Wrong Changhuan

Jiangling City, outside the east gate.More than a dozen black-armored guards lined up in two rows, ready to fight.A sedan chair was parked next to it, and many people entering and leaving the city were watching.

An old man who was nearly fifty years old, with a sudden scar on his face from the corner of his eye to his neck, was sitting on a chair, drinking tea leisurely.Behind him stood a woman in black with a sword.

As soon as Chang Huan and his party arrived outside the city, the old man stretched out the teacup slightly, and a servant behind him took it quickly with keen eyesight, and he got up unhurriedly.

The old man nodded slightly, and said, "Miss Lin, this old slave has been waiting for a long time." But that tone did not sound like a servant.Looking at the fine Shu brocade dyed with dark patterns on his body, and the emerald finger ring in his hand, it is a bit better than ordinary officials.

Chang Huan glanced at the old man, then noticed the woman in black behind him and the tear mole at the corner of her eye.

As expected by Ah Cuo, she is indeed Murong Ji's person.

Chang Huan didn't dismount, and said, "Where's my third uncle? Where is he?"

"The lord knew that the lady hadn't had lunch yet, so he set up a banquet in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, and was waiting for the lady... The lord said that as long as the lady goes to the banquet, the third young master Lin will send her back." The old man looked up. As he spoke unhurriedly, that slight smile pulled the scar on his face, making it look even more ferocious.

Chang Huan turned his head to look at Lin Xun, saw him nodding slightly, then looked at the old man, and said, "You better keep your word."

The old man half-bent, stretched out his hand and said, "Miss, please get on the sedan chair."

"Leave the sedan chair for you to sit on—" He shouted and drove——, then walked towards the city.An Cuo, Lin Xun and others followed closely behind.

There was no anger on the old man's face when he saw this, he just turned slightly sideways and said, "Chenyang, follow up."

After hearing this, the woman in black bowed slightly to the old man and said respectfully, "Yes, Master—" Then she got on her horse and chased after him.

Outside the gate of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, there were also black-armored soldiers surrounding them.

As the most popular restaurant in Jiangling City, it was time for meal time, many diners had no choice but to switch to other restaurants, but there were still many lively people.Seeing a group of horses running towards them, they gave way one after another.

Chang Huan got off the horse, his palms were already sweating.At this moment, there seemed to be a string tightened in her heart, and she was not as calm and calm as she showed.

The black armored soldier stepped out, but didn't stop her.

Chang Huan looked up at the plaque with big cursive characters written on it, and approached slowly, only a few steps, but it seemed to be full of thorns and it was extremely difficult to walk.When he turned his head and looked back, he saw that the guards stopped An Cuo and others outside.

Chen Yang approached and explained, "Master said, only the young lady is invited to the banquet. The others are not allowed to enter without orders."

Chang Huan glanced at her, the face with a beautiful tear mole was expressionless at this time, as if he had never felt joy, anger, sorrow or joy.

Chang Huan turned to look at An Cuo, and said, "A Cuo, you go home with uncle and the others and wait for me—"

"I'll be outside, guarding you." An Cuo finished speaking quietly, but her tone was rarely firm.

After hearing this, Chang Huan seemed to have gained courage, and he no longer felt lonely.

An Cuo didn't move half a step, and Yang Yan and the others were still guarding the door.

Chen Yang led Chang Huan to the second floor of Zuixian Pavilion.Chang Huan has visited here many times, so he is not unfamiliar with it.

It's just that the house was full of guests in the past, but now there is no one there.

Chang Huan was shocked when he saw Chen Yu waiting outside the door of a spacious private room, and said, "Why are you here?"

But soon, it became clear.

In fact, when Ah Cuo told her about Murong Ji, Chang Huan had never been curious about the strange man he met in Jiangdong Haitian Inn, and the token with the word Jiang Xia engraved on him.It's just that she remembered what she said every year that Murong Bing, the wife of Marquis Dongping, was a compatriot with the regent's mother, so she dismissed the idea.

Even if the majestic King Regent of a country came to Jiangdong quietly, how could he commit himself to staying in an inn instead of staying in the Hou's mansion?What's more, Ah Cuo said, the old prince has also been living in the Hou's Mansion.

Chang Huan never thought that the strange person was the Prince Regent, Murong Ji.Until today, at this moment.

