Zhao Yan retracted his thoughts and looked at the brightly lit small building in the outer courtyard from a distance through the carved window, only to realize that Huaiyu and the others were probably still guarding over there.

He put on his clothes, braved the snow and went out of the door, and came to the second floor of the front yard.

Before I entered the door, I heard bursts of roars and low sobs from inside, the hoarse male voice kept shouting "leave me alone" and "let me die", and the light female voice kept begging "don't do this", mixed with the voices of the girls crying or persuading.

You don't have to enter the house to know that there must be a mess inside.

Zhao Yanjun twisted his eyebrows and pushed the door open.

The maid of Xunyan Tower was the first to notice Zhao Yan's arrival, took the service, and raised her voice, "Yan Gongzi." ”

The people inside were quiet for a moment, Huaiyu walked out, and pulled out a wry smile at Zhao Yan, "Why are you here?" ”

Zhao Yan didn't answer, and reached out to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.

Huaiyu lowered his head and sighed lightly, and Zhao Yan said, "I'll go in and take a look." ”

Without waiting for Huaiyu to answer, he had already entered the inner room, and all the maids were anxiously surrounding the periphery, and Duan Chichi was holding on to the clouds that kept crying by the bed.

Seeing Zhao Yan walk in, Yunxiao was stunned, his self-esteem as a man did not allow him to show weakness in front of an outsider.

Zhao Yan sneered, "Why don't you struggle, don't seek death?" ”

Yunxiao looked confused, not understanding what this Shizi who he had met a few times meant.

"A dignified seven-foot man, looking for death and life like a woman, is really an eye-opener for me!"

"Me"

"What are you? Do you feel that you are missing an arm, and you are very aggrieved? Unfortunate? Miserable? ”

"Isn't it?"

Zhao Yan sneered, "Someone!"

Immediately five or six people of about thirty or forty years of age, dressed in different appearances, and amazingly, some of them either had two eyes missing, or one arm missing, and some were slowly rocking in wooden wheelchairs.

and not one of them was able-bodied.

"Uncle Bai!"

The person called Uncle Bai had a long jade face, a long beard, a simple brown robe, and a pair of eyes covered with black cloth, he took a step forward and bowed accurately in the direction of Zhao Yan, "Shizi." ”

Zhao Yan said, "This Bai Shi is a white senior, blind in both eyes, but he can hear and distinguish people, and he is omniscient in five tones and six rhythms. ”

Everyone looked at this blindfolded man in amazement, this is the legendary Bai Shikuang, who is famous all over the world for the sound of the piano?

Before everyone could digest it, Zhao Yan had already called the next person, "Jianghuai!"

The one called Gangnam was the last one to come in and was in a wheelchair.

With a soft smile, he nodded at Zhao Yan, looked at Yunxiao lying on the bed, and arched his hand, "In Xia Jianghuai, I lost my legs in the battle with the Yan people, and now I am a little strategist in Xunyan Tower." ”

A little strategist?

Others may not know how powerful the Xunyanlou strategists are, but Awei and Achu do, Xunyanlou "has four strategists in the text, and seven shadow guards in the martial arts".

The Seven Shadow Guards were all carefully selected and promoted through many selections, not to mention the Four Strategists, especially this Jiang Huai, who is disabled but is the head of the Four Strategists, which shows his strength.

Therefore, after listening to Jiang Huai's words, Ah Wei and Ah Chu stood in the corner and silently exchanged sympathetic glances.

Zhao Yan called "Master!"

This time a man in Tsing Yi stood up, with long hair and a shawl, and starry eyebrows, but he also lost his right arm, and he came forward lazily and smiled at Huaiyu who was shocked.

He took the pen and ink brought by the maid like a cloud, put it on the table on the side in a chic manner, splashed the ink, and copied out an article in less than a cup of tea, the words are charming and elegant, the words are exquisite, and the dot painting is like a dance, as if the gods and men help each other.

Yunxiao is also a reader, and he also loves calligraphy and painting on weekdays, and when he saw this word at this moment, he excitedly exclaimed, "Mr. is good calligraphy!"

"Master?" Huaiyu's tone was full of disbelief, and she rushed forward, "Master!"

Xie Lang touched her hair affectionately, "Are you happy to see your teacher?" Why are you still crying? ”

Huaiyu sobbed and choked, "Master, what's wrong with you?" ”

"It's hard to say, I'll tell you as a teacher in the future."

He said and approached the clouds: "The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first work hard and work their muscles and bones." You and I have never met, but we have also lost our right arm, and I fully understand the pain in your heart!"

"However, a good man is determined in all directions, and in the face of this sad situation, he howls and cries in front of women, I Xie Hanyan looks down on such people the most!"

"If you have ambitions, cheer up, the world is big, and there is a lack of talents, is it possible that you can't live without an arm?"

In a word, Xie Lang turned around and left, Huaiyu looked at Zhao Yan, the other party nodded, Huaiyu knew that he would take care of the rest, so he hurriedly chased out the door.

"Master."

Xie Lang slowed down, waiting for Huaiyu to catch up.

"Master, you are also a person from Xunyan Tower, right?"

Xie Lang smiled silently.

"If you don't say it, Zhao Yan won't say it, you are all hiding it from me, when are you going to hide it from me?"

Xie Lang said, "Xunyanlou saved me, so I simply relied on Xunyanlou." ”

Huaiyu saw his indifferent appearance, knowing that he was not going to talk to himself in detail, his eyes fell on his sleeves hanging in the wind, and Huaiyu choked back tears, "What's going on?" Who is it? ”

Master is the son of the Xie family, who would dare to touch him as an ordinary person?

Huaiyu faintly guessed, her heart ached, and she squatted on the ground to cover her face and cry.

This posture Xie Lang has never seen before.

He sighed, also squatted down, and patted Huaiyu's shrugged shoulder, "The bigger it is, the more useless it is, why are you crying on the side of the road?" Turning around and letting the maid look at it, she said behind her back that you were a little crying bag. ”

Huaiyu has been holding on for so many years, although she is older than her grandmother and aunts and sisters at home, but because she knows martial arts and understands the art of war, Huaiyu is like the pillar of the family.

Today, I saw the injured Yunxiao, and I saw Xie Lang, who was also missing an arm, and in front of the master, she finally cried.

"I'm not."

Xie Lang smiled: "Aren't you still crying?" ”

When Huaiyu took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears and stood up, Xie Lang said, "The suffering in this world has not fallen on your own head, if it falls, no matter how bitter it is, we have to bear it, you must know this truth better than me." ”

"Your hand, the Emperor? Five years ago? Is it because of me? ”

After a series of questions, although Xie Lang did not answer a word, Huaiyu already had an answer.

"Yes, I'm afraid that I know and feel guilty, so you're close to Xiangcheng, but you haven't shown up for five years."

Xie Lang let out a long "sigh", "Zhao Yan told me, your ability to observe words and colors is amazing, I didn't believe it at the time, but now I have to believe it." ”

He smiled again and asked, "I haven't seen you for five years, do you want to play a game with me?" ”

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