God level hypnotist

Xiao Yu took the official document handed over by the other party, carefully inspected it without saying a word, but there was a deep depression and fatigue hidden in his brows and eyes.

It is rare for Chen Tingwen to be summoned by His Highness the Crown Prince himself. This time, upon hearing that His Highness the Crown Prince summoned him, he hurriedly took a bath and changed into a bright official uniform before coming to see him with the search results of the past few days.

At this time, seeing His Highness the Crown Prince looking through it very seriously, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and I didn't dare to vent my anger.

After about a cup of tea time, Xiao Yu put down the official document, handed it to the attendant, and said, "Aiqing has worked hard these days."

His voice was much deeper and hoarse, different from the gentle voice of the past.

Chen Tingwen frowned, glanced at the young man's pale and haggard face, and hurriedly said: "This is the duty of the humble minister, so I dare not talk about hard work."

But I couldn't help but click tut in my heart, sighing that His Royal Highness really looks very tired, worried and exhausted.

Xiao Yu nodded, paused for a while, then raised his eyes to look at the other party again, after several times of examination, the expression in his eyes changed a bit.

"Aiqing hasn't had a good rest in the past few days? I see that your face is very tired. Could it be that you have encountered some difficulties?" The young man asked in a warm voice, his eyes filled with concern.

Chen Tingwen's face froze, and he hurriedly lowered his head and confessed: "My minister has lost his manners in front of His Highness, His Highness Wanwang forgives the sin."

"It's my responsibility, I dare not talk about the difficulties. Maybe there are some trivial matters at home these few days, which make me a little tired. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Chen Tingwen wiped the sweat from his brow, and found an excuse.

I can't ask him to say that... he spends time with that singer every day, because of his beauty... It's just that he has burned incense and bathed before meeting His Royal Highness, but he is still seen as embarrassed, which really makes him feel ashamed .

Xiao Yu put down the teacup thoughtfully, and looked at the other party calmly, Fang said slowly: "It's a private matter at home, but it's okay, it's just that Ai Qing must take care of her health. Not like me Ask Imperial Doctor Zhang to go with Aiqing's house, give Aiqing a careful examination, seek medical help if you are sick, and seek peace of mind if you have nothing to do."

Chen Tingwen didn't dare to refuse His Highness the Prince's kindness, so he could only kowtow to thank him, and then he wiped the sweat from his forehead and retreated.

Xiao Yu smiled and said nothing, only waiting for the figure of the other party to disappear outside the door, the smile on his face faded little by little, leaving only a bitter and tired face.

The attendant put on a new cup of tea and put it lightly in front of the young man, but the young man seemed to have never heard of it, just staring blankly at the sky outside the door in a daze, not knowing where his thoughts were taken by the flowing clouds on the sky.

He sat quietly for a long time, until the curling heat of the new tea melted into the slightly cold air, then he raised a cup and drank the cold tea like well water in one gulp.

Then he got up and changed into a suit of casual clothes, and rode away all the way.

But it stopped in front of a private house.

The plaque with the word "Meng's House" is still upright and brightly hanging directly above, but for some reason, Xiao Yu feels that it seems to have a layer of dust on it, so he can't help but let people repeat it over and over again. Wipe the plaque of the wandering dragon.

He shook his head, took out a key from his pocket, opened the lock carefully, pushed the door and walked in.

However, the moment he pushed open the door, he hesitated a little, as if he realized that his trespassing behavior was inappropriate, he paused slightly.

It's a pity that the door opened, and the sound of "squeaking" flapping suddenly sounded in the empty courtyard, and it returned to calm, making the whole courtyard even more quiet, so quiet that it seemed that he could hear the sound of him breathing alone.

No one came forward to stop him or greet him.

Xiao Yu's expression darkened for a moment, and he laughed at himself for a while.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew away a green bamboo leaf, which swirled and landed at Xiao Yu's feet.

Xiao Yu stared blankly at the bamboo leaf for a while, then shifted his gaze to the lush new bamboo beside him.

From winter to spring, the carefully cared bamboo is also growing well, and each other scrambles to the blue sky with a straight body, regardless of who has gone or who has come to the courtyard.

So ruthless, yet so at ease.

Xiao Yu stretched out his hand and caressed a bamboo branch that slanted out, his movements were indescribably gentle.

Li Qing, who was following from a distance, saw this scene, sighed silently, walked away, and quietly closed the door, while he quietly guarded outside the Meng residence.

He knew in his heart that in the past few days, no matter how busy his master was with the political disputes and how anxious he was looking for Dr. Meng, he would always spare some time to spend some time in the empty Meng's mansion. .

