Ah Fu pushed open the palace door in a panic, and strode over, "Your Highness!"
Seeing him, Wen Chan hurriedly got off the bed, "Did you have a vigil in front of my palace yesterday?"
"Yes." Ah Fu looked confused, but he still replied, "One person in the first half of the night and one person in the second half of the night. Every night is well arranged."
"Then why did I call for someone last night but no one answered?"
"This..." Ah Fu was stunned for a while, thought for a while, and suddenly his face changed, "Your Highness, it is strange to say that the thunder was clearly ringing last night, but the slave slept very deeply, and almost woke up this morning. It's late."
"Is it just you, or is everyone in the palace like this?" Wen Chan frowned.
"I don't know." Ah Fu saw his complexion, and asked cautiously, "But the slave who kept watch last night was lazy?"
Wen Chan shook his head, stepped back, pointed to the bed and said, "The assassins came to the hall last night and wanted to kill me, but no matter what I called, no one in the hall responded. In desperation, I had to run out of the Xi'an Yang Palace."
When Ah Fu saw the knife cut on the bed, he knelt down on the ground in fright, "Your servant deserves death, and I hope His Highness will punish you!"
"Don't be in a hurry to apologize." Wen Chan said, "I thought that all the palace servants in the palace were killed by the assassin, but now it seems that you must have been intoxicated by some kind of drug, which made you fall into a coma."
"Is Your Highness injured?!" Ah Fu asked anxiously.
Wen Chan suddenly recalled Liang Yanbei, who was dressed in white over snow last night, lost his mind for a moment, those beautiful eyes flashed in his memory, and his left shoulder suddenly felt severe pain, causing his face to be distorted.
"Your Highness!" Ah Fu screamed.
Wen Chan only felt that the pain in his left shoulder was getting stronger and stronger. He staggered two steps and sat on the bed, and hurriedly opened the front of his clothes, and suddenly found that his shoulder, which was clearly intact just now, was now wrapped in circles of white gauze.
Blood spread through the gauze, where the unbearable pain came from.
Wen Chan was dumbfounded, when did this wound appear
Looking back, he was indeed stabbed by the assassin last night, but when he woke up this morning, he checked the wound for the first time, and it didn't exist at all.
Including this pain is also sudden, and it only appeared after mentioning Liang Yanbei.
Wen Chan frowned, lost in thought, with doubts and disbelief on his face.
Seeing the wound, Ah Fu was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were splitting. "Bang bang bang" first kowtowed three times, "Damn the slave! Damn the slave!"
"Don't panic!" Wen Chan said with a dignified expression, "Ah Fu, now I'm entrusting you with three things. Listen carefully."
Ah Fu looked up at him with teary eyes.
"First, first go to the imperial hospital to invite the imperial physician, and at the same time send someone to report to the emperor to release the news that I was seriously injured by the assassin."
"Second, find out the remnants of last night's dinner in the hall, and show the remnants to the imperial physician when he arrives. Remember not to let other people in the hall know."
"Thirdly, call all the hidden guards who stayed outside the hall last night to see me. If no one can be found, go to Sixing Hall and lead people to find their bodies."
Ah Fu's face froze, "Your Highness, you mean..."
"If it's not as I expected, those hidden guards may be more or less ominous." Wen Chan closed the skirt of his clothes, "Put the story of my assassination in the capital to publicize it, and then close the door to thank guests. No one is allowed to come in. .”
"include… "
Ah Fu was seriously remembering what he said just now, when he heard the hesitant words, he raised his head in doubt, and saw his complex expression, "Including Liang Yanbei."
"Your servant remembers it!" Ah Fu kowtowed again and hurriedly got up, "Your Highness, lie down and rest, slaver will invite the imperial physician first."
Wen Chan responded, and endured it, but he couldn't hold back the pain in his shoulder, and gasped.
After Ah Fu finished speaking, he ran out of the palace door quickly, Wen Chan sat on the couch by himself, and untied the tied white gauze circle by circle, revealing the hideous wound.
