Wu Wangfu, rear compartment

It was the second half of the night, the rain had stopped, the dark clouds slowly dissipated, the cold waning moon shone on the man's pale face, and the white sheets had been stained red with blood, all the way to the wooden couch along the bed. The arrow wound was too deep, and his shoulder was already a little swollen, and what came out was blood-yellow, as if it had suppurated.

"How are you?" Song Ling stood beside his bedside and said worriedly. She looked anxious, completely oblivious to her own injuries.

Murong Ling's concerned gaze fell on her red shoulder, and his gaze tightened slightly.

"Flesh wounds, out of the way." He said lightly, looking at her worried look, he barely pulled out a smile, a smile that wanted to make her relax.

"Big brother, the doctor is here!" Murong Bao hurriedly led Lang Zhong over.

He looked at Murong Ling's bleeding left shoulder, frowned, his face was full of worry, and said, "Big brother, you are too badly injured, I'd better go and report to my father." ”

"Don't go! It's so late, don't alarm your father! ”

"But......" Murong Bao looked at Murong Ling's serious injuries and hesitated slightly.

"As soon as my father comes, do you want the whole house to know?"

Murong Ling handed him a color, and Murong Bao immediately understood and said no more.

After all, it was late at night, Murong Ling and Song Ling quietly entered King Wu's mansion through the back door, trying not to alarm the people in the mansion, while Murong Bao stayed at the back door to answer. He knew the whereabouts of his eldest brother very well, and every half month, he would go out of the house after nightfall and go to the house of the late Murong Ke, the king of Taiyuan, to exchange news with Murong Kai. The princess is enough to watch her father closely, but for their sons, she is not so wary. Every time Murong Ling left the mansion, they did everything they could cover. The brothers are limited to four watches, and if Murong Ling does not come back by the fourth watch, Murong Bao will quietly send his cronies out of the house to investigate.

Tonight, it was the first time that there was an accident, and it seemed that Fangtou's victory had attracted too much jealousy.

"Go and treat my eldest brother!" He hurriedly urged the doctor.

Who knows, Murong Ling waved his hand, and his gaze fell on Song Ling's blood-red shoulders again. By this time, the blood had already dyed her green clothes red, all the way to the sleeves of her forearms. She only cared about Murong Ling's injury, but she didn't realize it at all.

Song Ling hurriedly shook her hand and refused, but unexpectedly, this move happened to involve the cracked wound, she frowned tightly in pain, but still said forcefully, "I'm really fine, it's just a little bit of skin, doctor, go and see Shizi's injury!" ”

At this time, Murong Bao found out that the girl was also injured. Seeing that his eldest brother was injured before, he was concerned and didn't care about this extra little girl.

"You're also injured, and you've bled a lot."

In the end, it is a daughter's family, why did she shed so much blood, and she didn't say a word.

"It's just a bruise, it really doesn't matter. Leave me alone, get arrows for the son! I'm afraid that the longer the arrow stays in his body, the more serious the suppuration infection will be! ”

"Big brother, I think this little girl has a point. Prioritize things, now you're hurt too badly to put it off! You let the doctor see it first, and I'll go and get some gold sore medicine from my father for this girl, and stop the bleeding first. Duan's ancestral gold sore medicine, you know the effect, so don't worry. Murong Bao persuaded.

He looked at Song Ling, and couldn't help thinking in his heart, the eldest brother was so seriously injured, and insisted that the doctor give this girl a first look at the injury, it seems that the eldest brother is quite attentive to her.

Before Murong Ling could speak, he had already said to Song Ling one step in advance, "Let's go, if you are here again, my eldest brother will not be able to heal his injuries with peace of mind." ”

"I want to ......"

She wanted to make sure he was safe before leaving.

"You want to see my eldest brother take off his clothes and take arrows!" Murong Bao couldn't help but half-urge and half-quip.

Song Ling's face turned red suddenly, and he quickly explained, "No, it's not! ”

"Kugou, what are you talking about!" Murong Ling shouted.

This fourth brother is usually open-mouthed, but today in front of the girl, how can he speak so casually.

Murong Ling was angry just now, and he couldn't help but drive the arrow wound on his shoulder, he frowned in pain, snorted, and was unable to speak for a while.

Seeing this, Song Ling also felt that if she was here again, she would only make Murong Ling unintentional to recuperate, not to mention, it was really inconvenient for men and women to be different.

Therefore, she took the initiative to say to Murong Bao, "Let's go." ”

Before leaving the door, she couldn't help but glance back at him.

When Murong Bao saw it, he thought to himself, this little girl really cares about my eldest brother.

"Let's go, this is the best Langzhong in Yecheng, you don't have to worry, we'll come to see him later."

