Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

The smell of gunpowder smoke adheres to the inner wall of the nasal cavity, and the breath of death cannot escape even breathing.Countless thin arms seemed to grow out of the throat and eye, and when Cang Lang opened his mouth, he grabbed it tightly, making his voice sound stagnant and distorted.

"Where did you hurt?"

Feng Lin buried her head on the side of Cang Lang's neck, rubbing against Cang Lang's neck from time to time, making him itch, and said vaguely, "It's not hurt anywhere." Cang Lang didn't believe it. Grab the wrist and press down on the top of the head.

"Sir, we can't get out."

It was pitch black all around, and without light for a long time, Cang Lang felt blind.He couldn't see Feng Lin's expression clearly, he could only vaguely discern a smile on his face, guessing that it was all right, he closed his eyes and leaned back in peace, his whole body ached.

"Once Jin Yiwei recovers the stored food and finds that we are gone, they will naturally spare energy to search. Although Gao Wujiu gave the rebel army guns and artillery, the amount of ammunition smuggled into the city is limited after all. Landslides, if the chaos army misses a hit, it may not be able to regain momentum."

Yin Luo Cang Lang suddenly felt the fingers on his wrist tremble slightly, Feng Lin didn't feel relieved, he was silent for a long time, and threw out the word "um", which was more ethereal than the sound of the rain above his head.

Cang Lang tried to open his eyes, but his vision was still blurred, and he simply closed it again, "You are willing to rest assured that if you can't get out, you will die here. I still prefer the words of harming the millennium compared to God not blessing the talents." .”

In the darkness, Feng Lin laughed hoarsely: "Living in the same quilt and dying in the same hole, it seems much better than Mr. Liu being Ah Lin's widow, living and dying together."

The two had also experienced life and death. Cang Lang had long heard such Meng Lang's words as no surprise, and casually sneered, "Nonsense again", but it aroused Feng Lin's extremely strong reaction.

The arm resting on Cang Lang's back suddenly tightened, and with all his strength, he forced Cang Lang to raise his neck to hold every word he was going to say in his mouth, swallow it down his throat, and sink it in his heart, "Mr. The love Gu planted by Lin, you and I will be bound together, Mr. can only belong to me, Ah Lin, life and death will not matter."

The words contained three points of ruthlessness and seven points of fear, Cang Lang was strangled even more out of breath, and inexplicably annoyed: "It's this time, why are you crazy!"

Feng Lin adjusted his posture slowly, sweating more and more, hitting Cang Lang's neck along the strands of hair, which was colder than rain, "It's nothing, Ah Lin just doesn't want to be treated as a knife by Mr. Abandoned."

Cang Lang was hit by the ice, and couldn't help shivering: "What do you mean?"

"Qianye is saddened by the Lord, and he is also saddened by himself, and the fate of the quatrain is turned back. He is not afraid of fame and ruin, and he will return home when he looks at the mountains and rivers." Feng Lin laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled, "Mr. Just let Ah Lin see it so easily?"

Cang Lang's heart skipped a beat.

After the business war, Hu Jingzhai did send him a letter, repeatedly enjoining Cang Lang to "seek skins from tigers, never forget the lessons learned from the past, and never follow the mistakes of old friends, never mind." In order to reassure the teacher, he replied the letter in the usual way of hidden acrostics, But before the letter was finished, Ah Li, who had just learned to read, stole it and wiped the ink.

As the rain became more severe, Feng Lin continued to say in a low voice: "In the eyes of those old officials, I have a terrible background and a terrible experience. It is an accident that I have come to this day by betraying my teacher. There is no way to kill such things as stereotypes. Death, just like my husband instinctively thought that Yi Dun's suicide was my idea, but he didn't know that she had the will to die, and she had taken the chronic poison that melted the muscles and bones a long time ago. Some mistakes are committed, irreparable, But sir, if one misses it once, is there really nothing to redeem him from death?"

Is it really impossible to redeem?

Cang Lang recalled with difficulty, that day when Zhenfu Si set off Zhu Rong's anger, the reason why he leaned over to the Flame Demon was not because of a bunch of biography and history, but because he held Ah Lin's hand and made a stroke of his hand. A letter of apprenticeship written in strokes.

