【Kuan Xin】Snake and Venom

Tang Shun was as slender as jade, standing in front of the stove with his hands behind his back, his eyes were warm, he stared quietly at the rising white smoke, his face as handsome as a bright moon was calm and calm, he said suddenly: "The fireworks are over. ?"

Qian Se lowered her head slightly, and said in a respectful tone, "Return to Young Master, it's time for a stick of incense after the incense burner is finished."

Tang Shun's eyes were slightly condensed, his eyes were full of light, his expression was always indifferent, and he could not see any joy or anger. He turned around and moved to the window, raised his eyes to look out of the window, in the dark night, the white light was shining brightly, his eyes were full The stars were shining all over the sky, and he said to himself, "It seems that these days, the days of cloudy and rainy days are less, and it really is after the rain..."

Tang Shun stared deeply at a certain direction, he suddenly thought of something, a faint murderous look flashed in his eyes, and he asked without any emotion: "Where is Lin Yao?"

Qian Se answered truthfully: "Lin Yao escaped from Kaifeng under the cover of her eight subordinates. Five of the eight were arrested. Three of them took the opportunity to escape. Liang Zhu has sent additional men to hunt them down. The five arrested all took poison. Suicide, apart from identifying them as members of the Yinbing Pavilion from the tattoo marks on their bodies, there is nothing left to gain."

Tang Shun raised his eyebrows slightly, his face turned cold: "Liang Dutou led so many people to surround him, and he couldn't even catch Lin Yao."

Qian Se said hesitantly, "Letting Lin Yao go seems to be Master Yuan's order."

When Tang Shun heard the words, a hint of puzzlement flashed in his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, he figured it out. If Lin Yao couldn't go back to Daxia, then Yuan Zhongxin's plan to lure the snake out of the cave would not be realized.

Anyway, someone had to bring back the news of Yuan Zhongxin's death, so their hard work would not be in vain.

Tang Shun tilted his head slightly, and a cold voice sounded in the dim room: "Go and get Shili and the others ready. In two quarters of an hour, we will go to the secret pavilion to pick up people."

Qian Se replied "Yes" and quietly exited the room.

An hour later, the wooden steward came to the back door of the secret pavilion as promised, waiting for Tang Shun and the others to arrive. Not long after arriving, as expected, there was a knock on the door. Tang Shun in black, Shili and the others, he hurriedly bowed his head and saluted: "Young Master."

The four of Tang Shun walked into the secret pavilion and looked around. Tang Shun asked worriedly, "Where's Yuan Zhongxin?"

The wooden steward frowned, with an unbearable expression: "The pulse is gone, but the breathing is still there, it's just too shallow, and Mr. Yuan did the last acupuncture to seal the acupoints before he came back to the secret pavilion, which made him so weak. "

Tang Shun frowned tightly, and his tone was full of anger: "It's come this far, why is he still acting like this?"

The wooden steward bit the bullet and explained: "It seems that before Mr. Yuan came back, the poison happened to be half-dead, and if he didn't give the needle, he wouldn't be able to come back at all."

Tang Shun felt angry and helpless, sighed heavily: "Take us to Qizhai."

As soon as Tang Shun stepped into the backyard of Qizhai, he immediately saw Yuan Zhongxin sleeping peacefully on the bench, his upper body was tightly hugged by Wang Kuan, his delicate and beautiful face was lifeless, and his face was as pale as The paper is not a bit rosy, and he is wearing a blue and white cloud pattern silk embroidered robe, which makes him even more fragile. Yuan Zhongxin, who has no life and soul, exudes a strange beauty.

Before Tang Shun came, Wang Kuan wiped the blood from Yuan Zhongxin's mouth and changed him again. He didn't want Yuan Zhongxin to dislike him because of the blood-stained clothes when he woke up again.

Zhao Jian and the others stood by his side silently, the atmosphere was oppressive and unbearable.

Sensing the slight change in the wind, Zhao Jian and the others turned their heads to look at Tang Shun. The emotions in their eyes were extremely complicated. They all looked forward to Tang Shun's arrival, but they didn't want him to come, because Tang Shun was here to save Yuan Zhongxin. But before that, Tang Shun had to take Yuan Zhongxin away first.

Tang Shun nodded slightly to Zhao Jian and the others to say hello, and then walked straight towards Yuan Zhongxin's direction. Zhao Jian's heart beat slightly, and she stood in front of Tang Shun all of a sudden, hesitating to speak.

Tang Shun asked patiently: "Miss Zhao, what's the matter?"

