I'm a killer with no emotions

Yun Lan put down her harsh words, smiled and walked away.

Ning Zhe looked at his slender and handsome back quietly, his dark eyes didn't have a trace of innocence and clarity that this age should have, but were as silent and deep as a dark abyss, making it impossible to see any emotion.

After a long absence, Ning Zhe remembered the past.

He had known Yunlan a long time ago, and at that time, he didn't even know Ning Yan, and he was just a little killer in the Zongheng Pavilion who was trampled underfoot, bullied and beaten all day long.

In the entire Zongheng Pavilion, only Yunlan treated him well.

He would secretly deliver food to Ning Zhe, apply medicine for him, hold him in his arms and shield him from those beatings.

Ning Zhe spoke for the first time, and the name he spoke was—Brother Yunlan.

Yun Lan was the first person to let Ning Zhe understand feelings.

It's a pity that Yun Lan's kindness to Ning Zhe was not a means for him to get close to Ning Yan.

Ning Zhe let Yunlan go again and again, but Yunlan stripped off his face, took away his identity, and turned him into a monster with neither human nor ghost.

But Ning Zhe didn't care about all of these.

He doesn't know what betrayal is, and he doesn't know what taking advantage of is.

Yunlan made him hurt, so he no longer liked him, that's all.

Over the years, the only person who made Ning Zhe feel hatred was Ning Yan.

Yunlan was wrong, he shouldn't have moved Ningyan.

Even if there is hatred, for Ning Zhe, Ning Yan can only die in his hands.

No one can touch Ning Yan except him.

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and gently closed them.

……

In the study at the moment, Ning Yan was frowning and looking at Yun Lan, "Lan'er, don't do this."

If he didn't do anything, he would be the one who died.

A dark light flashed across Yunlan's eyes, she gently took off her clothes, revealing her snow-white shoulders and beautiful collarbone, she lay limp in Ning Yan's arms as if she had no bones, and stared straight at him with her slender, white neck raised .

"Ayan, you have never touched Lan'er...don't you want Lan'er?"

As she spoke, she leaned forward lightly, wanting to kiss his lips.

Ning Yan watched his pink and moist thin lips getting closer, and suddenly turned her head to avoid it.

"Lan'er, don't make trouble, you go back first, the king still has business to deal with urgently."

Yunlan's heart suddenly turned cold.

"Ayan, why don't you want to get along with me? You used to say I was young, but now I'm grown up."

When Ning Yan heard his words, for some reason, a frail and thin figure appeared in front of his eyes.

Ning Yan was stunned for a moment, and soon came to his senses, patted Yunlan's hair, and pushed him away, "Be obedient, go back."

Yunlan glanced at the official document on his desk, and remembered the man's order, and felt a little impatient, "Ayan won't want me today, so I won't go back!"

After he said that, he was so cruel that he tore off all his clothes, and with his white and beautiful body naked, he approached Ning Yan step by step.

Yun Lan thinks that Ning Yan loves him so much that she will never be able to resist this temptation, not to mention how could Ning Yan have the heart to make him suffer from the cold.

He was sure in his heart, but he didn't expect that Ning Yan didn't even look at him, directly took off the sable fur, wrapped it around his body, and called the servant to come in and take him away.

His indifferent attitude made Yunlan panic, and grabbed his sleeve regardless of obstruction.

"Ayan, Lan'er stop making trouble, stop making trouble, Lan'er is wrong, don't treat Lan'er like this, okay..."

As he spoke, two lines of tears flowed quietly down his cheeks. Coupled with that unparalleled face, it was so beautiful that it made people willing to do anything for him.

Ning Yan couldn't see Yun Lan crying the most. If it was in the past, he would have hugged Yun Lan into his arms to comfort her, but at this moment, Ning Yan was not interested at all.

Yunlan's tears couldn't cause the slightest wave in his heart.

It was as if... the person in front of him had nothing to do with him at all.

Ning Yan suppressed the thoughts in his heart, stretched out his slender fingers, gently stroked away the teardrops from the corners of Yunlan's eyes, and coaxed in a low voice: "Don't think too much, it's my problem and has nothing to do with Lan'er."

Yun Lan looked up at him with a pitiful expression, "Then Ayan, will you come to accompany Lan'er tonight?"

Ning Yan looked down at him, his expression still gentle, but he only said: "It's late at night, you are not in good health, go back and rest."

Did not refuse, but did not agree.

Yun Lan lowered her head, clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, made a pitiful appearance, and left the study with the servant.

The boy and the others only thought that Mr. Yun was gentle and gentle, but no one saw the resentment and unwillingness in the eyes of this seemingly docile person.

in the study.

After Yun Lan left, Ning Yan lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was frowning and thinking about something.

"Come here." After a while, he called for someone to come in.

A black figure landed in front of him, "My lord."

"When Yunlan rescued this king three years ago, was there any wound in his heart?"

The man in black recalled for a moment, then said: "Return to the master, there is nothing."

Ning Yan's brows frowned even deeper, "You go and investigate carefully what happened to this king's accident back then, and if you have any clues, report them quickly."

The man in black responded respectfully, and disappeared in a flash.

Ning Yan squeezed the space between his eyebrows, staring at the documents on the table, lost in thought.

He still still remembers the accident when he was hunting in the spring. At that time, the people he brought were affected by a strange witchcraft. Almost all of them were killed with one blow, but no cause of death could be found out.

Even Ning Yan himself, if it wasn't for Yunlan's desperate efforts to rescue him and bring him back to the Dingbei Palace, he would have died a long time ago.

Ning Yan remembered that Yunlan seemed to have suffered some serious heart injuries in order to save him.

The reason why the word "seems" is used is because Ning Yan's memory of that period is already a little fuzzy.

He was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and he fell into a coma for a long time before regaining consciousness.

After waking up, Yunlan's injuries had already healed, and Ning Yan didn't think about it.

But just now, when he saw the smooth and delicate skin on Yunlan's chest, another scene suddenly appeared in his mind——

The frail young man lay silently in the water prison, with a large hideous and ugly scar on his heart, as if someone had cut his heart open and taken something from it.

And the young man's face was Ning Zhe's quiet and beautiful face, but always pale and bloodless!

This made Ning Yan involuntarily think of, in his vague memory, the blood-stained boy hugging him tightly.

But back then Ning Zhe was just a little emperor in the deep palace, what could he do?Obviously Yunlan was the one who saved him with all his life, maybe it was because the medicine he took was so effective that no scars were left...

Ning Yan quickly dispelled this doubt.

But other than that, when he was in danger back then, now that he thinks about it carefully, there are doubts everywhere.

Ning Yan once ordered a thorough investigation into this matter, and Tian Qi was finally found.Later, when Tian Qi handed over the chief envoy, the matter was settled, but thinking about it now, it may not be that Tian Qi took the initiative to expose his flaws, deliberately concealing people's eyes and ears, so as to do other things.

In fact, if you really want to talk about it, these are just old things, but for some reason, Ning Yan suddenly wants to know the truth of the year.

……

Yunlan Pavilion is brightly lit.

With a lazy expression, Yunlan leaned on the beauty couch, looking at the tall and straight man with a mask in front of him.