"I, Nangong Yi, in this life, only live for you Lin Jue."

In the chaos, this sentence is like a sharp sword, cutting through the vast fog, and like a clear spring, it goes straight to the chest.

Nangong Yi ......

Lin Jue muttered to himself.

Who is Nangong Yi?

- "Don't worry, I won't die, won't you be widowed if I die?" ”

"I care about you, not because you are the county lord, nor because you are the second lady of Lin Taibu Mansion, let alone the reincarnation of the past and present lives, I care about you, just because you are you. Even if someone is born the same as you, she is not you. ”

"Why don't we leave Kyoto and find a place to live where we can sell crab roe soup dumplings."

"Mine is not yours, you have to adapt to the bed in this general's mansion as soon as possible, and you will live for a long time in the future......"

……

Countless facial expressions intersect and overlap, eventually becoming an expressionless face.

She recognizes this face!

All of a sudden, it seemed that countless seeds sprouted and grew in her heart, everything was revived, ready to move, and she saw the memories that had been buried, clear and vast, and a name engraved in the deepest part of her heart blurted out, "Nangong Yi!" ——”

I opened my eyes suddenly, but I was surprised to find myself lying in a strange ...... Uh, in the tent.

It was very dark outside, and there was an oil lamp on the wooden table next to it, and it seemed to be dark.

There was a stove in the center of the tent, and the charcoal fire was burning brightly, and the temperature in the desert night was very low. Ordinary herdsmen will burn a stove in their tents and drink hot water at night. The other side can also ward off the cold and raise the temperature inside the tent.

Subconsciously reached out to touch the wound on his thigh, and found that the dagger inserted in it had been taken out, and the wound had been bandaged, although it was still a little painful, but it was much better than before.

She remembered that she had been overtaken by the men in black, and then lost consciousness...... Judging by the current situation. It seems that someone saved him. Could it be that the man in black didn't kill her? Or did someone save her from the hands of the man in black?

But she is not familiar with the place in this desert north. Who rescued her?

Just as he was thinking, the door of the tent was opened, and a long figure walked in, seemingly carrying something in his hand.

A faint light hit him. Darkness and darkness. It's a little unrealistic.

Time froze, as if thousands of years had passed, and he gradually appeared in front of her eyes.

Lin Jue quietly watched the figure come out of the shadows, her eyes widened, and she wanted to carefully mark every subtle movement and expression of him, but in the end, it turned into tears of discouragement.

"Why are you crying? The wound still hurts? Don't move, let me take a look first......"

Nangong Yi saw Lin Jue's sadness crying, thinking that the wound was cracked. Immediately, his face became full of nervousness, and he quickly put down the things in his hand. Walk over and look directly at her wounds.

"The wound doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it?" After carefully inspecting the wound, Nangong Yi saw that Lin Jue was still crying, and couldn't help but feel even more strange, and hurriedly asked again, "Ah Jue, where else are you injured?" ”

Otherwise, why don't you keep crying?

"Hurt your head! ——”

Lin Jue saw someone's confused look, so he casually waved a pillow and smashed it directly at him!

Seeing that he does not hide,

Nangong Yi knew that she was at a loss, and she didn't dodge in the face of Lin Jue's "pillow attack", she wanted her to vent, but when she heard the "gossip array", she broke out in a cold sweat.

"Have you been to the General's Mansion?"

Hearing him say this, Lin Jue glared at him angrily, "Go!" Trapped in the gossip array laid by General Nangong, I almost died inside! ”

"Jue ......"

Nangong Yi looked at the person in front of her in a daze, she hadn't seen her for many days, Lin Jue's temperament was still stubborn, and there were even tears on her face that pretended to be angry.

"It's my fault......"

So far, it was useless for him to say anything more.

"Nonsense, it must be your fault! It's my fault! ”

Lin Jue continued to be angry.

Nangong Yi gently held her hand, and her dark eyes flashed with a gentle light, "Ah Jue is my fault, it's all my fault, it's just, why did you come to the northwest?" ”

After the previous venting, Lin Jue's anger accumulated for many days dissipated a lot, but as soon as he heard Nangong Yi ask, the anger that had already disappeared suddenly came out again.

"I'm coming to the Northwest, it's not because of the good things you did!"

First a Vika appeared, and then there was no news of her disappearance, so how could she stay in Kyoto with peace of mind?

"It's all my fault, I'm worried about you......"

At this time, Nangong Yi seemed to have no other way to make Lin Jue angry except to admit his mistakes.

Well, in fact, there may be, such as hugging her or something, but looking at the anger on Lin Jue's face, Nangong Yi thought about it, forget it, he should first correct his attitude and admit his mistake.

"Who's worried about you?!"

Lin Jue glared at him.

