The Xiyang Palace at night was so quiet that there was not a single sound.
The doors and windows in the dormitory were tightly closed, and the bronze carved fireplace was lit early on, and the warmth that emanated enveloped the entire hall.
The night lamp had a yellow lampshade around it, emitting a soft light.
Liang Yanbei took out a slender incense stick, lit it, and inserted it on the hollow pattern of the stove. After a while, white smoke rose slowly.
There was a very faint fragrance. Liang Yanbei smelled it lightly, and his sleepiness suddenly became stronger. He yawned and untied the cloak he was wearing.
In this extremely cold late autumn, riding the night wind all the way here, even though he was dressed thickly, he was already soaked by the cool wind. Liang Yanbei sat by the heater and rubbed his hands, letting the heater drive away the chill from his body .
He tilted his head, his eyes were lightly placed on the person on the bed, the light reflected in his eyes spread out, layers of soft colors appeared, with a faint smile.
Halfway through the burning of the incense, Liang Yanbei's body was completely rid of the cold air, and his hands became warm. He stood up, took off his clothes slowly, and put them on the table beside him.
He removed his boots and made slight noises while walking on the ground in socks. He stopped by the bed step by step, with his head slightly lowered, staring at the person on the bed.
Wen Chan at this hour had already fallen into a deep sleep, sleeping extremely soundly.
He was lying on his back, with the exposed half of his face outlined in a peaceful silhouette by the light.
Liang Yanbei smiled, and then slowly lifted the quilt covering Wen Chan's body, got into the warm bed, and his arms naturally slid to Wen Chan's lower back, avoiding his shoulder injury. Then hugged tightly.
Wen Chan's quilt was warmer than the stove, Liang Yanbei sighed comfortably, opened his arms with his head, and got into his arms, absorbing the refreshing warmth.
As they got closer, Wen Chan's breathing sound became clear. Liang Yanbei looked up and saw the shadow cast by his long and dense eyelashes on his face.
He found the soft hand with his other hand, and clasped fingers together, palms touching.
Wen Chan in his sleep seemed to be disturbed, he frowned slightly, and struggled with his fingers.
Liang Yanbei clenched a little more, but stopped moving, enjoying himself in Wen Chan's arms, closed his eyes contentedly, listened to the beating rhythm in his chest, and fell asleep slowly.
That night, both of them slept soundly.
After an hour of sleep, Wen Chan woke up from his dream with a slight sound. When his consciousness was hazy, he suddenly felt that there was something unusually heavy on his body. When he moved his arm, he touched a furry thing.
This strange touch suddenly woke him up, and at the same time, he was conditioned to slap him down.
Just woke up, the slap was not strong, only a "click" sound, Wen Chan looked down, and was horrified to find that there was a big living person in his arms.
what is this? ! Is it a new assassination method for assassins
But at this time, this big living person who appeared inexplicably got hit on the back of the head, and arched Wen Chan's neck in a good temper, as if he had no intention of waking up.
Wen Chan got up quickly, but was shocked to find that his waist was encircled, and he couldn't break free immediately, "Hey!"
The voice of the person in his arms was a little hoarse, with sleepiness, muffled, "What are you doing?"
However, Wen Chan recognized it immediately, and slapped him on the back of the head again, "Liang Yanbei, did you pour lard into your head?! Why did you come to my bed?"
Liang Yanbei, who had received two palms, was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. He tightened his arms, took a deep breath and groaned, "It hurts so much, don't hit me..."
Wen Chan, who was so frightened that his heart was about to jump out just now, was completely relaxed at this moment, and found that his neck was itchy from the snorting, and his body began to feel hot. He said, "Get up!"
Liang Yanbei raised his head slowly, blinked lazily, and smiled brightly at him, "His Royal Highness, good day."
"Good day to you, you still don't let me go!" He tugged at his hand, his five fingers were tightly pinched by Liang Yanbei, and he couldn't pull them apart. The movement was a little bigger, and the wound was pulled, causing him to frown in pain.
Liang Yanbei's strength instantly loosened, "Let go, just let go, don't move around."
After he let go of Wen Chan, he threw off the quilt and began to put on his clothes, "I'll ask Ah Fu to bring those white gauzes and change your dressing."
"No!" Wen Chan hurriedly said, "Did you eat braised pork for your guts? It's so fat! If you break into the palace at night, if someone finds out, the entire Liang family will suffer!"
Liang Yanbei put on his robe, buttoned it up one by one, and said, "Your Highness is right."
Sitting on the bed, Wen Chan saw the incense roots left on the stove with his sharp eyes, then glanced at the ashes that fell on the ground, and asked, "Did you burn incense in my hall last night?"
"It's the fragrance of sleeping." Liang Yanbei straightened his messy hair a little, and said nonchalantly, "It's harmless to the body."
"No wonder I didn't notice you crawled into my bed." Wen Chan murmured, "It turns out that this incense is playing tricks."
Liang Yanbei narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Your Highness says yes."
"When did you come? Last night or this morning?" Wen Chan asked again.
He stretched his waist and flexed his muscles, "Of course it was last night. I came here on a serious mission to protect His Highness. Now that you are injured, and the assassin comes like that night, how do you deal with it?"
Wen Chan was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect him to have such thoughts.
"I can't just happen to save you like that again and again, so I have to stay here every night." In a blink of an eye, Liang Yanbei was fully dressed, and smiled at him, "Your Highness, isn't my idea very good?"
