Fang Tinglan shook his head: "I didn't lie to you."
"Ha." Hailian smiled lightly, "You didn't lie to me, there is indeed a gold ship outside, and there is indeed a boy named Ding Leshui here, but you didn't come here for these things."
He is not a fool, but he is always played around by the person in front of him. It is this person's forte to avoid important matters and take care of people's hearts. He should have thought about how a descendant of the old ministry could make Duke Hai of Nanhong Zhen condescend to come to Luoxie Island, but he still chose to believe it again.
"What on earth were you going to do?"
"Come talk to Mo Yiren about something."
"That Ding Leshui he..."
"It's just a little extra in the transaction." Fang Tinglan took a deep breath and said, "Don't be angry, I have something to-"
Before Fang Tinglan could finish his sentence, Hai Lian rushed towards him and grabbed his collar. The man was pushed back by him without any resistance, and his back hit the wooden wall, which was not stable at all. The house is also shaken.
"Fang Tinglan, you tricked me, my brother, and this bunch of people on the island into making such a big fuss to help you complete your career, and now you still have the face to tell me not to get angry? !"
The coldness in the pupils of the young man in front of him was like sharp sharp blades, almost nailing thousands of blood holes in his body. Fang Tinglan seemed to be unable to bear to look straight any longer and wanted to look away, but the hand on his chest pressed harder, forcing him not to turn his head, more like trying to cut his heart out, to see if there was anything in the flesh. There is still half sincerity.
"If I tell the real purpose, will you agree to give me a ride?"
"I'll just throw you into the ocean."
"So this is a dead end, Hailian." Fang Tinglan's throat was dry, "I didn't intend to lie to you, I planned to finish the whole thing secretly from beginning to end." When the lines were read a hundred times, they were pale and weak, not as gentle and gentle as he expected, "I didn't expect you to come, but this is the end, and I'm trying my best to win with you..."
Hailian's mind was buzzing, the thin lips of the man in front of him opened and closed, but he couldn't hear a single word clearly. It's like four years ago that the other party could admit without changing his face that he was a part of his plan from the beginning, and at the same time reach out to him and ask him if he would go back to Dongzhou with him. Now that four years have passed, he finds that he still cannot understand what this person is thinking.
Win-win
What did I win
The wreck? A night of Spring Festival? That hug on the cliff
Hai Lian stared blankly at this familiar yet unfamiliar man, the knuckles of the hand holding the collar turned white, the wound was opened due to too much force, and a faint red came out from the bandage.
Fang Tinglan's eyes were stung by the blood, and he raised his hand falsely, but he didn't dare to touch the other's wound, "Hai Lian," the matter has come to a dead end, and he still wants to emphasize it word by word, " I know you didn't listen to my explanation, but I still hope that you can advise your monarch to make Tisu stop making friends with Beihong."
"Why?"
The man lowered his eyes: "Because I like you."
"That's what you said four years ago."
Fang Tinglan stopped talking.
"This is what you like, Fang Tinglan."
"You've always been like this, you've always used me frankly while saying you like it, talking about protection and other bullshit." Hailian choked out a piercing sneer, "You've always been...so proud and conceited I'm disgusted."
The gold transport ship that lost its frigate had surrendered long ago, and a white flag was erected alone on the sea. The pirates laughed and ransacked the manor. Wish, all win.
"I'm different from you, Fang Tinglan. Back then, I didn't kill you because you blocked a shot for me; now I also don't kill you because you saved my life from the cliff just now." will kill you."
Hai Lian in the command room finally let go of Fang Tinglan's collar, and he took a step back, "It's just Master Fang, I beg you." He took out the red note from his pocket, and held it in front of him. Tear in two. The red note landed together with his last words.
"Don't appear in front of me again."
Taita on the pier took the captives and children into the boat, and suddenly found that his captain was still in the command room. Just as he was about to come to find someone, he found that Hai Lian was walking towards the Heishan, and he rushed to meet him: " Although the Moyi people have surrendered, but there are forts here after all, I don't think they can be placed here, I plan to throw them on the Shaya Island next to the Metallic Cape, and let them go wherever they want... "
"You can arrange it."
"Okay. That's right," Taita looked at Hailian's side, "Where is Lord Zhenhai, won't you come on board with us?"
"He's dead." Hailian replied bluntly.
The first officer was startled, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the command room. Through the night, he saw a tall figure standing at the door.
Isn't this still alive
The man swallowed his saliva, and then glanced at the captain beside him. He shrank his neck and decided that it would be better not to ask anything.
13.
Fang Tinglan knew that now was not the time to be impulsive, his little pirate could do whatever he wanted impulsively, but he couldn't.
The useless commander who has become a cold corpse tremblingly told him half an hour ago that Bei Hong was planning to jointly block the Tianzhu Strait with Mo Yi. This news is actually irrelevant to Nan Hong, but it is extremely fatal to Ti Su—just furious Hai Lian under him couldn't listen at all.
The man froze on the spot motionless, but his mind was spinning non-stop. I am very relieved that Ding Leshui is with the child, but I have to let go of the matter of inquiring about Hanyinling. I think he will have to pay him another gold ship to calm down; A little storm can calm down quickly; maybe you can take the opportunity to contact the informant in the southern border again and ask them to put two more people on the side of Chuizhiting and Simona. I can't even inquire about the major events of the closure of Hong Kong...
Yes, he should rush out now, think of any excuses, no matter to fool anyone, he has to leave here and rush back to Dongzhou, there are still a lot of things waiting for his Zhenhai Lord to deal with.
But the broken red paper on the ground pierced his eyes impartially, and he couldn't take his eyes off it no matter what.
I am hypocritical, he is naive.
Even if such a thing is written to him, he probably won't understand anything. The man closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and finally walked around the pool of blood that had dried up, and picked up the shredded paper.
The paper is a mandarin duck concentric letter made by someone from Taiyan, which was also used by his parents back then. The ink characters he originally wrote on it could not be read clearly in the dim night, so he had to put them under the lampstand to put them together. When the candlelight shone on it, Fang Tinglan's pupils shrank suddenly, like It was as if he had been punched head-on, dizzy, and his breathing stopped instantly.
At this time, it is clear that besides half of what he wrote, there is another line of words on the red paper.
Shang Hai Liantian made Qian Xinggeng at the age of twenty-one and was born on the twelfth day of Jiayue.
Fang Tinglan clearly remembered that although Hailian was from Dongzhou, he didn't know Dongzhou characters. It is probably the first writing, but also copying, Hailian's handwriting is completely different from his own, and he stutters like a child who is new to learning, but the ink marks are so hard that they almost penetrate the back of the paper, and every stroke is extremely serious. Fang Tinglan gritted his teeth and read this short line over and over again. He didn't swing the lampstand down until he saw rusty-sweet blood gushing out of his throat.
The copper lamp smashed to the ground with a bang, whale oil was sprinkled on the corpse's clothes, and the bright flame just flickered before being crushed out by him forcefully. The sound of anchors clanging in the distance, and the sound of sea rhinoceros horns echoing and circling on the deserted Rochet Island, Fang Tinglan faced the mess of the place and found himself feeling regretful for the first time.