Lingbo Luanqing Song

Just after noon on the second day, Jin Se hurriedly came to report that the thieves broke into the Prince's mansion in broad daylight, seriously injuring the Prince and an unidentified woman.

When Zhao Ling arrived at the Prince's Mansion, Si Yanglun was surrounded by a group of imperial doctors in front of the bed, his chest was stained with blood, and his breath was free.In the side hall on the other side, Zhou Yijun was sitting on the ground holding a blood-stained woman in his arms, muttering idiotically. Zhao Ling walked closer and saw that it was Lin An'er from Kunlun Villa.

Zhao Ling immediately ordered martial law in the whole city, and ordered Zhou Yijun and Lin An'er to be brought back to Prince Yong's Mansion, and sent an urgent letter to the soldiers, ordering them to report the situation in the capital to His Majesty as soon as possible, and then ordered to seal off the prince's serious injury According to the news, everything in the capital is temporarily taken over by Si Yangke, the son of King Yong.

Zhao Ling learned about Si Yanglun's injury from the imperial physician, and he had to stay in the prince's mansion to guard him, so he rushed back to Yongwang's mansion without stopping.

Inside Yongwang's Mansion

The prisoner was nervously administering needles to stop Lin An'er's bleeding, and the maidservants were busy coming in and out, while Zhou Yijun, who was staying in the side hall, was curled up on the ground alone, staring blankly at the inner room.

"Yijun?" Zhao Ling leaned over and stretched out his hands to help her up from the ground, but Zhou Yijun suddenly hugged Zhao Ling and covered his face and cried, "An'er was stabbed in the chest, in the chest...so deep A sword of..."

Zhao Ling gently patted Zhou Yijun's back to comfort him, "The prisoner is here, An'er will be fine."

Zhou Yijun held onto Zhao Ling's arm tightly, tears in his eyes, "She is such a thin child, she stood in front of her and took a sword for me...how could she be so stupid..."

Zhao Ling held Zhou Yijun's face in his hands, smiled and said, "Because she loves you, love can give people great courage, even if it means dying for you."

Zhou Yijun was taken aback for a moment, but burst into tears the next moment.

"As long as I can save Ann'er, I promise her anything, everything..."

When Zhou Yijun's mood gradually calmed down, Zhao Ling asked what happened in the Prince's Mansion. Zhou Yijun narrated the incident in confusion, and Zhao Ling heard a long-lost name in the chaotic narration, Xie Surong.

The target of Xie Surong's single-handed intrusion into the Prince's Mansion should be Zhou Yijun. Zhou Yijun is Gui Pu's only direct sister in this world, and is the best proof of his royal status. Holding Zhou Yijun in his hand is equivalent to holding Gui Pu's lifeblood .

Just imagine, the leader that countless people swayed blood to follow turned out to be the royal blood of the imperial court, and no one would agree. In this way, Xie Yuanzhong and Li Jin could regain power in the army.

Therefore, Zhou Yijun is the key to reshuffling the core of the rebel power.

But just when Xie Surong was about to succeed, Lin Aner appeared out of nowhere and disrupted Xie Surong's plan, attracting the guards of the Prince's Mansion. In the chaotic fight, Xie Surong's sword stabbed at Zhou Yijun. Protecting Zhou Yijun in front of him, he was seriously injured by a sword and fell to the ground.Xie Surong breaks out of the encirclement by virtue of his superb martial arts, but accidentally meets Si Yanglun who happened to be returning home. When Xie Surong saw that he was the crown prince of the court, he drew his sword mercilessly.Si Yanglun was seriously injured and fell to the ground, Xie Surong took advantage of the chaos to escape.

"Master, Miss Lin's bleeding has stopped."

The prisoner came out of the inner room, his head covered with sweat, "I have taken the decoction, if I wake up within three days, there should be no serious problems."

After hearing this, Zhou Yijun thanked the prisoner again and again, and hurried into the inner room.

"Prisoner, you have to work harder these few days, and the prince will also go to see it," Zhao Ling ordered.

The prisoner raised his eyes to look at Zhao Ling, who was solemn, and bowed his head in agreement.

The prince still showed no signs of waking up, and all the affairs in the capital were all overwhelmed by Prince Yong's Mansion, and Zhao Ling and Si Yangke were very busy at the moment.

That night, Zhao Ling, who hadn't seen his sweetheart for many days, was fascinated by the bright moon hanging above his head, and then he picked up a pen and wrote by the window, carefully drying the ink and folding it up, calling out brocade.

"Go quietly to Prince Mu's Mansion and give this to her."

Watching Jin Se disappear into the night, Zhao Ling remembered Lin An'er who had woken up yesterday, so he walked towards the guest room.He walked to the door and was about to knock, but he heard someone talking inside, and from time to time, laughter came out through the door.

"An'er, you grew up and just followed Li Jin down the mountain. This time, you came to the capital alone from thousands of miles away. You must have suffered a lot along the way."

Zhao Ling could hear Zhou Yijun's voice, and his tone was full of distress.

"An'er is not afraid, what An'er is afraid of is that the senior brother will not listen to sister Yijun's words in a rage, and hurt her sister." Lin Aner's tone was immature and serious.

"I heard from other brothers in the villa before that An'er has been afraid of pain since she was a child, but this time she suffered such a serious injury for me, but she didn't say a word. Why?"

"Because An'er has grown up!"

"No, because An'er likes me. An'er knows that if you say it hurts, it will make me feel bad. An'er doesn't want to make me feel bad, right?" Zhou Yijun's voice was visibly trembling.

"No, no, I..." As if making a lot of determination, the person inside said, "I, I like Sister Zhou. I have liked Sister Zhou since the first time I saw her. This feeling is not The kind of liking for Master is not the kind of liking for Senior Brother, anyway, it is right to like it very much, this kind of liking just...just makes me want to be with you very much, and I want to have you every day in the future!"

Zhao Ling, who was outside the door, heard Lin An'er's words, and her heart beat a little faster. She carefully pushed the door open a gap, and happened to see a soft kiss landed on Lin An'er, who was already blushing. on my son's lips.

"Then Ann, get well soon, let's go back to the villa, and I will be with you every day from now on..."

With a smile on his lips, Zhao Ling closed the door gently, and Jin Se handed a letter into his hand.

"Jinse, just stay by my brother's side these days, and protect him for me." Jinse nodded in agreement, and stepped back respectfully.

Holding the letter raft in his hand, his heart beat inexplicably fast. Zhao Ling took a deep breath, and opened it under the moonlight, and two lines of elegant lowercase characters came into view

Don't be afraid to remember, just be afraid of being late

Now that you have held your hand, why don't you grow old