Xiao Sanzi sent me."

[-] was silent for a moment, then said softly, "The host looks good without accessories."

Luo Shu was stunned, his old face blushed, and before he could say anything, [-] returned to his usual expressionless look, and said, "If the host likes it, I can make a...decorative sword for the host."

Luo Shu's eyes lit up immediately, and his attention was diverted.

Some stubborn swordsmen knew his thoughts, and he might be beaten violently, but those clothes and swords are really beautiful.It's decided, when you wear a sword in the future, you should use swordsmanship when fighting~

Luo Shu, who taught the leader of the martial arts alliance, almost always used tree branches in the past, which is also a strange thing.

Probably for Luo Shu, fighting with fists would be more enjoyable.

"Host, what are you going to do about Ning Heng?" [-] asked.

"Hey," Luo Shu sighed, and said, "It's easy to spread rumors and it's hard to refute them, and even those who listen to the wind can't explain all these things. Lao Ning already knows it. I hope Lao Ning will see this imitation green bank feel better."

"The specific plan depends on Lao Ning. I'm just worried that Lao Ning will do something stupid if he is impulsive."

Luo Shu and [-] arrived at the Zuixian Tower, the sky was dark, and the Zuixian Tower was closed.Luo Shu saw the horse that Ning Heng usually rode from afar, and the person in front of the horse turned around, and it was Ning Heng.

"Old Ning! Old Ning!"

Luo Shu waved his hand, went to Ning Heng and stuffed the cloth-wrapped sword case into Ning Heng's arms.

"Look at it!"

"What is this?" Ning Heng was used to his friend's jumping off, and he untied the outer cloth with a smile, opened the sword box, and the smile froze on his face.

"Green... Green Bank?!"