hot hearted

51.

There was no light, no sound, no movement, and he lost all feeling.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Wan Ming was awakened again by a loud noise.

"Your Majesty, this arrow didn't hurt the heart and lungs, but the arrow is extremely poisonous. The old minister has already used silver needles to drive away part of it, and this young man will wake up in a few days. What is spitting out now is also blood stasis, and he will recuperate slowly in the future." Yes. But Your Majesty, your injury cannot be delayed any longer!"

Hearing that there was still poison left on Wan Ming's body, he had no time to think about other things. Looking at Wan Ming's tightly closed eyes, he wished to bear it for him.Yan Jing pursed his lips, and said: "Ai Qing has worked hard, my injury is no longer serious, please step back."

He backed away from the left and right, looked at Wan Ming from a distance for a while, and walked slowly over to hold his exposed hand.

……

"Master, I can go through fire and water for you and go to Beijing to seize the heir. The case of the Wan family has been settled, and the prime minister and his wife have been properly buried."

"Master, you have been lying down for two months, it's time to wake up..."

"Master..."

"Wan Ming..."

52.

The sluggish winter passed in a blink of an eye, and spring began, and there was joy inside and outside the royal city.

Yan Jing was feeding Wan Ming medicine, Wan Ming looked out of the window, and blinked at Yan Jing: "Hey, where's your gray pigeon?"

"At the end of his life, he has been buried."

"Buried in the imperial mausoleum?" After asking Wan Ming, he started to laugh. How unconscious he was to ask such a question.

Yan Jing pointed to the plum tree he saw just now: "Under that tree."

After only taking two sips of the medicine, Wan Ming refused to cooperate: "What about the sixth prince? How did you deal with him?"

"Drink the medicine first."

Wan Ming pushed his hand away: "I won't drink if you don't tell me."

It's been a long time since Yan Jing had seen him act so shamelessly, and he missed him.He grabbed Wan Ming's hand, squeezed it in the palm of his hand and mosuo: "Chu Haoxuan was scared out of his wits before our army commander returned to the court, and abandoned the city."

Wan Ming paused, and looked at him with complicated eyes.The six princes have all escaped, why are you still desperately guarding this decadent country.

"Master, if you don't drink it, it will be cold." The soup bowl reached out to Wan Ming again.

Wan Ming stretched out his hand to block it: "My Xun..."

Yan Jing: "Buried together with the gray pigeon."

"Don't you ask?" That xun was not a product of the Central Plains, and it was engraved with the totem of Zar.

Yan Jing didn't speak anymore, he seemed displeased that Wan Ming took the medicine and procrastinated. He stopped coaxing Wan Ming and drank the medicine bowl in one gulp. We got together.

……

Sensing Wan Ming's refusal, Yan Jing let go of him a bit, and seeing Wan Ming gasp for a few breaths, he realized that he had lost his composure.

Wan Ming's neck was a little red, maybe it was the first time he had lived so many years that he made people feel frivolous, and his face was a little bit embarrassing.He coughed lightly and was about to say something, but Yan Jing lowered his head, looking even more nervous than him: "Master...Master, I...I'll come see you some other day."

Seeing his staggering back, Wan Ming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

53.

Yan Jing didn't ask, he should have found out.

That Xun was brought out from Zall by him, and Wan Jia had indeed communicated with Zall.It's just not about treason, it's about his marriage.

Wan Ming had lived in Zaar for two years, had a good time with the little princess of their clan, and had also learned the technique of exorcism together.He was young at the time, so he thought he was leaving. It was a commemorative gift from Princess Zall.After several correspondences, I found out that it was actually an engagement thing.

He didn't dislike Princess Zall, in his opinion, she was just a little girl who could only scare him with poisonous insects.What really made him reluctant to recall the art of exorcism he had learned in Zaar was that he was used by others to imprison Wanjia and bear the infamy of collaborating with the enemy and treason for more than ten years.Emperor Mingzhen pointed out two paths for him to choose. Back then, he only wanted to save his father, so he followed Emperor Mingzhen's wishes... Everything started from him in the end.

Wan Ming stared at the empty medicine bowl silently.

54.

After more than a month, Wan Ming's injuries were healed. Except for the residual poison and blindness from time to time, there was basically nothing serious.Yan Jing was worried about him being alone, knowing that he didn't like a large group of fathers-in-law and maids to follow, so he just asked the hidden guards to keep an eye on him in case of accidents.

Sure enough, Wan Ming did not disappoint him, he sneaked out of the palace alone at night, packed a few clothes before leaving the palace, and changed his appearance.

Yan Jing felt like he was going crazy, he didn't plan to come back.

He tore off the complicated dragon robe, stepped on the Maxima, regardless of the crowd of people behind him who wanted to keep up with him, and rode the dust.

——Master, I can give you whatever you want, and it’s up to you to do whatever you want, except for this, no.

55.

In the bustling city, Chu Xia specially put on a wig in order to deceive others, which attracted more attention.

Chu Xia pretended not to see it, and enthusiastically introduced to Wan Ming: "It's so embarrassing to stay in the palace, man, I still want to go out for a walk and have some fun. See—" He pointed to a narrow facade, "The gambling house, a place where you can lose your fortune overnight, is very suitable for you. Speaking of which, how long has it been since you played cards with old money, and his luck has been bad recently, and he said that he got bad luck from you."

Wan Ming choked for a moment, thinking to himself why do I have to go bankrupt?Old Qian is unlucky and doing my ass?

