That disobedient Young Palace Master

When Tang Lu fell into the darkness, his soul seemed to be separated from his body. He stood there, watching the memory slide by scene after scene before him.

In the first scene, it was like a study room, with one picture after another hanging on the wall, all of which were a man in white.Facing the direction of the gate, a man in blue clothes lowered his head and held on to his brush, drawing strokes on the canvas. The man's black hair stretched from his shoulders to his waist, and his eyes were fixed on the movements of his hands. It is also extremely good-looking, with clear bones, slender, and fair skin.On the table opposite to the man was a young man. The young man was thin and small. He was dressed in white clothes, giving him an air of frailty. He looked as delicate as a woman, but also as upright as a man. His eyes were like stars in a pool of water. It is crystal clear and cannot be tarnished.

If you look carefully at the painting of the man in blue, it is the boy lying on the table. The boy on the canvas is lifelike, sitting on the bow of the boat in white clothes, with a smile on his face, so charming.

The young man tilted his head and whispered: "Qi Fan, when are you with me?"

The man who was called Qi Fan paused the hand holding the pen, and put it away in a panic, "No, no, this is not in accordance with etiquette." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly walked out the door.

The boy hurriedly chased after him, and said willfully: "Why not? I like you and I like you."

The man was still repeating, "It's not proper, it's not proper."

The two walked away one after the other, and Tang Lu came out from the side. He was very familiar with that boy, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. He just felt that the man was too strange to him, even his appearance Not sure.

The scene in front of him changed again, the frail young man was hiding in the alley under the night sky, leaning against the wall, a mouthful of bright red blood flowed from his mouth.Then, the boy's eyes darkened and he fell into the darkness. The boy supported the wall to keep his body from falling down. It took a long time before the boy's eyesight slowly recovered.

"—" Someone called the young man in an urgent voice.

The boy hurriedly wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, muttering: "Don't let Qi Fan see me like this, he will be worried."

After checking that there was nothing suspicious, the boy returned to his self-willed appearance, smiled and searched for him, only to see a man in blue at the entrance of the alley looking for him.

When the man saw the boy, he first blamed him: "Why are you running around, it's so dark, what if I can't find you?" Then he felt distressed, "The clothes are all dirty."

After listening to the man's nagging, the young man smiled, took the man's hand, and said, "It won't happen next time, let's go back, and you can draw me a picture of me holding a lantern later." The man looked at The two held hands, hesitating, the boy said again: "There are few people on the street now, just let me hold it for a while."

The man shook his head, sighed, and then he held hands tightly, leading the boy to walk in the silvery night.

The warmth of the palms entangled with each other, and the corners of the boy's eyes crooked with joy.

Tang Lu looked a little dumbfounded, he could feel that the young man was sick, and he probably died soon.

Unexpectedly, when the scenery around him changed, it was the man lying on the bed with his eyes closed. The man's beautiful hair covered the pillow, and he lost a lot of weight.

In the yard, the young man was holding a cattail fan and fanning the fire carefully. A medicine pot was broken at his feet, and the black medicine juice splashed onto the young man's white skirt, which was speckled.The boy's fingers shaking the cattail fan were red and swollen, as if he had been burned.

A small bowl of medicine was poured out, the boy carefully carried it to the bedside, spoonful after spoonful was blown cold, and delivered to the man's mouth, the man swallowed the medicine for a while and spit it out again, the boy quickly used his sleeve Wipe the man's mouth and the neck where the medicine juice flows.

The young man was so anxious that he was about to cry, and choked up, and said, "I'll go to Tang Yanyao to get the medicine, and he can save you." The young man saw the man's eyelashes tremble, and the man heard his words, and the young man continued, "Qi Fan, Wait for my return."

After asking a cold woman to take care of the man, the boy got on the horse, and his figure became farther and farther away.

That cold woman was actually colder than now, Tang Lu only felt it.

At this time, the boy knelt down.

In the front seat, the man with a clean face showed anger, and said resolutely: "No! The life-extending grass is used to save your life, and you can't give it to others."

The young man knelt straight on the ground and said, "Tang Yanyao, I have never begged you for anything in my life. This is the first time I beg you. Please save Qi Fan. He...he is sick."

"How can I save you after saving him? Silly boy, this is for your own good." After hearing the boy's words, the man's tone softened.

"I can't live without him, so you just say you don't give me the life-sustaining grass. If you don't, I will die in this lobby today, so that you won't feel sorry for the life-sustaining grass." The boy stood up. stand up.

"Crack" the man smashed the teacup at the boy's feet, the boy didn't dodge, the man said angrily: "Nonsense!" Then he said to a man in gray clothes: "Wang Protector, send the young palace master back to the room, take a good look at it!" Watch him, don't let him go down the mountain."

