sheep hunt

Han Ziling walked slowly, with some hesitation.

He is no stranger to the road from the palace to the Prince Regent's Mansion, but when he thinks about why he took this road before, his heart becomes blocked.

In fact... he would rather he was injured in the morning than Huang Feiyan to help him block that knife---because he hates being in debt to others, especially not in favor of Huang Feiyan...

However, things had unexpectedly developed to this point, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on.

Han Ziling's original intention was to give the medicine to the people around Huang Feiyan and then go back. Who knows, Huang Feiyan sent someone to invite him in, and if he didn't go in, his medicine Huang Feiyan would also be lost.

Han Ziling always knew that Huang Feiyan liked to play tricks, and he also said that he would really not accept the medicine he sent, so he bit his lip and went in.

Now that Huang Feiyan is still hurt, he doesn't believe that Huang Feiyan can do anything to him.

It was still an empty room with flying red gauze, quiet and eerie, through layers of red gauze, Han Ziling could only vaguely see Huang Feiyan leaning on the bed.He frowned slightly, not understanding why Huang Feiyan insisted on hanging so many red silk gauzes in the room.

Slightly sorting out his facial expressions, Han Ziling bowed his hands and said: "My minister..."

As soon as he started, Huang Feiyan, who was leaning on the bed inside, raised the corners of his mouth, showing an evil smile that turned all sentient beings upside down: "Uncle, come in... You are not an outsider anymore, why bother to see outsiders like that???"

Han Ziling frowned even tighter, pursed his lips, tensed his jaw, and went in without saying a word.

After passing through layers of red gauze, Han Ziling could clearly see that Huang Fei's face was pale, his long black hair was flowing like water on his white underwear, his fiery red eyes seemed to have lost the spirit of the past, and became somewhat Dim, but there is still a flattering smile on that beautiful and soul-stirring face.

"I didn't expect uncle to care about me so much... I'm really flattered."

Huang Feiyan's eyes were surprisingly soft, looking at Han Ziling thoughtfully.

In fact, going up to rescue Han Ziling in the morning was a complete accident.

As if it was a subconscious instinctive reaction, before he could react, he was already standing in front of Han Ziling.

Why is this happening?

At that time, he was also shocked, so he refused all contact with Han Ziling, he just wanted to understand why he would do this.

However, after meditating for a while, he seemed to have figured it out - because Han Ziling is his person, his person, only he can hurt, and others can't move a little bit, so he went up to help Han Ziling. one knife.

That's probably the machismo in his bones at work.

However, with the help of the injury, it is a good thing for the uncle to come to see him, care about him, and miss him.

Han Ziling lowered his eyes, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and tried his best to ignore the quiet plum fragrance that was lingering in the air, disturbing him a little: "His Royal Highness the Regent's complexion doesn't look too good, I will take my leave first." , don’t disturb your rest.”

"Uh…"

Huang Feiyan frowned as he looked at Han Ziling's deliberately rigid face.

The uncle is too serious, but... since the uncle took the initiative to deliver it to his door, why would he just let him go without doing anything? ? ?

Seeing that Han Ziling was about to lift his foot to leave, Huang Feiyan's face collapsed immediately, and he yelled 'Ouch'.

Han Ziling's footsteps stopped immediately.

Seeing that his footsteps stopped, Huang Feiyan yelled even more vigorously:

"My chest...it hurts...ouch..."

Although Han Ziling's back was facing Huang Feiyan, there was a hint of worry quietly on his face. People as proud as Huang Feiyan were called so miserable, which meant that the wound was indeed very painful.

At this time, Han Ziling also remembered what Hua Xinyue said when he was in the ring. Hua Xinyue said that her short knife was extremely sharp...

Thinking of this, Han Ziling turned his head, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw that most of Huang Feiyan's undershirt was red, and Huang Feiyan grinned and gasped, but he was so good-looking, even if he was grinning , looks very moving.

"you…"

Han Ziling quickly walked to the bed, reaching out to undo his coat.

Huang Feiyan's innocent blood-colored eyes widened, and she stretched out her hand to hold Han Ziling's hand: "Uncle, what are you doing? Taking advantage of others' danger is not what a gentleman does."

Hearing this, Han Ziling turned petrified at first, then immediately turned gloomy, with a cold face and clear eyes: "Shut up."

