After the death of the villain

He is a strong person and always smiles at others.Always take the lead in times of crisis.

But this time, it was really exhausting.

Xie Xiangying quietly listened to Hongyu's cry, as if her long suppressed feelings had also been released.

It's been a big dream for ten years, and Xie Xiang has welcomed this dream for almost ten years.The person he cared about didn't protect him to the end, and the person he cared about shed tears for him.

If he hadn't been reborn, how would his Hongyu survive.

The crying of the person beside the couch gradually subsided, and finally they fell asleep crying. Thinking that this person must have come over overnight yesterday, Xie Xiangying got up slowly and helped him onto the couch.

He sat on the edge of the couch in the outer room, leaned on the low table, looked at the extinguished wax in front of him, and sighed deeply.

In Xingsheng Pavilion, two pieces of paper fell on the table.

Ling Lang looked at the sprouting winter potatoes on the painting, and remained silent for a long time.

"Your Majesty, the envoy of the Metropolitan Procuratorate came to report that the secret work in the Qingjingzhai came by boat and rested in Jiangyang for a few days before arriving in Shengjing. The man who followed the man looked familiar, and the two had a very close relationship. It may be someone from King Donglin."

Sun Liangyu reported from the side, but Ling Lang's eyes still fell on the two blank sheets of paper.

"What's going on in the former dynasty? I've already read Wang Haidong's excerpts."

A few days ago, Wang Haidong, who was in charge of the tax department, proposed to reduce taxes, and many people opposed it.

Sun Liangyu saw that Ling Lang was deliberately obscuring the details, so he no longer insisted on reporting, and only said: "Master Wang is very soft-spoken, no one cares."

In these years of successive expeditions, most of the money, rice and grain were used. Now that taxes are reduced, the food and salaries of the army will inevitably be affected.The Northern Qi Dynasty was in full swing, and there were plans to conquer the North and the West. Naturally, they couldn't be discouraged at this time.

Ling Lang put down the two pieces of paper in his hand, and carefully read Wang Hai's paperwork from the Taxation Department, and said, "There is something in Wang Haidong's stomach that you don't understand. If he was here, he would definitely be able to talk to me about it."

Sun Liangyu knew who Ling Lang was talking about.With Xie Yin around, he, a little manager, would not be able to worry about these major affairs in the court.It's just that people can't be resurrected after death, Xie Yin crossed the Naihe Bridge three years ago, and now he absolutely can't talk to Ling Lang.

The folder in his hand was put down, Ling Lang rubbed his brows, and ordered: "Let's drive to Nanling Palace, I'm going to Qingjingzhai."

"Your Majesty, today is the day when Empress Dowager Shen chooses a husband-in-law for the second princess. You want to go there."

Although Empress Dowager Shen didn't pay much attention to government affairs these years, she was still the Empress Dowager of Northern Qi in name, so she had to give her face.

Hearing this, Ling Lang said calmly: "Call King Zhao over and let him go."

"King Zhao, how can this be done?"

Although this king of Zhao is pleasing to others, he can't go there for the emperor.Sun Liangyu was in a dilemma, Ling Lang on the other end had already gone to the inner hall to change his clothes.

Ling Lang wore a black robe with narrow sleeves, he took off his golden crown and only put a plain silver crown on his ponytail, with the ends of his hair hanging down behind him, looking rather youthful.

Seeing Ling Lang's attire, Sun Liangyu suddenly remembered that this man was only 21 years old, and it had only been a year since the coronation ceremony.Recalling the day Ling Lang participated in the coronation ceremony with a dark face a year ago, Sun Liangyu thought that many years had passed.

No one could change Ling Lang's mind. He said that he was driving Qingjingzhai without even waiting for the carriage to be prepared, so he drove a horse and drove over quickly.

Ling Lang was young and vigorous, galloping his horse, and Sun Liangyu followed, almost being thrown to the ground by the wild horse under him. It was his apprentice Xiao Feng who helped him get off the horse, so he stood firm.

The name of Qingjing Zhai is Qingjing, and the place is also pure.It is built against the mountain, and you can only see the location of three or two houses by stepping on the stone steps several floors high.

When Sun Liangyu walked into the courtyard, he saw that the waiter named Su Yuan was still kneeling on the ground holding a candlestick, and he couldn't help being surprised.

He didn't know how long he knelt, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, his face was extremely pale.

Ling Lang glanced at this person, and said coldly: "Take this person down, and kneel under the steps tomorrow."

"Yes."

Sun Liangyu glanced at Xiao Feng, and Xiao Feng went over to wake him up.

When Su Yuan saw Ling Lang and Sun Liangyu, he was very excited, but his arms had been raised for too long, and they were already stiff.

Sun Liangyu glanced at Min, and Xiao Feng immediately helped the man go down the steps.

The eyes were clear again, Sun Liangyu was about to shout loudly, Ling Lang waved his hand, and personally stepped forward to knock on the closed door.

The person who was looking through the history of the palace heard the movement and glanced in the direction of the door, but did not move.

Seeing this, Hongyu hurriedly put down her work and prepared to open the door.

