For the rest of my life, I am lucky to know my old friend

As soon as Lu Ying went back, she came to Lu Ao's study and said to him, "Brother, Du Zhongping promised not to mention this matter."

When Lu Ao heard the words, she didn't believe it at first, frowned, and said in a flat tone: "Oh? It turned out to be done. Nineteenth Mother really has a way."

Hearing the disdain in Lu Ao's words, Lu Ying lowered her head pretending to be shy, but actually clenched her fists in her sleeves and said, "But he has one request."

"What request?" Hearing this, Lu Ao became a little more serious. If there is no request, it is likely to be a lie. If there is a request, it is easy to handle. He straightened up and asked.

Lu Ying said in a soft voice: "Du Zhongping plans to go to Fanyang with Yan Guogong, and he doesn't want to stay in Chang'an. But..." At this point, Lu Ying suddenly felt a little hard to say, so she stopped, Consider the words.

"But?" Lu Ao walked around the room twice with his hands behind his back, repeating unconsciously.

Lu Ying took a deep breath, and said in one breath, "He wants you to tell the difference for him in front of Duke Yan." Lu Ying cleverly hid herself, and only mentioned Lu Ao.

"What's the difference?" Hearing this, Lu Ao frowned, his tone sank, he stopped to stare at Lu Ying and asked, "What did he ask me to do?"

Lu Ying suddenly felt that a catastrophe was imminent and shivered, and said, "He said he asked you to go to Lord Yan to resolve this matter for him."

Lu Ao looked at Lu Ying with eyes that almost burst into flames, and said, "What's the matter?"

"It's about him stealing people's poems." Lu Ying couldn't help but trembled under the pressure of Lu Ao's eyes, and almost ran away.

"How dare he?!" Lu Ao pressed Lu Ying's shoulder, almost turning her shoulder into bruises, and said, "How dare he? ! '

Lu Ying whimpered in pain, and said: "He has a stubborn temper, and because of his illness, his temper became even worse. I persuaded him for a long time before he agreed. It's just that the literati are noble. Brother, go and explain it. Maybe we can catch up with Duke Yan, so it doesn't matter."

Lu Ao stared at her mournfully crying, and heaved a sigh after deliberating for a long time, "Nineteenth Mother, you were deceived by him!"

"What?" Hearing this, Lu Ying looked at Lu Ao in surprise, and said hesitantly, "It's not necessarily a lie, we only have this way to go."

Looking at her like this, Lu Ao showed extremely loving eyes, as if he was a good brother who couldn't care more about his sisters, and said, "Nineteen Niang, think about it, if we really go to Yan Guogong and say Now that this matter is over and the explanation is over, Duke Yan and him will have no quarrel, so the two must be close to each other, right?"

"Yes." Lu Ying said, "Isn't Du Zhongping looking forward to this?"

"Stupid!" Lu Ao said as if he was heartbroken, "Think about it, if he and Lord Yan have a close relationship, it will be easy for him to slander."

When Lu Ying heard this, she suddenly thought of the worst possible outcome. Duke Yan is a nobleman in the dynasty, and his words carry a lot of weight. If he leaked a sentence or two, how good would it be?

Seeing the change in Lu Ying's face, Lu Ao knew that she had thought of it too, and continued to say persuasively, "Think about it, it's okay for me to be a man, but it's just that my reputation has been ruined. But what about you? You are a woman, if you Let your husband's family know what you have done before, what will they think?"

When Lu Ying heard this, her little face turned pale, and she was about to fall limp to the ground. While crying, she said at a loss, "What should I do? Brother, what do you think should be done?"

Lu Ao looked at her, hesitated for a long time, saw that Lu Ying almost knelt down and begged himself, and then sighed: "This trick is too poisonous, I don't know whether I should say it or not."

When Lu Ying heard this excuse, she was afraid that Lu Ao would let go completely, and she knelt down and pulled his sleeves and said, "Brother, just say it, I really don't know what to do."

"There is only one way now." Lu Ao sighed, stroked his beard, and said, "Cut the grass and roots."

"Kill Du Zhongping?" Thinking of today's impulse, Lu Ying also said, "But he is in the Duke's mansion, how do we kill him?"

Lu Ao who was stroking his beard said, "Then can't you think of a way to call him out again?"

