The first-level Zhaohua Thousand-level Hall

Chapter 134 A Rare Meeting
Although Lang Sheng's injury was not serious, he had Xu Qingluo's medical skills, and the man was consciously staying in the mansion under control, and he didn't risk his life any more. The foundation of his body was there, and he recovered very quickly. of.

Looking at Xu Qingluo leaving satisfied after checking the wound, Lang Sheng couldn't bear to blink his eyes.

The two have gotten along more naturally recently, and their relationship has become better.

She knew that there were more aspects of him under the general's appearance, such as not liking bitter medicine and eating sweets, but he was like a little girl. Of course, he concealed it very well.

He also knew that under her calm appearance, she actually had a willful heart. If she made a decision, she would not allow him to be obedient, otherwise she would have to make some small obstacles for him, such as in his medicine. Add some Coptis chinensis, for example, bring a pot of lotus seed tea every day, which is euphemistically called clearing the heart and reducing fire.

Another example is to let him eat those over-nourishing foods, and then when he is over-nourished and uncomfortable, he will smile smugly.

Thinking of the various relationships these days, the man's eyes showed reluctance. After a long time, he took out a letter from his pocket, and he had already familiarized the contents of that letter by heart.

Some things must be done.

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Just as Xu Qingluo put down the things at hand, Baicao came in carrying the things with a bitter face.

"How about it?"

Xu Qingluo looked at Baicao's expression, and the relief in his heart disappeared.

"Miss, Mrs. Lu'e didn't take those things. She said that Young Master Yang Qian protected the young lady. He chose it himself. She said that Young Master Yang Qian always remembered the kindness of the young lady. It was the young lady that you saved his life, even if he died. She is also proud of such a son who knows kindness, she can't accept those things, miss, you never owed their mother and son anything, but they both owe miss a lot."

When Baicao talked about Lu'e, her face was full of pity. To that poor woman, Yang Qian was everything. Even so, she got the news from Xu Qingluo that Yang Qian was the one He died to save Xu Qingluo, and after Yang Yunping found an opportunity to impersonate him, although he was in pain, he never resented, and the existence of Xu Qingluo who never resented directly caused Yang Qian's death.

Xu Qingluo was stunned, looking at the things that came back the same way. Apart from gold and silver, there were some medicinal materials for nourishing the body and calming the nerves, as well as the soup she cooked herself and the clothes that were tailored.

She prepared these things by herself, but in the end, she didn't dare to see Lv'e, she owed Yang Qian, she was sorry for that poor woman.

"Miss, I think Mrs. Lu'e seems a little disheartened. Do you think she will do something stupid?"

Baicao hesitated.

Xu Qingluo raised her head violently, and the next moment she stood up: "Baicao, you carry your things, let's go to Yang's house again."

No matter what, she promised Yang Qian to take care of Lu'e, so she should do what she said, there is nothing she can't face, she promised Yang Qian to take care of her mother, this promise will never change.

In the yard of the Yang family, there was only one old servant, and Lu'e was nowhere to be found.

It is said that he left shortly after Baicao left, it was a matter of front and rear feet

Xu Qingluo was really worried: "Think again, which direction is your wife going?"

The old servant was also worried, and hurriedly pointed the way.

All those things in Baicao's hands were thrown at Yang's house, and Xu Qingluo and Baicao chased in the direction pointed by the servant.

I kept asking people along the way, but the more I went, the more I went, the more I went.

There was gradually no sound of people around, Xu Qingluo suddenly stopped in his tracks: "Baicao, Mrs. Lu is too worried now, I think there is a tranquilizing pill among those gifts, you go and get it, or you have found someone. Madame is in a state of mind, and it is of no use."

Baicao didn't understand, so she looked at Xu Qingluo, wondering why she suddenly asked her to get some pills.

"Go!"

Xu Qingluo spat out words with a sense of command.

Seeing Baicao gradually walk away, Xu Qingluo turned around, took a deep breath, and walked forward step by step.

It would only be dangerous for Baicao to stay here.

She clasped a small amount of poison in her palm, and came out to see Lu'e. How could there be so many hurtful things around her? What's more, no matter how proficient she is in poison, it is not easy to refine a poison, let's not talk about it How rare are the poisonous flowers and plants needed, even the success rate of refining time and heat also needs to be considered.

Xu Qingluo encountered too many dangers a while ago, and he really used up most of the poison on his body. During this time, he was busy refining wound medicine for Lang Sheng, and he didn't have time to refine those poisons. There is no self-defense thing in hand, and it is too late to regret.

The feeling of crisis in her heart became more and more serious, but Xu Qingluo was still moving forward step by step. She didn't know whether the servant's words were true or false, but it was a fact that Lv'e disappeared. Must go too.

As they approached step by step, except for Xu Qingluo's footsteps, there was no sound for a while.

