She is still, so reckless, just like chasing war horses out of the long street back then.

Fireworks are easy to be cold, people's hearts are changeable, he has seen too much warmth and cold, experienced too many joys and sorrows, her undisguised truth, in his opinion, is particularly precious.

"I'm too late to keep you waiting."

"It's okay, I'm okay if I'm idle."

She has affectionate eyebrows and a light smile like a flower, as long as he can come, she is willing to wait no matter how late.

"Sit down."

It was rare to have close contact with Murong Ling alone, Song Ling obviously looked a little nervous and at a loss, she pulled out the chair and stool and beckoned Murong Ling to sit down.

She touched the teapot on the table, bothered to prepare, the tea was still good, but it was cold.

"The tea is already cold, I don't know if the store has slept so late." She was at a loss for what to do with the teapot, not knowing whether to go to the store or to leave it, obviously a little cramped, and her face was embarrassed.

"Don't bother."

Murong Ling pulled her to sit down, took the teapot from her hand, filled it up, and drank it in one gulp.

He put down the teacup and lowered his head and sighed, "There is nothing to pay attention to in this place." ”

A lot of melancholy, a little sadness, it's hard to describe his situation.

He and his father fell into the Qin State, who expected that Wang Meng was ruthless and vicious, and he actually used a golden knife scheme to put his father and son to death. If the trick fails, there must be a follow-up. Even if they had the opportunity to return to Qin, their father and son might not be able to save the family.

If you climb high and look south, the land of Yecheng is beyond your eyes, but it reaches your heart, and you will be sad that he has returned to his homeland, but he has been exiled here.

People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and the end of the world is not home!

The world is big, Yan Qin is wide, where is the place where he and his father settle down!

Song Ling seemed to see his sorrow and understand his heartache, she couldn't tell how much she wanted to help him get out of such a ghost place.

"Have you ever thought about changing this situation?" She asked tentatively.

Who knows, her words made Murong Ling's eyes immediately vigilant, he poured tea and drank it again, but he just didn't answer.

She felt in her heart that in the troubled times, he was as outstanding as Murong Ling, how could he be willing to succumb to the land of Shacheng, did he have a plan? It's just that he still suspects that she is the queen mother's meticulous work, thinking that she is here to listen to the news, so he doesn't want to say more to her?

"I went to King Wu's study that night, in fact, ......"

She had long wanted to explain this matter to him. It's just that he and her come and go in a hurry, the roads are different, and it is so difficult to see each other.

"I know you have unspeakable grievances, and I don't blame you." Murong Ling put down the teacup and said lightly.

Hearing Murong Ling say this, Song Ling's heart that had been hanging finally let go a little.

It turned out that he didn't misunderstand her, let alone blame her.

"Then why don't you take me with you?" She was in a hurry and asked the question in her mind.

"Your brother is still in Yecheng Prison, you are worried about your brother, how can you go?"

"Besides, I didn't know what the road ahead would be, you stay in Yecheng, at least it's safe."

Song Ling smiled like a child, "Then you, do you still believe me?" ”

"Believe." He looked at her, barely thinking about it, and blurted out.

She also looked at him, believing that his answer at this time was sincere, but for some reason, she always felt that she couldn't see through him, as if he didn't want her to see through.

"Actually, you already have a plan, don't you?"

Murong Ling turned his face away from her questioning gaze, "The less you know, the safer it is for you." ”

"I want to help you!" She insisted.

But Murong Ling got up at this time, "Go back to Yecheng, this place in Shacheng is not suitable for a long time!" ”

"I'm not leaving!" She also stood up and said firmly.

Murong Ling took a deep look at her, didn't say anything more, and walked out the door.

"Murong Ling! Don't you want to leave me behind this time! ”

"Since I'm here, I'm not leaving!"

"The road you want to take, whether it is good or bad, I will be with you!"

Seeing that he was leaving, she rushed over and hugged him tightly from behind, what she wanted to say, those unfinished loves, she wanted to tell him one by one.

She didn't want to leave any regrets for herself.

He was stunned, only to feel a heat in his heart, as if there was an indescribable feeling slowly fermenting, he didn't know whether it was good or bad, just as he didn't know the future blessings and misfortunes.

He slowly broke away from her hand, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he was sad in his heart and had no choice but to say coldly, "If you don't leave, I'll go." ”

Song Ling, you and I have never been fellow travelers.

He sighed deeply and strode away without further pause.

****

For several days, Murong Ling did not come again.

Perhaps, he wanted to force her to leave in such a silent way.

After reading the bitterness of parting at the end of the world, I know that lovesickness is endless.

This time, no matter the ends of the earth, no matter if it is difficult or dangerous, she will not leave him if she says anything!

Song Ling thought all the way and had already walked to the quarry.

He didn't want to see her, but she couldn't give up coming to him.

Murong Ling's hair was messy, and he squatted in the east corner, as if he was whispering to a man next to him.

Song Ling looked closely, only to feel that the man looked a little familiar, as if it was the man who stood next to Murong Ling and laughed at him when she first came to Shacheng that day.

She was just about to walk over, but saw a fierce figure walking in the distance. Murong Lin held the long whip in his hand, his eyes were cold, and his steps were extremely fast, and he walked towards Murong Ling violently.

Murong Ling didn't seem to see Murong Lin, and he seemed to deliberately pretend not to see it, but he was still chatting with Shegui next to him, which once again angered Murong Lin, who wanted to play official power.

"I still want to be idle! Work! Murong Lin raised his whip, and as soon as he whipped, a long blood mark suddenly appeared on Murong Ling's back.

He gasped in pain, this time, he didn't go to work immediately, but turned his face and looked straight at Murong Lin, as if he wanted to capture the last brotherly affection in his eyes.

Only this time, Murong Lin once again disappointed him.

In Murong Ling's eyes, there was no hatred, no blame, but there was a trace of unspeakable desolation, that kind of coldness, like the despair of helplessness in the end.

Murong Lin was stunned when he saw it, at his age, he didn't seem to understand, but at this time, he chose to use cold-bloodedness and hatred to face his brother who had taken away his favor since he was a child.

It was also at this time that he and Murong Ling both chose the path of the future.

"Look at what!" Murong Lin waved his whip again, he seemed to be impatient to avoid Murong Ling's gaze, forcing the cold blood to completely pour into his whole body, washing away his last conscience, just for the pleasure of revenge.

Only this time, a slender hand grabbed the long whip in mid-air, and she wrapped her palm around the whip and landed lightly, as if she were dancing.

"Murong Lin! Even if you beat your own big brother, are you still human! She held the long whip tightly and confronted Murong Lin.

"Nosy!"

Murong Lin glanced at Song Ling coldly, his eyes full of disgust. He stepped back sharply with his right foot, clenched the whip, and pulled around his wrist.

Her whole body was pulled forward, and a trail of blood quickly strangled her palm.

I didn't expect this Murong Lin to have so much strength at such a young age.

Murong Lin was still pulling the long whip fiercely, without the slightest hint of pity and pity, and blood was already flowing down the lines of her palm.