The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

It was already late at night when we returned to the mansion, Han Jing sat in the car, closed his eyes and recalled the scene of today's banquet, the ingenious plan of "Jade Banquet" was really eye-catching, even the crown prince's "Crystal Mountain and River" was less interesting. "Not bad, not bad," Han Jing smiled and played with a piece of blood jade in his hand, "Zi Xiao, when I go back, I will give you a lot of rewards."

As soon as the carriage stopped, Han Jing couldn't wait to jump out of the car, and went straight to Wan Zixiao's Ting Lan Yazhu without any entourage. The sensational scene at the dinner party and the compliments prepared along the way were waiting to be told to him .

Pushing open the door and entering, the Tinglan elegant building was completely pitch black, Wan Zixiao was not found, and even the maidservant was nowhere to be seen.Han Jing was nervous for a while, could it be that he was seriously ill and sent to the palace?Exiting the room, only to find that the usually bustling palace, at this time, there is no one in sight.

"The king went out for half a day, and even the night watchman was lazy." Han Jing became more impatient, and hurried to the main hall at a faster pace. When he walked through the Manhua Lake, he accidentally found candlelight in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.Han Jing felt suspicious, turned around and walked towards the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

In the dim candlelight, the tall guard held the thin man in his arms, lowered his head slightly to speak, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which was more intoxicating than the spring breeze in April.Wan Zixiao, who has always been mean and sharp, is now as quiet as a kitten, nestling in Nuan Nuan's embrace, unwilling to move.The picture is harmonious, but it hurts the eyes of the reckless intruder, and the acid water floods the heart.

The old wine was blown by the night wind, and Han Jing felt hot all over his body. A burst of anger burned away all joy and reason, and he threw the blood jade at the two people who were sitting together.

Feeling the change of the airflow behind him, Xue Qingmu nimbly dodged to the side, and the poor Wan Zixiao who was leaning on him collided with the hard jade.Aoki half-embraced Wan Zixiao and stood up with a "huh", looking angrily at the person who came, and knelt on the ground after seeing the person clearly.

Han Jing stepped forward and kicked Aoki away, pulled up the skirt of the bewildered man, and said coldly: "Aren't you sick? Or are you trying to seduce others while I'm not here?"

Wan Zixiao's head was dizzy, and the face distorted by anger in front of her was extremely hideous under the weak candlelight. Holding on to the stone table, she barely stood up, and said angrily, "Let go! Don't insult me!"

After several consecutive days of low-grade fever, his body was already weak, and he was pushed and pushed hard. Wan Zixiao fell to the ground as soon as his legs softened. Han Jing clenched his fists with both hands, the veins on his arms were visible, and there was a smile on his face: "Insult? Zixiao is getting more and more good at joking. What do you think you are, huh? Just a servant boy, don't you just make a living by seducing men?"

Wan Zixiao stared at the speaker, bit her lower lip tightly, feeling the bone-chilling coldness gradually encroaching on her whole body, and her limbs began to tremble unconsciously.

"It's bleeding!" Aoki, who was kneeling on the ground, supported Wan Zixiao's back, looked up at Han Jing who still had a lot of sense, and exclaimed: "My lord..."

"Shut up," Han Jing interrupted Xue Qingmu angrily, pointed at Wan Zixiao who was limp on the ground, and roared, "I want to listen to his explanation! When is it your turn to intervene!"

Seeing more and more blood flowing, the honest and dull man got up and hugged Wan Zixiao and walked out regardless of King Jin still standing opposite him.Seeing such an intimate gesture, Han Jing became even more furious. He raised his foot and kicked Xue Qingmu's knee, gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you want to do?!"

As soon as his knees softened, he almost knelt on the ground again. At this point, Xue Qingmu's fear of Han Jing was greatly reduced. He stretched out his arms and said bluntly, "My lord, do you want to stop the bleeding first?"

