Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

Zhang Liang bowed his head. The Zhang family's upbringing had always taught him to be loyal, and only the king would follow his lead. He never thought of linking such a heinous crime with the king's bedside person, the mother of a country.

"This accusation is probably too serious..."

Hearing this, Han Cheng shook his head with emotion.He has been in the Han Palace all year round, and he has seen a lot of these intrigues, "Ovary, do you not believe it, or do you not believe it? It is indeed shocking to say that a dignified queen is so vicious, and a dignified prince is actually following his own brother's footsteps." The dead body ascended to the position of prince. However, such things have not never happened in the royal family."

The autumn day was covered by a cloud of dark clouds, and the yard suddenly became dark.It was gloomy, as if my heart was also covered with a cloud of black mist.

Han Fei scratched the stone table, his nails broke into the flesh, soaked some blood, his arm was as stiff as iron, Zhang Liang called him and he didn't hear it.

Staring at a sunken black hole on the floor, as if staring into the eyes of a dead person, "Fourth brother, I want to read the dossier from that year."

Mixed with mournful begging.

When he said this, Zhang Liang admired him very much.Because Han Fei didn't listen to Han Cheng's one-sided words, he slapped the table and roared to avenge the queen.Although his mood fluctuates, he still upholds rationality, wants to study the file himself, and only believes in the facts.

Han Cheng sighed, raised his hand to Qian Cheng who was not far away, and brought a bag of bamboo slips, "I guessed that you wanted to read it, so I asked Lord Si Kou to get it. You will be in charge of these files in the future, so let's put them aside for the time being." You are here." Seeing that Han Fei was immersed in an ice cellar, he couldn't bear it, "Old Nine, some things are forgotten within a meal, and some things take a long time to digest. Stack up the files, look back, don’t act impulsively. Honglian is not married yet, so she needs to be taken care of by her elder brother.”

Han Fei still lowered his head, his expression was hidden in the shadows, "Don't worry, fourth brother."

But the phrase "rest assured" makes people's whole heart hang.

Seeing that he was unable to get up, Zhang Liang personally sent Han Cheng out of the mansion, cupped his hands and said, "Fourth Young Master, Liang will see you off."

Han Cheng glanced at the ashamed man, and sighed, "Okay."

At the gate of the mansion, the stone lion's expression was very fierce, as gloomy as a Rakshasa.

Han Cheng signaled Zhang Liang to stop, and asked, "Should I not tell him about this?"

Zhang Liang pursed his lips, glanced inside the door, and sighed, "In his heart, the truth is probably more important."

The sound of the wheels approaching, Qian Cheng had already driven the carriage over.Han Cheng didn't say anything more. The more he talked, the more salt on Han Fei's wound. He simply waved his hand, got in the car and left.

That day, Han Fei, who had always been gentle and gentle, with a smile on his lips, seemed to have been hit hard by someone, and he sank all of a sudden.From noon to sunset, he read through more than a dozen files without leaving a single word, and then leaned against the corner of the wall alone, without saying a word.

The truth is far crueler than rumors.

Zhang Liang opened the door and went in, the room was lifeless, as if it had sunk into a pool of darkness.That kind of darkness is not completely black, if you look carefully, you can still see the outlines of some objects.

In this muddled environment, he saw a man who had almost merged with the darkness at the end of the darkness.

Zhang Liang's fingers trembled, he stepped in, lit a lamp without saying a word, and then put the candlestick on the floor beside Han Fei.Looking at Han Fei's bloody nails, you can tell how hard he has been hit.From the time he first knew about it to the time he finished reading the dossier just now, he has been subconsciously picking things hard.Sometimes it's a stone table, sometimes it's a desk.Except for the little finger, the nails of the other fingers were broken where they connected to the flesh, piercing into the tender red flesh, overflowing with a layer of dried blood.

Zhang Liang felt as if a ferocious beast was biting him, and felt unspeakably uncomfortable.He brought water and a medicine box, dipped a clean towel in the water, and gently pasted it on the wound until the dark red blood melted into the towel, revealing the fragile tender flesh and everted nails.

"Ovary, go out." Han Fei leaned against the wall in a slumped manner, with his head bowed and his arms resting weakly on his knees.

Zhang Liang couldn't see his wound clearly, so he moved the candlestick a little closer, dragged his hand, and applied medicine on it, "We must bandage it first."

Han Fei withdrew his hand abruptly, but still didn't look up, the same two words, "Get out."

His appearance like a stray dog ​​made Zifang not good.

Zhang Liang froze, his lips tightened, his nose moved, "I won't leave."

Han Fei was like a lone wolf abandoned by the tribe, howling hoarsely, but still couldn't do anything, powerless.

How could he leave at this time?

Zhang Liang waited for a while, saw that he didn't speak any more, so he leaned forward, pulled his hand over, and approached the candlelight.Clean up carefully, apply medicine, and wrap gauze.

The bean-sized candle is very small in the huge house, and the air is silent, only the sound of fabric rubbing lightly can be heard.

Putting on the last cloth belt, Zhang Liang's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. When he was about to say something, he only uttered the word "Han", and his eyes suddenly turned.

"Well----"

Pressed against the wall, two pieces of hot stuff covered his lips.

