I have the beauty of the villain's love

Yancheng was startled when he saw Xiao Shiqing who had been supported by two people. He was wrapped in bandages, and some of the bandages were still stained with blood. He looked miserable, "What's going on with you?"

Xiao Shiqing shook his head, the fatigue from blood loss made him dizzy.

"Isn't it Xiaobi today?" Yancheng has never seen Xiao Shiqing in such a miserable state, even the Dabi three months ago, he has not seen him hurt like this.

"You're talking!" Seeing that Xiao Shiqing didn't speak, Yancheng hurriedly asked, "Who is so capable of beating you up like this?"

Xiao Shiqing said weakly, "The general did it."

"General?" Yancheng looked shocked, not to mention Xiaobi, even Dabi Linghuyin seldom made a move, especially after the competition, he hurt people like this, "Why did the general compete with you?"

How did Xiao Shiqing know that the general fought him several times in a row, the first two times he could barely sustain more than a dozen moves, but in the end he was directly crushed and beaten.Besides, the general was very unhappy today, several times the point of the gun stuck to his heart and pierced him.It really only left the affection that kept him alive.

"Didn't you offend the general?" Yan Cheng said.

After hearing what he said, Xiao Shiqing immediately retorted, "Don't talk nonsense, General—"

Seeing that he was about to sit up, Yancheng quickly pushed him back, "If you move around again, you will bleed to death."

Xiao Shiqing was pushed back on the bed, and it took him a while to recover and continue, "How dare I offend the general."

"Then why did the general punish you several times?" Yan Cheng said, "It took you a few days to heal from your injuries last time? Why did you come back from a small competition with injuries all over your body again?"

Xiao Shiqing was also suffering and couldn't express it, so he sighed several times.

"You should continue to lie down." Yancheng also shook his head again and again, "I'll go to the military doctor and get you some golden sore medicine to stop the bleeding."

……

After Zhou Lang came back, he watched Xie Yinghuai turn out his luxurious saber and bring it back to him.

"Didn't you think the saber was cumbersome yesterday?" Zhou Lang said.

Xie Ying smiled, "It's better to be burdened than dead."

Zhou Lang knew that Xie Yinghuai was going to bring up what happened in the Martial Arts Hall just now, and Xie Yinghuai had read it all the way since he came back. He was really frightened at first, but Xie Yinghuai seemed to be more scared than him.

In fact, Xie Yinghuai was really scared. At that moment just now, he had nothing at hand. Looking at the red-tasseled gun coming through the air, his whole body seemed to be nailed to the ground.If it wasn't for Linghuyin...

"Today is just an exception." Zhou Lang comforted him in turn.

"Exception?" Xie Yinghuai touched the hard scabbard, and finally felt relieved, "If Linghu Yin and I ignored you just now, the gun will pass through your chest - and then you will die. "

Knowing that Xie Yinghuai also had good intentions, Zhou Lang stopped talking.

"We'll leave tomorrow." Xie Yinghuai always had a feeling of uneasiness in his heart, although Linghu Yin's attitude was cold and hard just now, and he didn't hold back at all.But the red marks on Zhou Lang's neck always reminded him that if he stayed any longer, he might really get into big trouble.Although he wanted to take Zhou Lang away now, it was already afternoon, and he was not very familiar with the terrain here. If he got lost, the temperature would drop after nightfall, and Zhou Lang might not be able to stand it.

Zhou Lang never knew why Xie Yinghuai left in such a hurry.

Xie Yinghuai knew that his intentions were too obvious, and his expression slowed down, "I'll buy more silk to spread on the carriage, if you still feel pain, we'll stay in the town for a few more days, and find something interesting by the way— —This barracks is too boring.”

"Okay." Zhou Lang hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

When Xie Yinghuai heard his promise, his lips curled up, "Then I'll go back and prepare first, and I'll come to pick you up tomorrow morning."

Zhou Lang watched Xie Yinghuai leave, and started to pick up his things in the room - but he didn't actually have anything to bring.In the end, he only picked out a few clothes, took a few large-value silver notes and silver ingots and wrapped them in parcels.When he came, he prepared a lot of things, thinking that they would be useful, but he found that he couldn't spend the money he brought here, let alone other things.

After Zhou Lang put away his things, he was a little thirsty, and when he turned around to see Qian He standing quietly behind him, he was really startled.

The twilight had already converged, and Qian He was standing in the dim afterglow.

He didn't seem to have seen the package Zhou Lang put on the bed at all, "Master, dinner is delivered from the kitchen."

Zhou Lang has no appetite at all, "I don't have any appetite, you go out."

Qian He nodded and left.

After Qian He came out of Zhou Lang's room, he went back to his own room.Ah Qi has been very depressed for the past two days, sitting by the bed in a daze.