"I think you are the most dangerous person now." Wen Chan said mercilessly.
Liang Yanbei is in this huge palace, he can talk and go as he pleases, if he dares to get on his couch today, he can get on the holy couch tomorrow, it's amazing!
Liang Yanbei said calmly, "Your Highness is complimenting me."
Wen Chan: "..."
"You can go." Wen Chan waved his hand, "Be careful when you go, don't be found out, I have music, chess, calligraphy and paintings here, it's very safe, you don't have to come here again."
He automatically ignored the second half of the sentence, looked out the window at the sunlight, and said, "It's time to go, Your Highness, don't forget to ask someone to change the medicine. If the medicine is used up, I will bring some more."
As he spoke, he put on his cloak and was about to leave, but was stopped by Wen Chan, "Wait."
He tilted his head slightly, "What's the matter? You don't want me to go?"
"You..." Wen Chan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you investigating the person behind the assassin?"
Liang Yanbei confessed, "Of course."
"I know who it is," he said. "I was expecting you to ask, but I didn't expect you to keep asking."
"If Your Highness wants to tell me, you can tell me yourself." Liang Yanbei said, "If you don't want to tell me, it's useless even if I ask."
"It's the Zhong family." Wen Chan said.
Liang Yanbei's eyes flashed, "Why did the Zhong family want to kill you?"
"I don't know." Wen Chan hid the reason.
He didn't continue to ask, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness, let me ask you a question, how will Your Highness deal with the Zhong family?"
"Of course they want to lift a rock," Wen Chan said slowly, mixed with a faint coldness, "hit yourself in the foot."
Liang Yanbei chuckled, and hung the cloak in his arms, "So, I'm looking forward to it."
With Zhengyang shining brightly, Liang Yanbei, under the guidance of the owner of Xiyang Palace, walked a remote road and left the palace when no one noticed.
Before leaving, Liang Yanbei was warned and threatened viciously by the master of Xiyang Palace.
The yamen received a report from an old man today. Xie Zhaoxue had been busy with the yamen's affairs and hadn't gone to the academy, and Zhong Wenjin also used this reason to play truant and followed Xie Zhaoxue in a frivolous manner.
The old man's home is located in the outskirts of the capital city. He has enclosed a piece of land to raise pigs and chickens. This morning he hastily reported to the police that the pig had died strangely. Xie Zhaoxue and the others followed him to the old man's house with a few yamen servants.
From a distance, I saw a few people standing guard in front of the house. Zhong Wenjin was sitting on a high horse, with good eyesight, and he could tell at a glance that one of those people was Ding Ziyun, who had been coerced by him a few months ago. The secret road is narrow.
Xie Zhaoxue didn't pay attention, she glanced around and said in a low voice, "I seem to have been to this place before."
The old man's son and daughter are Ding Ziyun's brothers and sisters. When they saw Xie Zhaoxue and the others, they hurriedly greeted them, "My lord! You are here, my lord!"
Xie Zhaoxue approached and got off the horse, glanced at the faces of several people, and helped the older woman up, "Don't worry, tell me what happened?"
"My lord, this is really a strange thing!" The old woman wiped away her tears, "The woman's family only raised a few pigs, and I didn't know that the one who killed a thousand knives was killed overnight, and they all died!"
"What's the use of crying, take us to see." Zhong Wenjin said from behind.
Now that he has changed his face, he is not afraid of being recognized by Ding Ziyun.
Ding Ziyun felt that the voice was a bit strange, and after glancing at him, he said to Xie Zhaoxue, "My lord, Minnv will take you to have a look."
Xie Zhaoxue nodded, and followed a few people to the place where the pigs were raised.
Zhong Wenjin followed closely behind. As soon as he approached, he was dazzled by the stench emanating from the circle. He barely held his breath to look, but what he saw was an extremely terrifying scene.
Several pigs fell to the ground motionless, blood stained the whole place, and died tragically.
"This..." Zhong Wenjin was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, "Could it be that someone has some deep hatred for these pigs?"
Xie Zhaoxue also frowned tightly. He noticed that these pigs had hideous wounds on their bodies. He didn't think it was done by the blade, but it was more like some kind of tearing.
And the blood volume of pigs is extremely large. If such a big hole is really made on the body, the blood flowed out by several pigs will be far more than this, much more.
"Go in and have a look." Xie Zhaoxue instructed the yamen servant.
The yamen servant received the order. Although he was a little disgusted by the scene, he stepped in without hesitation and inspected the pigs lying on the facade.
A few people came out after a while, and said to Xie Zhaoxue, "Master Xie, some of these pigs have lost all their blood, and some still have some blood left. It is preliminarily estimated that someone killed the pigs to get their blood."
Xie Zhaoxue was thoughtful.
"No." Zhong Wenjin said from the side, pointing to one of the pigs, "If it was really killing a pig to get its blood, it shouldn't be wasting so much, and the skin and flesh of that pig were so tight, obviously it wasn't caused by natural bloodletting Effect."
"What's more, if someone really killed pigs to get their blood, why didn't these pigs make any noise? But when a pig bleats, people around here should be able to hear the sound."
The old woman hurriedly answered, "Yes, my lord, the woman didn't hear a single sound, she just woke up this morning and saw it!"
Hearing this, Xie Zhaoxue's expression became more solemn, she stared at the blood all over the ground and said, "It's really weird."