"Son!"
Fan Yang hurriedly rushed into the study. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Wen Heng sitting on a chair with his back to the door. His clothes were half torn, revealing his sturdy white shoulders. Residual ointment. This scene was really indecent, Fan Yang let out a "hey", hurriedly stopped and turned around, caressing his chest and said in horror, "It's a bright day, you guys should restrain yourself!"
Wen Heng slightly pulled up his neckline and said calmly, "If you have to please don't come in, you're going to be called Shangqu. What's the matter?"
Xue Qinglan threw the used cloth towel into the copper basin, took a small white porcelain jar on the desk, dug out the pink ointment inside, carefully spread it on Wen Heng's shoulder, and asked with a smile like anger, "I don't mean Can't anyone else come in in your study?"
Fan Yang waited for Xue Qinglan to wrap and organize Wen Heng's clothes again, then turned around and said worriedly, "When are you still talking jokes here—something has happened!"
"Oh? Let's hear it," Wen Heng said. "What kind of event can scare us, President Fan, like this?"
Fan Yang took a deep breath, a thousand words stuck in his throat and didn't know where to start, but in the end he squeezed out only a short sentence: "Young Master's identity has been exposed."
The power of this sentence is no less than that of rolling thunder falling from the sky. Xue Qinglan and Wen Heng turned their heads at the same time, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
Fan Yang said: "The brother who went out for darts half a month ago just arrived this morning. He said that there has been a mad rumour in all corners of the world recently. The new elder Lin Qiufeng of the Chunjun faction and the 'Yue Chi' who once made a splash at the Sword Conference is actually the only one of His Royal Highness King Qing. Flesh and blood relatives, you said that your physique was weak when you were young, and you couldn’t practice martial arts at all. I don’t know what kind of evil way you practiced, and your martial arts developed by leaps and bounds overnight.” He gritted his teeth and said, “And we went to the palace for a month to steal swords. It was leaked out by someone, rumors said that the young master stole the treasured sword and martial arts secrets collected by Ouchi, and also said that you saved the disciples of various sects to buy fame. In fact, your intentions are sinister, and you plan to use these people to fight against the imperial court and avenge yourself. ."
Xue Qinglan threw the cloth in his hand on the spot, and said furiously, "It must be Feng Baoyi that old dog is playing tricks behind his back, and a basin of dirty water is poured out of thin air. Who is this disgusting?"
Wen Heng tidied his clothes and said while tying his belt: "His intention is not just to ruin his reputation. This trick is a good way to kill people with a knife. Haven't you heard of 'every man is innocent and guilty'? It doesn't matter whether the secret or the sword is It doesn't exist, as long as it sounds real, without him having to do it himself, someone will naturally remove my thorn in his side."
Fan Yang hurriedly said: "But how many people saw the whole story in Xingcheng at that time, do they believe the rumors and leave the son's kindness behind?"
Wen Heng said: "It's hard to say. After all, there are only a few people who have experienced the fierce battle in Xingcheng. No matter how others guess, they can't explain it clearly in a sentence or two. Besides, don't forget what I said in the capital. , the people we rescued from Xingcheng may not all be of one mind. As long as someone provokes a few specious words from it, a very fake will become an eight-point true. In the past few days, Feng Baoyi has already fanned so much, which shows that he The plan is far more than that, this is just the beginning, and the real means are still to come."
Fan Yang said worriedly: "What should I do? According to the young master, isn't this stigma washed away? We have to find a way to explain it."
Before Wen Heng could speak, Xue Qinglan said first: "Why bother talking to those people, kill the Feng Feng first, without this calamity jumping up and down, I don't believe that others can make waves."
Fan Yang has been fighting and killing a lot over the years, and he fully agrees with Xue Qinglan's idea of less nonsense and more hands-on, and he agrees, "That's right, that old man is the enemy of our palace, and now he's provoking his son in front of him. , just to settle the old and new grudges together, and send him to the underground to apologize to the prince and princess."
Wen Heng laughed suddenly, patted the back of Xue Qinglan's hand, and said patiently: "Don't underestimate Feng Baoyi, this man has deep scheming and superb martial arts. The last time he was lucky to get him back, I really want to face-to-face confrontation, I'm not him. His opponent. Moreover, he resides in the palace, and there are many experts in the palace. Even if I go with helpers, I am afraid that I will not be able to retreat. In this way, doesn’t it mean that I have earned my reputation as a traitor and thief?”
