Liang Yanbei hugged him very tightly, as if he wanted to rub Wen Chan into his body, it was extremely aggressive and robbed Wen Chan of all his breath.
Kiss is bitter, but also sweet.
Wen Chan's previous delusion has become a reality. He never feels that he is unlucky. Whether it is Liang Yanbei or this rebirth, it is a gift from fate.
No one can personally experience the joy in his heart this time.
It was like a raging black sea with no end in sight, Wen Chan struggled to cut a small boat, knowing that the ray of dawn would never appear, but he kept looking forward to it, even bent his waist and bowed his head, begging attitude.
Unexpectedly, this ray of dawn shone on him.
In the thousands of worlds, the person he had been thinking about and dreaming of, finally came to him and stretched out his arms to hug him.
He closed his eyes and shed the last tear in this pain.
Just as he was engrossed, there was a soft sound in his ear, followed by a gust of cold air rushing into his body, he stretched out his hand to touch it, only to realize that the first two buttons of his clothes had been torn by Liang Yanbei.
Wen Chan pushed his head back, his voice was a little hoarse, and he asked in doubt, "What are you tearing my clothes for?"
Liang Yanbei looked up at him, his eyes darkened, although he didn't answer, but his hands slipped into his clothes and slowly started to walk.
Wen Chan pressed his hand and looked at him, as if they were silently confronting each other.
Liang Yanbei below was still defeated, sighed regretfully, and whispered to Wen Chan, "Then kiss me."
Wen Chan bent his eyes and smiled, held his head and gave him a big kiss.
This kiss took another while.
In the end, Liang Yanbei washed and stayed in Xiyang Palace, lay on the bed and hugged Wen Chan and refused to let go, wrapped him up and wrapped him in his arms.
With Wen Chan pillowed on his arm, he slept surprisingly soundly.
When this side is still lingering, the northern district of the capital is like a purgatory.
The night was thick and the wind was biting.
The black-robed man held a black iron scimitar in his hand, the blade was glowing with coldness, and the wind blew his robe rattling, the pair of handsome eyes under the mask were full of ruthlessness and murderous intent, the pupils were originally as black as ink. There was a trace of blood red floating on it.
He stood on a tree branch, looked down at the houses surrounded by wooden fences, and then jumped up, like a ghostly figure gliding through the air, and squatted lightly on the ground without making a sound.
The yamen servants patrolled and guarded back and forth, the only light was supported by the weak torches, and there were occasional whispers of conversation, but no one noticed that the man in black jumped into the wooden fence in the dark.
All the people were asleep, and the man in black didn't make a sound when he rolled in the window, just like a cat born in the dark, without making a sound.
He walked to the bed and looked at the couple embracing each other on the bed. The two were sleeping soundly, completely unaware of the existence of the man in black.
He stood and watched for a while, his eyes without a trace of emotion drooped, and then he raised the scimitar. Almost in an instant, he cut the necks of the husband and wife, and the blood flowed out wantonly. gas.
The man in black didn't stop, and turned to the next one very quickly.
He visited every household in the wooden fence, and turned into a Rakshasa in such a deep night. He was a life with a knife in his hand, and he was not soft at all. Sleep in a dream and never wake up again.
And the yamen servants who didn't know it were still changing shifts and patrolling.
When the sky was bright on the second day, the servants still did not see any civilians coming out. When they went in to check, they found a shocking scene and spread the news with screams.
In just one morning, the news that all the people in the northern district had been murdered spread throughout the capital, and Xie Chengran and Xie Zhaoxue were summoned into the palace.
Everyone knew that Xie Zhaoxue had surrounded the people in the North District, and instantly pushed him to the forefront of the storm, and even the fact that Wen Chan had been to the North District was also spread, so the terrible rumors spread at a frightening speed. spread.
The notoriety of His Highness the Ninth Prince has spread far and wide, and for doing this kind of thing this time, he naturally became the target of public criticism, and all kinds of opinions made Wen Chan a bad one.
After Wen Chan woke up from his sleep, he had changed from a dissolute and rude prince to a reincarnation of a murderous demon.
After Wen Chan listened to Ah Fu's words, his face was dull, and he didn't have time to pay attention to his own reputation. He thought very quickly who had done such a cruel thing to those people.
Not a single man, woman, or child was left behind, no matter whether they were sick or healthy, no one could escape the vicious sharp blade, and all of them were buried.
The first thing Wen Chan thought of was the man in black. He killed a group of fleeing people yesterday, and told Wen Chan that they should all be killed.
Thinking about it this way, he must have done it.
His goal, like Xie Zhaoxue's, was to prevent the spread of the disease, but he used the most extreme method to erase all the sources of the disease.
The man in black didn't hesitate, and he didn't have any worries. He just wanted to kill people with a knife, and he didn't think too much about it, even whether some people were innocent or not.
It was extremely heartless, but it was also foolproof.
Seeing that he was lost in thought, Liang Yanbei rubbed his face against his neck, and asked in a low voice, "What is your Highness thinking?"
Wen Chan didn't refuse, but raised his hand to let Ah Fu back out, took his hand behind his back and said, "I don't know which side that black-robed man is on?"