Zhao Jian pursed his lips, looked at Wang Kuan worriedly, and said hesitantly: "Wang Kuan's mood is very unstable now, you... don't provoke him."

Tang Shun's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded calmly, then walked around Zhao Jian to the bench, looked down at the two of them condescendingly, and said lightly: "It's time, he should go."

Wang Kuan remained motionless as if he had never heard of it.

Tang Shun's eyes darkened slightly, and he said indifferently: "If you want Yuan Zhongxin to sleep like this and never wake up again, you should hold him forever and don't let go."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the backyard suddenly changed.

The four of Zhao Jian's hearts all thumped, and they frowned dissatisfiedly and looked at Tang Shun with a cold face.

Why doesn't this guy open which pot and lift which pot!

Wang Kuan's eyes suddenly rose violently, and he looked at Tang Shun with scarlet eyes, but the latter looked calmly at him, looking at him leisurely.

Just when everyone thought Wang Kuan would make trouble, he said in a hoarse voice, "Where are you taking him?"

Tang Shun was silent.

Wang Broadband begged in a low voice, "Tell me..."

Tang Shun refused without thinking: "No."

Wei Yanei glanced back and forth between Wang Kuan and Tang Shun, showing embarrassment, and persuading him: "Tang Shun, just tell him, it can be regarded as coaxing him, and giving him reassurance."

Tang Shun raised his eyes and looked directly at Wei Yanei, and said mercilessly: "Tell him? He can't even let go now. If I tell him, how can you ensure that he has such great willpower not to go to Yuan Yuan?" Zhong Xin? Don’t tell me you can stop him, Wang Kuan is leaving, none of you can stop him.”

Wei Yanei was speechless, and what Tang Shun said was indeed very reasonable. If Wang Kuan knew the place where Yuan Zhongxin detoxified and recuperated, he would definitely not be able to resist looking for Yuan Zhongxin.

Wang Kuan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, and his arms holding Yuan Zhongxin tightened even more.

He didn't want to let go, really didn't want to...

But if he doesn't let go, Yuan Zhongxin will be killed by himself.

Tang Shun turned to look at the door of Qizhai, and then said to Wang Kuan: "Wang Kuan, Yuan Zhongxin told you all his plans because he believed in you. Are your actions worthy of his trust? Yuan Zhongxin Xin's self-indictment letter has probably been sent to the emperor, and the person sent by your sage will arrive soon, and if he doesn't leave, it will be too late."

Wang Kuan's eyes were about to split, and he bit the tip of his tongue till it was dripping with blood. A trace of blood filled his nostrils, and he regained his focus a little bit, only then did his tightly locked arms loosen a little.

Seeing this, Tang Shun leaned over and hugged Yuan Zhongxin into his arms, his movements were gentle and light. Although he knew that Yuan Zhongxin would not open his eyes at this time, he was still worried that his movement would disturb him.

Wang Kuan grabbed Tang Shun's arm, and he stared at Tang Shun with an extremely unfriendly gaze, mottled and surging with arrogance in his eyes, every word was filled with the power of destroying heaven and earth, and said in a hoarse voice: " Give me back your thoughts that you shouldn't have, and take good care of him, if there is something wrong with him, I will destroy you first, and then destroy your Daliao dark soldiers!"

Tang Shun remained silent for a while, pursing his lips tightly, looking back at Wang Kuan with the same hostile gaze, and retorted unwillingly to show weakness: "Even if you don't need to tell me, I will definitely take good care of him. Love can think whatever he wants, even I can't control it, so what can you do to me?"

The fire in Wang Kuan's eyes lit up, he squinted, and a sneer sneered suddenly from the corner of his mouth: "If you want to taste the feeling of returning disappointed, you can try to be tempted by him."

Zhao Jian and the others stood aside all the time, scanning the two of them back and forth without saying a word, feeling a little strange for no reason.

Now is Yuan Zhongxin's life and death juncture, you two are still in the mood to be jealous and confront each other?

Thanks to Yuan Zhongxin's falling asleep, if he was awake, he would have fainted.

Wei Yanei couldn't see it anymore, and couldn't help complaining: "I know you two are aggressive like roosters, but now can you deal with the business at hand first, and you two want to fight and choose another auspicious day."

Wang Kuan and Tang Shunxiang were not pleasing to the eye, and secretly snorted coldly, not wanting to pay any more attention to each other.