The wound had been sprayed with medicine, and the blood had clotted and was a little black.
The appearance of this wound was so strange that Wen Chan was a little scared.
The assassination of the Ninth Prince spread throughout the entire capital in just one day.
It was rumored that the Ninth Prince was seriously injured in bed, suffocated by the imperial doctor's medicine, and his consciousness was still in a coma. The emperor was furious because of this incident, and ordered a thorough investigation of the assassin, sealing half of the palace.
Later, there were rumors that the Ninth Prince encountered an assassin who was in danger, and grabbed the assassin's blade with his backhand and killed him, only to narrowly escape.
All in all, it was buzzing.
As the central figure of the rumor, Wen Chan was sitting in his bedroom, staring at the parrot in the cage, "Say, who the hell are you?"
The parrot didn't respond at all, it just stood there blankly, moving its head from time to time.
"Don't pretend, I know you're not an ordinary bird, it's just the two of us here, I'll give you a chance to confess." He continued.
Now the bird didn't even move, as if it had become a statue.
"Very good." Wen Chan sneered, "Don't think I can do anything to you just because you're pretending to be stupid, be careful I'll ask someone to burn your hair and drink the stew!"
Wen Chan was busy threatening menacingly, when he heard a slight noise from the window, he looked for his reputation, and saw that the originally closed window was suddenly opened.
Wen Chan, who had just experienced the assassination, was like a frightened bird at this moment. He suddenly stood up and stared at the window.
The next moment, a man in a black robe came in from the window and landed on the ground steadily and lightly. Wen Chan opened his mouth in shock, wanting to shout for someone.
However, after taking a closer look, he found that the person who came was not an assassin, but Liang Yanbei.
He stood up and closed the window lightly, his black eyes rolled around the hall and stopped on Wen Chan's face, "Your Highness, who were you talking to just now?"
The moment Wen Chan saw him, his breathing became short of breath. First he took a closer look at him, and seeing that he was no different from usual, he said, "You... how did you come in through the window?"
"It's not that you shut the door and see no one, that's why I came up with this bad plan." Liang Yanbei didn't see the outside, untied the black cloak as he walked, casually put it on the table, glanced at the parrot, and smiled, " You're not going to talk to the bird again, are you?"
"You still dare to trespass on Xiyang Palace?!" Wen Chan said in surprise.
Now is the time to search for assassins, and Liang Yanbei even dared to sneak in. If he was caught, it would be a serious crime.
"Go back quickly!" Wen Chan said fiercely.
Liang Yanbei pouted aggrievedly, "Your Highness, I was worried about the injury on your shoulder, so I escaped the guards."
Wen Chan pondered for a moment, and asked tentatively, "How do you know that my shoulder is injured?"
Liang Yanbei gave him a weird look, "Your Highness, are you joking? I saved you last night, and carried you all the way back to the bedroom, and treated your wounds simply."
Wen Chan was stunned, "Do you remember?"
"Of course I remember." Liang Yanbei took out a few small porcelain bottles from his sleeve, "I brought the medicine from Situ's family, which is very effective. Your Highness, please take off the gauze, and I will apply the medicine to you."
He watched Liang Yanbei open the porcelain bottles one by one, and couldn't help but take two steps back. The pair of golden eyes from last night appeared in his mind, he took a breath, and summoned up the courage to ask, "Liang Yanbei, are you transformed by a monster?" Bar?"
Liang Yanbei raised his head in surprise when he heard this, he couldn't laugh or cry, "Your Highness, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm asking seriously." Wen Chan argued.
"Oh, I see." Liang Yanbei thought about it carefully, and said with a smile, "Just because I kissed you last night, you suspect that I was transformed by a monster?"
Wen Chan's hands trembled in shock, he didn't expect him to speak so bluntly, such outrageous words could be said lightly, he was dumbfounded for a moment, "You..."
Liang Yanbei walked towards him, "Are you scared?"
"Ridiculous!" Wen Chan breathed out angrily, trying to calm down, "Do you know what you're talking about?!"
