Leng Qingtang dragged his tired body back to the south courtyard of the East Factory.

Just now, he has seen Yuan Qian, the head of the ten blocks.

When he entered the house, he saw Juban's brothers gathered around his bed.

The badly wounded boy's face turned pale, completely deprived of his former vigor and vitality.

There was not a pair of dimples on the emaciated cheeks, the starry eyes were dry and dull, and the lower eyelids were pressed with a thick layer of dark blue.

The decadence of lying on his back and being depressed made Leng Qingtang's dark eyes hurt.

Jiang Huai'an had already dealt with Yuan Qian and the four secret guards doctors, and left behind the Ten Star Tendon Continuation Pill made by the medical saint Tai clan.

Repeatedly instructed the injured to take it on time and in the right amount. After one season, the severed veins can regrow.

However, this superb medical skill is ultimately an external intervention.

Those who practice martial arts generally know that the muscles and veins are the hubs that connect the organs of the human body and are used to transmit various internal forces and rhymes.

Once it is broken the day after tomorrow, even if the injured person recovers and moves his hands and feet as before, it is already a waste material, and he will not be able to practice martial arts for the rest of his life.

The boy knew why, so he was in bed, his mind blank, and he completely sank into endless confusion and despair.

It wasn't until he found the Overseer standing at the head of the bed that Yuan Qian seemed to be injected into his body with a trace of strength, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to come over and help, dragging his upper body up from the bed.

He was seriously injured and unable to pray.

After a moment of silence against the overseer's lowered eyelashes, the boy's chapped lips trembled, and he cried hoarsely, "Overseer! ”

Immediately afterwards, his complexion changed, and he began to cry bitterly.

"It's me who is bad! I shouldn't have ruined the Overseer's plan. If it weren't for me, Yun Ya wouldn't have been robbed......"

Obviously, Yuan Qian knew about the attack on the Xichang carriage that night, and blamed himself for it.

"Ben Du doesn't blame you...... Take care of it, Brother Juban is still waiting for you to return to the team. ”

The mournful cry hooked up Leng Qingtang's infinite sentimentality. Seeing the boy like this, what reason did he have to condemn him?

In the end, Leng Qingtang carefully told Yuan Qian to stay in bed and recuperate, and then returned to the resting courtyard alone with the pain of a thousand thoughts.

Pushing open the newly lacquered Langhua wooden door, I saw that the moonlight in the courtyard was just right.

The light is clear and thin, like a thick white mist floating in the air, beautiful and hazy.

Leng Qingtang stepped forward, stepping on the misty moonlight, and his vision gradually became trance.

Suddenly, he saw the light of the fire candle in the room where Gu Yunxi lived, his face was shocked, and he raised his feet a few steps to the door.

The door opened, and the little guard with a flat hat was already under the porch, with the stars shining in his eyes, and with a light smile on his face, he said to him sweetly:

"The Overseer is back!"

Leng Qingtang was pleasantly surprised, and replied:

"Girl!"

stretched out his arms and wanted to hug her tightly, but all he could hold into his arms was the air of nothingness.

Leng Qingtang suddenly came to his senses.

There was no figure in front of him, no firelight, only his lost and lonely figure under the corridor, mercilessly stretched by the moonlight.

It turned out that those were just phantoms.

The bitter pain climbed into his heart little by little, and he felt that his heart was being clenched by a big hand, squeezing, ravaging~ and ravaging lifelessly, and the dull pain of being crushed continued to torment him, making him change his face gradually.

With his chest rising and falling violently, Leng Qingtang exhaled deeply, savoring the pain in his heart.

His eyes were glued to the door, and Leng Qingtang never had the courage to raise his hand to push it open.

I'm afraid that if I push open the door, there will be scenes of memory, sweet and beautiful, and then come to my mind and provoke him

Dejected.

Standing still for a moment, the man who fell to the top turned around sadly and ordered someone to go home......

Since Leng Qingtang visited Kunning Palace at night and had a fierce war of words with Queen Qian, more than half a month has passed.

One day, Emperor Xiao accused him of laziness and dereliction of duty and dismissed him on the grounds that he had lost important files during his tenure as the palace celebrant and sealed the palm seal.

Poor Honest Mu Na's father-in-law Feng only healed his wound after receiving fifty sticks, and his butt did not return to the chair of the palm print, so he had to hand over the warm and fat white Sifang Great Seal and send it to Leng Qingtang.

Time flies, the stars are changing, and it is the end of July in the blink of an eye.

Gu Yunxi has been missing for a month, and Dongchang has never given up on her search.

In order to find her back as soon as possible, Leng Qingtang even called the people and horses of the provinces to divide the affairs, day and night, non-stop, and had already turned the entire Dayi upside down.

It's a pity that his girl has not heard from him so far.

On the other hand, the West Factory is not idle. Every day in every province, there are disguised Xichang Ti rides, lurking in the streets and alleys day and night.

In addition to searching for Gu Yunxi's traces, they also accepted an important task, which was to arrest Lu Qiange, who committed a bloody crime in Xichang that day.

On that day, Minglan was humiliated by him dressed as an attendant and cut off his two fingers. When he woke up again, he suddenly remembered that the new face of the chamberlain with the pseudonym "Xiao Luzi" was actually the one who disguised himself as a geisha in Wanhualou at the beginning, rescued Gu Yunxi from him, and beat him and his subordinates to the "chaotic party" that could not form an army.

Minglan was so angry on the spot that he sent people to draw pictures and pictures, and posted Lu Qiange's portrait in the name of bandits in various places in the capital and at the entrance of the downtown area, and sent Ti Cai to go from house to house day and night, searching and arresting wanted people everywhere.

