Dingjiangshan

Yan Qing didn't pretend to be someone else's hand, gathered the needle bag and silver knife in person, and walked along the corridor outside Zichen Hall to the side hall.

In the side hall, Jiang Ling was lying on the table boredly picking up lanterns, and Jiang Xiaohan was sitting next to her, holding a loose sword tassel in his hand.

"Why did you come back at this hour?" Jiang Xiaohan was stunned: "It's not about bloodletting, at least two hours."

"Ning Huaijin is back." Yan Qing said succinctly: "With him watching, I'll just go after I calculate the exact time."

"No wonder." Jiang Xiaohan muttered, and when he raised his head, he patted Jiang Ling's restless hand lightly, and said, "It's covered by the light, do you still want to fix it?"

"Xiu Xiuxiu." Jiang Ling nodded quickly.

She was so angry in the afternoon that she accidentally tore off the fast knot on the sword tassel.However, it was she who finally asked Yan Qing to weave this sword tassel for her. The baby was so tight that she could only beg Jiang Xiaohan to fix it for her again.

Jiang Xiaohan is also good-tempered, and entered the palace with Yan Qing along a few red ropes, and actually sat in the side hall and repaired for her all afternoon.

"But counting the days, Ning Huaijin should not be able to return to Beijing until tomorrow afternoon." Yan Qing put the needle bag aside, and said casually, "Why did you suddenly come back so early?"

"Suddenly?" Jiang Xiaohan fiddled with the sword tassel in his hand, and smiled when he heard this: "No suddenly, I sent the letter to the prince."

Yan Qing didn't remember having this impression, and asked strangely, "When did it happen?"

"Just in the afternoon, when you were picking up needles in the study." Jiang Xiaohan passed a very thin red rope through the break, wrapped two buckles to tighten it, and said without raising his head: "Your Majesty is not a fool, since you want to step on this There must be a bigger plan to leave in the future. I have a vague guess in my heart, but this matter is more or less dangerous, and I can't let His Majesty's temper let him go on a rampage-if the prince is not called back, I'm afraid there will be no People can't help it."

"Indeed." Yan Qing didn't know what came to mind, and slightly elongated his tone, and said, "Sure enough, you are a good student taught by yourself."

Jiang Xiaohan: "..."

Mr. Jiang was wronged immediately, and called Qu: "How can I teach this?"

"Father, father—" Jing Zhan reacted quickly, reached out from under the table and pulled his robe, and reminded in a low voice: "Back then, back then..."

"This...it can't be the same. I had no choice but to do so." Jiang Xiaohan also suddenly remembered something, his momentum weakened by three points, and he whispered: "Ah Qing, this cannot be an old account."

Yan Qing walked up to him, took out the ravaged candlestick from Jiang Ling's hand, pushed it towards Jiang Xiaohan, then gently twitched his chin with his thumb, without saying a word.

There was another thunderclap outside the window, and Ning Huaijin suddenly recovered from the loss of strength, and looked at Ning Yan again.

For the convenience of administering the needle, Ning Yan moved to the soft couch in the outer room before. His upper body was half-undressed, and his entire arm was exposed. He only wore an outer shirt and a thin quilt.

A small smoker was placed beside the couch, emitting heat quietly. Ning Yan's left arm covered with silver needles was hanging limply on the side of the couch, with a silver bowl placed under his wrist.

- pat.

Ning Huaijin was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was the sound of Ning Yan's blood dripping into the bowl.

He seems to have lost a lot of weight, Ning Huaijin suddenly thought.

He was always with Ning Yan before, not to mention seeing each other every day, but they were almost the same, and he rarely felt what he had changed.

But now, Ning Huaijin clearly felt the changes in Ning Yan—whether it was because Ning Yan was sick, he always felt that Ning Yan was a little haggard, and he lost a lot of weight. The child-like outline was completely dissipated somewhere, and the lower jaw was tightened inward, outlining a thin and handsome side face.

——Ning Yan seems to have grown up, Ning Huaijin suddenly thought.

Just where he couldn't see, the last bit of youthful air quietly faded away, and he became a full-fledged adult.

But Ning Yan looked at him with the same eyes, still sincere, enthusiastic, full of joy, as if seeing him here was something extraordinary.

Ning Huaijin couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. These days he was outside and couldn't see Ning Yan, so he thought a lot about whether he was in love or not.It's just that this thing has to be understood by oneself in the end, Jiang Xiaohan didn't mention anything, and Ning Huaijin was so confused that he couldn't figure it out for a long time.

But at this moment, his whole body was drenched by the rain, and when he was in a state of embarrassment with Ning Yan, Ning Huaijin suddenly felt a little subtle feeling.

——Because the way Ning Yan looked at him was so focused, Ning Huaijin was truly blessed, and he could see more emotions than "happiness" from it.

It was a look of great anticipation but also some apprehension. He seemed to want to get close, but for some reason he restrained himself.

It's because of me, Ning Huaijin suddenly thought.

Maybe Jiang Xiaohan was right, Ning Huaijin thought, I don't have to accept it, but I can't look down on it.

