Invite the wolf into the room

After a while, seeing that Ling Qingzhe didn't dodge and let him kiss him, An Chen pursed his lips and smiled as if he was relieved, and then took two steps back.

"I'm going to practice."

"quail……"

Ling Qingzhe stopped An Chen who turned around and was about to leave. He didn't know what to say for a while, so he reached out and stroked his hair, then took the package and went to the study room, while An Chen looked at his back and walked towards him silently. The direction of the mansion garden...

The author has something to say: My quail is a temptation with an aggressive heart. It is now in the soft stage, and if it is not soft, it will enter the hard stage~~~~(>_<)~~~~

迫离

Ling Qingzhe went into the study room by himself and closed the door, then sat down behind the desk and began to unpack the package. It was a slender box wrapped in a thick cloth. The seal, Xue Jingran's private seal was also stamped on the seal.

The affixing of the seal does not mean how confidential the contents are, it just proves that Xue Jingran chose this gift personally, and there is a little credit in it, letting Ling Qingzhe know how much his brother misses him.

But it's also these subtle concerns that make Ling Qingzhe know that there is no hope, but he can't give up his love absolutely, and every time he is disturbed by a little trouble, his whole heart is disturbed.

"Ah……"

Laughing at himself, Ling Qingzhe began to remove the seal on the box, whether he couldn't forget it or didn't want to forget it, let everything take its course, why bother to make himself uncomfortable.

Inside the box was a letter and a dagger-like weapon that was as long as the forearm. The part connecting the bronze handle and the body of the dagger looked like a snake's head, and a pair of bat wings spread out on both sides. The sharp double-edged dagger resembled It was a slightly curved snake tail with a deep blood groove in the middle. Based on the intuition of a martial artist, Ling Qingzhe knew that this dagger must not be ordinary.

Sure enough, Xue Jingran mentioned at the beginning of the letter that this dagger called "Ye Xie" was a spoil he got after defeating a prince of the barbarian tribe when he quelled the rebellion of the barbarians. The barbarians are famous for their weapon casting. They are all the top few famous artifacts in their clan, because they are private spoils, so Xue Jingran did not present them back to the country, but gave it to Ling Qingzhe as a gift.

"Such a sharp weapon is in my hands, it will only be buried."

Gently touched the body of the dagger with his fingers, Ling Qingzhe shook his head amusedly and helplessly. His brother has been like this since he was a child. Whenever he got something good, he would be the first to think of sending it to his cousin. If it's really useless or unnecessary, he will think about giving it to others, which will make his brothers and sisters feel bad.

"Big brother..."

After sitting quietly for an unknown amount of time, Ling Qingzhe sighed with a smile, carefully folded the letter and put it in a special box on the bookcase, then gave Ye Xie a regretful look, and then gently closed the lid. Also put this gift into a special cabinet.

The place was already full of various gift boxes, but unfortunately, none of them were what Ling Qingzhe wanted.

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The garden of Ling Mansion is mainly separated by a hundred-year-old tree. The strange shape of the tree can be called a scene in Shanghai County. An Chen walked into the garden calmly, making sure that there were no servants walking around. His eyes were cold, and at this moment, his right hand, which was tucked in the sleeve behind his back, had already clasped a few darts.

"Why, don't you hide?"

Accompanied by a playful low laugh, a gray figure wearing a bamboo hat fell from the old tree and leaned against the tree quite leisurely.

"I thought you were going to lie on that man's bed until you recovered from your injury."

As soon as the man finished speaking, four black shadows holding sharp swords appeared around An Chen strangely, surrounding him silently.

"Don't you think there are not enough people dead?"

An Chen's voice was indifferent without anger or sadness. Seeing the man taking off his bamboo hat and revealing his gauze-wrapped face, An Chen's eyes dimmed imperceptibly.

"uncle."

"You hand over the things obediently now, and I can still give you a whole body."

The man's seemingly seductive but emotionless left eyes stared at An Chen's face, and a cruel smile appeared on his face, which made the four cold-faced killers who came with him change their expressions.

"Does my little Chen'er want to watch the fireworks, can uncle let you watch them?"

"Qiong, how dare you!"

An Chen was also surprised, he expected that they would not dare to attack Ling Qingzhe, that's why he stayed to recuperate from his injuries, but Qiong never said what he couldn't do, so what is he relying on now!

"I don't dare, but Kesang dares."

Qiong's hands subconsciously caressed his left cheek through the gauze, and the smile on his face became more and more bewitching.

