On How to Correctly Seek Vengeance from the Sick Beauty

When Shen Lingyuan left the Wantang Courtyard, the sun was already in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed every brick and tile on the roof orange.

I don't know what kind of poison was used on the woman's whip, but a small cut has made him unconscious for so long, and a large piece of flesh will be dug out.

Shen Lingyuan flicked the wrist that was reflexively flicked, and at the same time increased his speed, and ran towards Yunxuan Garden.

He didn't put the girl's thoughts in his heart at all.

Today is Shen Yanqing's birthday on the [-]th of March. Naturally, many princes and ministers came to celebrate the new official's appointment. The guards will be looser than before. Shen Lingyuan discussed with the six people that tonight is the best time to do it.

If it didn't happen last night, Shen Lingyuan must be full of confidence now, but now after fighting with that mysterious night rider, Shen Lingyuan is very uneasy in his heart, one is so difficult to deal with, let alone that night The shadow of the riding leader hasn't appeared yet.

So Shen Lingyuan was going to the garden to tell the six people so that they could think of a countermeasure together.

However, it was still the familiar grove, and it was still the six people from the palace. This time Shen Lingyuan just sneaked in from a direction they didn't know, and he didn't expect to hear something different.

Due to the cover of the bushes, Shen Lingyuan couldn't see who it was, but he could tell it was Eleven based on his voice.

"I went to Lanxuan last night. I wanted to see what the kid was really like. I didn't expect to be discovered by heavy armored soldiers. The defense of the Hou Mansion is really good. I don't know if our operation tonight will go smoothly."

"Brother, don't worry. It will be that kid who will do it. Even if we are found out, we can probably save our lives as long as we put the blame on him."

"Sixteen is right, we don't need to risk our lives for a stranger."

Looking at the six sympathetic people, Shen Lingyuan narrowed his only eyes slightly, then left quietly holding his swollen arms, and returned to the Lingxiao Pavilion from the official road to feed the pigs.

That night, the full moon was waning, and when the nobles left, the fire and hustle and bustle of Yunxuan Garden gradually faded away.

Shen Lingyuan lurks under the elm tree outside Qing'an Hall as agreed, and time slowly passed while waiting, until Shisi and Robohu, who successfully replaced the maids, came out of the warm pavilion, and the two exchanged glances, proving that she had succeeded.

Shen Lingyuan didn't move until the two left, and found Shiliu who was waiting at the base of the wall along the wall.

"Brother has stunned the guards in the courtyard, you can go in directly." Sixteen whispered.

Goodbye to Shiliu, because of the words of the six people, Shen Lingyuan's heart was already deep, he just nodded lightly, then stepped on Shiliu's back, and slipped into the courtyard, the servants on guard at night really Already stunned.

Shen Lingyuan didn't dare to delay, bypassing the servants who were lying all over and went straight to the master bedroom.

Pushing open the door and entering the cabinet, his body suddenly warmed up. Behind him was the creaking sound of the wooden door closing. The pleasant smell instantly filled his nostrils, but when Shen Lingyuan inhaled it, he knew it was agarwood.

The secret recipe he bought at a high price was given to Shen Yanqing.

I didn't expect this person to still use it.

Some inexplicable emotion stained the young man's clear eyes. Maybe it was because Shen Yanqing was no different from a dead person in his heart at this time, and he could express his sorrow and sorrow to his heart's content.

Shen Lingyuan tiptoed and opened the curtain of the inner room.

For some reason, after stepping into this inner room, his heart reached a strange tranquility.

The oil lamp in the house was still on, and the big flame danced happily, reflecting the beauty on the bed, her face was like a lotus, and her eyebrows were like a painting, but the luster on her face dimmed a little in the next second.

It turned out that Shen Lingyuan's figure covered the lights, and his huge shadow hit the red curtain beside the bed.

A dazzling cold light suddenly appeared in Shen Lingyuan's hand, but the blade stopped abruptly the moment it touched the skin of his neck.

The sleeping person slowly opened his eyes.

The moment the two looked at each other, Shen Lingyuan's wrist was also grabbed vigorously at the same time.

"Why don't you stab?" The owner of the voice seemed sleepy, the words were sleepy, and it sounded more like whispering in the ear.

Shen Lingyuan was completely stunned, and blurted out: "How can you still be awake!"