For a time, the inside and outside of the capital fell into a treacherous atmosphere, the situation was chaotic, although the surface was calm, but the inside was rumors and hidden murderous intentions.

In July, the evening breeze sat down. In the deep blue sky, there were no clouds or stars.

Leng Qingtang was dressed in a plain moonlight silk robe, with scattered black hair, sitting under the plane tree in the courtyard, braiding a red rope.

The breeze gently lifted the hem of his hair, and the moonlight shone through the layers of sycamore leaves, shining the dense shadows on his slightly arched broad back.

His figure, under the towering and dense canopy, appeared weak and thin.

Cheng Wanli came in from the outside, and walked quickly to the side of the overseer and stopped.

Every day, despite the futile news brought by the brigade, the loyal Thousand Households would return to the Admiral's Mansion on time to report to the Overseer.

Yun Yatou was not around, and the overseer returned to his previous appearance, sharp and silent, and the indifference and alienation of the unkind always made people prohibitive.

Cheng Wanli stood quietly to the side, watching the overseer Su Bai's slender ten fingers flip, and the two aggressive red ropes gave birth to various forms under his dexterous fingertips.

For a whole month, there was a thick red rope in the governor's room, and the styles of each one were different.

Lao Cheng knows best that although the Overseer never talked about it, in his heart, he has always had infinite remorse for Yun Yatou's disappearance.

Yu Zhaoyi, Qing'er, Xiao Shen...... Many people, maybe because he and Yanwan were against him, maybe because he abandoned Yunxi in the Ming Mansion to complain about him, and who really saw a chaotic heart hidden under his peaceful complexion? It's like a thousand knots on a rope, dripping red with blood

Who can understand that such a resolute and cold person in the day also has a time when he licks his wounds alone in the middle of the night?

Remorse is the most terrible of all, it is a scar that will never heal, and once it is branded, it will be

Accompanying the end of life, it cannot be easily erased.

Over time, the wound spreads and the pain increases.

Cheng Wanli understood the Overseer, and his heart was suffering from remorse. And people in a high position, can not vent their emotions at will, can only use the braided rope as sustenance, all the pain and thoughts in the heart, woven into the rope, locked in each exquisite round buckle.

It was quiet all around, and the wind passed for a moment.

Cheng Wanli heard the gong ringing three times outside the courtyard, hesitated and looked at the overseer one by one, and said softly and slowly:

"It's late at night, my subordinates will help you go back to the house to rest."

Leng Qingtang's thin lips pursed lightly, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the pitch-black and dense crow feathers printed two faint and blurred shadows at the lower eyes in the quiet moonlight.

Jun, who was getting thinner, didn't have much expression on his face, and his eyes were stagnant, cast on the red rope on his fingertips, reflecting an aggressive red light.

Stopping his movements, Leng Qingtang said in a loud voice:

"Still no news?"

Lao Cheng Wanrong was stunned, immediately bowed his head, lowered his voice by one degree, and replied:

"Yes, the subordinates are incompetent."

Lang's eyebrows frowned slightly, and the brilliance in his dark eyes was complicated. After thinking for a while, Leng Qingtang raised his head, his gaze was boundless and far away, looking at somewhere in front of him.

"What's going on in the West Factory?"

"Back to the Lord, as always. Minglan is also casting a net everywhere, looking for the traces of the girl and Lu Qiange, but to no avail. ”

After snorting coldly, Leng Qingtang said:

"It's time, it's Ben's turn to take action and pick up the rabble......"

After speaking, he stood up from under the tree, and turned around quietly with the half-knitted red rope, and the light robe of the plain robe fluttered in the deep night, rippling with an elegant and beautiful arc.

The sound of the sound bubbled in the light night breeze, and there was a slight echo of beautiful and delicate sound:

"Tomorrow I will order the informant in the palace to do something for the governor......"

Minglan has had bad luck lately.

Since being attacked at night to being cut off, he has provoked Princess Wan to completely lose hope in Xichang.

Fortunately, he is also an old man in the palace, serving Wan Yuyao for the longest time, and he is very good at pleasing and beautifying.

After he took off his robe and knelt down in front of the Yongning Palace, and wept for a while, Wan Yuyao finally remembered the former master-servant relationship, temporarily extinguished the thunderous anger, and helped him temporarily retain the position of the governor of Xichang.

However, Wan Yuyao is also a picky master.

Because he saw that Minglan lost two fingers on his left hand, he was taboo, and then he did not easily announce him into the palace.

Leng Qingtang had a high-profile reinstatement, and the West Factory had a big heel here, so Minglan learned to keep a low profile, handed over the West Factory to An Hong to take care of, and hid back in the Admiral's Mansion.

As soon as there was an important matter, Minglan asked An Hong to send someone into the house to report. The red approval of the official documents was all taken to the palace and reviewed and decided by him.

The days passed very quickly in peace and quiet.

Recently, the Jincai people of the Weiyan Pavilion in the palace sent their attendants to the Ming Mansion from time to time to invite Minglan into the palace to meet.

Minglan was afraid of the rumors about the West Factory in the palace, and only then did he raise the broken tailbone until it didn't hurt, so he shirked it several times and was reluctant to go.

However, Weiyan Pavilion sent someone to invite again, but Minglan couldn't shirk it, so he had to enter the palace hard.

Jin Cairen, that is, when Xichang first took over the Gongyuan, he was favored by Minglan, entered the palace from the Gongyuan, and was directly sent to Gu Yunjin on the dragon couch of Emperor Xiao.

In the corner of the day, in the Azure Pavilion, Gu Yunjin was shaking the butterfly flower fan, which was boring.

Hearing the sonorous footsteps unique to soap boots, Gu Yunjin was overjoyed and got up from the chair to greet him.

Yinglip chuckled, and said coquettishly:

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