"I know." Liang Yanbei approached step by step, "I like Your Highness very much. I liked it the first time we met. It's a feeling that comes from my heart, and I can't control it."
"Maybe your liking is just the illusion that you feel that you have known me before. It's not what you said. You should calm down." Wen Chan watched him approaching, and backed away involuntarily.
In the previous life, Liang Yanbei once said personally that he likes him because he wants to have a good time with wine, and he likes Situ Zhoulan because he wants to marry into the family.
Wen Chan has already suffered once, and he will definitely not suffer again.
"It seems that Your Highness still has a lot of research on these things, so you can give me an answer." Liang Yanbei said, "Every time I see you, I always want to hug you, and when I get close to you, I always want to kiss you. Staring at you all the time, seeing you chatting and laughing with others, I always want to know what you are talking about, why you are smiling so happily... "
Every time Wen Chan heard a sentence, his heart beat faster, until he kicked the chair with his back foot, he could not retreat, so he sat down and stared at Liang Yanbei with his head up, unable to move his eyes away.
"You are usually indifferent, and you can deal with everyone calmly, but you are extremely wary of me. The more you reject me, the more I want to get close to you, but the closer I get to you, the more likable you are. When I came back to my senses, I was too deep, and I only had you in my eyes."
"Your Highness." Liang Yanbei leaned down and said in a low voice, "You said I like it, which one is it?"
Wen Chan looked at him helplessly.
Shu Er recalled that after Liang Yanbei returned to the capital from Jinling in his previous life, he hurried to the palace, knelt down in front of him, and said loudly, "Your Majesty, I beg you to marry the daughter of the Situ family in Jinling, and I hope Your Majesty will grant you a marriage."
At that time, Wen Chan was still rejoicing at his return, but he was struck by the thunderbolt from the blue sky and had heart and lung cramps.
The last thing Wen Chan wanted to recall was the scene of that night, which was the beginning of Liang Yanbei leaving him behind.
"I don't know..." Wen Chan said in a daze.
He was so unwilling to let go at the beginning, but Liang Yanbei was determined to marry Situ Zhoulan, and the courtiers tried their best to force him to accept a concubine. The Wen royal family was finally revived, and only Wen Chan was left in his blood. He couldn't help himself, and there was nothing he could do.
But he didn't expect that this person whom he loves from the bottom of his heart would stand in front of him one day and tell him, I like you very much, the first time we met.
This was something he had always expected but never dared to think about, and it was a scene he kept repeating in his dreams.
Emotions poured out of his heart, Wen Chan's nose was sore, his eyes blurred quickly, tears fell down like this, he frantically turned his head, trying to wipe it away with his sleeve.
"Crying again?" Liang Yanbei said amusedly, "What's there to cry about? I like you, so it makes you so sad?"
Wen Chan glared at him when he heard the words, but there were tears in his eyes, and the damage was extremely small. He said bitterly, "Liang Yanbei, you are just confident, you must have heard something from me after I made a mistake last time and got drunk. , dare to do this."
He frowned slightly, and said innocently, "When I was drunk that time, you would cry whenever I asked you. I really didn't hear anything."
"Sure enough!" Wen Chan knew that he would not be able to sleep so honestly when he was drunk that night, and he woke up in Liang Yan's north room, so he must have taken a lot of words away.
Just when he was about to speak harshly, Liang Yanbei suddenly cupped his face with both hands, bowed his head and kissed him forcefully.
The time was short, and after blocking all his words, he left at the touch of a button.
Wen Chan was so startled that his fingertips trembled, his eyes were wide open, and he said with a blushing face, "Bold, bold! Are you afraid that I will punish you for committing a crime like this?"
Liang Yanbei didn't care about this soft threat at all, he licked his lips very blatantly, his unsatisfactory expression was clear at a glance, he smiled and said, "Your Highness can punish you however you want, but before that, Your Highness has to take off your clothes , I'll change your medicine."
As he spoke, he tore at the skirt of his shirt.