Liang Yanbei tilted his head and rested on his shoulder, wishing to hang on Wen Chan's body, limp as if he had lost his bones, and blowing in his ear, "Obviously not on the opposite side."
"Indeed." Wen Chan said, "I thought about it, if he was from Zhong Guoyi's side, he would definitely kill me the first time we met, but he prevented me from opening that prison door, if there was a real person inside that door He's shutting something terrible, he's protecting me."
Liang Yanbei said, "Yesterday he said that those people were not sick, but possessed by demons. If what he said was true, then those people would have no cure, and they would even become something we don't even know about. He came out to endanger other people in the capital, and killing those people is equivalent to protecting the people in the capital."
Wen Chan straightened up, turned his head to look at Liang Yanbei, "Do you think he is a good guy or a bad guy?"
He smiled and said, "It's neither a good guy nor a bad guy."
Wen Chan asked what your answer was, and then laughed, "I'm getting more and more curious about who this person is."
"Don't be curious." Liang Yanbei pinched his chin and shook it. "If you are curious about him, you will always think about him. How can you have time to think about me?"
"You are in front of me now, what do I want you to do?" Wen Chan wondered.
"I can't always be with His Highness." Liang Yanbei muttered, and then said, "Anyway, don't be curious about him, you should be more curious about me."
Wen Chan said, "I know enough about you. You live in Jinling and are the son of the Liang family. Later, you came to the capital, became a general, married Situ Zhoulan and gave birth to a son..."
"Stop." Liang Yanbei immediately covered his mouth, "Your Highness can't arrange me at will just because I don't want to be angry with you."
Wen Chan grinned, "It's getting late, you pack up and get ready to leave the palace."
As soon as he heard about going out of the palace, Liang Yanbei was stupefied for a moment, hugged Wen Chan and rubbed it for a long time, and after being urged many times, he reluctantly left the palace.
Wen Chan is also quite reluctant, he always misses more when he has nothing to do, the previous thoughts are all mixed with bitterness.
While thinking, he grinds the ink and picks up the brush, and draws the outline of Liang Yanbei on the paper. After the feeling of longing, he stops writing, and then burns all the drawn things, so as to relieve the lovesickness.
But now that the relationship between the two is close, this sweeter-than-honey resemblance is even more tormenting. The more I think about it, the more I wish I could fly to him immediately and throw myself into his arms.
Because now Wen Chan knows that no matter when he comes to Liang Yanbei, Liang Yanbei will stretch out his arms to hug him, this heart full of admiration will never be cruelly pressed and suppressed by Wen Chan again.
Fearing that he could not control his impulsiveness, Wen Chan hurriedly found something to do for himself, so he would not be idle.
He asked Ah Fu to find good wood, and planned to make a piccolo for Liang Yanbei himself.
In his previous life, he liked to listen to Liang Yanbei's flute the most, and he won that honor—afterwards, Liang Yanbei only played the flute to him.
After the capital was changed, few people knew that Liang Yanbei could play the flute, even his own son Liang Shaojing knew about it by accident, Wen Chan felt very happy because of this.
He is not good at many things, and making flutes is one of them. In his previous life, every time Liang Yanbei celebrates his birthday, Wen Chan would make flutes with his own hands and give them to him every year. , Wen Chan's flute has never been given away again, although it is still repeated every year, but after finishing it, he hides it.
Some time ago, Liang Yanbei celebrated his birthday on May Island, and Wen Chan got up many days early to pick wood and make piccolos. He had to leave the island again in a few days, and he didn't have a chance to search carefully.
Wen Chan wanted to make another supplement for Liang Yanbei.
In the next few days, he shrank in Xiyang Palace and devoted himself to making flutes. When Liang Yan came from the north, he hid the things and planned to show him after finishing.
The rumors in the capital became more and more intense, and there was no tendency to subside at all. There were more and more memorials for participating in Wenchan, and they were piled up on the emperor's desk.
Xie Zhaoxue was also supported by Xie Shengran, plus he usually had a very good reputation, and those who expressed understanding of what he did overwhelmed those who spurned him and suppressed those malicious smears, so his pressure was not that great .
But he was still investigating very seriously. At this time, Zhong Wenjin felt distressed when he saw that he was so busy all day long that he never touched the ground, and he would comfort him every night.
As the twelfth lunar month enters the last ten days of the month, there will be more heavy snowfall. A heavy snowfall lasts for two or three days, dyeing the entire capital city in a pure white color.
Wen Chan's flute was almost finished, Zhong Wenjin suddenly handed in a letter at this moment.
The moment Wen Chan received the letter, an ominous premonition surged in Wen Chan's heart. Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible for Zhong Wenjin to deliver the letter to him. Both of them are in the capital, so they can meet up and talk face to face if there is anything to do. , unless he encountered some difficult things, he could not turn to Xie Zhaoxue for help, nor could he come to meet Wen Chan in person, so he could only convey it by letter.
Wen Chan hurriedly opened the letter, and the contents of the letter confirmed his conjecture.
There was a paragraph of scribbled words on the white paper, which was obviously written by Zhong Wenjin in a hurry.
"Xie Shangyanxiang Temple has not returned for two days, I am not in a hurry to find it first, if I do not return, I will ask His Highness to go up the mountain to save people after two days."