Xie Xiangying waved his hand to signal Hongyu not to open the door, Hongyu stopped behind the door and asked softly, "Who is it?"

Hearing Hongyu's voice, Ling Lang said, "It's me."

"His Majesty……"

Hongyu looked at Xie Xiangying who was on the short building, Xie Xiangying shook his head and signaled that he should ignore it.

Hong Yu took a few steps closer and asked, "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid of His Majesty's punishment?"

Xie Xiangying said: "The current whereabouts of the favored Liansheng are unknown. He uses me as the shadow envoy of Nianru. He won't blame him for a while, you just play it perfunctory."

The dead person is the white moonlight in the dream, and the cinnabar mole in his heart, he will also be touched by Zhang Nianru's light, pampering him for a while.

"Yes." Hongyu walked to the door again and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the young master has already eaten and slept. Your Majesty, go back."

After falling asleep, Ling Lang rushed over all the way, and this man actually said that he fell asleep.The sun hasn't even set yet, so how can this man sleep.Sun Liangyu smiled inwardly, thinking that Ling Lang would definitely punish this person.Unexpectedly, the person standing outside the door smiled slightly, and said in a harmonious voice: "Tell him, I have something important to discuss, if he doesn't come out, then I will wait."

Sun Liangyu's jaw was about to drop, this is not a meticulous treatment, it is clearly the treatment of the Supreme Emperor.

Ling Lang just said that he would wait.

Sun Liangyu was surprised, when Ling Lang said that, he actually brushed off the ashes from the balcony under the eaves and sat on it, waiting quietly.

"..."

For a moment, Sun Liangyu wondered if he really had blind eyes, otherwise how could he not be able to see the fine work.

Inside the room, Hongyu glanced at Xie Xiangying very cautiously, Xie Xiangying smiled to reassure her, and continued to look at the palace history in her hand.

The Nanling Temple enshrines the Martial God of the Northern Qi Dynasty who holds a sword in his hand, and the eight-fold pagoda enshrines the Flower God who holds a lotus in his hand.The Temple of the Martial God is full of incense every day, and there are hundreds of servants cleaning it, but the eight-story pagoda is dilapidated, and only on the Lantern Festival can it be lit up for a lively night.

Recalling the day of Shangyuan Festival, Xie Xiangying thought for a moment that the sky full of lights was indeed very beautiful.

Xie Xiangying always read books seriously, when the scroll in his hand fell on the desk, the lights in the room were already lit, and the sky outside was completely dark.

Now Ling Lang has to leave.

The charcoal-burning room was a bit stuffy, Xie Xiangying got up and pushed open the window.

Outside the house, the young man with his back to him was sitting on the railing looking up at the stars in the sky.As if hearing the movement behind him, Ling Lang turned his head this time.His eyes were like shining stars in the night, reminding Xie Xiangying of the boy in his memory.

Xie Xiangying fixedly looked at the people under the eaves, and when he recovered, Ling Lang had already walked towards him.

Xie Xiangying hurriedly closed the window, but Ling Lang firmly resisted and could not close it.

"At least tell me your first and last name."

Ling Lang looked into Xie Xiangying's eyes.When he doesn't want to miss someone anymore, he can only use Xie Yin's name.

Xie Xiangying didn't speak, but just lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.

His hand landed on Ling Lang's hand that was pushing the window, and opened the hand with well-knit knuckles, palm facing up.

Ling Lang looked at Xie Xiangying quietly, Xie Xiangying stretched out his index finger and wrote stroke by stroke on Ling Lang's palm.

Xie Xiangying used very little strength, and when it landed on the palm of the hand, he felt his heart itch along with his hand.

Fingertips dropped two words on the palm of his hand, and when he realized what he had written, Xie Xiangying hurriedly withdrew his hand and closed the window.He leaned his back against the window of the bed, his eyes slightly absent-minded.

He told Ling Lang his name.

"Welcome."

The itchiness in the palms was still there.

The person standing outside the house repeated these two words. Ling Lang didn't know if he made up these words to perfuse himself, but felt that these two words were particularly touching.

"Let's go."

Ling Lang walked out of the eaves and said something.

"Walk?"

Wherever he went, Ling Lang didn't even enter the door when he came to the Qingjingzhai, so he was about to leave.

Sun Liangyu was at a loss, but Ling Lang was already striding forward in a good mood.

The two came at sunset, and left after night fell. They didn't even enter the door of Xie Xiangying's room, so they were driven back.

For the next few days, Ling Lang never visited, Xie Xiangying lived in Qingjingzhai just like he used to live in Zhuli.

It is quiet and quiet here, with rubies and green bamboos that are still straight and unyielding in the cold wind.

Everything remains the same, as if all the previous conspiracies never happened in front of him.

"Has your majesty not known the identity of the young master?" Hongyu asked while burning charcoal, if Ling Lang knew the identity of Xie Xiangying, why would he leave him in this boring Qingjingzhai.

"I never told him."

After Xie Xiangying finished speaking, he poured the cold decoction into the Evergreen planted by the door.