Realizing what it was, Zhang Liang's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly refused.

His eyes trembled, and the two separated a little, but Han Fei pressed closer.He gnawed at his lips frantically, as if he wanted to tear them off.

"Oh! Brother Han, um——"

He resisted the sudden kiss, his mind went blank.Han Fei pressed the back of his head, and his hands continued to exert force.

Han Fei didn't leave slowly until his lip was bitten and bleeding, and his tongue tasted a fishy smell.

He raised his eyelids, looked at Zhang Liang dully and gloomily, gasped heavily, and said in a deep voice, "Before I come back, I hope you've already left."

After saying that, he stood up and pushed the door out, disappearing into the darkness outside.

That figure was like a boulder precariously on a cliff.

The candle had already been extinguished while the two were struggling, Zhang Liang looked in his direction, raised his hand belatedly, and touched the corner of his lips that was sore, there was indeed blood.

That night, he didn't know how he returned home.Only when he almost bumped into a cedar on the side of the road once, and received Ruoli's frightened and worried eyes, did he realize that his situation was very bad.

Ruoli wanted to ask several times, but he swallowed "Young Master" to his lips.

Zhang Liang felt that Ruoli must have something to say to him, and he would definitely ask a few questions on weekdays, but now he is really not in the mood.The delicate eyebrows were twisted together, and the eyes were full of sadness.It's not that he was pretending to be kissed by a man, but something a hundred times more serious than this - he found it strange that Han Fei had never lost control like this. From the first meeting, he was gentle and tolerant, like a spring breeze.

He is stable, but not as cold as Han Cheng, humorous, but not as frivolous as the prince.

Han Fei is not someone who can't tell black from black, and Zhang Liang knows this very well.Even if he knew the truth about Wen Meiren's crime and was hit, he would not vent on himself.

This sudden brutality simply made him at a loss.

The heart is like a mess, and the thoughts are like miscellaneous.

"Wait a minute." The mechanical footsteps stopped suddenly, and Zhang Hao seemed to have grasped some clues.

Ruoli also shrunk his neck, stopped beside him, knowingly did not make a sound, only secretly peeked at his master's expression with his eyes.

There was silence everywhere, Zhang Liang tilted his head slightly, recalling what Han Fei had said, and the clues revealed in a few words.

Ovary, go out.

He let him out again and again before he lost control.

Why?

When he was a child, Han Fei explained "disguise" to him. He once said: "Disguising is to whitewash the peace in front of the loved ones, hide all the sorrows and pretend that everything is fine. In this way, it will not bring them harm. to bother."

Han Fei was such a proud person. How could a proud person let others see him hurt?

The broken string in his mind seemed to be connected, Zhang Liang finally understood.

He was almost sure that Han Fei would never tell Honglian about this, unless the real murderer was caught and Wenmei was innocent.

He was also almost sure that Han Fei was in a hurry to drive him out, what was his next plan.

"My lord, what's the matter?" Ruoli asked timidly.

"I understand."

declarative sentence.

The stone in Zhang Liang's heart fell to the ground suddenly, and the corners of his lips raised slightly——his "Brother Han" really wasn't for nothing.

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The next day, just after dawn, the geese hurried south.

Han Fei took a white horse from the stable. Although his expression was quite dignified, he was not as melancholy as last night.One night, let his emotions settle down a lot.He has more important things to do than wallow in the pain and anger.

"Wei Qi, I'm going alone on this trip, you don't have to follow." Han Fei raised his hand and smoothed the white horse's mane, his eyes dimmed for a moment, "If the ovary comes, you stop him and tell him, I I'm in a bad mood and don't want to see guests."

Ximen Yan put his hands on the hilt of his sword, "What if he insists on entering?"

"No." Han Fei remembered what he did to Zhang Liang last night, tightened the rein in his hand, and said in a lonely way, "He won't want to see me in a short time. You just have to be cautious and bring him to the door Just do it."

"Yes." Ximen Yan didn't talk much, so he didn't continue to ask.

"If the court sends someone, you will say that my old illness has relapsed and I am bedridden."

"Yes."

Han Fei hummed, led the horse, and left quietly through the back door.

The horse's hooves ran past, kicking up pieces of dirt.

The gust of wind whistled past his ears, and Han Fei rode his horse out not far before he was blocked by a figure in the middle of the road.

Thin and thin, dressed in Tsing Yi, who is not Zhang Liang?

"Ovary?" Han Fei was extremely surprised and pulled the rein.

Zhang Liang smiled, and when he saw Han Fei on the horseback, he made a surprised expression, "Huh? Brother Han is going out?"

Han Fei frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Well...just walk around." Zhang Liang found a good excuse.

Han Fei raised his eyebrows, "Early in the morning, you just walked two miles from Zhang's mansion?"

"That's right." Zhang Liang lied so hard that his face didn't blush and his heart skipped a beat, he untied the rope that tied the horse from the nearby tree stump, and pulled it straight to Han Fei, "Ah, I don't know what's going on with this horse , he ran out with me, and didn’t go back no matter how much he scolded. Where is Brother Han going, how about taking me with you?”

The morning sun cast through the leaves and fell into Zhang Liang's eyes.

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