Duan Ling was unavoidable, and there were lanterns hanging on the wall in the alley, shining on his face.
Lang Junxia looked at Duan Ling, his eyes were extremely complicated, and Duan Ling had no time to think about the emotions that were revealed.
The two stood face to face like stone sculptures, as if thousands of years had passed, but it seemed like a brief moment.
"What's the matter?" Wu Du broke the silence.
"I saw the carriage of the Xiangfu just now." Lang Junxia said, "I can't really see it, but it must be someone from the residence. Your Highness specially asked me to turn back and remind you that if someone asks you tomorrow, there is no need to hide it, and answer the original. He can."
"I know." Wu Du said.
Lang Junxia looked at Duan Ling, and seemed to want to speak, but finally held back, Wu Du nodded, and the carriage left in front of them and walked away.
"He still saw you." Wu Du said.
"Choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun." Duan Ling replied.
This day finally came. It came so suddenly that he was caught off guard. Duan Ling was far from ready, but everything was fate, and Duan Ling was no longer afraid.
It's you who should be afraid, Duan Ling thought, just wait, as long as I don't die, you will be restless day and night.
A dull thunder resounded through the sky, and the downpour came as soon as it was said. Duan Ling and Wu Du were soaked and soaked, and they ran to the house like chickens in soup. They stepped on the water along the way. "What did you say?!"
Wu Dusheng was afraid that Duan Ling would soil his new robe, so he immediately picked him up and rushed to the hospital.
The lights were on, and the room was warm. Duan Ling looked at the torrential rain outside, as if he had returned to a stable city. There were only two people in this country, he and Wu Du, but as long as he stayed here, no one could hurt him.
Lang Junxia knew that he was still alive, but he never dared to say it, otherwise he and the false prince who was holding up with one hand would both die miserably. With Da Chen's law, at least it was a lingering delay.
The only way is to assassinate himself in private, but it is impossible for anyone to blatantly go to the Prime Minister's mansion to assassinate. Duan Ling has only realized until now that his father's martial arts skills were simply unparalleled in the world. Just talking about saving Batu and Qi Chi that night, entering and leaving the heavily guarded mansion felt like a realm of no one.
Lang Junxia couldn't do it, not to mention that he couldn't go out of the palace often, but from now on, he must ensure that he must always be by Wu Du's side and never leave him.
Lang Junxia wouldn't take it lightly, otherwise once Mu Kuangda was alerted, more troubles would be involved - what would cause the prince's valet to kill a little-known boy for no reason? There must be something odd about it. Once suspicion is aroused, the result is fatal.
Duan Ling can't say that, after all, he still doesn't know whether Mu Kuangda is a friend or an enemy. Judging from the current situation, there are many enemies and few friends.
Sometimes he felt helpless and funny at the same time, but in the end, he reached a balance in this way. Both sides are like walking on a tightrope between the mountains and mountains, and they will be shattered if they are not careful.
He couldn't help but look at Wu Du, thinking to find a way, how to be by his side all the time and not be separated from him.
As soon as Wu Du came back, he took a few quick strokes, changed into a pair of dry trousers, bare his thin shoulders, pulled the drawers one by one, and dispensed medicines to ward off the cold. He threw a few pieces of dried ginger into the pot, and then put some brown sugar. After rummaging, there was still sweet-scented osmanthus. Duan Ling looked at him intently. Wu Du turned his head to glance at Duan Ling. A little unnatural.
"What are you looking at?" Wu Du said, "So obsessed."
Duan Ling couldn't help laughing and laughing. Wu Du didn't say it. Duan Ling didn't expect it. Instead, he felt that Wu Du's body was really good-looking, like a leopard.
"In case someone kills me..." Duan Ling said.
Wu Du: "?"
Wu Du seemed to have heard the Arabian Nights, put the lid on the pot, came over and tried the forehead of Xia Duan Ling with the back of his hand, but Duan Ling slapped it away.
"I suspect that person is going to kill me." Duan Ling said, "Have you noticed the way he looked at me today? After all, I, I know too much today."
"Wuluohou Mu can only move you when he has to hold on to it." Wu Du said impatiently, "He dare not come to provoke Lao Tzu."
Duan Ling said tentatively, "I said what if?"
Wu Du looked at Duan Ling strangely and said, "There is no case, even if he wants to kill you, as long as I take a step into this yard, I will be able to detect it. Besides, I see you with me, so I will naturally regard you as mine. Man, what did you kill for?"
Duan Ling said, "But the rain outside was so heavy that it drowned out the sound of footsteps."
"Have you finished yet?" Wu Du said.
Duan Ling had to stop talking. Wu Du felt that Duan Ling was not normal today. After boiling the ginger soup, let Duan Ling drink it quickly. After drinking it, go to bed, and don't grind it. Duan Ling asked: "I Can I sleep with you?"
Wu Du: "What do you mean?"
Duan Ling said, "I mean, sleep in a small spot under your bed."
Wu Du said, "Be careful if I get out of bed in the middle of the night to drink water, I will trample you to death."
Duan Ling had to stop talking.
After drinking the ginger soup, Wu Du put the bowl aside, and saw Duan Ling moving his floor to the bed, he immediately looked puzzled.
"What do you want to do?" Wu Du asked again.