"It's just that your general's wife is really excessive, not to mention being overbearing, and bullying me!"

"Madame General?" Nangong Yi was stunned for a moment. "Or is it mine?"

Isn't his wife the Lin Jue in front of him? Anyone else?

Lin Jue glared at him and didn't speak.

Seeing that her expression didn't look like a joke, Nangong Yi's heart sank, and he suddenly thought of someone.

"You mean Vika?"

Nonsense!

Lin Jue continued to bother to pay attention to him.

"When did she become the general's wife?"

Nangong Yi still didn't understand.

The emperor had mentioned it to him a few times before, but he directly rejected it, since he refused, how could he become his wife again?

It seems that during his time in the northwest, something happened in Kyoto that he didn't know about.

Thinking of this, he looked up at Lin Jue's eyes and asked, "Ah Jue, what happened during this time?" ”

"Isn't Nangong Yi dead? How did he reappear? ”

Lord Miao looked at the contractor sitting on the side and asked with some puzzlement.

The death of the man in black is terrifying, the methods of the person who attacked him are cruel, and his martial arts are strong, it is not wrong that he is not a mediocre person, but it cannot be presumed that it is Nangong Yi, who has been killed for a long time.

"Dead?"

The contractor couldn't help laughing, he glanced at Ling Mo, who was silently drinking tea next to him, and said with a smile, "How could he die so easily." ”

"But the four princes are not vegetarians, they have been planning for so long, isn't it just to get rid of Nangong Yi?"

Lord Miao still didn't understand.

So many people can't kill him, is Nangong Yi a god?

"The length of time you have to plan and whether you can kill him or not are two different things."

The contractor was thoughtful.

Originally, if Nangong Yi was really killed, they could just use this opportunity to take the northwest down. In this way, even if the four princes control Kyoto, they don't have to worry too much about the power in their hands. Once the four princes dared to act rashly, they just took advantage of the reason of the Qing monarch to lead the troops to march and take down the four princes' people in one fell swoop.

The same is true of Empress Yang's intentions.

However, now it seems that since Nangong Yi is not dead, all of their calculations have failed.

"Father's age is not too old, is the fourth child doing so many tricks now, is he too anxious?"

Ling Mo opened his mouth lightly.

Emperor Zhaoyang was in the prime of life, and what he hated most was that someone was plotting against him. It hasn't been long since the rebellion of the eldest prince and Yuanweihou, and if the same thing happens again, the end can be imagined.

"It is always necessary to plan for a rainy day, although His Majesty the Emperor is young, but since ancient times, how many emperors have died in the dead of life?"

The contractor disagreed.

"But since Nangong Yi is not dead, their calculations have been in vain, right?"

Nangong Yi has a strange temperament, and he is a well-known royalist, as long as he is there, the fourth prince wants to do anything, and there is no way.

"Your Highness Six, you are wrong again." The contractor stood up, walked to the red nanmu table, poured a cup of tea for himself, took a sip lightly, and then looked back at Ling Mo and said, "Since Nangong Yi has left Kyoto, even if he is not dead now, they will use other excuses to make him unable to play a role." You must know that the most popular person next to the emperor now is the person of the four princes. ”

"You mean? ——”

Ling Mo's heart sank.

If something really happened to Nangong Yi, Lin Jue should be sad again.

"But they shouldn't attack that position for the time being, after all, if they want to get rid of Nangong Yi, they have to borrow the hand of His Majesty the Emperor."

"Ke Nangong Yi's identity ......"

Ling Mo was still a little puzzled.

Hasn't it been rumored that Nangong Yi is the former prince who died in the palace fire eighteen years ago?

If the rumors are true, then how could Emperor Zhaoyang attack his most beloved son?

"Even if he is?" The contractor looked at him, and there was a sly light in his slender eyes, "As long as the emperor thinks that he has touched the bottom line and threatens the emperor's authority, even if he is his own, it is impossible to be soft on him." The eldest prince is also the emperor's own son, and you also know his fate. ”

Regardless of whether Nangong Yi has the intention of rebellion or not, as long as the emperor believes that he has the intention of rebellion.

"Then don't we have to do anything now, just reap the benefits of the fisherman?"

Hearing this, Lord Miao finally understood the meaning of the contract husband's words.

"Almost. After all, we will have to clear the monarch's side in the future. ”

Life is like a long journey, and those who go on the road first may not be able to reach the end.

The contractor smiled faintly and cast a long gaze out the window.

Outside the window, surrounded by a bright moon, hung in the dark night sky, looking lonely and dazzling.

The moonlight poured down like a waterfall, gilding the contractor's body with a layer of silvery light.

Lord Miao looked at him quietly, and unconsciously, he was a little stupid.

Ling Mo on the side took this scene into his eyes and sighed silently.

(To be continued.) )