Yuezhaoyingan

As the sun set and rose again, Zhao'an hugged his legs and curled up beside the bed. He had been like this for two days without eating or drinking, and Xiang Bing guarded him but couldn't let him eat anything.

He wondered what he had done all these years.

He was a little confused and recalled the sadness in Ling Yu's eyes that day, and then suddenly recalled the same sad tears in the corners of Ling Yu's eyes that night when the cold palace caught fire.

What were you thinking at the time?By the way, she would rather help him bear all the pain than show such a sad look again.

Ling Yu is so gentle and affectionate, I know all this, and I am deeply fascinated by it.

But what did he do, he kept doing what Ling Yu didn't want him to do, even... wanted to kill Ling Yan.

Mingming vowed not to hurt His Highness any more, and obviously didn't want to see him look sad and hopeless again, but he forced His Highness's only younger brother off the cliff with his own hands.

The pupils in his dull eyes trembled slightly.

No, he's going to bring him back.

Definitely, must return Ling Yan completely to Ling Yu's hands.

Zhao'an didn't eat or drink, the housekeeper was in a hurry, but before he could tell Ling Yu, Zhao'an disappeared again.

Fengtian did not receive anyone. After thinking about it, Li Qin did not believe that the disappearance of the prisoner was only due to robbery. He felt that he had been fooled. .Emperor Cheng suppressed the matter and just let Ling Yu handle it by himself.

He obeyed Emperor Cheng's order and went back to the military headquarters for two days to secretly discuss the matter, and Zhao An disappeared.

Xiang Bing sent breakfast in, but he still hadn't come out at night.When the housekeeper came to look for him, the guards didn't even notice anything was wrong. When he opened the door, only Xiang Bing was left tied to the bedpost, his mouth was gagged and he could only make a whimpering sound.

After being rescued, Xiang Bing said with a sad face, "He only said one word before he left, and he must bring Ling Yan back."

Ji Qing didn't dare to delay, and quickly notified Ling Yu.

Ling Yu knew that the person who took Ling Yan in now was not an ordinary person, but Chu Zelang, the only prince of Daxuan, the general of the southern border of Daxuan, who held a heavy army in the southern border, and had a high position.

So he hasn't moved in the past two days. On the premise of ensuring Ling Yan's safety, he can only send more people to look at General Bicheng's mansion first, and wait for the investigation of Chu Zelang's details before thinking about how to get Ling Yan In exchange, he did not choose to save people hastily.

But now, Zhaoan went alone.

Regardless of safety, desperate.

Zhao'an was on his way with a will. He didn't know how many people were chasing him behind, or how many people were waiting to stop him, but he knew that he had to do it, to save Ling Yan.

His heart became more and more urgent day by day, and the sadness in Ling Yan's eyes when he was stabbed, and Ling Yu's sad eyes resurfaced in his mind over and over again.

When he rushed to Bicheng, he stared outside the General's Mansion for a long time, but he didn't see any trace of Ling Yan. Every moment of being at a loss made him suffocate like drowning, so that night, he decided to take the risk and enter the General's Mansion at night.

He entered the mansion in the middle of the night, afraid of disturbing the guards on duty at night, so he walked along the roof to find the residence of the young master——Qiyuxuan. He knew that Ling Yan's martial arts were not weak, so he tapped on the thick tiles , the sound was like a night cat skimming the roof tiles, soft and inadvertent, but listening carefully it was the rhythm of Mr. Cen Qishan ringing the bell three times during class, he thought Ling Yan heard it, and would come out to see it no matter what .

But the door of the room was lightly opened and closed, and under the bright moonlight, standing in the courtyard was the King Xuanlang of that day, looking towards the dark place where he was hiding on the roof, and said with a chuckle, "I was just thinking about how long you have to wait." When did you show up?"

During the silence, Zhao'an jumped down from the roof, and the person in front of him walked out of Ling Yan's room. Although the clothes were neat, the belts were tied casually, obviously staying here.Zhao An's eyes turned cold. If Ling Yan was half insulted, it would be even more unforgivable for him to cause everything. He was angry in his heart, but he knew that the calm-looking person in front of him was not simple. He suppressed his emotions and said: "He He is one of my dearest relatives, he was rescued by Your Excellency, if you release him, you will be thanked with a lot of money."

Chu Zelang looked at him strangely, feeling that this person turned his face faster than turning the pages of a book, and said mockingly: "Dearest relative? I remember you tried to put him to death twice?"

Zhao'an's face froze, and he pursed his lips. This was a fact he was powerless to refute, but he didn't think his entanglement with Ling Yan needed to be explained to such an outsider.He clenched the sword in his hand, and there was murderous look in his raised eyes: "I will take him away."

Chu Zelang narrowed his sharp eyes, and coldly unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "I also said that if you dare to come again, it will be your death."

You don’t need a net to deal with Zhao’an. His palm injury has not healed, and he has been running around for days. A swordsman who is full of thoughts and suddenly looks is not a threat to Chu Zelang. The outcome will be decided soon. Too many disturbances to the quiet night.

When Zhao'an lay powerlessly on the cold ground, blood oozed from his body and the corners of his mouth, and the bright moon was reflected in his eyes, the wind chasing the clouds, covered by the full moon, hanging in fragments in the vast night sky, lonely and cold, alone .

In front of Zhao'an's eyes, the sword light was cold and silent, and flashed by, the cold and sharp sword energy hit his throat, and suddenly everything turned into a dream after all, he made a slip of the tongue, lost Ling Yan, lost himself, he thought sadly, maybe This time, His Highness was going to be disappointed again, obviously he never wanted to make His Highness sad again.

Then the sharp blade stopped at his neck, it was not Chu Zelang who showed mercy, but his attendant who was waiting in the dark came out to stop him, Zhaoan only heard that person say: "My lord, you will force him to death like this. "

With the loss of blood, Zhao'an's body gradually became cold, and his consciousness began to be in a trance. Chu Zelang's face suddenly became very ugly in his vision, and he fell into a coma.

When he was about to wake up, Zhao An only felt that he was on the scorching fire. He wanted to wake up but couldn’t wake up. His eyelids seemed to be heavy and he couldn’t open his eyes. Not much moisture.

After a while he felt cold again, shivering and hugging his body tightly, shivering uncontrollably.During the interval between hot and cold, he was awakened by the pain on his body for a moment. There was a ray of light in the square dungeon, and there were fine dust floating in the arrangement. He curled up weakly on the cold floor, looking at the cramped room The only thing in the space that is still passing is his life.

The injuries on his body were serious, and he was in a coma almost all the time. He could vaguely feel people coming in and out, footsteps in disorder, and people talking, but all the noises became noises and irritations in his high fever. The fine needles that hurt his head.

The drowsy bitter liquid was forcibly poured into his mouth, his whole body resisted, what he drank was worse than what he spit out, the wound on his body was medicated and carefully bandaged.

But the medicine could not be taken down, the high fever of the whole person could not be subsided, and the medicine had no effect even if he continued to drink it. After too long, the people around him seemed to be at a loss.

Then a tear fell on his face, and a hoarse voice softly begged in his ear: "Get well, Zhao'an, he can't live without you."

He moved his eyelids, and the warm soup greeted his thirsty throat, spoonful after spoonful, accompanied by silent sadness.

Later, he felt that he was being taken out. When he got out of the dungeon, the bright sunlight hurt his eyes. The bumpy journey was not long, and he didn't know where he was going to be taken. At the mercy of others.