Qian He packed his things on his own, Ah Qi heard the sound and looked up at him.The relationship between him and Qian He is far from distant, but it is definitely not close. When he saw Qian He packing up his things, he still asked, "Are you leaving?"

Qian He didn't answer.

There was a sudden noise by the window, Ah Qi turned his head, and saw a gray pigeon perched on the window rail.

Qian He also saw it. He glanced at Ah Qi, and then pulled out the letter tied to the pigeon's foot in front of him.

"Who are you sending the letter to?" Ah Qi asked.

After reading the letter, Qian He rolled it into a ball, put it on the candlestick and burned it to ashes.

Ah Qi tentatively named a guess, "Chiba."

The tongue of fire licked from the paper to Qian He's fingers, he was shaken by the heat, and black ashes fell to the ground.

Ah Qi had already determined the answer, he glanced at Qian He, and began to back away slowly.

"Are you going to tell the young master?" Qian He looked at Ah Qi's movements and already guessed his intentions.

"Young master spared Qianye's life, how dare he—" Ah Qi had already retreated to the door, "Why did you send him a letter? You don't know that he..."

Qian He interrupted him, "I know."

"then you!"

"Young master is packing up, he is leaving." Qian He said.

Ah Qi was slightly taken aback.He had no idea.

Seeing his ignorant expression, Qian He suddenly smiled, "Look, he doesn't plan to take us—he doesn't even plan to tell us."

Ah Qi was standing at the door, he could run out and report on Qian He at any time.

"I didn't intend to hang out with Qianye either." Qianhe took two steps forward, "I also want to stick to my duty—but it's true." He said the truth, "I don't want to be thrown away by him like this .”

Ah Qi has also felt extremely uncomfortable these two days.The son doesn't need him at all.

"You and Chiba... what are you going to do?"

Qian He had already walked in front of Ah Qi, he grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the room, Ah Qi was dragged into the darkness without any struggle.

"I can tell you what we want to do if you..."

Zhou Lang in the room suddenly sneezed. He felt a little cold, so he walked over and closed the doors and windows.

It rained at night, pattering, and when the rain stopped in the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Zhou Lang already felt sleepy when he heard the sound of rain, but was awakened by this sound.

"Master Zhou." It was Changqing's voice.

The feeling of being woken up was really uncomfortable, Zhou Lang held back his temper and asked, "What's the matter?"

"The general let you go." Perhaps because of the wet and cold weather, Chang Qing's voice was also cold.

These days Linghu Yin always likes to call him over in the middle of the night.

"You tell brother that I've already fallen asleep. I have to hurry tomorrow morning—" He really didn't want to go to play chess with Linghuyin.

Changqing directly interrupted what Zhou Lang was about to say, "Young Master Zhou, please get up quickly."

Zhou Lang felt that Changqing was more unkind than before, but there was nothing he could do.Suppressing the restlessness in my heart, I got up and opened the door.

Changqing at the door is wearing black clothes today, as if he wants to blend into the night.

Zhou Lang looked at him, feeling a little annoyed.

Changqing didn't speak, and led the way silently holding a lantern.

It's cold outside tonight.

"Does Linghuyin want me to go there?" Zhou Lang didn't even bother to call out to his brother now, and it really didn't feel too bad to be dragged up in this ghostly weather.

Changqing, "The general wants you to go there."

"You said I was tired and fell asleep, can't you!"

The air was cold and humid, and when the wind blew, Zhou Lang couldn't help shivering twice.

Changqing didn't seem to hear it.

Zhou Lang was also aroused by his appearance, and took out the bamboo whistle from his sleeve and threw it at his feet.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'll return this thing to you!"

Changqing's footsteps really paused, but he didn't lower his head to pick up the bamboo whistle that rolled to his feet.Zhou Lang came from behind him, snatched the lantern from his hand, and left with his head held high.

Candles were lit in Linghuyin's room, Zhou Lang was shivering from the cold outside, and he hastily closed the door as soon as he entered.

Linghu Yin also saw that his face turned pale, and poured a cup of hot tea for him.

Zhou Lang took the tea and didn't speak.

"You seem to be angry." Linghuyin had never seen Zhou Lang like this before.

Zhou Lang held the hot tea and didn't drink it. His whole body was cold, but his fingers slowly warmed up. "Brother, you're worrying too much."

"Are you blaming me for calling you over so late?" Linghu Yin noticed Zhou Lang's tightly pursed lips, which were always curved on weekdays, but today they were just a straight line.

Zhou Lang, "No."

Linghuyin noticed that Zhou Lang was shaking, so he took off his clothes and put them on Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang originally lowered his head, but now he was so frightened by Linghu Yin that he wanted to back away.Linghuyin wrapped the clothes tightly around Zhou Lang's body.

