Walking around on the edge of life and death, Ning Yutong felt that his life was really hard.

At this moment, the night is deep, the candle flame in the room is flickering and seems to be about to burn to the end, Ning Yutong leaned on the head of the bed a little tiredly, she was wearing a white middle coat, the placket was open at the moment, and the scars on her chest could be clearly seen.

The wound from the sharp sword was not very long, but it still left a new scar, and it looked very unsightly on the snow-white chest.

It is said that this sword is only slightly off, otherwise, she would really be dead.

Ning Yutong lowered his head and raised his hand, his white and slender fingers gently touched his wound, and now he doesn't feel very painful, the wound has scabbed, but Ning Yutong knows that the depth of this wound has not grown, as long as she exerts a little force, she will still feel the stinging pain in her heart.

"Huh"

An inexplicable cold wind suddenly blew in the room, and Ning Yutong shivered and raised his eyes vigilantly.

A tall, ethereal black shadow appeared in front of her eyes, and this shadow obscured all her vision.

Ning Yutong immediately tightened his middle coat in a panic: "You are ......"

She didn't feel any danger, all she felt in this person was endless familiarity.

"Zitong?"

Changge faced Ning Yutong's puzzled eyes and called out softly.

In this world, perhaps he is the only one who is willing to call this name, and he never gets tired of calling it.

"Uh."

Ning Yutong frowned and rubbed his temples: "Are you ...... Long song? ”

I don't know if Lu Dao was injured and unconscious for a long time this time, Ning Yutong's memory was very vague, she thought for a while, and finally remembered Changge's identity.

Recently, the guards of the Ning Mansion have been very strict, but Changge still appeared like this, maybe he was really too strong, or maybe Ning Feiyuan deliberately turned a blind eye.

Changge slowly came to Ning Yutong's side and sat on the edge of the bed: "Zitong, what's wrong with you?" ”

Intuition told him that there was something wrong with Ning Yutong in front of him, but what was wrong, Changge really couldn't be sure for a while.

"I ......"

Ning Yutong raised his hand and patted his head: "Maybe I slept for too long, and my memory is a little confused." ”

She remembered everyone around her, remembered the Soul Chaser Palace, remembered the long song, and remembered the Wisteria Army.

But......

Why do you want to build a wisteria army? To protect your family? For your dream of being a general? Or is it for something else......

There were some things she seemed to forget.

I can't think of anything.

"There are some things that I can't seem to remember, my head hurts."

Ning Yutong held her head with both hands, layers of fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, looking at her painful reminiscence, Changge on the side shook her head slightly, raised her hands and pressed her head on her chest, and ordered in a hoarse voice: "Don't think about it!" ”

Changge's chest still had a cold air that had not dissipated, it was cold, but it was safe.

The tingling sensation in my mind gradually dissipated, and the endless tiredness invaded in an instant.

I'm so tired, so sleepy.

Ning Yutong's eyelids sank, and the whole person actually fell asleep in Changge's arms.

In the past few days, she often has headaches, often thinks about things and can't sleep, at this moment, the night is deep, leaning on this familiar and safe embrace, Ning Yutong finally fell asleep......

"Zitong?"

Changge gently touched Ning Yutong's long hair, and then realized that she had fallen asleep.

For a while, Changge was dumbfounded.

"Sleep."

After a while, he moved his body and gently put Ning Yutong back on the couch in his arms, and at this moment, the placket on Ning Yutong's chest spread out, and the scar on his chest immediately attracted Changge's attention.

What a deadly sword!

Changge's gaze froze for a moment, and in the next second, he suddenly lowered his head and slowly moved his gaze downward, landing on Ning Yutong's lower abdomen, where there was an old scar, which was very similar to the wound this time in shape, it should be the same weapon, and even the moves were similar......

Don't......

Changge hesitated for a moment, then remembered to help Ning Yutong tidy up her middle coat and help her cover the quilt.