The girl stopped in her tracks, a raised hill was in front of her, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Xu Qingluo's face was full of surprise, he no longer cared about being cautious, and rushed towards the back of the hill.

Xu Qingluo stared at the picture in front of him in astonishment, unable to regain his senses for a long time, his eyes were full of stumps and blood, the blood was not dry yet, and it flowed down from the corpse, forming a pool of blood.

She thought the smell of blood came from Lu'e, and thought that the people behind Yang Yunping had kidnapped Lu'e to deal with her, but what she saw in front of her eyes was clearly the corpse of a man with all four limbs cut off by sharp weapons, and his face was covered with bruises. A dead man with a hideous twisted look and one eye wide open.

The third prince.

That face and the damaged eyes are unmistakable, there is only the third prince alone, and Xu Qingluo always believed that the third prince played a significant role in the assassination of the ceremony, but the emperor sent people to investigate for so long. So strict, the third prince never showed up, Xu Qingluo thought he had already sneaked out of Wuzhou City, how could he have thought that he would die here.

Still such a painful way to die.

Who killed the third prince, or was it a means of killing like this.

Xu Qingluo took a deep breath, filled with the smell of blood, making people sick, she stepped forward and gently brushed her hand over the third prince's body.

She withdrew her hand and stood up straight. She looked around, but she didn't see anyone. After thinking for a while, the girl said: "I don't know if you are still here, and who you are. If you are, the little girl has only one sentence." , Mrs. Lu'e is just an ordinary woman, she doesn't know anything, if you need anything, please come to me, don't hurt the innocent, otherwise, don't blame the little girl for getting hot when the time comes! Although the little girl is just a girl, I think I still have some Energy."

The girl's figure gradually disappeared in place. A man stood in the distance, rubbing his fingers, looking at her always upright back, and suddenly chuckled: "Interesting, it's so interesting."

The playfulness in the words is unabashed.

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"You help me find someone!"

Xu Qingluo spoke directly to Lang Sheng.

Lu'e's affairs should not be delayed, and Xu Qingluo will not shy away from the power that can be mobilized at this time.

"Who are you looking for?"

Lang Sheng asked the name directly.

"Yang Qian's mother, Mrs. Lu'e, when I went to Yang's house to find someone today."

Xu Qingluo told the man everything from going to Yang's mansion today to seeing the third prince's body later, there is no need to hide such things.

She didn't realize that Lang Cheng didn't look surprised when he heard the news of the third prince's death.

The man patted the girl's shoulder lightly, looked at the worry on her face, and comforted her softly: "Don't worry, Yang Qian's mother will be fine, you are tired today, take a good rest, tomorrow at the latest, I will I will bring her safely to you."

Listening to Lang Sheng's comforting words, Xu Qingluo smiled, a little reluctantly: "Yang Qian is already like that, if something happens to his mother, I will never feel at ease for the rest of my life."

"But if you are worried and get sick, I will be uneasy too."

The man held down the girl's shoulder and paused every word.

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"Yang Qian's mother is in your hands."

Lang Cheng looked at the handsome and sickly man who was shaking the folding fan with a cold face, his eyes were sharp.

Gong Ziyan tilted his head and smiled: "It's rare to see each other, and you doubt me when we meet, Lang Sheng, don't you miss the friendship between us at all?"

Lang Sheng bent his fingers, and looked at Young Master Yan coldly: "You and I know exactly what the so-called friendship of the same family is, Young Master Yan, just because I can tolerate you once or twice doesn't mean that I will allow you forever. Don't really kill off that bit of friendship from the same family, when the time comes, I'm afraid something you don't really want to see will happen."

This is already a threat.

Young Master Yan burst out laughing, and then laughed more and more happily, as if he was really in a good mood: "Look, look at this murderous look, you didn't treat me like this when Li Li was here. , It’s only been a few years, I forgot about Li Li, and with a newcomer, I’m so unfeeling even to my fellow disciple.”

Before Lang Sheng put his hand on his waist, Gong Ziyan continued in a joking tone: "I just don't know, has your beloved Miss Xu ever seen you turn so ruthless? Does she know? The one who really tortured and killed the third prince is you!"

A cold light flashed across, and Gong Ziyan had a long sword across his neck.

"Hehe, for the sake of Miss Xu, you really are merciless, but I want to ask you, have you forgotten why you rebelled against your master back then? It seems to be for your loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. The third prince is also the son of the emperor. , how did you do it, don’t you think it’s ironic when you think about yourself back then?”

"He colluded with people from the Western Regions to harm the people of Daqing. He is shameless, and his death is not a pity. Such a person is not worthy of my allegiance."

Lang Cheng paused every word, his words were as cold as a blade.