"In order to get you, the nobles of the Sa tribe did not hesitate to assassinate the nobles of Jialin. What an interesting scene, it will definitely attract the attention of many people."

"Aren't you an ally?"

An Chen understood what Qiong meant, and with Kesang and those foreigners taking the blame, he would indeed dare to attack Ling Qingzhe.

"Such a fool, he deserves it!"

After Qiong said this, he slowly stood up straight, and walked towards An Chen cautiously with all his energy, while the other four killers also became more cautious, in case An Chen made a sudden attack.

"I don't want to cause more trouble, so it's up to you to do it, or follow me honestly, it's your choice."

Qiong walked up to An Chen and stopped. Seeing An Chen slowly raise his right hand and let the dart slip from his hand, there was an evil smile on Qiong's face, and his hand seemed to be gently touching An Chen. Chen's right hand and right leg brushed past, and An Chen fell unsteadily into Qiong's arms, his right hand and right leg hanging down feebly as if they had been scrapped.

"Well……"

An Chen bit his lower lip to stop his muffled groaning. He had already turned a lot of ideas in his mind. He knew that Qiong still didn't want to cause any big troubles, so as long as he left here with him now, he wouldn't be right. Ling Qingzhe makes a move...

Of course, An Chen didn't want to be captured without a fight. He wanted to solve the immediate crisis first, and then find a way to escape. If they wanted to get those things from him, they didn't dare to push him too far. Just make sure to escape again!

"It's so embarrassing, my young master Chen."

Qiong squeezed An Chen's chin and forced him to look at him directly. Seeing An Chen gritted his teeth and endured the pain in sweat, Qiong threw him into the arms of a subordinate without mercy, then put on a bamboo hat and flew away into the treetops .

The remaining four killers looked at the pale An Chen, leaving traces of one cleaning up the scene, and the other three escorted An Chen and followed Qiong away.

And An Chen silently looked in the direction of Ling's mansion, the light of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to the coldness before he met Ling Qingzhe, and now... he was left alone .

Is there any chance of coming back?And Ling Qingzhe, will he miss himself a little bit?

"..."

The old man with squinted eyes and smiling face wandered outside the garden, but the man disappeared in the blink of an eye. After about half an hour, he was seen walking back from outside the mansion slowly, which annoyed the servant at the gate. It was strange for a while, obviously I didn't see Mr. Butler go out...

"An Chen."

Ling Qingzhe packed up his emotions and then left the study room. Remembering that An Chen said he wanted to practice, he went back to his bedroom to look for it, but he heard Ling Yuan said that An Chen hadn't returned to the room, so Ling Qingzhe went again after asking the servants. I found it in the garden.

"An Chen, little quail, where did you go?"

He didn't even see his little quail on the tree, and the smile on Ling Qingzhe's face gradually became unbearable, and his original desire to tease An Chen also faded away, wondering if he was angry with himself?

Thinking of An Chen's appearance when he kissed him just now, Ling Qingzhe dispelled the thought in his heart. An Chen was not an ordinary immature boy, he was not someone who would have such a petty temper.

"Master, Master An Chen has already left."

Uncle Yang went to the garden to look for Ling Qingzhe, seeing his back froze because of his words, Uncle Yang added another sentence lightly.

"He was taken away by those who were looking for him. Master An Chen is not in any danger now."

"Why didn't you save him?"

Ling Qingzhe turned around and looked at Uncle Yang calmly. He knew that Uncle Yang must have his reasons for letting them take An Chen away.

"Master An Chen's background is not simple, master, are you really determined to get involved in such a struggle of right and wrong?"

Uncle Yang is very satisfied with Ling Qingzhe's calm and self-possessed appearance. His young master is really becoming more and more mature and grown up...

"Didn't you try your best to jump out just now, and now you are going to fall in for Master An Chen?"

"How can I really jump out? It's just that the depth of the trap is different..."

Ling Qingzhe waved his hand helplessly, then changed into a rather serious expression and looked at Uncle Yang, that confident smile was extraordinarily charming.

"If An Chen left by himself, then I won't harass him, but if someone else insists on taking him away from me, that's impossible."

"Master An Chen is now in Fuyuan Restaurant, but it is our Jialin people who took him away..."

Looking at such an energetic young master, Uncle Yang was consoling. He also felt that An Chen was indeed more suitable to be by the young master's side than Young Master Han Chao. He... had more courage.

"Fuyuan Restaurant..."

After hearing Uncle Yang's words, Ling Qingzhe thought for a while before ordering his servants to prepare horses and send orders to mobilize officers and soldiers to surround Fuyuan Restaurant in the name of arresting rebels.