The night of the Hou Mansion is more lively than the most prestigious fireworks field in Luoyang City.

But the owner of the Hou Mansion ignored all this.

He either had a secret conversation with a minister who was difficult for ordinary people to meet in the tea room, or he locked himself in his study, and no one dared to disturb him.

Ye Mushen inquired with You Hai about Ling Shang's arrangements and learned that there were no visitors tonight for the time being.

He came to the atrium, and behind him was a noisy feast, but in front of him there was only a bright light in the row of long houses.

Ye Mushen looked at Ling Shang's reflection on the paper window and hesitated.

Mu Jing, who had been in a coma for many days, finally woke up, which should have been a pleasure.

But he seemed to be a different person, and he didn't even know Mu Shen overnight.

When he saw Ye Mushen, he hid in the corner, and when he asked him, he didn't say anything, and he couldn't stop crying after saying a few more words.

From dusk to night, Ye Mushen said all the good things and exhausted his patience, but he was really helpless.

Ling Shang will always have a way, right?

He'll always have a way.

Whether Ling Shang was willing to lend a helping hand to Ye Mushen again was another matter.

"I only promised to save his life." Ye Mushen could imagine Ling Shang's refusal.

Imaginingly, Ling Shang's cold eyes and cool voice invisibly caused Ye Mushen to have a huge sense of oppression.

Ye Mushen has made countless transactions, but he can put himself into it, and this is the only one.

He didn't know what kind of request Ling Shang would make.

And what he was more afraid of was Ling Shang's "nothing".

Under the candlelight, which was not too bright, Ling Shang's shadow seemed quiet and quiet.

Ye Mushen stood in the courtyard, his chest suffocated by his disorganized thoughts.

The evening breeze was cold, but his senses were numb.

"Are you looking for me?" A cold voice came from the stairs not far away.

Ye Mushen shuddered, and the bamboo forest behind him slewred.

The moment before Ling Shang shouted at him, his mind was still the family banquet arranged by Ling Shang and General Shangguan Yi two days later.

“…… Hey, yes...... No...... ...... "Ye Mu Shen spoke incoherently, unconsciously trying to avoid this person's gaze.

It was clear that he was looking for him for something, but when he saw this person, he retreated again.

It's ridiculous.

Half of this mentality of wanting to avoid comes from the mustard who has always been difficult to let go of the complicated relationship between the two, and the other half comes from the dangerous aura of good and evil in Ling Shang's body.

Dong Changyou's death cannot be said to be without surprise.

Ye Mushen only intuitively believed that Ling Shang was somewhat involved in this matter; But he couldn't produce evidence after all.

Ling Shang's expression was slightly tired, and he paced slowly in front of Ye Mushen, "What's the matter, His Highness Jing woke up and wanted to regret it?" ”

“…… I didn't. Ling Shang's contemptuous tone made Ye Mushen angry, but he couldn't lose his temper at will.

"You want to go back, but you can't." Ling Shang calmly pierced him.

"I have been a ginseng at night, and I will never regret what I promised." Ye Mushen gritted his teeth with hatred.

"There's no harm in repenting." Ling Shang turned sideways and looked up at the clear String Moon, "I can let His Highness Jing live, and of course I can also make his life worse than death." ”

Ye Mushen frowned painfully, "You ......"

"You're so biased." Ling Shang playfully curled the corners of his lips.

"Me? Eccentricity? Ye Mushen's eyes widened inexplicably.

Although Ling Shang was laughing, he was laughing so hard that his heart trembled.

Ye Mushen's mind was blank, and he forgot his original intention of coming to Ling Shang.

He wanted to tear apart this man's excessively beautiful mask, and he wanted to rub him into his arms, and he jumped off the cliff and shattered his bones.