Ning Yan looked at Ning Huaijin softly for a while, but he didn't urge him loudly, because he knew that since Ning Huaijin could enter the palace at night for him, he would definitely come in.

"Linglong." Ning Yan called out.

Linglong put down the soup bowl in her hand, and submissively agreed.Ning Huaijin froze for a moment, only to realize that there was actually another person in the room.

"It's raining outside." Ning Yan looked out the window, implying something: "It's a good time to fish in troubled waters."

"I understand." Linglong said.

"Do you know how to say it?" Ning Yan asked.

"I know." Linglong blessed him, took an oil-paper umbrella from a corner of the outer hall and walked out.When passing by Ning Huaijin, Linglong even stopped to greet him.

Ning Huaijin knew Ning Yan, not only his living habits, but also his style of doing things, so as soon as he listened to his orders, he knew what he should want to do.

Ning Huaijin finally sorted out her emotions through interruptions again and again, and stepped into the hall.

Ning Yan welcomed him into the door with gentle eyes, watched him walk to the side of the couch, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

As they got closer, Ning Huaijin saw the mystery of Ning Yan's body clearly. The silver needles on his body didn't matter, the silver bowl under his wrist was the culprit that made Ning Yan unable to move - Yan Qing was behind him. There was a small opening two knuckles long on the side of the left wrist, and it was supported by a very thin hollow reed tube, which was directing blood.

Blood had accumulated in half a bowl, Ning Huaijin touched it and found that the bowl was cold.

"Your Majesty—" Ning Huaijin was in great pain, and wanted to ask him if it hurt, but was afraid of reminding him, so he hesitated for a moment, so he asked dryly, "Did you not receive the letter I sent you?"

"Received." Ning Yan said in a low voice, "But it's too late."

Ning Huaijin gritted her teeth.

"I should..." He wanted to say that he should move faster, or not be angry when Jiang Xuan entered the palace, and should have found out about this earlier before releasing him, but Ning Yan didn't give him this chance.

"I did it on purpose, Uncle Huang." Ning Yan didn't want him to blame himself, and admitted happily: "Ruan Yin found out about my affair with you, so she will definitely use this to make a fuss. Instead of letting Ruan Yin Keeping this handle in my hand, I might as well show her a useful way first, and let her use this handle within the range I can accept."

Ning Huaijin is not such a foolish person, she won't believe what Ning Yan says.If he really focused on moving forward, he would have dealt with Ruan Yin earlier than Ning Yan.

Ning Yan said it lightly, but she had to be "within Ruan Yin's acceptable range" before she could use this trick.Ning Yan said it as if the clouds were calm, but in fact it was just a trade-off. For "what he wanted to do", he gave up a part that he thought was not very important.

"Did Ruan Yin make you feel threatened?" Ning Huaijin said, "That's why I want to think of a way to set her a bigger trap at all costs."

"Yes." At this point where the arrow was on the string, Ning Yan didn't want to lie to him, and simply said: "I didn't want to do it so early, but the time and place are right, who made her have a big heart and tried to use my mind to make decisions I."

Ning Huaijin saw his hostility towards Ruan Yin from his sudden change of self-proclaim, and gave him a worried look.After Ning Yan finished speaking, he also realized that he was a bit hostile, so he paused, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at Ning Huaijin with his lips pursed.

"It's not just that." Ning Huaijin was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Your Majesty has any other reasons, let me tell you."

Ning Yan opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment.He looked at Ning Huaijin's expression, as if he wanted to see his attitude from his face, so that he could decide whether to tell the truth or not—he seemed to be frightened by Ning Huaijin's decisive questioning twice before, So instinctively want to cover up.

Ning Huaijin didn't speak, and waited quietly for a while, then saw Ning Yan turned slightly to the side, and stretched out his right hand with some difficulty, as if he wanted to pull his hand.

Ning Huaijin sighed inwardly, seeing that his posture was awkward and laborious, she passed her hand over and let Ning Yan hold it.

"I want to protect you." Ning Yan said softly.

Ning Huaijin's breathing stopped for a moment.

"It's come to this point, Uncle Huang, don't preach..." Ning Yan said: "It's too late to say, I must continue."

Ning Huaijin was silent for a while, and followed Ning Yan's movement to sit on the edge of the couch, and stretched out his hand to tuck his quilt - he could see that Ning Yan became extremely afraid of the cold after being poisoned, even if it was just now In midsummer, he still had to wear a thin quilt.

"I don't understand." Ning Huaijin whispered.

He really didn't understand, and he didn't understand why Ning Yan was able to go all out like this for his boring and old-fashioned self.

"Uncle Huang doesn't understand, and he doesn't have to understand." Ning Yan said: "I don't know where it starts, but it goes deeper and deeper. There are many foolish people in this world."

Usually, Li Ningyan is used to acting coquettishly to seek favor, but when it comes to feelings, he doesn't know what kind of stubbornness he has committed, and he doesn't act coquettishly or seek favor, as if he is afraid that his feelings will be infected with a little bit of weakness, and he is stubborn. Said: "The emperor just wait to see my sincerity."