"Okay." She nodded.

"By the way, how did you know my eldest brother?"

"Huh?"

"You saved my big brother tonight? Or did my eldest brother save you? ”

"This ...... It was the son of the world who saved me. ”

"How could you provoke such a powerful enemy from a girl's family?"

"I ......"

"So, my eldest brother is actually going to see you tonight? You guys have a late-night tryst?! ”

"Tryst? It's not ......"

......

This Murong Bao, what is going on in his head?

I asked her for most of the day, how do you want her to answer these questions?

When she took the medicine and went back to see Murong Ling, the arrow in his left shoulder had already been taken out, and the wound had already been bandaged.

Murong Ling had fallen into a deep sleep, and there was still no blood on his face. The doctor said that his arrow wound was so deep that he needed at least 10 days of rest to recover.

A burly middle-aged man sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his injured son on the bed, his face full of concern and distress.

I don't know how many times I have watched Murong Ling get injured, he has no eyes for swords on the battlefield outside, and it is difficult to defend against hidden arrows in the court inside, as his son, he has suffered!

He slowly stretched out his hand and wiped away the cold sweat that broke out on Murong Ling's forehead. For a moment, a bad premonition suddenly flashed in his heart, as if one day, he would lose this best son of his, his most important heir!

No, it won't! My son is brave and resolute, and he has experienced a hundred battles, how can he easily have an accident!

After returning to Yecheng, he was always restless, and he rarely slept at night, so it was inevitable that he would have some cranky thoughts. I'm still old, I'm old!

Murong Trai didn't stay for long, as if he came quietly without telling everyone.

Perhaps, this is fatherly love! Whether he is a high-ranking prince and general, or an ordinary village mountain man, if his son is injured, no matter how far and difficult it is, the father will put down everything in his hand and take a look. If you don't see this, you can't rest assured.

It is self-evident, as deep as a mountain.

The sky was soon bright, and Murong Chui couldn't sleep all night.

Murong Ping, he was in such a hurry to do it!

Although Qi Feng didn't bring it back, I heard Qi Feng say that the group of black-clothed people who attacked Ling'er last night were all extraordinary and well-trained, like people in the army. Most of Dayan's military power is in the hands of Murong Ping, and he is the one who wants to put their father and son to death the most. The attack should have nothing to do with him.

****

As soon as it was dawn that day, the Zhao family waited in front of the door of Murong Chui's house early. This door, she always looks at from afar, looking at the man she loves and other women from afar, and this simple door easily cuts off her unattainable happiness.

If it weren't for Lin'er this time, she would never have had the courage to come over, and she didn't know how much strength she would have to use to look up in order to say a few words to the man who was high in her heart.

She knew that he was very busy, and there were a lot of things to worry about in the court, and every time he went to court, he was so busy that he disappeared, even if he was not working at night, it was rare to have a spring night, and she didn't dare to come to Concubine Duan to ask for King Wu. Thinking about it, it was only this moment in the morning, and he might be able to spare some time, if not, then she would wait another day.

Don't laugh at her humble love, there are so many infatuated people in the world, how many are really happy?

After standing in the cold wind for an hour, she couldn't help but shiver a little, rubbing her hands repeatedly, and patting her slightly stiff cheeks from time to time, for fear that she would be too embarrassed to see the appearance of the prince.

At this time, she only heard a steady footstep not far away, and she quickly looked up, and the man she was thinking about was within a few steps of her.

She was a little surprised, a little happy, and a little panicked, and didn't know what to say for a while.

This is one of the few times they have seen each other alone in a few years.

However, she was suddenly stunned again, and the direction in which King Wu came seemed to be the room of the prince.

She thought that she would wait from Concubine Duan's room for the moment he opened the door, but this kind of encounter did not make her happiness last long.

She couldn't help but think of the son who had been waiting for him in the cold wind the night before, and that was how sad she was as a mother.

Lord Wang, Lord Wang, if you chat with Murong Ling for two nights in a row, can't you take a moment and a half to meet Lin'er?

He's your son, too!

Is it that hard to give him a little bit of time?!

It's easy for the prince to see you, but Lin'er, how long will it take to wait for your concern!

When Murong Chui saw Zhao, he was also stunned, he didn't think that she would take the initiative to find him.

In his impression, she is the kind of unknown woman who will not invite pets or make any trouble for him.

"Something?"

His voice was a little cold, and Ling'er's injury made him very worried, and he really didn't have any other thoughts to take care of other people's feelings.

Zhao was startled, only to find that King Wu had already walked in front of her, and she quickly knelt down and saluted, "See the prince." ”

"No need." He waved his hand, a little tired, and spent the night with his son, worried all night, he was somewhat tired.

"So early, you're here?"