Chen Yu pushed the door and entered, followed by Chang Huan.

With his back to the entrance, the person looking out from the window, still dressed as a Confucian businessman, turned around slowly.

He seemed to have lost a little weight, and his face was also a little pale.

Unfamiliar figures, familiar faces.

Similar scenes, but different moods.

Murong Ji looked at Chang Huan with a smile, and said, "The man below is the most powerful killer in Mingyue Tower, is he your friend?"

Chang Huan said angrily, "Didn't the person you sent to follow me tell you? Or did you ask knowingly?"

"Yes, she said it." After hearing this, Murong Ji was not angry, but just glanced at Chen Yang who was standing upright at the corner of the entrance wall, and then slowly approached the high-quality rosewood round table in the center of the room.

There are all kinds of dishes on it, and it is exuding bursts of aroma at this time.

Chang Huan cut straight to the point, and said neither humble nor overbearing, "Where is my third uncle? According to the agreement, I am here and let him go!"

Murong Ji sat opposite Chang Huan, and said softly, "Sit down and eat first... Are you hungry?"

Chang Huan didn't move, frowned slightly, and repeated, "Let my third uncle go..."

Murong Ji picked up a chopsticks dish and put it on the plate in front of Chang Huan. After listening, he put down his chopsticks and waved slightly at Chenyu.

Chen Yu took the order and went out.

Murong Ji's eyes were full of tenderness, and he said, "Now, can you sit down and eat with peace of mind?"

Chang Huan asked cautiously, "Where did Chen Yu go?"

"Go and let your third uncle go..." Seeing Chang Huan's suspicious face, Murong Ji said again, "If you don't believe me, you can look outside." He got up and walked to the window.

Chang Huan followed and approached, and saw Chen Yu instructing two guards to come out of Zuixian Pavilion with one person on their backs. Seeing this, Lin Xun and Yang Yan rushed to meet him.

A few years later, Chang Huan saw Lin Tun again, in such a wounded and unconscious state, he couldn't help scolding, "What did you do to my third uncle... why is he unconscious... ..."

Murong Ji turned around and returned to his seat, and said, "He wants to kill me, but seeing that he can't, he wants to die... I gave him the drug for his own good..." After a pause, he looked at Chang Huan and added , "By the way, I have also had the doctor treat the injury on his body. It is just a traumatic injury. It will be fine after a few days of rest..."

Chang Huan was still standing by the window, seeing that the second uncle and the others had already left, only Ah Cuo was still standing downstairs silently waiting for her, guarding her.

Chang Huan couldn't bear to look any further, turned around and walked towards the door.Now that the big event is over, she doesn't want to stay here for a moment.

Chen Yang suddenly reached out to block the way.

Seeing this, Murong Ji felt sad, and said, "I have fulfilled my promise...Could it be that you don't even want to sit down and have a meal with me? When you were in Jiangdong——"

"When you were in Jiangdong, you were just a stranger..." Chang Huan directly interrupted him, turned around, looked straight at Murong Ji with hatred in his eyes, and said, "I'm just sorry, third uncle Couldn't kill you..."

Chen Yang on the side suddenly said, "You..." After only saying one word, he felt a little slip of the tongue, so he stopped.

Murong Ji lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time before raising his eyes and saying in a low voice, "I'm about to die..."

After Chang Huan heard it, he froze on the spot, then walked to the table like a ghost, sat down, and said without any emotion, "Very good--"

After saying these two words, the corner of Chang Huan's mouth slightly snorted, but for a short while, tears flowed down instantly.

Chang Huan said heartily, he is just an enemy of the Lin family... But why did he feel sore in his heart, and why his eyes were wet again.

Murong Ji just watched in a daze as Chang Huan picked up the wine glass on the table and put it down again, then picked up the wine jug on the side, lifted the lid, and took a few sips.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and no one spoke.

There was a little bustle and bustle outside the window, which was incompatible with the atmosphere in the room.

It was Murong Ji who broke the silence first, and said softly, "How's the injury on your body?"

"I can't die--" Chang Huan blurted out.It's just that when he said this dead word, Fang felt regretful, but it was too late.

"You should act more carefully in the future..." That expression was full of sincerity.