Lu Ying lowered her head, thought for a while, and said, "It may not be possible."

When Lu Ao heard this almost dodging words, he snorted coldly, waved his hands and said: "Since it may not be possible, then don't do it. He is from the Duke's mansion, so it would be bad to provoke Duke Yan at that time. Then He's just a barbarian who doesn't know etiquette."

Lu Ying was relieved when she heard that she didn't need to come forward, and asked, "Then what should we do?"

When Lu Ao heard that Lu Ying had finally entered the alley, his voice almost changed when he spoke. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "Besides him, there is another person, and that is the living witness. If that person is gone, Even if Du Heng jumps up and down again, it's useless."

Lu Ying looked at his eyes that were about to turn red, flinched, and asked, "Who?"

"It's the one from Ziwei." Lu Ao looked at her steadfastly, not allowing her to evade, and said every word, as if it was going to be burned into the bottom of Lu Ying's heart, "Your mother, we just need to kill her. "

Hearing this, Lu Ying was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, almost unable to pull herself up, she just said limply: "No, no. That's my mother, how can we kill her?! "

"It's not us." Lu Ao said, "It's you."

"Brother!" Lu Ying let out a shrill scream when she heard the words, looked at Lu Ao in disbelief, tears rolled down, and said, "I am, I am, your sister, you asked me to do this?"

Lu Ao smiled arrogantly and sarcastically at Lu Ying, and said, "My mother is a daughter of the Qinghe Cui family, not a housewife."

Lu Ying opened her mouth and stared blankly at Lu Ao, unable to speak. After a long time, she cried and threw herself on Lu Ao's thigh, crying so hard that she was almost out of breath.

Lu Ao looked at Lu Ying's tears and snot smeared on her trouser legs with disgust, reached out and touched the top of her hair, then put away her hand as if it had been scalded again, and said, "If you really want to become my daughter of the Lu family, There can only be one mother, and that is my mother, it's better not to recognize your naughty mother."

Lu Ying trembled and said, "But, that's my biological mother."

"If you still want your biological mother, then I will simply divorce you, and you will be a housewife just like your biological mother." Lu Ao said this, seeing Lu Ying's pale face, and then slowed down his voice , said: "If your biological mother really misses you, she should know what to do is the best."

When Lu Ying heard this, she seemed to have thought of something, covered her ears in shock, stared blankly at Lu Ao, and was speechless for a while.

On the other side, Du Heng had just gotten into the carriage and gave some instructions to the people who followed him. Seeing the backs of the two going away, he fell straight into the carriage, feeling exhausted, and could only lie sickly, and then He began to sweat non-stop, and when he returned to the mansion, he was already covered in cold sweat.The cold wind rustled, and as soon as it blew, he shivered from the cold.

Feeling sticky all over his body, he went straight to the bathroom and saw a pool of water so clear that even the lotus patterns on the bottom of the pool could be clearly seen, suddenly he felt so filthy and smelly that even his clothes It fell directly into the water without taking it off.

The fur was full of water, and he fell heavily to the bottom of the water, and he didn't want to struggle anymore, so he just lay under the water, with his eyes open, watching the waves rippling and rippling.

He was about to be unable to breathe, the water kept pouring in along his nostrils, his head became heavier and heavier, and he was about to die. Scenes from the past kept appearing in front of his eyes: from the prosperity of flowers and willows to the flesh and blood Shura...

Those who have been chasing after him, and those who want him to die, they, they can't escape!Du Heng wanted to grit his teeth, but he just blew a string of bubbles in the water. This year, he could not make a living from poetry and painting, because everyone knew that he was a thief of literature, and works with his name were all stolen. Throw it away ruthlessly, just like when you were welcomed in happily in the past.

then what should we do?

Fortunately, those little ladies in Pingkangfang don't dislike themselves, no, actually they also dislike them.Only the lowest camp prostitutes would pay Du Heng to write a song and sentence, and he could not sign it.

Just relying on this, Du Heng can make a living by chatting, but it's also good, only in this way, Du Heng has the opportunity to inquire about all kinds of dirty things under the prosperous flowers and willows.The person who made people come to denounce him with righteous words had raped his mother and maidservants and killed countless people; the one who wanted to cut off his own hand seized his brother's property and drove his widowed wife out...

