King Xian looked at Eleven lightly, "If you want to live, you must do what this king wants."

The pain of suffocation has not completely dissipated, and the throat that was pinched by King Xian just now hurts, "Why won't I grab anything and won't take anything?"

He really didn't think about any throne, why couldn't these people let him go.

King Xian seemed to guess what he was thinking. showed a disdainful chuckle: "Do you think that if you do nothing, Concubine Ning, they will live in peace?" She was preparing for a miracle. Push you, a nobleman, to the front of the stage. ”

Eleven's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You don't know yet, do you?" King Xian looked down at him and stood with his hands in his hands.

King Xian is polite on the surface. A gentle and modest gentleman, but ruthless in his bones, and extremely vicious in his methods, he has seen all of them over the years.

"Concubine Ning has gathered some of her close ministers to give you advice."

"But I," Eleven wanted to say that he didn't know anything, and that none of this was his business.

But when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say them, and even if he said it, King Xian wouldn't believe it.

He slumped in his wheelchair, shaking all over.

"There's one more day." King Xian smiled at him and stretched out his hand to turn his wheelchair to the door, "Eleventh brother, let's go back early, so as not to worry Concubine Ning." ”

He said this last thing deliberately loud. The guards outside the door could all hear it clearly.

Eleven's whole body stiffened and he pushed him out of the Shuyi Palace.

The guards at the door looked at him with lingering pity in their eyes.

Eleven closed his eyes and turned his wheelchair to slowly leave.

With each step, his heart tightened, and before he could go far, he suddenly felt a darkness in front of him. He fell headlong out of his wheelchair and into the bushes.

On the second day, it rained lightly. Double abundant blood.

From midnight, the light rain has been dripping, and the cold air carries the scent of earth.

Su Baitong looked out of the car window, and a gust of wind blew. With a little bit of rain, splashing her clothes.

An arm suddenly reached out from behind her and took her all backwards into his arms.

"Is it cold or not?" The beautiful male voice seemed to come out of the piano, and the tail note went up, even if she didn't look back, she knew the smile on the man's face at the moment.

Su Baitong leaned on his arms and didn't move, but his eyes kept looking out the car window, "It's almost spring." ”

Ling Xiaotian raised his big coat and wrapped Su Baitong inside, "The weather is warmer, and the tenth brother is good to walk." ”

Su Baitong snuggled firmly in his arms, didn't answer for a long time, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Ling Xiaotian turned his face to look at her, "What are you worried about?" ”

Su Baitong blinked, "No, I'm thinking about why His Highness the Eleventh is inviting us to set up a banquet for the tenth brother this time." ”

Ling Xiaotian smiled slightly, "I have a deep relationship with my tenth brother, and Eleven naturally knows about it. After a pause, he patted her lightly on the shoulder, "Don't worry, the tenth brother must have sensed something, and he will definitely not let the eleven cause trouble again today." ”

"Did you tell the tenth brother?" Su Baitong turned his head to look at him.

"No, I didn't say anything." Ling Xiaotian raised his eyebrows, "The tenth brother is so smart, what can be hidden from him, but it is just because of the affection between the brothers, it is better not to say some words." ”

The affection of the brothers in the royal family is already scarce and pitiful, and it can't withstand squandering at all.

"The eleventh brother is slowly consuming the tenth brother's feelings for him." A hint of gloom flashed in Ling Xiaotian's eyes, "In the past, the tenth brother would spoil him everywhere and protect him because he felt that he owed Eleven, even if he could see through the red dust and the wheel of other people's lives, he could only see through the things around him." ”

"There is a way, and those who approve their lives do not approve their own lives." Su Baitong muttered.

"Yes, but even so, there will always be a day when he will see clearly."

The carriage jolted, and Ling Xiaotian immediately hugged Su Baitong tighter.

The feast was held in Concubine Ning's palace.

In fact, not only Su Baitong, but even Ling Xiaotian didn't want to come to this place.