"Murongji, I don't need you to teach me..." Chang Huan stopped him, but his tone dropped instantly, and he murmured full of hurt, "Why do you... teach me?" ..."

Princess Lanyan, who is far away in the capital, is your daughter, not me.

Murong Ji poured himself a glass of wine, and after drinking it all in one gulp, Fang said in a deep voice, "I owe you..."

Chang Huan was a little excited, and said, "You are looking for the wrong person. The person you owe is not me... The one you should feel guilty about and make up for is my mother, all the living members of the Lin family, and those souls who have died in vain... ...."

Chang Huan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, calmed down a little, opened his eyes, and said slowly, "What exactly do you want from me...Before I came, I still I want to know how these things happened back then...I see you, I don't want to know...I don't want to see you again, and I don't want to have anything to do with you..."

Murong Ji was silent for a long time, and finally showed a wry smile. With an almost begging tone, he looked at Chang Huan and said, "Today, let's treat you and me as strangers, let's have a meal together..."

He was just afraid that this opportunity was lost too. Will there be another chance to get along with each other like this in the future...or when we meet again, Yin and Yang are separated...

Chen Yang silently watched all this from the side.

Looking at her master who swore to die for her life, this man with power over the world and strategists, has never been so speechless by others, and has never spoken in such a humble way.

But when she saw Lin Changhuan's expression and tears, she couldn't bear the slightest bit of blame.There is only an inexplicable and unreasonable distress and helplessness in my heart.And she, just a hidden guard, can't do anything.

Chen Yang suddenly felt disloyal and unrighteous.

One cannot protect the Lord loyally, whether it is a sword or a gun attack or abusive words; one cannot uphold justice for a friend, because it is a state war or a family affair.

Thinking of this, Chen Yang suddenly asked himself a question in his heart--is she... a friend? !

Chang Huan didn't speak, but took a slow bite of the food while holding the chopsticks.

The dishes are full of colors, but they have lost their taste.

Murong Ji put his chopsticks on Chang Huan's plate, and said flatteringly, "Try this sauced duck, I heard that you are a regular customer here, so I ordered them to make some dishes you like, try-- "

Chang Huan didn't make a sound, and silently ate the piece of sauced duck.

When Murong Ji saw it, he seemed to be greatly encouraged. He took another bowl of soup, handed it over, and said, "This is the ginseng chicken soup I made myself...Since the last time we met, you have lost some weight. You should make up for it." repair..."

Chang Huan brought it to his mouth, but before he took it in, he smelled the smell of mushrooms, and put down the bowl immediately.

Seeing this, Murong Ji thought it was Chang Huan who heard that he made it himself, so he didn't want to eat it, and explained carefully, "There is a hundred-year-old ginseng in it, which is good for your recovery...Try it." Try it and see if it tastes good?"

Chang Huan listened to these words and looked at Murong Ji like this, unconsciously, his expression coincided with that of his second uncle Lin Xun.

She had never seen such a Murong Ji.

It's not as mysterious as it was when I saw it in Jiangdong, and it's not as iron-blooded as it is rumored by the folks.

Chang Huan thought to himself, if there were no such hatred and entanglement, he should also be a good father.

Under the gaze of expectant eyes, Chang Huan didn't explain, let alone refute his kindness, and didn't want to stay here any longer, so he immediately took the bowl and drank it down.

Chang Huan put down the bowl and said, "I'm full—can I go?"

If she stays like this any longer, she's afraid that she won't be able to control herself, and her heart will soften like a coward... And she's even more afraid that she will become a traitor to the Lin family...

In the past, she had never received a trace of tenderness and mercy, but she had already left a scar in her heart.

Even if the warmth and tenderness of this moment brought a ray of light, it was still not enough to illuminate the darkness, nor enough to overcome the scar.

And he can only be a temporary visitor.

Murong Ji looked at Chang Huan, feeling reluctant to let go, but finally chose to let go.With infinite affection, he said slowly, "Treasure--"

Murong Ji suddenly remembered the words Chang Huan left before leaving the inn last time.

Perhaps, what she said was not wrong.

The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there will be no future.

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The author has something to say:

@罗神... Coded 20W words. . .I never thought I could keep writing... Thank you~~

Next, I am going to write a special episode about Murong Ji.