Only five steps away from him, Han Ling paused, and his black, clear eyes like a Persian cat looked at the young man sitting in a wheelchair with a foolish look.

The memory finally overlapped completely with the person in front of her, and when she heard his melodious voice, her reaction was noticeably half a beat slower.

"Hmm." She answered with a flickering of her eyes and an incomparably innocent voice.

She naturally didn't come alone, but she couldn't let her mother Yang meet him, firstly, the Yang family was an inner house woman, and it was inconvenient for her to see a foreign man, and secondly, she couldn't pull Xu Shuxuan into the water when the Yang family was in trouble.

She was turning to him for help, but she couldn't hurt him.

"Are you really a descendant of Ning Mozi?" Xu Shuxuan was a little stunned when he saw her stunned.

His tone was still as gentle as ever, Han Ling shook his head, and replied, "No, I'm sorry, Xu Shizi, I lied to you about that letter, but if I don't write like this, I can't think of any other way to make you willing to come out to meet me?" ”

Xu Shuxuan didn't expect this little girl to be so honest, in fact, he still couldn't believe that the letter was written by Han Ling.

"You want to see me? Why? "There are indeed many people in the capital who want to make friends with him, but this is the first one to meet in this way, and it is such a young girl.

"I want to borrow two things from Xu Shizi, and I can exchange them with Xu Shizi with the Mojia Technique." Han Ling said bluntly.

Mojia organ art is the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period by Mozi to create zào out of the academic, at that time the sons of a hundred schools of thought contended, the Mohist in the military technology to create zào higher than other sons, erudite and talented, which recorded a lot of strange organ design methods and natural science, after the Qin unified the six countries, burned the book of a hundred schools, this academic of the Mohist has lost a trace.

However, more than a hundred years ago, there was a person named Ning Mozi who was said to have obtained this unique book, and this person can also be called a genius of Tianzhong, and on the basis of this ink science, he created a more mysterious method of creating a machine, so this "Mojia Technique" has become a very legendary treasure, which is sought by all the best people.

Han Ling knew that Xu Shuxuan had always been very interested in the Mo family's tricks, and he had also created some things by himself.

In her previous life, she got this lone book from her master, and she memorized the content in it backwards, so she spent an hour last night writing down this "Mojia Technique".

She knew that what Xu Shuxuan said to her was naturally unbelievable, so she simply handed the manuscript she copied in her hand to Xu Shuxuan.

After Xu Shuxuan took it, his eyes swept to the neatly cut "book" with suspicion, and when he opened the whole book, his eyes showed a very surprised light.

He looked at Han Ling and asked, "Where did you get this Mojia Technique?" ”

Han Ling was silent for a while, but replied, "Can I not answer Xu Shizi's question?" As long as it's useful to Xu Shizi, why care where it comes from? ”

Xu Shuxuan didn't expect Han Ling to answer like this, but he was never the one who was difficult to get to the bottom of the matter.

What others don't want to say, he doesn't ask anymore.

"And what do you want to borrow from me?" As soon as the conversation turned, he regained his gentle tone.

Han Ling raised his little face as white as jade, looked at him, and replied in a very soft but clear voice, "Thunderbolt Thunder Fire and Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle. ”

As soon as her words fell, Xu Shuxuan's eyes became sharp.

Han Ling didn't care, which was also expected by her.

Because he invented these two things himself, and no one knows about them.

The reason why Han Ling knew was because in his previous life he regarded her as a confidant and sued her unreservedly.

But now for Xu Shuxuan, she is just a stranger she has never met.

When a stranger reveals his most secret secrets, he is naturally surprised and wary.

I don't know how long it took before Han Ling felt the taut string in the air gradually loosen.

"How do you know I have these two things here?" Xu Shuxuan asked.

Han Ling still didn't know how to answer, she looked at Xu Shuxuan for a moment, and finally chose to avoid it: "This question, when I have a chance in the future, I will sue Xu Shizi again, is it okay?" ”

Xu Shuxuan was slightly stunned, he had never seen such a complex and deep light from a little girl's eyes, this kind of light made him unable to bear to refuse her request.

After a moment of silence, he pursed his lips lightly, and said in a very clear tone: "Okay, what you want, I will send someone to your home and tell me, where does your home live?" You should be willing to answer this question, right? ”

Xu Shuxuan originally thought that this was not too much of a request, but when he lagged behind, he saw that Han Ling was still looking at him blankly, and the light in his eyes seemed to contain a little bit of helplessness or pleading.

I don't know why, seeing such a look, he also has a slight pain in his heart.