Wang Kuan and the others stayed at the back door of the secret pavilion, staring at Tang Shun's rickety carriage as it drifted away. Even though the carriage completely disappeared from their sight, Wang Kuan still kept his figure stiff, his eyes longing to see through, his black pupils dark and negative. The hands behind the back clenched into fists, trembling slightly.

Zhao Jian put one hand on Wang Kuan's shoulder, and comforted him softly: "Don't worry too much, three years will pass soon, you should treat these three years as helping Yuan Zhongxin clean up the house, and when Yuan Zhongxin comes back, If he sees a clean new home, he will be happy."

Wang Kuan gritted his teeth secretly, and murmured word by word: "Clean up the house?" His eyes gradually ignited a cold fire, burning the repressed hostility and murderous intent even more ragingly.

Yuan Zhongxin is gone, and he doesn't have to worry about his brutal and cold-blooded side being seen by him.

He swore that he would make the life of those who hurt Yuan Zhongxin worse than death, and it would be hard to dispel the hatred in his heart. He would definitely let those people crawl to purgatory one by one!

Thinking of this, Wang Kuan suddenly smiled, and the corner of his mouth hooked, piercing the gentleman's mask floating on the heart lake. Behind the mask was a bottomless cold pool, where darkness and chaos were intertwined, and there were many shadows. Violent and cruel, his eyes were as cold as frost, and the brows were no longer as gentle and humble as they were at the beginning, but replaced by a thrilling and threatening prey.

This kind of Wang Kuan is the real Wang Kuan.

The four of Zhao Jian looked at Wang Kuan who had changed so much, worried, looked at each other secretly, and sighed deeply.

They always felt that another unavoidable bloody storm was about to begin in Kaifeng.

Wang Kuan said suddenly: "Xue Ying, the yamen, can you two do me a favor?"

Wei Yanei and Xue Ying looked at each other, the former nodded hurriedly: "What, you say?"

Wang Kuan said lightly: "Help me go to the forbidden army camp to see if the 23 people who came out this morning to testify against Yuan Zhongxin are there."

Zhao Jian's heart suddenly rang loudly: "Wang Kuan, what do you want to do?"

Wang Kuan smiled without emotion, looked at Zhao Jian and said lightly: "Nothing, just an investigation. Didn't they say that they were sent by the Great Xia Alien Party? Naturally, they want to ask clearly—Zhao Jian, this The right to investigate, I wonder if Prince Zhao can approve it?"

Zhao Jian was so startled by Wang Kuan's smile that her heart jumped violently. She swallowed her saliva, not daring to hesitate, and promised firmly: "Yes, definitely! I will go home and find my father now!"

Because Xiao Jing still had the task of preparing the half-life antidote, she followed the wood steward back to her ancient house where the medicine was refined.

Seeing the five people who were divided into three groups gradually walk away, Wang Kuan turned around and entered the secret pavilion without saying a word, walked back to Qizhai, and went straight to the door of his and Yuan Zhongxin's bedroom, looked up On the beam above the head, at a corner of the beam, hangs a simple and beautiful lantern.

It was a gift that Wang Kuan won by guessing lantern riddles during the Lantern Festival. Later, he gave it to Yuan Zhongxin. They would light a candle on the lantern, and then hang the lantern in front of the door. The light yellow light flickered in the dark, and it felt warm and comfortable when viewed from a distance.

But now, with the candlelighter gone, the lantern was out, and at first glance it seemed dead.

Yuan Zhongxin mentioned this lantern before he fell into a coma. At that time, Wang Kuan was only concerned about his grief and didn't have time to think about it. Now that he has completely calmed down, he suddenly felt that what Yuan Zhongxin said had a deep meaning.

Standing on tiptoe, Wang Kuan leaped lightly, and easily took down the high-hanging lantern. The wooden frame of the lantern was hollowed out. Just looking inside, he caught a glimpse of a stack of paper the size of a palm. Kuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly took it out. As soon as he was about to look it over, his pupils suddenly dilated, his fingertips trembled, and the light in his eyes was intricate, with surprises, helplessness, and more sadness.

Wang Kuan didn't need to turn it over, the words and sentences written on the first piece of paper that Wang Kuan was familiar with were unforgettable:

Beautiful water and green mountains, summer singing and autumn cicadas, ups and downs, grass mud and flowers fragrance, all kinds of life, and thousands of things in the world.

My answer is Wang Kuan.

The words are flying like dragons and phoenixes, not sticking to trifles, the strokes are powerful and powerful, but the strokes are beautiful and elegant, like someone Wang Kuan loved miserably in his life.

Yuan Zhongxin did what he said, and when he died, he only loved Wang Kuan.