But Concubine Ning didn't allow Eleven to leave the palace at all, so he could only hold a banquet here.

To everyone's surprise, Ling Jingxiao came very late.

Concubine Ning was cold and sat on the main seat, Eleven sat beside her, with clear scars on her face, although she had been medicated, she still looked a little terrifying.

One of the wounds lay under his eye, and the wound was so deep that even if it healed, it would leave a scar.

Concubine Ning was sullen, but Eleven seemed to be extremely happy, and she didn't care that her face would be completely ruined because of this.

When Ling Jingxiao saw Eleven's face, she was also stunned.

"How is this going on?" He couldn't help but look at Concubine Ning.

When Ling Xiaotian and Su Baitong came, they had already heard Eleven tell them about the origin of the face injury, so they hurriedly interjected: "Brother Eleven came back yesterday and accidentally fell into the bushes and scratched his face. ”

Ling Jingxiao stepped forward to hold Eleven's chin and carefully examine his face, frowning.

Eleven smiled innocently, "Brother Ten don't worry, it will be fine in a few days." ”

Concubine Ning looked at Ling Jingxiao coldly, her eyes were cold.

"Yesterday, if Jingxiao could send Eleven back in person, this would not have happened."

Ling Jingxiao's body stiffened slightly, and she slowly let go of Eleven.

"What Concubine Ning said is that it's all the fault of the little monk." He took a step back, folded his hands, and actually performed a Buddha salute.

Even Eleven was stunned.

Although His Royal Highness the Tenth is a lay disciple, but this is in the palace, he has never regarded himself as a little monk in front of Concubine Ning before, and today it is

Su Baitong's eyes overflowed with a look of sadness or pity.

Gassho thought that it was a flower, and as an offering, His Highness Gu Shi's heart had already given up the last worldly feelings.

Ling Jingxiao's move was like a steel needle, piercing straight into Concubine Ning's heart, she looked at him, and suddenly she had a strange feeling.

Ling Jingxiao's eyes in front of her were clear, and her handsome face had long since disappeared from the uneasiness she had faced before, replaced by suppleness and peace.

Concubine Ning's lips twitched a few times, and she swallowed back the words of blame in the back.

Eleven hurriedly said, "Brother Ten, come and sit, there are no outsiders here today." ”

Ling Jingxiao sat down at this time.

The banquet is very rich, and the light rain outside the hall drips down the eaves, which is quite sad.

Eleven seems to have a lot of words today, and he has a smile on his face all the time.

Ling Xiaotian only accompanied Ling Jingxiao to drink three glasses and then put down the wine cup.

Eleven didn't know why, Ling Xiaotian smiled, "Your sixth sister-in-law is staring at it now, and she can't have more than three cups a day." ”

Because Ling Xiaotian had hurt his vitality, Su Baitong had been helping him recuperate recently, but in front of Ling Jingxiao, Ling Xiaotian obviously didn't plan to say it.

Concubine Ning was full of resentment, and quickly found an excuse to retire.

From beginning to end, she didn't ask Ling Jingxiao a word about him leaving Beijing.

"Brother Ten left Beijing this time, when will he come back?" Eleven asked.

Ling Jingxiao twisted the Buddha beads in her hand, with a warm smile on the corner of her lips, "When you return, you will naturally return." ”

After the retreat, Eleven left them to drink tea and rest in the side hall.

Ling Jingxiao stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the rain under the eaves outside the window, and the cold wind mixed with fishy smell blew in, which shocked people's spirits.

Ling Xiaotian walked over and stood beside him, "I won't send you tomorrow." ”

"Hmm." Ling Jingxiao responded lightly, he knew that Ling Xiaotian didn't like to part.

The two of them had been standing in front of the window watching the rain, and they didn't know how long it had been, when Ling Xiaotian turned around, he suddenly found that only he and Ling Jingxiao were left in the hall.

His Highness Eleventh and Su Baitong did not know where to go.