Yuezhaoyingan

Chapter 43

In a blink of an eye, Zhao'an has been staying in Daxuan Bicheng for more than a month. Apart from finding the source of the jade pendant, he also has to avoid the spies of Tianxin Pavilion. Ling Yu already knows that if the rescue fails, no matter whether he is looking for Ling Yan or not, he will not let him go. He is outside alone, so he will definitely let him go back first.

When he saw Ling Yan was still alive with his own eyes, his heart was full of noise and noise, so that he ignored the trace of happiness in his heart.Ling Yan suffered such a serious injury at that time, but now it seems that he is not seriously injured. The two people who walked with him also dressed luxuriously and treated him with courtesy.

The three of them walked and stopped on the street, and finally night fell. It was the end of the new year, and Bicheng's annual festival was naturally very lively, and the places they went after the parade started were even more crowded.And Zhao An has been staring at the dark blue back, but there are too many helpless people, he almost lost a few times, but obviously Ling Yan and those two were scattered by the crowd, as if to avoid too much In the crowd, he turned into a dark alley.

Zhao'an's eyes darkened, his thumb lightly rubbed against the dark scabbard, and immediately followed in the direction of the man in blue.

He walked into the alley, clenched the sword in his hand, and wanted to make a move here.The light was very dim, and the man in the blue shirt was standing by the wall with his back to him.

"Why do you still show up? Why do you have anything to do with the Daxuan royal family?" Zhao'an looked at the person whose back was facing him, and slowly drew out his sword with a firm gaze, "For him, you must die."

After saying that, he came forward with his sword in hand, only to see the man in the blue shirt with his back turned around to receive the move, his moves were clever, Zhao An couldn't take advantage of it for a while.In the dim light, Zhao'an vaguely felt that something was wrong, and when his eyes got used to the dark color, he realized that this person was not Ling Yan at all.

He secretly thought something was wrong, and hurriedly wanted to get away, but he was distracted, and the man in blue grabbed the sword and pointed it at his throat.

The person in front of him looked at him expressionlessly, with a hint of arrogance in his expression. Looking at the somewhat familiar silhouette, Zhao An suddenly remembered that this was the person who rescued Ling Yan back then: "It's you?"

"So what if it's me?" The man raised his eyebrows and said, "You are so good at martial arts, but you can follow the wrong target. It shows how eager you are for success, so you lost your sense of proportion."

Zhao'an, who was hit by the rumor, calmed down, and turned his head coldly: "It has nothing to do with you. If you want to kill, kill."

The man suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "I won't kill you, killing you will only bring more trouble."

Zhao'an looked up at him, not believing that he would let her go.

The man continued: "I don't care how much grievances you have with him, you just need to remember that he has already died under your sword on the cliff. There will never be that person again. If you dare to come again, then next time I will show no mercy."

After finishing speaking, he threw the sword on the ground, and then left gracefully.

As soon as he lost the threat, Zhao'an picked up his saber in an instant and was about to stab the man, but he didn't expect that the man had been prepared for a long time, and he dodged the sword nimbly, frowned and said: "I'm looking for death." Zhao'an, the killing intent is complete, no more mercy.

And just at this moment, a pitch-black figure stepped out from the dark alley, the silver mask gleamed coldly under the moonlight, and after accurately catching Zhao'an who had been hit by a palm, he tapped between his feet on the bluestone slab, and jumped over On another roof, disappeared into the vast night.

Zhao'an had severe chest pains and dizziness in his head. Ah Man hugged him and galloped through the night. He wanted to ask Ah Meng why he appeared here. Didn't he already let him go back?He wanted to speak, but spit out a mouthful of blood, which wet the skirt of his clothes.

"You're hurt, don't talk." At this moment, Ah Meng, who had never said a word, spoke up. The familiar voice made Zhao'an froze, "I'll take you back, and I can't let you go wrong."

Zhao'an was in his arms, stunned like a lightning strike.

It's Ji Qing, Ah Mun, who is always by his side, is Ji Qing.

So His Highness... Did you keep Ji Qing by your side all the time?

Does he know what he did?

That's right, he came here to kill Ling Yan, and Ji Qing knew about it.

What's more, the most beautiful and hidden things in Zhao'an's heart were peeped, those who once poured out to those who could not speak, those who were nostalgic, as well as the dirtiest and cruelest part of his heart, those whose hands were stained with... The day of blood, the other side that he thought his Highness would never know.

And all of this, Ji Qing knew.

Will Ji Qing tell His Highness?Will His Highness despise himself?

Now that all his disguises have been exposed, his mind is muddled, but he doesn't know how to defend himself.

Ji Qing took Zhao'an back to Xingnai city non-stop, and immediately put him in the small courtyard and asked Xiang Bingjiao to keep him under strict supervision.

In the study, Ji Qing's tone was calm. He realized that Zhao'an had concealed information about rescuing Ling Yan when he walked halfway, and he failed to catch up with what happened when he turned back. In the alleys of Bicheng, Zhao'an drew his sword to Ling Yan, even though it was not the real Ling Yan.

These things were solved immediately, Zhao'an could have saved Ling Yan, but from the very beginning he went there with murderous intentions.

He knelt down and pleaded guilty to Ling Yu, saying that he had failed Ling Yu's entrustment and failed to protect Zhao'an in those years, so that Zhao'an was still lost in the killing after all.

Ling Yu listened to him in silence, then shook his head and said, "You have worked hard all these years. Qu He...is still waiting for you, you go out first, I want to be alone."

Ji Qing has been by Ling Yu's side for so many years, and he knows his temper well. No matter how painful it is, Ling Yu never says anything to them, never criticizes them, and never complains.

It's just that even Ling Yu himself may not be aware of it, he is used to thinking about decisions silently by himself, he is used to covering all the truth with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and he is used to bearing all the unspeakable things alone.He gave himself a lonely city, trying to arrange for everyone silently, but he forgot the entanglement of people's hearts, and ignored the inadvertent fatigue that grew and spread endlessly.

If this goes on, no one can sustain it.

Ji Qing said firmly: "Your Highness, you have always thought about me and Qu He, what about Your Highness himself? Or Zhao An? Your Highness once advised me that the feelings that have not been responded to are panic after all, and they will act rashly because of anxiety. Qu He is like this, so is Zhao An... He looks arrogant, but in fact, the inferiority and anxiety in his heart have never been less. I know His Highness has been planning the imperial court by himself all these years, and he has endured a lot in silence under many worries, and Xiang Bing and I can't help much. But Zhao'an is different, maybe His Highness should try to trust him more , Many things, he is tenacious, so he may not be able to bear it."

After finishing speaking, he bowed slightly and silently exited the study.

Walking out of the house, Ji Qing looked up at the falling snowflakes, and walked all the way, quiet and pure white, until he reached the end of the corridor, where the flower pavilion that had been repaired long ago had a faint fragrance.He pushed open the door and looked at the woman who was busy inside but was stunned by his appearance, with a faint smile on his face: "I'm back."

Those years that have passed by, he will no longer be like this.

Ji Qing's words seemed to be still echoing in the room. The study had been repaired long ago, and everything was restored and replaced as it was. There was no trace of damage. It was just that Ling Yu's original expression suddenly showed a trace of lethargy, and his eyes were full. The mess is vivid and lingering.