That way, there was a bit of majesty, and Huang Feiyan was taken aback for a moment. In the middle of his blankness, Han Ziling had already taken off half of his inner clothes, and looked at the white gauze that wrapped the wound. There was a lot of blood, and his eyebrows involuntarily frowned again, and then he asked, "Where is the gauze?"

Huang Feiyan rolled his blood-red eyes, and said loudly:

"Xiaoluzi, bring some gauze in."

Next, Han Ziling carefully changed Huang Feiyan's medicine. While changing the medicine, he found that Huang Feiyan's wound had really opened, and the wound was not small. The skin and flesh turned out, which looked quite hideous.

After he finished changing Huang Feiyan's medicine, he immediately got up and wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, Huang Feiyan grabbed his waist and pulled him back. Moreover, Huang Feiyan turned his face away with lightning speed, facing the two pieces that he had been staring at for a long time. The bright red lips were printed.

Han Ziling had to admit that his vigilance was too low, he thought Huang Feiyan would be honest when he was sick, but who knows, that guy is not a normal person at all, and his actions are very different from normal people.

Being embraced by him in such a frivolous manner, Han Ziling naturally refused to obey, and struggled vigorously. With this struggle, Huang Feiyan's chest that had just been bandaged overflowed with bright red blood again.

When Han Ziling struggled to open Huang Feiyan's arms, Huang Feiyan looked down innocently at the white gauze that had been dyed red again: "Uncle... the wound is open again."

Han Ziling frowned, looked at the bright smile on Huang Feiyan's face, and gritted his teeth angrily: "I'll find a small way for you, I'm leaving."

Hmph, it's best not to change it, it hurts him to death, it's not honest who hurt him.

After finishing speaking, he left immediately without waiting for Huang Feiyan to say anything, he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would be pissed off by Huang Feiyan.

"Uncle is really ruthless... I obviously hurt him because of him..."

Before leaving Huang Feiyan's residence, he could still hear Huang Feiyan's 'resentful' voice, Han Ziling staggered and almost fell to the ground.

God, either he is crazy, or Huang Feiyan is crazy, he can speak in such a voice...

...

For Han Ziling, leaving the Prince Regent's Mansion will bring peace to the world.

He took a deep breath, looked at the most luxurious and tallest building in the capital, a smile appeared on his handsome face.

After all, he didn't waste too much time, Huang Yifan should be relieved.

Han Ziling walked briskly, Shi Shiran, on the street back to the palace.

However, at the corner of a certain intersection, as soon as he turned, the road was blocked by someone.

One of them was wearing a silver-white robe, as humble as a jade, gentle and elegant, with black hair fluttering in the wind, and the end was elegant and dusty.

One of them was wearing an orange long dress, innocent, charming and cute, with braided braids drooping on the chest, simple and beautiful.

It's them.

Han Ziling's eyes narrowed slightly, he instinctively sensed some danger, and secretly became alert in his heart, but Han Ziling still had a smile on his face: "Flying Snow Messenger, Seventh Princess, what a coincidence, I didn't expect that we would meet here."

Hua Feixue's eyes were deep, and she looked at him lightly:

"Brother Han, Feixue is really...very interested in you (blood)...Can Brother Han come back to the Hundred Flowers Dynasty with us?"

Han Ziling's heart skipped a beat, and he finally knew that Hua Feixue and Hua Xinmeng knew clearly, and they were going to deal with him secretly.

However, he is just a little Taifu, why is Hua Feixue so persistent?

"I'm sorry, Feixue, Brother Han is a lover of his hometown, and he really doesn't like to move to other places, so, Brother Han can only appreciate your kindness."

"You have to learn to adapt to everything..."

Hua Feixue said, the white figure moved, and immediately appeared in front of Han Ziling, and said in an elegant and low voice: "I was not willing to hurt Brother Han, but... if Brother Han doesn't cooperate, Feixue will We had to take appropriate measures…”

"you…"

Is this already ripped off?

Hua Feixue's target was actually him?Why?

Before he could think about it, his eyes suddenly went dark, and Wushuang's black shadow flew past his eyes, startling him, he took a step back, and then he saw clearly that the black shadow was a butterfly.

Black butterflies, tens or hundreds of butterflies.

The black mass is flying lightly in the air.

Han Ziling looked around. There were people coming and going on the street, but no one noticed them. Why?Could it be that they have tampered with here too?

But where did those butterflies come from?Why did so many come out all of a sudden?

One or two is not enough to be feared, but when the blackness is gathered together, it is a little scary...