"My son, why..."

Hongyu didn't understand why Xie Xiangying never took medicine.How can people get better if they don't take medicine.

Xie Xiangying put the medicine bowl back on the table without saying a word.This kind of flesh injury will heal in a short time if you take care of it carefully, but if you take the wrong medicine, how can it be cured.

He was originally the person in Northern Qi who was the least able to defend against Ling Lang, but now he had to guard against him.

Xie Xiangying watched the medicinal solution slowly soaking into the flower pot, and his heart sank.He wants to find a confidant who is proficient in pharmacology as soon as possible in the Northern Qi Dynasty.Zhang Ling is the apprentice of the world's number one genius doctor, his whereabouts are uncertain, and he may not necessarily do things for him.Xie Sheng was trapped in the Imperial Hospital by Ling Lang, and he couldn't fully trust him, so who else was left.

Xie Xiangying was thinking carefully in his mind, when suddenly he heard a sound outside the door.

Xie Xiangying opened the door, and saw a cockatiel landed on the ground in front of the door, with a roll of notes on its lap.

"Get Ling Lang's trust as soon as possible."

On the paper was Zhong Lin's handwriting.With just a few words, it is an almost impossible task.In this world, there is no one Ling Lang can trust completely, and there won't be one.

Xie Xiangying threw the note into the charcoal brazier, stroked the cockatiel's head, and suddenly had a helpless smile on his face.

Zhong Lin came to Northern Qi, except for a few disguised servants, he was not on guard against anything else.If he doesn't leave, Ling Lang will definitely see through if he keeps in touch with him in the long run.In terms of the dispute between the two countries, Xie Xiangying hoped that Zhong Lin would be captured, but in terms of personal friendship, Zhong Lin is a good person, and he did not want Zhong Lin to die.

It would be great if this person could submit to Bei Qi, Xie Xiangying looked at the red charcoal fire in the charcoal basin, and suddenly felt a little lost.

The defense of Nanling Temple was very lax except for the ceremonies, but Ling Lang sent many people to surround the stone steps of Qingjing Zhai these days, for fear that people would run away.Apart from being able to walk around in the courtyard, Xie Xiangying couldn't go anywhere else, so it seemed like Ling Lang had drawn him into a prison.

After dinner in the evening, Xie Xiangying was thinking about how to leave the Nanling Temple when he vaguely heard someone knocking on the window lattice.

Hongyu was not there, Xie Xiang stood up and opened the window, only to see a lotus flower standing by the window, the moonlight was bright and clear, falling on the lotus flower, the flower was more transparent and cool.

"For you."

Ling Lang put the lotus into Xie Xiangying's hands, with a slight smile on his face.

Where did the lotus come from in this winter?Xie Xiangying raised his eyes to look at Ling Lang, thinking that this person must have finished handling government affairs and made fun of him.He took the flowers a few minutes closer and was about to close the window when Ling Lang held the window with one hand and asked him in a low voice: "Don't let me in?"

Xie Xiangying lowered his eyes, without hesitation, he just continued to close the window.

"Leave me here for a while, it's urgent."

Ling Lang's tone was pleading, and his gaze fell directly on Xie Xiangying's face.If it was someone else, they would definitely blush from the straight eyes of this handsome man.

Xie Xiang looked expressionlessly at the person with a smile in his eyes. The boy in the past also looked at him with such eyes.It was because of such an innocent and bright smile that he took the life-threatening medicine day by day.As warm as this smile looked, his heart was as cold as it was.

Xie Xiangying knew that he couldn't stop Ling Lang, this person always came and left whenever he wanted.Knowing this, he did not continue the stalemate with Ling Lang, but turned around and inserted the lotus flower into the porcelain vase on the table.

The enamel of this vase is delicate and its color is like jade, which complements the flower perfectly.In three years, Northern Qi also had such fine porcelain.

Seeing that Xie Xiangying was not refusing, Ling Lang put his hands on the window sill and came over the window.

The black cloud boots landed on the ground lightly and skillfully, seeing that someone wanted to leave, Ling Lang took a stride and came to Xie Xiangying's eyes, blocking his way.

"I really have something important to do."

Ling Lang repeated it again, lest Xie Xiangying think he was making fun of him.

The two were so close that Xie Xiangying could smell the faint sweet scent of Ling Lang's body.It was the incense from Tongyou Hall, sweet but not greasy, and it smelled good.

Xie Xiangying didn't back away, nor did he speak, but just gave Auta a cold look, and motioned Ling Lang to sit down and talk.

Seeing that Xie Xiangying didn't speak, Ling Lang asked him, "How can I understand if you don't tell me."

He doesn't believe that Xie Xiangying can't speak, and it must be because he doesn't want to speak up now.

Xie Xiangying raised his eyes to look at Ling Lang, he couldn't speak, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he couldn't help cursing at this careless little bastard.She was even more afraid that if she stayed in the same room with this person for a long time, she couldn't help but give him a slap in the face.

His self-cultivation, tolerance, and forbearance are all precarious in front of Ling Lang.

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