Just staying here is a whole day's work, and I am determined not to go back unless it is the time when the palace is forbidden at dusk.

He was a bodyguard and couldn't be persuaded, so he had to stay here obediently.If this can make the master feel better.

Xiao Yu put down the branches and leaves in his hands, as if thinking of something, a faint smile floated on his lips.

The boy seems to like bamboo very much.Whether it was the first meeting in Cuiwei Forest Garden that day, or the many contacts with the young man later, the young man seems to have favored the scene of bamboo.

According to Luo Yun, it is because my husband especially likes to make flutes out of bamboo.

I have also seen it in a daze, the boy always carries an exquisite bamboo flute with him, the craftsmanship is exquisite and exquisite, it is even more exquisite than the craftsman in the palace.

It's a pity that he has never had the honor to listen to the song of the youth.

Thinking of this, the smile on Xiao Yu's mouth suddenly disappeared again, and turned into a sour feeling instead.

If I never see the boy again in this life...

Xiao Yu was startled suddenly, quickly suppressed this overly horrifying thought, and shook his head repeatedly.

No, it's impossible, Heng'er has an extraordinary talent, so nothing will happen to her!

However, even though he tried so hard to convince himself, he still couldn't help but think of what he saw that day.

After waiting for two days but still no response, he was worried that the young man would appear abnormal and bloodthirsty again, so he had no choice but to ask Li Qing to break in.

But it was a mess.

Called the servants in the mansion and no one answered, but there was actually dried blood on the floor of the room, exuding a dark and hopeless atmosphere.

The tables and chairs were overturned to the ground in a mess, the smoker that always smelt fragrant was sprinkled with soot, and the bedding and quilt on the bed were thrown into a mess.

But there was no sign of the boy anywhere.

Xiao Yu closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and finally did not want to recall the scene of that day.

Just at this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind.

Li Qing should not come to disturb each other, and there will never be another person in Meng's house.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yu's heart trembled, and he subconsciously turned around to look, but he just stood there in a daze.

He rolled his throat with difficulty, and his fisted hands trembled uncontrollably.

It was a slender and slender figure from the back, lightly wrapped in a white shirt, with black hair hanging all over his head, and his gait was still so calm and indifferent when walking.

As he has stared at it a thousand times.

"Heng'er..." He called out uncontrollably, and there was a hoarseness in his voice that he couldn't ignore.

The boy turned around slowly.

Xiao Yu heard his heart beating like a drum.As if his body preceded his consciousness, when he came back to his senses, he had already stood in front of the boy.

Subconsciously, he was about to reach out to hold the boy's arm, but the tentacles were completely cold.

There was wind whizzing through the gaps between his fingers, and he clenched his fingers tightly, but only touched his knuckles that couldn't stop trembling.

All the emotions that were suppressed in my heart rushed out at this moment, and tears flowed out of the young man's eyes involuntarily, and he fell to the ground with a "click".

"Heng'er..." he called out involuntarily.

But the young man never said a word, just stood there quietly, unable to grasp or touch, his brows and eyes were indifferent, as if nothing could be seen in his eyes.

It's like the boy disappeared from his sight decisively this time, without leaving him any clues.

Xiao Yu felt as if his whole body was being frozen, and he couldn't move anymore, so he could only stare at the young man in a daze, begging in his heart that it would be good if he could give him a word.

I don't know how long it took before I finally saw the young man's thin lips move slightly, his voice was still so clear, but the words he spit out shocked him.

"You shouldn't be here." The boy said word by word.

His throat seemed to be blocked, and there was a sharp pain in his throat. All the words he wanted to ask were blocked in his heart, and it was difficult to speak out.

He saw with his own eyes that the boy turned and walked away mercilessly.

It was slightly dark in front of his eyes, Xiao Yu seemed to use all his strength to grab the bamboo branch beside him so as not to fall to the ground.

"Heng'er." He called again in a low voice.This time, he didn't expect any response from the boy.

In the end, I was thinking too much, so that the phantom of the boy appeared.

But why is it so unfeeling even if it is a phantom...

"You wait, I will be back." The boy's voice sounded again, but this time it made him stunned.

What do you say...

Just as he was about to ask, he clearly saw the sadness in the youth's dark eyes.

It was extremely light, yet extremely thick, as if it was about to overflow and drown him.

He finally stood where he was, watching the young man disappear in front of him step by step.

Then, as if awakened with a start, he let out a long sigh.

For some reason in his heart, the vast despair seemed to dissipate a little, and a tiny hope sprang up from the bottom of his heart, creeping up bit by bit, gradually filling up his dwindling courage.

I can definitely get you back.

He made a silent promise.