He remembered everyone's shortcomings. If they were flawless, then there would be their parents and elders, who would always make Du Heng find the wrong place...No one is wronged, no one is wronged.

Chang'an, oh Chang'an, such a prosperous Chang'an, was also born in sin, just like him, for revenge, didn't he spare no effort to climb onto the bed of the prince of the palace? !

I've been soaking in the muddy water for so long, I'm afraid it's not clean, it's better to be dead.

Anyway, he has already done what he has to do, and those people will inevitably have an ending, but it's a pity that they can't see it.Lu Ao and the others must have a story to tell, and I'm afraid that the hall of the Ministry of Justice will be their home.It's a pity that he hasn't repaid Xue Chengye a thing or two yet.

Thinking of this, a picture suddenly popped up in front of his eyes, leaning on Xue Chengye who was wearing Xuanjia, and promised to wait for him to come back...

When he comes back... It's like a dream floating in the distant Milky Way, so close and so far away, he can grab it with just a stretch of his hand.

With a cough, his already chaotic eyes opened wide again, and the warmth of nearly a month entered his heart unconsciously, forcing him to remember that promise.

But it was too late, gentle water, completely exposed her hideous face, tied him to the bottom of the pool like a rope, he stared blankly at the surface of the water, as if looking at a person who would never come ... He was in Lishan, galloping on the snow field, that is the eternal hometown of heroes, not like me, trapped in a golden house and a jade hall.

There seemed to be a sound coming from a distance, and then a figure in black hurried in, and then a panicked face appeared on the water, Du Heng couldn't help showing a smile, ah, this face seems to be Xue Chengye's , The phantom before death is so kind.

Satisfied with such benevolence, he closed his eyes and waited for complete loss of consciousness.But then, he heard the sound of splashing water, what fell?

In Du Heng's increasingly blurred brain, there were only words one after another, which he combined in various ways to form the most beautiful poems, but this question ruthlessly crowded out the remaining soberness, and he wanted to open his eyes a little annoyed. See what is so rude.

But immediately, his whole body was lifted up, coming out directly from the surface of the water, fresh air scrambling to squeeze into his nostrils, dispelling the comfortable and warm chaos, and he was forced to wake up.

He coughed and reacted, feeling the familiar embrace he was leaning against, how could it be? !Shouldn't Xue Chengye be in Lishan?Why is he here? !

The bulky water-absorbed fur and underwear were quickly stripped off, Du Heng was naked again soon, he closed his eyes in embarrassment, was hugged horizontally, wanted to respond but still forgot , like a wandering spirit at the mercy of others.

Xue Chengye put the man on the small couch by the pool, turned him over, squeezed out the water he just drank, then pulled the cloak he had just thrown aside to cover him, and looked down at the dying Du Heng , wanted to reach out and hug him into his arms, but as if thinking of something, he stopped.

In fact, Zhongping doesn't want to be with me, does he?Otherwise, he would not want to seek death.Xue Chengye couldn't help feeling disheartened and aggrieved, could it be that the nearly a month of getting along with each other is all fake, has he been forcing a smile all the time?What is he doing it for?Have you been forcing him?Thinking of this, Xue Chengye covered his face and knelt down.

He has experienced countless stab wounds, but none of them can match this time!The sharp knife aimed at his softest heart, penetrated all the way, twisted inside, and then pulled it out, as if it wanted to bring out the blood in his heart.

I couldn't hold it any longer, hot tears poured out like rain, dripping down the front of my clothes along my fingers, and on the ground, the clothes that were already soaked in water were tightly attached to my body, how could it be so cold? !Xue Chengye wiped away tears, turned around and saw Du Heng curled up on the couch, staring blankly at him, choked up, and said, "Don't worry, I won't touch you again in the future."

"No." Hearing this, Du Heng yelled out the word in a hoarse voice, and then seemed to come alive all of a sudden, with a surge of courage in his life, he grabbed Xue Chengye's hand and pressed it on his cheek, showing a feeling of sadness and joy. laugh.

How could Xue Chengye bear it? He bent down and hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his own flesh and blood, but his tone was a little tired, and he asked: "Do you want to give him a hand?" How? I thought you hated me so much that you would rather kill yourself, but why don't you let me go now? What do you want? I will give you everything I can. Just let me go. "

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