At that time, what he thought was that if he built a dangerous wall, he could at least use it as a basis to beg his teacher Hu Jingzhai to protect the boy's life.

Even when he later learned of the relationship between the wolf cub and Gao Wujiu, he said the cruel words "I will no longer be a master and apprentice in this life" in anger, he never really wanted to kill Feng Lin.

In the turmoil of salary discounting, the sentence "An Xu Zhengjing, his integrity is gentle" is Hu Jingzhai's admonition to all living beings, and it is also his commentary on the word "lenient" - "Be open-minded and calm to wait for the loss", I will not complain for a long time.Cang Lang intended to use a sharp pen to provoke a fight, and at the same time told Hu Jingzhai in this way that he didn't hate so much anymore, and begged the teacher to spare the wolf cub for him at the last moment.

Is there no redemption for death?of course not.

There are mixed grievances and grievances between them, and mutual debts, but time is like a comb, and the errands and mistakes of these years have been cleared away in a long stream. In the end, what Canglang gathered up is only the relationship between master and apprentice, as well as the entanglement of desires. lingering love.

Ah Lin was the little wolf cub picked up by Taifu himself, even if he was bitten severely, he didn't really hate him enough to want him to die.

If Feng Lin hadn't forcibly planted love Gu on himself later, Cang Lang would have told him these things a long time ago.

The sound of pattering all over the world gradually rose and fell. Even though Cang Lang couldn't see him, he still tried his best to find Feng Lin's face.Touched by the fingertips, it was wet like rain and hot like tears.

"That letter is actually not finished. Do you want to know the content of the second half?"

Feng Lin didn't say a word, Cang Lang knew he was contradictory.If you don't touch some scars, even if they are rotten to the end, you can get by.But once he spread the word, maybe he didn't even have a chance to get lucky.

Cang Lang traced the outline of the wolf cub with his fingers, the edges and corners are more distinct than a few years ago, it will hurt others as well as himself.

He sighed.

The correspondence between Cang Lang and Hu Jingzhai has always been hidden, and usually follows the practice of burning after reading.The letter Feng Lin read was incomplete, and he was only advised by the chief minister to advise him not to forget the lessons learned from the "Ni Shi Case".But actually, in his letter to Hu Jingzhai, Cang Lang elaborated on his desire to support King Yan, and even bluntly said, "Ah Lin is the only one who restores my innocence." The so-called "lesson from the past" is actually Hu Jing Zhai is reminding him, don't forget the painful lesson of Xiao Wanshan's involvement in the royal family's secrets and his ruin.

"Qianqing never forgets the reasons before and after Wanshan's death, and I should take this as a warning. For the rest of my life, I will devote all of my life to protect the young apprentice from ascending the Phoenix Tower. This heart is very firm, and it will become stronger until death."

Canglang articulated the words clearly, as if raindrops were beating on the lake in the lacquered night, and the silence amplified the sound of the ripples.The triangular space they live in is very limited, so small that every movement will push the falling rocks into the wound a few inches deeper; but at this time, Feng Lin felt that the world he was in was very far away, and the world belonged to that person The warm language seems to have fulfilled his bliss.

"What sir said is true?" Feng Lin's voice was vaguely uncertain, and he asked him impatiently for confirmation: "Does sir mean to stop blaming Ah Lin for the past?"

I don't blame you anymore.

Broken mirrors reunite, broken strings continue.I really don't blame you anymore.

Cang Lang integrated the answer into a kiss, and tried his best to find Feng Lin's chin with his lips that had been soaked in the cold rain, and there were slightly chattering teeth at the corners of his lips.From grinding to biting, from comforting to demanding, Cang Lang felt dizzy for a while, but he didn't want to separate for a moment, he just wanted to get closer to this person, and get closer to kill these years of open-mindedness between the two.

"Remember what I told you," Cang Lang's legs and feet were weak, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably, "If you really want to keep someone, you can't just rely on resentment. Liao Wuji deceived us all, twin love Gu It can only be planted in lovers, which is never nourished by resentment. The reason why you hurt is because the past is like a thorn in your heart, embedded in your bones and blood. If you move, there is no reason not to hurt."

It took a long time for Cang Lang to understand the key point. Whenever Feng Lin provoked him with the past, he was actually using the past to hurt himself.