The gray-clothed man responded, "Yes."

The young man was dragged away by the man in gray. The young man turned his head, eyes full of hatred, and said, "Tang Yanyao, you are not my father! I don't have such a desperate father like you!"

The boy's shouts gradually disappeared, and Tang Lu really heard the man in the lobby read: "Father is really doing it for your own good." After saying that, he sighed and sat down.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy returned to the side of the man in blue. Seeing the man drink the medicine in one gulp, the corner of the boy's mouth curled up. He kissed the man's white forehead lightly, and whispered: " I'm afraid I won't be able to say goodbye to you in this life, and in the next life I will accompany you to draw whatever you want, okay?"

The white sleeves wiped away traces of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Holding a pen, the young man wrote on the yellowed paper with trembling hands - Go back to the palace, don't miss it.

In fact, he also wanted to write some farewell words, some words that he wanted to be with the man. After thinking about it, if he wanted to say goodbye, it would be better to leave as little as possible.

The boy reluctantly walked out of the room, and said to the cold woman outside the door: "Let's go." The woman just nodded without making a sound.

When the boy left the yard, the tears from the corners of the man's eyes finally fell down, dripping on the blue hair.

The young man hurried to Yaoqing Palace, at the gate of the palace, he stood there alone and waited for him for a long time.

The young man was riding on the horse, and when he saw that person, his nose turned sour, and he whispered: "Father, it's a child, no—filial piety." After finishing speaking, he fell off the horse, his white clothes flowing, but he never got up again after falling down. up.

"Xiaolu! Xiaolu!" Tang Lu's heart ached as Xiaolu shouted, it was an all too familiar title.

... Tang Lu slept on the only bed in the room, and he felt a pair of warm big hands wrapped around his hands. The temperature was so comfortable that even the heat-hating corpse centipede could not resist.Tang Lu remembered that he seemed to have had a very, very long dream, but he couldn't remember what the dream was about. He only remembered a man with nice hair and a pair of nice hands.

Seeing Tang Lu's hand move, Quan Yi put down his hand silently and went out the door.

Outside the door, Hua Yifeng and Yanzi Nanfei were both there, Yanzi Nanfei was anxiously walking back and forth, when he saw Quan Yi coming out, he immediately stepped forward and asked, "How is Mr. Tang, is he awake?" Hua Yifeng did the same Looking at Quan Yi, waiting for his reply.

"Consciousness is still very vague, I should wake up after tonight." Quan Yi replied.

The two breathed a sigh of relief.

Quan Yi smiled and asked Hua Yifeng: "Sister Hua, as far as I know, boneless leaves are highly poisonous, right?"

Hua Yifeng nodded, expressing his acquiescence, and rarely said: "Yes."

"Will there be side effects from treating Tang Lu?" Quan Yi asked with a smile.

"Yes." Hua Yifeng said lightly, a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, and she continued: "But I don't know what it is."

"Really?" Quan Yi seems to be asking but not like asking.

But Hua Yifeng still let out a "huh".Yanzi Nanfei was confused by what he heard, and always felt that the two of them were about to fight, but then he thought that Hua Yifeng was definitely not Quan Yi's opponent. The cold sisters got up.

Quan Yi went back to the room, held Tang Lu in his arms, and spent the night awake.That night Tanglu slept very peacefully. He dreamed of a place with mountains and water. To the west of that place was a cliff of ten thousand feet, and to the east was a wide and big waterfall.There is a thatched hut above the waterfall. In front of the hut, a young man dressed in crow blue is practicing martial arts with a wooden sword. There is a tear mole under the corner of the young man's left eye, which is light brown.At that time, the teenager didn't like to laugh very much, but just immersed himself in practicing, day after day, year after year.

As time goes by, the boy grows taller and his martial arts are getting better and better.

At the age of 15, the young man bid farewell to his master and went down the cliff alone. After he got off the cliff, he fought against bullies who robbed good women and men, bullied bullies with poor martial arts, and helped others to grab some treasures. I saw that young man had entered many institutions, but he came out safe and sound.

Many people tried to trouble him, but they were all defeated by him.For a time, the boy's reputation was greatly shaken.

By chance, the boy picked up a black sword in a certain cave. The word "disaster relief" was engraved on the sword.

From then on, people in the rivers and lakes all said that the people who dissipated misfortunes and scattered people were evil spirits, who killed countless people with bloody hands, ghosts and ghosts, and everyone died.Later, the teenager fell in love with laughing, but it was not a smile from the heart.

In Tang Lu's dream, he was playing tricks on himself, and he said to himself, it's not good for you to dream of anyone, but that damned Quan Yi.After struggling with himself for half the night, Tang Lu fell asleep again, but this time he didn't dream of anything.

The author has something to say: Can any little angel who is watching make a sound?

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