Before, the candlelight was dim and he didn't pay attention. At this time, Han Jing took a closer look, only to find that Wan Zixiao's face was already covered with blood, his eyelids were drooping feebly, his lips looked blue and white against the backdrop of fresh blood, and his jet-black hair Sticking to his face scatteredly, his anger was suppressed by panic, he hurriedly took over the lifeless man, hugged him tightly, and said in a hurry, "You go to the doctor!"

Tinglan Yazhu, which is only more than a hundred meters away from the Huxin Pavilion, suddenly became so far away. Feeling the breath on his neck getting weaker and weaker, Han Jing couldn't help speeding up his pace, his heart was beating violently, and when he came back, he was still breathing. The drunkenness has long since dissipated.Even if there are thousands of people in his heart who don't want to admit it, Jin Wang, who has never been fearless, is afraid that his hands will tremble, and he dare not delay for a moment, and he is also afraid that he will run and jolt him, so he walks with a breath, and the wind is blowing under his feet. I was so scared that I felt distressed, and after a while, my forehead, nose tip, palms, and even my back were all covered in cold sweat.

Han Jing stared at the blurry scene in front of him and didn't dare to lower his head. He was afraid of seeing Wan Zixiao's face gradually turning gray due to excessive blood loss, and afraid of thinking about what he would do if he was gone.Knowing that Wan Zixiao is not the only one around, but still feels that there are some things that only he can do, and others can never replace them.Han Jing didn't want to think carefully about why he had such an idea. It was all because he used a convenient weapon, and he couldn't change it if he didn't want to.

Finally arrived at Tinglan Yazhu, Han Jing kicked open the door and walked into the bedroom with ease.The prince who had never served others before, was carefully guarding a fragile piece of porcelain at this time.After waiting for a while, no one came over. Han Jing's face became even worse, and he roared angrily, "Come here! Are all of them dead?!"

Hearing such a loud noise, the night guard maid hurriedly got up, poked her head to see who was coming, and was so frightened.Lighting lamps, boiling water, boiling medicine, within a short while half the servants of the palace were crowded into the not-so-spacious attic.

When the imperial doctor over [-] came to Tinglan Yazhu, Jin Wang Han Jing's face was so black that ink could drip from it.The meeting ceremony was forcibly stopped, and the elderly imperial doctor was pushed and pulled to the side of the bed: "If there is something wrong with him, I will take your whole family to accompany him."

Not daring to be negligent for a moment, the old imperial doctor first cleaned the wound, and then checked the pulse for the first time: "Fortunately, there is nothing serious. Mr. Wan has lost a lot of blood at this time, and he will wake up in a while."

Despite the persuasion, Han Jing had no intention of leaving until the lying person woke up.The eyes of the person beside the bed were full of remorse, and he caressed Wan Zixiao's pale face with great pity. He tried his best to make a soft voice, but he couldn't hide his slight complaint: "I don't know how to rest when I'm sick, so I ran to the pavilion at night. What are you doing?"

Wan Zixiao turned her face away and tried to avoid Han Jing's palm, but after a few failed attempts, she replied coldly: "Your Majesty, do whatever you want!"

Accustomed to Wan Zixiao's strong character of being mocking, harsh, or arrogant, Han Jing suddenly changed into such a cold face, and Han Jing was a little uncomfortable, and his tone was less comforting: "Is it still important to be hugged this night? Can't enjoy the scenery?"

Wan Zixiao turned her head and stared straight at Han Jing, with a forced smile on her pale face: "That must be **! Anyway, the prince already has the answer in his heart, and you won't believe what I say."

Hearing the words, Han Jing curled up his lips and smiled, his face was a little more stern, and he pinched Wan Zixiao's cheek lightly: "That's as you wish, Housekeeper Li! Cut down all the peach trees by the lake and replant them with willows, so that Xue Qingmu waits for me in the pavilion in the center of the lake." After saying that, he turned and left.