Halfway, he said, "Okay! If you don't want to say it, forget it, so how do you want me to get it to you? ”

"Tomorrow, I will come here again, but Xu Shizi doesn't have to come in person." Han Ling replied.

There was no need for him to come in person, it was also for the sake of his safety, Han Ling knew that although Xu Shuxuan was the prince of the Wei Mansion, there were always some ill-intentioned people behind him who were firmly watching his whereabouts.

Xu Shuxuan was stunned again, he looked at Han Ling with some curiosity for a long time, as if he wanted to see her heart through these clear and dark eyes.

It's a pity that he still can't read it, it's ridiculous that he can't understand a girl who doesn't look like six years old.

However, Han Ling's eyes kept looking at him, as if he was looking at an old man he had known for many years, and he could see through all his secrets with just one glance.

The wind was blowing slowly, and the big qi behind Han Ling was set off in waves, she took a step forward again, stared at him for a moment, and suddenly, made a request that surprised him: "Young Master, can Ah Ling shake your hand?" ”

It's a very simple requirement, but it is also a very dangerous one.

Han Ling knew that Xu Shuxuan also had some secret guards around him, and these secret guards usually did not appear by his side, but if anyone dared to try to approach him, they would draw their sharpest swords and seal the throat of the raider.

Han Ling was not afraid of these secret guards, she bet that Xu Shuxuan was willing to believe her.

Sure enough, after Xu Shuxuan looked at her face for a long time, he finally raised a hand and nodded to her with a smile.

Han Ling knew that his gesture was a hint that the secret guards hiding in the woods were holding their ground.

So, she smiled too, her smile was very clean and bright, and then, she strode to Xu Shuxuan's side and held her hands on one of his outstretched hands.

Her hand was small and cold, and it slid lightly over his palm like a cold silk brush, and finally landed on his wrist.

Xu Shuxuan's heart was shocked, and he looked at her in disbelief again.

She's tapping his pulse!

Han Ling was also looking at him, her eyes facing each other, close at hand, and while she was staring at him, her eyes were full of sorrow and pain.

So compassionate, yet so helpless.

In the end, tears gradually gathered in her dark pupils.

Such an expression surprised Xu Shuxuan and was a little overwhelmed at the same time, he had long known that he was suffering from a stubborn disease, and his life would not be too long, which was also the assertion given by those divine doctors who were known as the hands of Xinglin.

But seeing such a compassionate look in the eyes of a little girl still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"The eldest young master is not born with a disease, he usually needs to recuperate more, it is not easy to eat cold food, and he can't blow a cool breeze, there are two kinds of medicines, the eldest young master must not eat them, willow leaf peach and nasturtium."

When she said this, Han Ling was already in tears, when she studied medicine with her master in her previous life, Xu Shuxuan was long gone, he died in her best fifteen years, and the last gift he left her was a piece of Lantian jade tattooed with Danfeng Chaoyang that she gave when she was married.

The last thing he said to her was that he hoped that she would let go of her hatred and be happy and happy forever.

But she didn't listen to it.

She chose to return to the Bo Mansion in Guangning, and chose to fight with her father and the Yao family in the back house, she never went to the Wei Mansion again, and never saw the young man who was as warm as the morning sun.

But she never imagined that God would play such a cruel joke on her, just when she let go of her hatred and wanted to pursue her own happiness, the boy who had given her warmth would suddenly leave and leave her forever.

The cause of his death from the Wei Mansion was only two words, and that was "death of illness".

She knew that Xu Shuxuan was not born with a stubborn disease, just as he was not born with a disability in both legs.

All his misfortunes come from the traps of intrigue that cannot be seen in that magnificent mansion.

In her previous life, she didn't find out the real cause of his death, so in this life, she must not let this happen again.

Thinking of this, she raised her head and made a request again: "Young Master, Ah Ling still has something to say to you, can you lower your head a little?" ”

Xu Shuxuan was already surprised by her every move, and when he heard this request, he was stunned again, but he still responded to Han Ling's request, tilted his body slightly, and lowered his head to Han Ling's lips.

Han Ling stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "The eldest young master must be careful of the people around him, and he must remember that everything related to peaches and lotuses cannot be eaten." ”

With that, she moved her cheek lightly and kissed him lightly on his puffy lips.

This kiss can be said to be caught off guard, Xu Shuxuan's long eyelashes were raised lightly, and he saw a small face like jade porcelain.

This face has not yet grown, it is still just a child's immature cheeks, Xu Shuxuan was shocked, and a red cloud of shame burned on his face.

In the woods not far away, there was a sudden click, a dead branch broke, and a figure fell from the tree.