"I haven't been able to sleep well in the past few days, and I want to talk to someone." Linghu Yin took off his outer clothes, leaving only a thin layer of obscene clothes inside, "I'm tired of you."

Zhou Lang raised his head, and saw that Linghu Yin's eyes were indeed covered with a heavy layer of blue.

He has so many things to do during the day, but it is always difficult to sleep at night.This is simply a kind of mental torture.

"Why can't my brother fall asleep?" Zhou Lang couldn't figure it out, since there was no war yet, Linghuyin logically didn't have other burdens.

Linghu Yin glanced at Zhou Lang, and after removing the forehead band, under the envelope of his candlelight, his handsome and sharp facial features felt pale and decadent.

"Maybe it's the approaching war." He said tormentingly, but in his heart he knew better than anyone that this was just a lie.

Zhou Lang didn't know his past, so naturally he didn't think about it deeply, "Will you feel burdened in the war?"

Linghuyin didn't expect Zhou Lang to ask such a question, "There will always be some. Think about what to do if you lose."

Although Zhou Lang had never led an army in battle, he knew where Linghuyin's burden came from. The soldiers who went to the battlefield with him all had wives, children and parents. Regardless of victory or defeat, some families would be torn apart.Besides, Linghu Yin is a general, if he loses, the emperor will hold him accountable.And because of the emphasis on literature over martial arts, the price of this failure will be even more tragic.

"If you lose, you lose. If you can bear the guilt, you will fight again. If you can't bear the guilt, you will leave the court and lead the army to separate one side." Zhou Lang really didn't have the idea that the king should be the leader of the minister. According to his education, it is impossible to work hard to fight outside, and if he loses, his home will be ransacked and beheaded. "You don't have to worry about other things. Since your soldiers are willing to fight with you, they will give their lives to you." No matter what you choose in the end, they will follow you."

Linghuyin didn't expect Zhou Lang to say such a thing, "I thought you would persuade me to only win without defeat."

"No one in this world can only win without losing." Zhou Lang was very clear, "We can only win if we can afford to lose."

"Can't afford to lose?" Linghu Yin asked abruptly.

Zhou Lang suddenly raised his lips and smiled, "Then try not to lose."

"Sure enough, it will be very happy to talk to Brother Zhou."

The rain outside became louder again.

The two chatted for a long time, and Zhou Lang became more and more relaxed. In the end, he suddenly asked a question that he had always wanted to know, "Why does my brother always wear that forehead strap?"

Linghu Yin took out the ruby ​​forehead belt, "Is this one?"

Zhou Lang nodded, "This gem is not very rare."

"This is my mother's relic." Linghuyin said.

Zhou Lang immediately wanted to slap himself. If the things he carried with him were not very rare, they would naturally have special meanings. He insisted on asking them, and he was just out of his mind.

"Sorry, no offense intended..."

"It's nothing." Linghu Yin said calmly, "My mother passed away a long time ago." He put the forehead strap in his hand on the table, and the ruby ​​strung on the black forehead strap seemed to be a piece of blood that hadn't coagulated.

Zhou Lang remembered that Linghuyin mentioned that his biological mother was murdered.

"I always wanted to take revenge, but my father was unwilling to tell me the name of the enemy." This was also a knot in Linghu Yin's heart.

Zhou Lang, "Maybe your father wants to protect you—after all, protecting the living is more important than avenging the dead."

The heavy shackles in Linghuyin's heart seemed to have opened a gap, allowing him to take a short breath.

After a while of silence, Linghuyin suddenly asked, "When will Brother Zhou and Xie Yinghuai leave?"

"tomorrow."

"Tomorrow..." Linghuyin murmured twice, "Is it early tomorrow?"

Zhou Lang, "Yes."

"From now on, if you can't sleep at night, there will be no one who can talk." Linghuyin showed a smile that he didn't know what it meant.

"Brother has so many good generals and talents around him, how come there is no one to talk to?" Zhou Lang didn't understand the meaning of Linghuyin's words.

"I'm afraid that one day they will turn against each other and meet each other on the battlefield." Linghuyin said.

Zhou Lang heard a kind of awe-inspiring chill from those words.

"elder brother……"

"I'm the only one who can talk to you right now." Linghu Yin's face was exhausted to the extreme, but he looked at Zhou Lang in front of him, and couldn't help but want to take out some of the words hidden in his heart to him, "Still Good to have you alone."

The author has something to say: sharpening the knife to Zhou Lang

The bento and welfare are distributed together, pay attention to pick up

small theater:

Zhou Lang: All of a sudden, it's all black, I'm playing a ball!

Scumbag author: The coquettish teasing at the beginning will turn into tears on the bed