Out of Yuanmen

As the sun set, Luo Shengyang put down the chopsticks in his hand.Yu Ling nodded, indicating that he could go into the room to rest.Luo Shengyang began to feel that something was wrong again, and his phoenix eyes squinted: "You let me live in a room by myself these few days, and you don't stare at me? Are you afraid that I will run away?"

Yu Ling's voice still had no ups and downs: "No."

Luo Shengyang snorted coldly, turned around and went up to the second floor.After waiting for him to leave for a while, Yu Ling entered the room next to him, gently opened the window, carefully looked around, and stretched out her hand.

A carrier pigeon landed on his arm, cooing.Yu Ling withdrew his hand, untied the letterhead from the pigeon's feet, and saw the iron-painted silver hook on it as always: Liu Tan took over.

Yu Ling pondered for a while.He didn't know much about the forces in the court, but he vaguely remembered that Yun Shugui had mentioned to him that Liu Tan should belong to the prince's faction.

The people sent from above pinned Luo Zuhui's death on the illusory horse bandit, thinking that Luo Shengyang was also dealt with.To be on the safe side, he couldn't send the only survivor, Luo Shengyang, back to Luo Shenghua for the time being.

When Yu Ling thought of bringing Luo Shengyang by his side for a period of time, he, who had always been flattered or humiliated, began to feel a dull pain in his brain.This person is as gorgeous as the sun, pampered, and has a straightforward temper. Yu Ling always subconsciously accommodates him... He really doesn't know how to get along with this kind of person who should be held in the palm of his hand by nature.In addition, his hunting target was in this area recently, and the urge to see blood was almost irresistible, so today he almost split the man without eyes.

In his state, he should no longer bring this young master with him.But Yun Shugui's manpower is pitifully small, and he is the only one who can protect Luo Shengyang...

Yu Ling let the pigeon go, and the letter was burned in a lantern.After standing quietly in front of the window for a long time, he suddenly lifted the handleless steel knife and went out through the window.

Under the night, the ghost-masked man in linen was like a ghost, running silently on the roof.

The lights in the lacquer building are lingering, and there are laughter and laughter.In front of the lacquer building, a group of beautifully dressed enchanting girls and a few tortoises are attracting passers-by, and the fragrance is very lively.

As soon as Shen Hanchi walked in front of the Yinghong Building, he was pulled into the threshold by a girl waving a handkerchief.The other party smiled sweetly, and teased: "You are so handsome, come and play. The girls in our building are all famous Xie Yuhua."

The sound of pushing cups and changing cups in the hall bursts, accompanied by the laughter of trembling flowers and the sound of beautiful piano.Shen Hanchi hugged her tightly in his arms, lifted the girl's chin frivolously, and said with a smirk: "Small mouth is so sweet, I will give you this face. What's your name?"

The girl covered her face with a smile, and broke free from his arms calmly, like a light butterfly: "Death looks, he will bully others as soon as he comes up. My slave's name is Xiao Que'er, don't forget. Young master, is there a girl you want to name?"

Shen Hanchi asked: "Who is the most famous girl among you?"

Xiao Que'er said with a smile: "My lord is talking about Sister Jiang Lip. We Huakui are arrogant and arrogant, but it's not so easy to see."

Shen Hanchi pointed to his bosom and said, "Of course I came prepared."

Xiao Que'er shook her head: "Master, you can't see that he is from the local area. If you want to spend the spring evening with Sister Jiang Lip, you have to get her nod of approval."

Shen Hanchi wondered: "There is still this rule?"

"But I think the young master is so handsome, maybe sister Jiangchun will agree." Xiao Que'er smiled, "Young master comes with me, sister Jiangchun is not in the room right now."

Shen Hanchi followed Xiaoqueer up to the third floor.The bustling lobby on the third floor is different from the second floor where there are bursts of gunfire, and it is a little quieter.Xiao Que'er stopped in front of a room, knocked lightly on the door, and said, "Miss Jianglip, there is a handsome young man who wants to see you."

After a few breaths, the door was opened.Standing in the room is a beautiful woman in red with a plum-shaped flower tin on her forehead.Beside her stood a childish little maid, with a pair of dark eyes looking at Shen Hanchi in front of her.

Jiang Lip's eyes stopped on Shen Hanchi's face, and she paused.The oiran wished Shen Hanchi all blessings, and smiled softly: "It is the honor of my family to be favored by the young master. Please come in and talk about it, young master."