There was only a moment, Xue Qinglan was really moved to kill, but since Wen Heng said so, he put his thoughts out, but he was still very angry, his cheeks bulged with anger, like an unhappy cat. Wen Heng looked amused, relying on the cover of the bookcase, he pulled his hand down and held it in his palm, turned his head and said to Fan Yang: "My original identity is not shameful, I can't remain anonymous for the rest of my life, it will be sooner or later to be exposed. It's not a big deal, even if there is a lot of discussion on the rivers and lakes, it can't just make me a wicked person. In addition, let people let go of the wind and say that what I got back is the four-year Chunjun faction. The stolen 'Treasure of the Town', as for the rest, don't say a word."
Fan Yang said: "But this is no different from not clarifying."
"Since Feng Baoyi is in a hurry, it means that he must have a reason to do it. We have to uproot him, and this reason must be his death point." Wen Heng said, "To fish in troubled waters, you can only wait for him to remove the water. It was completely muddled to know which big fish he was going to catch."
Xue Qinglan grabbed his hand heavily, and disapproved: "Brother Heng, you are giving up yourself to trap a wolf. It's too dangerous. What if he holds back badly and is bad for you?"
"I blocked his way, he will definitely be against me," Wen Heng said in a deep voice, "The blood feud is endless, countless people paved the way for me seven years ago, and I was lucky to escape once, this time I will never run away."
Fan Yang sighed deeply: "Young Master—"
Wen Heng said: "According to what I said, tell the brothers in the security bureau to pay more attention to the strangers nearby and be more alert. If I expect it well, there may be uninvited guests coming to the door recently."
Fan Yang took orders and left, and after he left, Xue Qinglan sat halfway on the edge of the desk opposite Wen Heng and did not speak. Although his eyes were still on Wen Heng, he was obviously distracted. After a long while, he gathered his wandering thoughts and slowly said to Wen Heng: "Brother Heng, you want to be with Feng Baoyi forever, but it's not all for revenge, right?"
There was no one in the room to the left or right, so there was no need to avoid it, Wen Heng reached out to Xue Qinglan, stroked his side face gently, and said warmly, "Why do you ask that?"
"You fought for the Chunjun faction in Siyou Mountain, rescued more than 100 young disciples in Xingcheng, and at Gu Chuifang's request, you took care of the Chunjun faction for him. These have nothing to do with revenge, but let you carry them on your back. I've been burdened." He bowed his head following Wen Heng's gesture, like a small animal taking the initiative to put its head into his warm palm, "There are ways to kill Feng Baoyi, but you chose the most difficult one, in fact You want to take this opportunity to find out how the court intends to deal with the major sects, and you want to keep the Central Plains martial arts from Feng Baoyi, right or not?"
"Too high to see me," Wen Heng said, but there was a boundless smile on his eyes and lips, as if gratified, but also with a more gentle meaning, "It is arrogant to save the Central Plains martial arts alone, Even the storytellers in the restaurants outside dare not make up such stories."
"But you seem to have done it last time," Xue Qinglan avoided the injury on his right shoulder, bent down and hugged him gently, "Wen Shaoxia, those people are not related to you, they don't know each other, even Maybe they listen to the rumors and regard you as a villain, are they worth your life for them?"
Wen Heng stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around his thin and slightly bowed back, and replied in a low voice, "If the Chunjun faction hadn't accommodated me, if the Central Plains martial arts hadn't accommodated me, I wouldn't be who I am today, and I'd never be able to meet you."
"So, Qinglan, it's up to people. I don't dare to say that I can change my life against the sky, but I will do my best to keep this place."
He went to the country to leave home, kept his name incognito, and walked through thousands of days and nights with hatred, and he never stopped one day. But the rivers and lakes are not a quagmire that he has to get out of in his entire life. Under the graceful demeanor of the king and grandson, he has long since been tempered by mottled blood and tears and thousands of miles of wind and frost.
Xue Qinglan was moved for a moment, and she choked "um" in her throat. Wen Heng turned his head to the side, stared at him with nostalgia, and silently filled out the second half of what he didn't say in his heart—
"If there is a future to look forward to, I still have to fight with you in the rivers and lakes, wander the world, and kill the years of this life."
The author has something to say: I am in a hurry due to the sudden outbreak of the epidemic in Beijing, and I have to write as much as possible next week.