Although he doesn't know that much about the Zhao family, he can make her wait here early in the morning, there should be something.

It's just that all his thoughts are now in Ling'er's injuries and the struggle in the court, and he really has no time or power to take care of other things.

Besides, a woman in the Zhao family won't be a big deal.

"I ......" Murong Chui's familiar face was right in front of her eyes, and she could feel the breath of his words even when she raised her head slightly, and she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Zhao pinched the corner of his clothes, not knowing how to speak for a while.

Maybe they really haven't spoken for too long, and she doesn't even know how to open the scene or whether they need to greet each other or not.

The words that had been prepared all night were overwhelmed by the anticipation of the day and night the moment they saw him.

"If it's okay, go back and accompany Lin'er, I'll go to court later."

With exhaustion and indifference, he quickly ended the conversation between them. All his thoughts now are on his bleeding son, and he still has too much energy to ask about other things.

After Murong Chui finished speaking, he was about to leave, and he had to prepare to go to the court, ready to start a life-and-death duel with Murong Ping, an old fox!

Seeing that King Wu was about to leave in a hurry, Zhao subconsciously blurted out, "Lord Wang, can you spare some time to see Lin'er, to see your son, he has always wanted to see you!" ”

Her voice was very loud and bright, and she was startled after saying it, she never thought that she would dare to talk to the prince in such a tone.

Murong was stunned, his brows that had been frowning tighter, only to hear him say coldly, "Just because of this, do you want to bother me?" ”

She only thinks about her son, what about his Ling'er, his Ling'er was almost poisoned last night, and now he is still injured and lying in bed, and now there are so many urgent things in front of him, can't she learn from Concubine Duan and be empathetic?

Zhao was stunned, this is the matter? Her son, in his eyes, can only be counted as this little thing?!

In the next second, she couldn't control her emotions anymore, and vented her infatuation and resentment in the past few years.

"What's the matter? The affairs of the son of the world are major events, and the affairs of Lin'er are so insignificant in your eyes? He is also your son, my lord, have you ever cared for him? ”

The timing of Zhao's arrival was really not the right time, it was the time when Murong Chui was most upset.

He was already furious, and he was angry at the thought of his son, who had almost died. Thinking that his Ling'er lost his mother at a young age, he didn't expect these women in his house to treat Ling'er as his own and love him, and now even the Zhao family, who has always been pure and simple, has to fight for his son's favor and care here, how can he not be angry!

Murong Lin has a mother, and his Ling'er, apart from him, who else can really love him!

They never thought that his love for Murong Ling was to give his deceased mother's share!

He actually thought about it deeply, and the more he thought about it, the more chilling he became, if something happened to his Ling'er last night, these people would be happy!

"The affairs of the son of the world, in my place, are a big deal!" He flicked his sleeves and walked straight past Zhao.

Zhao was stunned in place, and she finally knelt on the ground weakly and cried loudly.

At this moment, she lost her reason, and she didn't want to care about the eyes of others that might be alarmed, she didn't care anymore.

Because, the heartache, has overshadowed everything.

Until the gusts of cold wind blew repeatedly, drying her tears, and it seemed to wake her up a little.

In Murong Chui's heart, there is only one son, Murong Ling, her Lin'er, he has never taken it to heart!

Cruelty is better than ruthlessness, and grief is better than heart death.

She slowly wiped away her tears and staggered towards her residence, she wanted to be strong, because her son was still waiting for her.

They didn't know that behind the big tree not far away, there was a child's figure, it was Murong Lin.

Zhao didn't know that not long after she went out this morning, her delicate-minded son also got up early and followed all the way.

The scene just now was seen in his eyes, his father's indifference and his mother's humility all turned into an incomplete childhood.

He was sad and sad for his mother, but all kinds of sadness came to him, his heart hurt, but he couldn't cry anymore. Since then, from the moment he wiped away his tears in his mother's arms the night before.

The autumn wind in Yecheng, strong and cold, blew his eyes, dried his unshed tears, and blew away his last extravagant desire for fatherly love.

He turned away, not telling his mother that he was coming, nor would he let her know what he had seen.

Because he knows that the only one who can protect that fragile woman is his son!

Since it is so difficult for him to seek a little love with his mother, then why bother to make the life of their mother and son so difficult!

****

It's still like this early in the morning, it's still such a long street, under the Fengyang Gate, the young man is standing in the rain, as if waiting for someone.

It's just that the wind and rain have stopped, but Murong Chong didn't see her as usual.

"I'm here to see the Phoenix God, to see this gate that can bring stability and peace to Yecheng."

"What about you? What are you doing again? ”

"I'm here to see the great rivers and mountains of Yecheng."

Didn't you come today?