Just think of the things the third prince has done again and again, harming the country, the people, and the king, thinking of what the third prince said about Yang Yunping killing Yang Qian at his behest, thinking of Xu Qingluo's pain and guilt, and thinking of Xu Qingluo's actions at the ceremony. The arrow that protected the Ninth Prince, and thinking of the Third Prince's plan to rob Lv'e and threaten Xu Qingluo at the beginning, he did not regret killing the Third Prince.Such a person is not worthy of being called a child of the royal family, or even a human being, and death is not a pity.

"You were not such a decisive person in the past. In the final analysis, it was for a woman. Xu Qingluo's charm is not shallow, and he has done things that Li Li did not do. I really should study her carefully."

In Lang Sheng's eyes, the murderous intent was not concealed: "Luo'er has nothing to do with our affairs, if you involve her again, I will kill you!"

A strand of black hair fell from the side of Gong Ziyan's ears and neck, and fluttered to the ground.

With a clang, the long sword was put into its sheath: "I want to see Lu'e come back safely before tomorrow, otherwise, don't blame me for not thinking about the friendship of the same family anymore, and kill those minions in your hands!"

Gong Ziyan stretched out his hand to stroke his severed hair, feeling the neat incision there, and his faint voice reached Lang Cheng who opened the door with his back to leave: "Brother, don't forget the Gu worm on your body, The master does not allow anyone who goes against the wishes of the master. You should remember how Mo Li died. I don’t want the only few fellows around me who are able to talk to me to suffer from the pain of being devoured by thousands of insects. There is no place to die .”

Lang Sheng paused, opened the door and left without moving his head.

"Brother, there is one more thing I forgot to say. That thing was once in the hands of the Xu family, but it may not always be there. There is no solution in the world to the master's Gu poison."

After finishing this sentence talking to himself, Young Master Yanyou leisurely walked to the table and picked up the already cold tea on the table: "It's a pity that the top Mengshan Huangya is."

A sip of herbal tea entered his mouth and invaded his lungs. The man coughed violently. The handkerchief covered his mouth and nose, and when he picked it up again, it was covered with dark red blood, and even clotted blood.

Gong Ziyan's brows were indifferent, he casually threw the handkerchief aside, poured another bowl of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

Life is so boring, wouldn't it be a pity if you don't have fun and find something interesting in your short life?

The man slowly raised his lips and smiled viciously.

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Xu Qingluo didn't sleep almost all night. The Xu family really didn't have any advantage in Wuzhou City when it came to finding someone. Before dawn the next day, she couldn't sit still and got up to ask Lang Sheng.

The door opened wide, and Xu Qingluo's eyes met the man's.

There was nervousness on her face, she wanted to ask but dared not speak.

Lang Sheng slowly raised his lips, and gave Xu Qingluo a reassuring smile: "Fortunately, it's not a disgrace."

It's just these four words, but Xu Qingluo felt that they were the most beautiful and reassuring four words he heard.

Her eyebrows are curved like crescent moons.

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"aunt."

Xu Qingluo looked at a coarse shirt and skirt, she was very thin, and her face looked like a teenage woman who had aged out of thin air. At first, she hardly dared to recognize her.

"Miss Xu."

Lv'e stood up and smiled at Xu Qingluo. There was complete pain in that smile. For this woman who had suffered too much in the first half of her life, Yang Qian was all her hope and her life. But now, Yang Qian is gone, and most of her life is gone.

"sorry."

Sorry are the three most useless words in the world, but at this moment Xu Qingluo couldn't say any redundant words other than these three words.

Lu'e's eyes were a little red, she stretched out her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and she was still smiling: "I want to hear you talk about Qian'er, is that okay?"

"Ah."

Xu Qingluo nodded, facing a mother who lost her son, or a mother who lost her son because of herself, the guilt and pain in her heart almost overwhelmed her breath at this moment, but she still maintained With a smile, in front of Lv'e, in the most gentle tone, she told everything she knew about what happened to Yang Qian.

From the time of sunrise to the day after sunset, after talking for a long time, she still felt that she had said too little and knew too little. At that moment, Xu Qingluo's heart was full of that calm and youthful young man. Talking to Lv'e about the Yang Qian he knew, he recalled everything about Yang Qian time and time again, and recalled the mutual support he and that boy had had since they met.

"Every time Yang Qian saw those lonely books, he couldn't get away with the absolute books. Although I have some collections at home, they are too few after all. He later told me that most of the tutors who went to be the masters of the son's mansion were not for the sake of the son. The visit is for the collection of books in the son’s house.”

As Xu Qingluo said, Lu'e chuckled: "He too, has loved reading since he was a child, and the most important thing in the mansion is the young master who was born on the same day. He was wronged by this when he was young."

"He also likes to drink tea. You can see that he doesn't pay much attention to tea. He likes to drink any kind of tea. In fact, if there is top quality tea, he promises to savor it carefully for a long time, and then he likes to talk about the classics of tea at that time. .”