Hearing this, the man was startled for a moment, then chuckled lightly, stroked the broken hair by Shen Lingyuan's ear with the other hand, and said softly: "It turned out to be sweat medicine. I thought they would give me a whole day with you around." A bottle of peacock plume."

"What, what..." Shen Lingyuan's pupils seemed to be shaking, and there was a coldness around his ears at first, and then a sudden fever.

However, Shen Yanqing didn't intend to let him go, and deliberately leaned into the reddish ear and breathed: "Tell me, why did you change the medicine temporarily?"

The pleasant aroma of herbs filled the air, but it hit Shen Lingyuan's weakness again, and he froze in place, unable to move.

"Could it be that you miss me?"

The deceptive whispers rang in his ears, and Shen Lingyuan froze for an instant, while the slender hand took advantage of the air attack and stretched out to the back of his head, pulling gently.

As layers of white gauze fell, this last layer of useless cover also disappeared.

The vision gradually merged and became clear, and Shen Lingyuan's eyes turned red at the same time.

It turned out that Shen Yan knew his identity early on.

At this moment, he seemed to be trapped in that dark narrow alley again, suffering and helpless, as if he was standing naked in front of Shen Yanqing, without any privacy at all.

At this moment, a black shadow appeared quietly, and a silver blade made a sound of wind, pointing directly at the back of Shen Lingyuan's neck, and at the same time sealed off all the escape routes of the young man.

Shen Lingyuan naturally heard it. He looked at the beautiful light-colored eyes in front of him, as if laughing at himself, and said with a smile: "So you knew it a long time ago, but you have been playing tricks on me."

"Then what do I have to do to not trick you?"

The man's mouth always had a gentle curvature. He seemed to be very interested, and suddenly tore off the collar on his chest, revealing a large area of ​​snow. His long and narrow eyes looked straight at Shen Lingyuan with half-closed eyes, and his thin lips parted and closed: "Come on, Zihui, don't shake your hands, stab here..."

After all, he grabbed Shen Lingyuan's hand holding the knife, and moved towards his own fair neck little by little: "You want me, like this?"

I don't know if it was stimulated by the color, or he became angry from embarrassment after his identity was exposed, Shen Lingyuan's right eye with the scar was red, and the scab was cracked due to fierce resistance.

The lights became mottled with the movements of the two, and there was silence everywhere. In the empty room, Shen Lingyuan could clearly hear himself gradually breathing heavily.

The blade finally cut through the skin of Shen Yanqing's collarbone, and traces of blood also ooze out.

But Shen Yanqing looked back at his anger with the most indifferent expression as if he didn't feel it. The brown pupils were surrounded by a circle of light-colored pupils in the bright peach blossom eyes, like a filament in amber. Emotionless.

Shen Lingyuan felt that he didn't understand, but now he realized that he really didn't understand. The person in front of him, on the surface, was as gentle and elegant as before, but in his bones, there was a cruelty that he dared not look directly at.

There are also organs to count.

"What on earth do you want to do?" The silver dagger in his hand fell to the ground, Shen Lingyuan's right eye hadn't seen light for a long time, and at this moment, he was stimulated again, and he was rolling down tears, but his voice sounded terribly calm, as if in a flash The time has grown a lot.

A strange color finally appeared on Shen Yanqing's calm face. He let go of the boy's hand, lifted the quilt on the bed, and stood up barefoot.

It was probably caused by the exercise between the two of them. At this moment, his long hair was disheveled and his clothes were disheveled, but the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up, showing a different kind of temptation.

A panic appeared in Shen Lingyuan's eyes, and he subconsciously wanted to back away, but a cold light behind him forced him to stand where he was.

Shen Lingyuan could only pretend to be calm, and raised his eyes to look directly at Shen Yanqing.

The hideous knife scar lay across the right eye, adding a bit of terror to the originally heroic handsome face, but Shen Lingyuan's eyes did not budge, it was more like asking, "You have tried so hard to set up this game, what is it you want? What do you want?"

"Zihui." Shen Yanqing's voice suddenly slowed down, his head was lowered, and he couldn't see the expression clearly, only two hands pulled the boy's shirt belt scattered on both sides, and slowly tied it into a knot around his waist .

"I want you to be mine."

The author has something to say:

three years ago:

Shen Yanqing: Then what other reason can you think of?

Shen Lingyuan was speechless.

Three years later

Shen Yanqing: Then what other reason can you think of?

Shen Lingyuan: Say you like Lao Tzu. (bushi)