Disarming Allure

Huangfu said: "Back then, the Yu family was massacred by the killers sent by Leng Yuyun...But I didn't expect an old servant to escape. The old servant's name was Uncle Fu, and he entered the border of Beifeng while fleeing. The man saved by my father is the key to grasping the truth of all this."

Ling looked at him in surprise. Indeed, Uncle Fu had been taking care of his father. After that accident, he also thought that Uncle Fu had gone with his father long ago, but he was still alive. Since Huangfu knew his name, he decided to take care of him. It will not be prevarication.

"Where is the old man now? Can you let me see him?"

Huangfu shook his head: "Because he is involved in the secrets of the Yu Mansion, he has been controlled by the Lan Army to do chores for more than ten years, and now he is no longer in the mansion, and is still staying in the barracks on the border of Beifeng."

The situation took a turn for the worse. The news came too suddenly and too unbelievable. It almost completely overturned the beliefs that Ling had held in her heart for these years. Ling naturally didn't dare to believe it easily, but she felt that Huangfu would not lie to herself. It is the best policy to find a way to find Uncle Fu and ask the truth.

But I was subconsciously thinking in my heart, if what Huangfu said was true, what should I do?

He felt at a loss for a while, and the more he connected those clues, the closer he felt to the truth that Huangfu said.If Leng Yuyun was the one who planned all this behind the scenes, and even the culprit who took his own life, then for the entire 16 years, was his sincerity just a joke?

He felt the corners of his mouth curved upwards, but his expression was half crying and half smiling, which made Huangfu baffled.

No matter how delicious the lunch was, I had no interest in savoring it anymore, Ling secretly sighed indistinctly, but got up and drank a glass of wine, gave Huangfu the order to evict guests, and got up and went back to the inner room.

In the small bundle brought from Liulou, lay a pair of white jade masks quietly. The fine suet jade turned delicate white under the dim light, and every edge and corner was polished and rounded. Caressing over the slightly darker vine-shaped dark lines, the area under the fingertips is as cold as water...

A long and narrow crack had been broken at the forehead of the mask, destroying the beauty of the mask like a hideous scar. Ling sat on the chair and stared at the "scar" quietly. The tearing wound hurt his chest. His eyes exposed all the ugly things in front of his eyes.

Why?Could it be said that ten years of upbringing is like running water... It is a cheap use for you...?

There seemed to be layers of anger in my heart. This state of mind, which had been calm for more than ten years, suddenly became chaotic at this moment. If everything was a trap, from the very beginning...that smiling young man, that one he saw The boy who is his father and teacher...follows behind him, day after day, year after year, watching that slender figure propping up the sky of Nangan alone...

"Yu'er...I have nothing...Only you...Only you, you will not betray me...Right?"

"No, never."

The sincerity I have given, the allegiance I have given for a lifetime, if it is a game from the beginning...

When I am foolishly worrying about you here, you must sit on the top and laugh at me, laugh at my ignorance and innocence, I have worked for you for so many years, and I am still being used by you even when I die!

Unconsciously, a force was exerted by his subordinates, and a "click" sound woke him up from the past memories. Ling's eyes glanced at the crack, and when he was pinched by himself just now, the crack was already extending to the center of the mask... This is what you said in my hand. The gift that was given to me during my first expedition was knocked off a corner when I fell off a cliff.

Take it from your hand, die in your hand.

There was the sound of opening the curtain, Ling turned his wrist, and put the mask in the closet under the bed without a trace. He turned his back to the curtain, but he knew that the person who came in was Huangfu.

Huangfu did not leave, but followed quietly with worry.

In the next second, Huangfu embraced him from behind.

Ling didn't resist at all, but only mocked: "Look, the word letter is really a fragile thing."

Huangfu knew that he was sad about Yu Hengqing, so he bent down and kissed his earlobe lightly, comforting him: "But I hope you believe me, no matter what happens, I will stand by your side."

He shook his head silently, when you know who I am, would you still say that?To trample on the corpse of your Beifeng general, to offer foolish loyalty to Nangan...how ridiculous!Huangfu Lanxiao!You scolded well!Good scolding!

He suddenly felt very tired, he just wanted to close his eyes to escape everything, and let himself lean into the arms of the person behind him, as if this was the only place where he was warm for the time being.

It was rare for Huangfu to see him showing weakness. This person was always so reluctant to let others get close to him. He was so willing to confide in him. Could it be because he was afraid of being alone?But even he himself didn't seem to find the loneliness in his heart.

The thin and dense kisses were pressed down, gently falling on Ling's forehead, nose tip, and lips, without a trace of lust, full of regret.

The person in his arms was silent, and the sunlight shone through the window, casting a hazy color on his face.

What he believed in for so many years was overthrown overnight, as if he fell into a cold abyss alone, but at the moment he wanted to give up struggling, he dropped a life-saving rope... He knew, and pulled the rope upwards Climbing, what awaits him is returning to the warmth under the sun... But, can he still believe it?Could he still reach out and grab the rope?

If the last straw is broken, he will fall into a deeper hell, and perhaps, he will never be able to recover.

Huangfu only said: "Why, you are not willing to be more frank with yourself?"

The tone is calm, revealing a little warmth.

His eyelashes trembled, but the countless days and nights spent with Huangfu were racing through his mind.

"I said... as long as you are alone... no matter who you are loyal to, no matter who you are... as long as it is you, it is fine..." Huangfu kissed his ear, infecting his eyebrows, his eyes lips...

Under his enthusiasm, Ling couldn't help responding to his lips, but her mind was in chaos.

"As long as it's you, it's fine..."

That voice echoed in his mind over and over again, beating his heart, like an inexplicable traction, causing him to fall into disorientation in the trough of despair.

There is a voice telling him that even if the whole world betrays him, this person will stand behind him and become the most solid backing.

It turned out that a heart had fallen so long ago, but it was just bound by too many things and dared not take the first step.

So, let's indulge for a while... so what?

Through Huangfu's shoulders, he seemed to see the dust flying in the air... Unexpectedly, he slowly raised his hands and hugged Huangfu's broad back, but the person being embraced froze for a moment, flattered He was taken aback for a moment, and then chose to sink deeper.

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