Xiao Que'er didn't expect that Jiang Lip, who hadn't picked up guests for many days, would let this man in, which was a pity.She still wanted to bring this rare handsome man into her house, but unfortunately she couldn't.She bowed to Shen Hanchi, and retreated knowingly.

Shen Hanchi made a gesture and said in a warm voice, "Sister Jianglip, please."

The little maid opened the door a little wider, Jiang Lip turned and went in, followed by Shen Hanchi.The moment the door closed at the sound, Jiang Lip turned her head abruptly, tears were already all over her pretty face.She knelt down in front of Shen Hanchi excitedly, and said in a trembling voice: "Young master... I see you again!"

Shen Hanchi was taken aback, and quickly knelt down, reaching out to help her: "Sister Lin! Don't!"

He supported Jiang Lip with his hand, and Jiang Lip stared fixedly at his face, muttering: "It's too similar, it's too similar..."

Shen Hanchi froze.

Crimson lips wept uncontrollably.Shen Hanchi hesitated for a moment, finally sighed, stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms and patted her on the back comfortingly: "Sister, why didn't you tell me. Is it worth it?"

He didn't say what it was, but Jiang Lip knew what he was referring to.

"It's me... I'm willing... I want, I want to avenge for, for the general, for the lady, for the general..."

This "proud and proud" oiran suppressed her voice, cried so hard that she almost fainted.She was full of wind and dust, but in Shen Hanchi's eyes, she was still the innocent girl with a bright smile back then.

Shen Hanchi hugged her tightly, his own eyes were dim with tears, and whispered: "Sister."

He originally thought that this gentle elder sister left without saying goodbye for other reasons.If it weren't for the dark chess in the Shen family's army, he really would not have thought that the big maid beside his mother would commit herself to being a spy in Fengyuechang.

Is it worth it?

He asked again in his heart.

In the palace city of Huajing thousands of miles away, the emperor woke up from a nightmare and dropped the porcelain pillow on the ground.

Zhu Zhinan's head was covered with cold sweat, and he couldn't help panting heavily. The eunuchs and maids in charge of serving were so frightened that they knelt down and shivered like quails.The emperor pressed his painful forehead and waved them back.

It was a wonderful dream at first.Zhu Zhinan dreamed that in his youth long ago, he rode a tall horse through Yang, and Sun Ping beside him laughed and praised him.Shen Qiong had the cheek to ask him for a good bow and arrow.In the military tent, he was sitting at the top of the wine table, Sun Ping drank drunk, Gu Tuizhi grinned and laughed at him, Shen Qiong sang the song of the wind while drunk.They did not distinguish between monarchs and ministers, and they laughed together. He picked up his chopsticks and knocked on the wine bowl, booing after the out-of-tune Shen Qiong.

The golden-armoured female general, who never gave in to a man, sat beside him, with gentle eyes, and filled a bowl of wine for him.He quietly reached under the table and hooked the other's fingers.He saw the red glow flying across the face of the golden armored general, like peach blossoms on the branches in early spring, shining brightly.

It was originally a beautiful dream, and he wanted to indulge in it, unwilling to wake up.When he quietly held the hand of the female general beside him like a young man in Huaichun, the other party suddenly turned into a blood man, and asked him why with a grim smile.

He was so frightened that he dropped her hand and kept running forward.She held a crying baby in her arms, calling his name.Not knowing what happened, the baby returned to his arms again, looking at him with innocent and moist eyes.

Behind him, a group of black shadows mechanically repeated the word "monster".The baby opened its mouth wide open to him—

"No!"

He lifted up this monster that terrified him from the bottom of his heart, and fell down heavily!

The baby fell to the ground, and she cried out loudly behind him, reaching out her hand to strangle him by the throat.

Zhu Zhinan touched his neck with lingering fear, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't come here, don't come here..."

The bedroom is brightly lit, but the emperor is like falling into an ice cave.

He is the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, the Son of Man, and ghosts and gods dare not get close to him, they are all fake, fake...

"The Empress is here—"

He was sitting on the bed in a daze when suddenly there was an announcement from outside the hall.If you ask who is the person Zhu Zhinan does not want to see the most, it is undoubtedly the empress of the world.He said in a hoarse voice that he couldn't see it, then lay back on the bed, huddled himself under the quilt, held the prayer beads on his chest tightly, and recited the scriptures over and over again.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally pronounced the name of the nightmare: "Hua Wei, don't blame me... I was forced..."