Unexpectedly, Chu Xia's next sentence changed the direction of the wind: "Yan Jing is actually quite pitiful, a good prince, and he was almost poisoned to death by his own father, and when he was so young, he saw his adoptive parents and his family being murdered." Tu, he also trained as a killer for more than ten years. He was born and died, and finally stood on the supreme position, but when he looked back, all the people he cared about disappeared. Which prince would you say? Live so hard?"

Listening to his words, Wan Ming felt very uncomfortable.He understands all this, but he has a sense of embarrassment in his heart, and he can't overcome it no matter what.He has no face to face Yan Jing, let alone face his feelings.Ever since Yan Jing fed him the medicine that time, he behaved well, for fear that if he looked at him too much, he would see his flaws.

Wan Ming was a few years older than him, how could he not be able to see clearly.In other words, he knew it five years earlier, and he thought that this absurd emotion would slowly fade away with time, but he forgot that his apprentice always had a deeper memory as time passed.

Chu Xia pushed open the shop door, took a step away, saw Wan Ming's astonished expression, and smiled meaningfully: "You talk."

"Flick off your clothes after the matter, and hide your merits and fame deeply," Chu Xia said without looking back: "The supreme is the highest, why is it not the abyss?"

Yan Jing blocked the door, smiled at him and said, "Master, what are you betting on?"

56.

Chu Xia talked about this, he couldn't tell his apprentice to go back to the palace by himself.

The shop doesn't look big, but there's something special underground. Wan Ming usually doesn't come here. He doesn't like to gamble, he just wants something new.

"Just bet big or small." Wan Mingxin said, what can you bet on, you don't know anything, betting on anything else is bullying you.

Yan Jing: "What about the bet?"

Wan Ming was taken aback, the bets are usually not all... He found that he didn't bring any valuables with him when he came out this trip.

"Master, if you don't think about it, you might as well listen to me first."

Wan Ming put on a posture of listening and respecting.

"The terrain of the Zar tribe is steep, and it is really not suitable for survival. If I lose, I would like to divide the land with the Zar tribe again."

Wan Ming was taken aback, he never thought that what Yan Jing would say would be this. Back then, the Zar clan wanted to marry the Wan family and wanted to restore the old friendship with the Chiyuan country, and this was also a factor in it.But Emperor Mingzhen was not like Yan Jing, he held all the power in his hands and couldn't tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes.If Yan Jing can really...

"What if you win?" Wan Ming braced himself up, thinking about it.

Yan Jing picked up a cup of dice, shook it, and placed it on the table casually: "If I win, Master is willing to accompany me for the rest of my life."

57.

Wan Ming's fingers trembled, and he couldn't hide what was supposed to come.

He closed his eyes and said, "Yan Jing."

"Huh?" He just looked at him so firmly, suppressing all his emotions.

What Wan Ming wanted to say, he finally said every word.He picked up the dice at hand: "Let's start."

58.

Wan Ming's heart will show everything on his face, even if it is not very obvious, but people who have been in contact with him all year round will naturally be able to see it without distinguishing.Yan Jing couldn't understand Wan Ming better, he was not thinking about the dice at all at the moment, he bet on whichever he saw.After three rounds, it looked like two gamblers who had just entered the game were trying their luck.

But luck is obviously better than Yan Jing.

59.

When Wan Ming came back to his senses, he had already been hugged and chewed by someone for a long time.

Wan Ming's first reaction was to deal with this rebellious little bastard first, and it was not until his hands were tied backwards that he said angrily: "The things I taught you are not for you to use on me!!!"

"I know, Master." Yan Jing slowly took out a black cloth to cover his eyes, "I know, only in this way can you stay by my side. For the past five years, I have been thinking, thinking, thinking about going crazy. "

"I dare not tell you, I am afraid that one day even you will leave." But you still found out...

He gently kissed Wan Ming's eyebrows, "If Master doesn't want to read it, you don't have to."

"You..." Wan Ming was blindfolded, he felt the hands holding him trembling slightly, thinking of him coming out of the enemy camp with a cold face and blood all over his body, Wan Ming softened his heart.Forget it, he took a deep breath, relaxed his body and said, "Let me go, I'm willing to admit defeat, I won't leave again."

[At this time a car from Qiu Mingshan drove past]

When Wan Ming woke up, they were already in the carriage.He leaned lazily in Yan Jing's arms, narrowed his eyes and said, "Where are you going?"

Yan Jing put down the notes that were not finished correcting, lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead: "Go back to the palace."

60. (Should be something extra)

Wan Ming has always been worried about Yan Jing's sudden loss of a pigeon, so he dragged Yan Jing to pick the pigeon that day.

Yan Jing originally thought that he would just pick a similar gray pigeon, but Wan Ming didn't. He carefully observed the behavior and behavior of each pigeon, as if he wanted to find one that was exactly the same as before.

For a long time, his enthusiasm for pigeons was greater than that of Yan Jing, and Yan Jing was a little bit dumbfounded.He was afraid that after Wan Ming picked out the pigeons, he would let him stew them in a pot again.

In fact, he can't remember many things when he was a child, but when Wan Ming wanted to stew his gray pigeon, he still remembers crying for several days.

Yan Jing walked over, and Wan Ming just happened to see him, stood up from the pile of pigeons, and a group of gray pigeons flew up beside him.

The two smiled at each other.

"I found it."

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