The candle flame in the room happened to burn to the end at this time, and in the darkness, Changge's figure gradually disappeared......

The night was thick, and when Changge reappeared, he was already in front of a red brick and vermilion lacquered ancient courtyard in the north of the capital.

This is a foothold of the Soul Chasing Palace, and it is also a place where Yan Sealed lives and contacts Changge on weekdays.

"Crunch."

Changge skillfully pushed the door in, and an old figure bent over in the courtyard had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Changge's figure, the old man's eyes lit up slightly: "Master, are you back?" ”

Changge nodded: "Old Shi, is Yan Feng resting?" ”

"He's in the study."

The old man, who was called Shi Lao, replied in a low voice, with a hint of respect in his tone.

Changge didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the study, while Shi Lao slowly came to the door and closed the door after Changge left, just like an ordinary old man, slowly and a little old man walked towards his room......

In the simple and clean study, Yan Feng was reading the soldier's book, and when he heard footsteps at the door, he put down the book and stopped at the door.

Changge pushed the door in, with a biting cold wind.

Seeing his figure, Yan Feng habitually stood up from the chair: "How is the situation in Ningfu?" ”

"It's fine."

Changge replied, his gaze falling on the messy books on the table: "Preparing for something three months later?" ”

"Hmm."

Hearing Changge's question, Yan Feng's face became very serious, he nodded solemnly, and a touch of earth-shattering battle intent flashed in his eyes.

"Good."

Changge seemed very indifferent, and three months later, it was the much-anticipated military exercise of the Four Kingdoms.

"Yan Feng, you should prepare well in the past few days, and tell the brothers in the palace to pay attention to the suspicious characters in the capital, if my expectations are good, there should be Lin Ye's fine work mixed into the capital, and the strength is very strong. If you find out about his whereabouts, report it immediately, and don't confront him head-on! ”

The people of Linye!

Yan Feng's eyebrows raised: "Could it be that the one who assassinated Miss Ning was ......?"

Changge nodded slowly, and his tone involuntarily increased again: "The person who can confront Ning Feiyuan head-on, if I expect it to be good, it should be that person." ”

That man......

Linye Blood Demon, Xue Mo?

A flash of surprise flashed on Yan Feng's ordinary and indifferent face: "Won't it?" Who did Miss Ning offend! ”

"I don't know how to go, maybe she offended Ye Chang'an?"

Changge's tone was still calm when he mentioned Ye Chang'an, even with a hint of mockery.

Yan Feng was thoughtful, looked at Changge, and looked a little speechless.

"Yan Feng, what do you want to say?"

Changge noticed Yan Feng's expression and simply asked.

"Changge, are you right about Ning Yutong...... Emotional? ”

In Yan Feng's memory, Changge was emotionless, he was a little cold and a little human, but I don't know when the Dao began, Yan Feng felt that the indifference in Changge's body would always converge unconsciously when he was with Ning Yutong.

Moreover, his care and trust for Ning Yutong was beyond Yan Feng's imagination.

Is this really the long song he knows?

On the side, hearing Yan Feng's question, Changge's figure froze for a moment, and he still smiled a little disdainfully.

"Feelings? Do you think I'd have that kind of thing? ”

Will there be?

Yan Feng hesitated, he had known Changge for so long, and those memories hidden deep in his heart flashed in his mind over and over again, and Yan Feng suddenly felt that he seemed to be a little too sensitive.

Changge is ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself.

He never needed superfluous affection, never.

"Alright, it's time for me to go back."

While Yan Feng was meditating, Changge's figure had disappeared from the study......

A wide black robe with a strange gold face.

Wearing all this, he is the long song of the Soul Chaser Palace.

So, when all this recedes, who is he?

In the dark and uninhabited alley, the wide black robe was taken off, revealing a slender and tall figure.

The figure slowly raised his hand and took off the characteristic mask on his face.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, and only the vague silhouette of the man could be faintly seen in the dark alley......