Dizziness struck, and just when Cang Lang was about to lose his balance, a pair of strong arms wrapped around him.Feng Lin eagerly responded to Cang Lang's approach, and every word "Sir" was more intense than before, its taste and strength were like a jar of old wine in the cups of wine, directly surging up from the throat, ironing the tip of the tongue.

The grievance disappeared, and he said emotionally between kisses: "I am not bitter, everything that my husband gave me, Ah Lin is very willing."

in the city.

The rebellious army was killed, but more than half of the royal family's soldiers were also lost.All of this is due to Jin Yiwei Yang Dazhi ignoring the military orders and wasting too much time chasing the poor in Fuming Mountain.

However, Chi Xiaoyu, who was exhausted from fighting to the death, had no time to inquire about the crime—the guards came to report, and the prison outside the city was attacked by rebels. The fire attack caused a landslide, and the entire prison collapsed.His Royal Highness King Yan went in to interrogate the prisoner the night before, but his whereabouts are still unknown.

Chi Xiaoyu broke out in a cold sweat, simply bandaged the wound, changed his sword for a shovel and led the remnants straight to the ruins outside the city.It was only after they arrived that they realized that not only one prison cell had collapsed, almost half of the mountain was flattened to the ground. Rescuing His Highness with just the few soldiers in his hand was tantamount to nonsense.

On the third day of the search and rescue, everyone's faces were hard to hide, and several iron tools were broken, but there was still no sign of Feng Lin.

If this continues, it will cost a lot of troops, but it will be useless.What's more, the city is not well maintained and the remnants of the rebel army are still unclear, so it is not an option to blindly transfer troops.

After pondering again and again, Chi Xiaoyu tightened his teeth, as if he had made up his mind.He raised his hand and said, "You guys keep digging, I'll figure out a way to help, prepare the horses!"

Just like that, Feng Lin hugged the blind Cang Lang, quietly waiting for the daylight under the ruins of Sanchi.However, after waiting for this, I don't know what night it is.

After the landslide, it rained a few times, and the water droplets slowly seeped through the crevices of the rocks. Feng Lin opened his mouth to catch it, and lowered his head to feed it to the person in his arms.

Cang Lang's consciousness had already sunk, and he opened his lips and swallowed instinctively.At first, the water had the astringency of limestone, but gradually, his numb tongue tasted a fishy sweetness.

"What did you feed me..." Cang Lang tremblingly wanted to push him away, but Feng Lin grabbed his lips and tongue with greater strength.

"Hush, save your strength, someone will come to rescue us soon."

Cang Lang said this to comfort Feng Lin at first, but as time passed, even he himself had doubts.What if Gao Wujiu transported more than one cartload of stone resin into the city?

Or maybe Yang Dazhi didn't come back to help in time as agreed, now there are chaos troops outside, no one will notice their disappearance, even if they notice, they won't be able to spare to rescue them.

Thinking wildly like this, his body and mind were filled with fear. In this dangerous situation like a deserted island, Cang Lang could only hold on to Feng Lin's wrist tightly, and the surviving pulse at his fingertips gave him impossibly calm.

"if……"

"If no one comes," Feng Lin asked, "Will the master engrave Ah Lin's name on the epitaph?"

Cang Lang laughed wearily, "As long as I have the name of Qianqing, the seat next to it must be reserved for you."

There was no day or night, and I don't know how long it had passed. The sound of dripping water in my ears stopped, and the wind whizzed through the cracks of the stones, like the sound of impermanent footsteps.

Just when Cang Lang fell into a coma again, there were a few tentative knocking sounds from the top.He opened his mouth to breathe out, but no sound could come out of his dry throat.In desperation, Cang Lang remembered the wolf teeth on his chest.

"Duk, tuk, tuk..."

Huaiying, who had been searching the ruins for several days without sleep, suddenly stopped, and her ears stood upright.It stood still for a moment, as if trying to discern the direction from which the sound came, and suddenly let out a low growl, it flew over and grabbed Chi Xiaoyu's clothes corner.

"Slow down, slow down, Huai Ying—" Lieutenant General Chi shouted in a hurry, being led staggeringly, and when he reached the deepest part of the rock pile, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Look, there are people here!"

The author says:

It’s time to be disheartened and begging for comments again. As expected, where I didn’t write smoothly, readers also feel that I can’t stand it...