The heaviness in Xu Qingluo's heart unknowingly turned into simple nostalgia as she talked, her brows and eyes curved, and she remembered Yang Qian's appearance of dragging people to drop his bookbags.

"Miss Xu, you are a good girl. Qian'er chooses to protect you when he is in danger. He should do it. I am proud of him. As a mother, I don't know if I understand it right, but I think he wants to The most important thing is that when you think of him, you think of happiness, joy, not depression and pain. By the way, he told me that he likes to see you smile the most, and he feels happy when he sees you smile. "

Miss Xu, don't blame me, I just want you to remember Qian'er for a longer time, I just want Qian'er in your memory to be so good.

Lu'e smiled and looked at the gradually darkening sky in the sky, tears slowly slid down her cheeks, and the drops rolled down to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Her Qian'er should be very happy to protect her beloved woman.

As a mother, she didn't have any ideas in her life. She let her son suffer so many years of grievances, and for the last time, she fought for her son.

Lv'e left Yang's family later, and led her practice in Qiandeng Nunnery near Wuzhou City, where she set up a longevity tablet for Yang Qian, praying for blessings every day.

After Xu Qingluo found out, the only thing he could do was to donate a lot of money to Qiandeng Nunnery and ask the nuns in the nunnery to take care of Lu'e more.

She knew that for Lu'e, maybe that was what she wanted most, a quiet place, a place where she could miss her son wholeheartedly and pray for his son's next life.

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Xu Qingluo was painting for Lang Sheng. The man was standing in the garden with a sword casually in one hand, his eyes looking at the sky. He was dressed in a black brocade robe fluttering in the wind, looking extraordinarily mighty and heroic.

The pen in Xu Qingluo's hand could not be dropped for a long time. She looked at him and felt that there seemed to be something different about him, but she couldn't tell.

Painting people is different from painting flowers, grass, insects and fish. Those who are really good at painting people usually have a unique ability to observe, and sometimes what is shown in the painting is the essence of the person being painted.

"Is the painting finished?"

Lang Sheng couldn't help asking, a little uncomfortable, where did he get someone to paint, and he didn't stand so stupidly, that is, Xu Qingluo.

Xu Qingluo was about to reply when footsteps came from outside: "Miss, General, there is a letter from the capital."

It was Baicao's voice.

It was indeed a letter from the capital, a letter from Feitian. The emperor had inquired about Lang Sheng's injury. Feitian meant that since the emperor had inquired, there was no need to delay. If the injury recovered, it was best to go back this morning. There was one more thing in the letter , Lang Sheng's mother, Lang Huang, went to the General's Mansion in the capital.

Xu Qingluo looked at Lang Cheng's embarrassing way of opening his mouth a few times but still reluctant to give up, feeling a little empty in his heart, it was easy to get together and difficult to get together, it was rare that he had been with Lang Cheng for more than ten days, and he was about to leave again.

"Anyway, we have found someone to take over our pharmacy. After collecting some herbs unique to Wuzhou City near Wuzhou City, we will leave for the capital in half a month at most. You should go back early so that you can arrange it properly when I arrive. A reception banquet, if you don’t worry about it, I won’t accept it.”

Xu Qingluo felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but his face was light.

These ten or so days are already extra, and it's not impossible to see each other again.

She comforted herself so much in her heart, but thinking of Lang Sheng's mother, and thinking of the wife who had always been extremely strict with her dissatisfaction with her in her previous life, Xu Qingluo felt that she needed to make some preparations.

In her previous life, she was not a qualified good wife. She committed so many mistakes that would make an ordinary man lose face and abandon her. It is not surprising that Lang Sheng's mother didn't want to see her. If she is damaged, she must marry into Xu's family openly and aboveboard. She will be a good wife and daughter-in-law, and will not let men be in a dilemma.

Thinking of it this way, Xu Qingluo's heart was filled with fighting spirit for a moment, and he just looked at the painting that was not finished yet, but only outlined a few outlines, and felt a pity.

Lang Sheng didn't know what Xu Qingluo was thinking at this moment, he just looked at her deeply after hearing Xu Qingluo's words: "Luo'er, don't worry, I will definitely not let you suffer. Not aggrieved at all."

Whether he wants to ask the emperor for a marriage in the capital, or his mother, he can deal with it first when he goes back early. Maybe the day Xu Qingluo arrives in Beijing, he can take care of everything.

Thinking of this, the sadness in my heart also faded.

The man gently stroked the girl's hair, with no concealment of affection in his eyes: "I will definitely give you a beautiful wedding."

"I believe you."

Xu Qingluo returned like this.

The girl leaned her head on the man's chest: "I will get there as soon as possible."

I dont want you to go.

In the hearts of the man and the girl who were embracing each other, at this moment, the same sentence suddenly appeared.

(End of this chapter)