Duan Ling almost turned his heart away and told Wu Du the truth, but he was afraid that he would not believe it. Even if he believed it, it was still a question whether he would sell himself again, although he thought Wu Du would not.
Of course, he once thought that Lang Junxia would not.
"I'm afraid of that person who jumped in from the window and killed me." Duan Ling pointed to the window next to the corner.
Wu Du: "..."
Wu Du said: "Marquis Wuluo, Zheng Yan, and Lord Changliu, no one dares to break into my room without my nodding. Anyone who can come in and touch you, I will immediately put the head on my neck. send."
Duan Ling looked at Wu Du's eyes and said, "But you're going to sleep soon."
Wu Du said impatiently, "I'm going to sleep, not dead!"
Duan Ling: "..."
Wu Du felt that Duan Ling was simply inexplicable. When he came out of the Qunfang Pavilion, something went wrong. It was normal for a while, and he was suspicious, fearing that someone would kill him.
"Can you feel the movement around you when you sleep?" Duan Ling asked.
Wu Du stared at Duan Ling and asked, "I'll make you a soothing soup, are you crazy?"
Duan Ling hurriedly waved his hand and lay down. Wu Du flicked his fingers and the strong wind turned off the lights. Although he despised Duan Ling, he did not order Duan Ling to remove the floor bunk beside his bed, so he fell asleep.
Duan Ling slept for a while, heard Wu Du breathing evenly, and fell asleep.
The wind and rain outside became a little less.
Can Wu Du really feel the movement around him? Duan Ling got up cautiously, but Wu Du didn't react at all. Immediately afterwards, Duan Ling suddenly cut his palm to Wu Du's neck, but Wu Du's movements were faster than his. Pinch Duan Ling's throat.
Duan Ling: "..."
"You are sick!" Wu Du said angrily.
"Okay." Duan Ling said hurriedly, "I fell asleep."
Wu Du stood up one by one, grabbed Duan Ling, made him sit on his bed, and asked strangely, "What the hell happened today?"
Duan Ling said, "I just think I've heard too many things today that I shouldn't hear... I'm afraid I'll be silenced by someone called Wu or something..."
"Impossible." Wu Du simply lost his temper, and repeatedly emphasized to him that it was impossible.
Duan Ling nodded hurriedly. Wu Du found that Duan Ling was really worried, and saw his serious eyes. Wu Du tried every means, but found that he could not dispel his doubts. After thinking and thinking, he changed his direction and no longer emphasized The fact that Wuluohoumu would not kill him instead said: "You don't believe in my kung fu
Duan Ling replied: "Trust."
Wu Du pondered for a moment, then said, "Aren't you afraid of death? When did you cherish your life so much?"
Duan Ling suddenly felt a little strange, isn't he not afraid of death? Why are you so scared now
"I wasn't afraid of death before." Duan Ling thought about it for a while, and said seriously, "It's because I think I'm the only one in the world, but now I'm afraid of death because... um, I think there's still a lot going on in life."
Wu Du: "What's going on?"
Duan Ling looked at Wu Du and suddenly felt amused. He turned his head and lay down on the ground under Wu Du's bed, and fell asleep.
Wu Du suddenly stopped talking, and looked at Duan Ling with his head. Duan Ling curled up on the ground and did not speak to Wu Du again.
"Hello." Wu Du said.
"Huh?" Duan Ling said.
Wu Du didn't say anything, he took a deep breath and lay down on the bed. The two were silent for a while, while Duan Ling was in a trance. .
"Then remember it for me." Wu Du said, "I saved your life, and no one can take it except me."
There was a smile on Duan Ling's mouth, and it was strange that he fell asleep quickly.
The night was stormy and rainy, Lang Junxia walked through the corridor outside the East Palace as if he had been fished out of the water, went back to change his clothes, took off the Buddha beads in his hand, and looked down at the bloodstains on the beads.
"Master Wuluohou, Your Highness has a request." The maid whispered.
"Have you not slept yet?" Lang Junxia asked.
The maid led the way at the front light, and there was thunder outside.
Cai Yan and Yi leaned against the head of the bed, looking at Lang Junxia who came in.
"Why did you go for so long?" Cai Yan asked.
Lang Junxia thought for a while and replied, "I remembered some past events, so I watched the rain for a while."
Cai Yan asked again, "How do you say it?"
"As instructed." Lang Junxia was a little absent-minded as he held the string of Buddha beads. Cai Yan found that something was wrong with him tonight, and frowned, "What?"
Lang Junxia: "?"
Lang Junxia raised his eyebrows and looked at Cai Yan, who said, "Have you seen Mu Kuangda?"
"No." Lang Junxia replied, "On the road there is only Wu Du."
Cai Yan nodded and didn't say any more. On the case was a book about relocating the capital, and there was a red letter of approval on it.
"After the capital move is approved, you are leaving." Cai Yan said.
Lang Junxia twisted the beads with his fingers and pushed one.
"Suddenly remembered that this matter is not over." Lang Junxia replied, "So I won't leave for now."
Cai Yan was very surprised. Hearing this answer, his brows finally loosened a little, and his face returned to anger. He nodded and said, "Very good... very good."
Lang Junxia said, "It's late at night, go to bed early, Your Highness."
After saying that, he turned around and left without salute, Cai Yan said to himself: "Very good, finally don't leave."