little turtle in pocket

Chapter 42

In the early autumn of [-] A.D., the capital of Liang State.

The wind blows across the pond, bringing a bit of depression.The withered and yellow bamboo leaves danced with the wind, sticking to the hair of the man standing alone, lingering.

As if inheriting the taste of the man he loves to hate, the young King Liang has recently started to wear black clothes.Different from the cold and dusty impression of General Wen in black, King Liang's tall and thin body is wrapped in this dark and desolate color. fear.

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Shen finally decided to leave this place full of memories.

In the most remote corner of the palace, blue tiles and white walls surround a few small huts, so simple that it is hard to believe that it will appear here.

When the palace guards outside the courtyard saw King Liang, they bowed their heads respectfully and saluted.Cheng Shen didn't even look at them, and walked straight into the courtyard gate, and went straight into the inner room.

In the innermost room, the casements were closed tightly, and Ao was so hot that he lingered here like a corner of midsummer and never left.In the two large charcoal basins placed in the center of the ground, incandescent flames were burning blazingly.

Cheng Shen glanced at a pair of utensils on the bedside and the cold food in between, and said in a deliberately indifferent tone: "Or don't eat? I advise you to stop in moderation, there is no use for being so stubborn? Anyway, outsiders are only You have gone to the country and left home, no one would think of coming here to find you!"

Locked firmly to the side of the bed by shiny black iron shackles, Wen Nuo's face was a little pale, but his eyes were still stubborn and arrogant: "No one would come. Even if you kill me, no one will know."

"Hahahahahaha---------" Liang Wang exaggeratedly looked up to the sky and laughed so much that tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

After a long time, he suppressed his smile, put his big hand into Wen Nuo's open neckline, and forced the boy to expose his right shoulder.

Next to the deeply concave collarbone, on the white skin is an ocher irregular scar, which can be vaguely identified as the word "deep".

"Want to provoke me? How could I be willing to kill something that belongs to me? If you die, how can I hate you?!"

The man's fingers moved all the way down to the hem of the young man's robe, stroking his inner thigh.The boy was actually wearing nothing but this short black robe.

"Perhaps I should brand a mark here too."

The iceberg of silence finally cracked, and the boy angrily reprimanded: "You madman!"

Cheng Shen grinned, pinched the boy maliciously with his hands, observed the boy's painful expression, and replied thoughtfully: "Yes, I am crazy. From the day I fell in love with you, I have Hopelessly insane."

That sound was by no means louder than the crackling of charcoal fire, but it still aroused Cheng Shen's vigilance.He turned his head abruptly, trembling all over, and pulled out his sword abruptly: "Who is it?"

The tall young man who appeared in the northeast corner of the room without anyone noticing it smiled calmly: "It really makes me sad, Your Majesty the King of Liang! It's only been a few months, and you don't recognize me? We fought side by side not long ago. pass!"

"Lin, Zhi, An?" Liang Wang said the other party's name uncertainly, and the tip of his sword did not move at all, "What do you want to do?"

Zhi'an laughed softly and said, "What do you think?" Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed forward waving two simple knives!

Cheng Shen smiled coldly, took two quick steps back, and calmly swung his sword to meet him.

Between swords, lights and swords, only the figures of the two of them changed rapidly, and the speed was so fast that they couldn't even tell how they made their moves.

In less than a cup of tea, there was only a long sound of "choke", and Zhi'an's right hand Pu Dao was released and flew into the air.At the same time, Cheng Shen's sword slashed straight at his face, but he avoided it with a jerk, but still cut his right arm.

"Surrender, tanned man!"

With the point of the sword pressed against his throat, Zhian had a joyful smile on his face, as if what he had just heard was the funniest joke in the world.

Cheng Shen was a little surprised, and wanted to say something, but suddenly found that his fingers holding the hilt of the sword were already limp and weak: "This------what's going on?"

Zhi'an continued to smile, and slowly pushed away the bright sword tip: "When I came in, I had already put the soft tendons in the brazier."

"Bastard -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"

Cheng Shen, who was closest to the brazier, was delirious, and fell to the ground with a bang after barely uttering the curse words.

Zhi'an stood calmly with his hands behind his back, and showed the most charming smile to Wen Nuo who was leaning against the bed, motionless: "How is it? Is my move good or not?"

Because it was far away from the brazier, Wen Nuo didn't inhale much poisonous smoke, but his hands and feet were a little sore: "It's quite powerful, even the gold medal guards guarding outside were deceived by you."

The young Tanran patriarch thoughtfully took out the iron rod, pried off the shackles, and found a long gown to put on Wen Nuo: "I don't know how long this medicine will last, let's go."

Wen Nuo pushed his hand away, gritted his teeth and tried hard to control his trembling hands, tied the belt of his robe, then raised his head, his voice was very cold: "I won't go."

"Are you sick?" Zhi'an yelled in disbelief, almost annoyed, "Why don't you go? Stay and wait for him to torture you to death? This man has completely lost his mind. You haven't seen it yet." come out?"

Wen Nuo leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes tiredly, and whispered in a low voice: "What about you, are you crazy too?"

The young tanran man was tearing off a corner of his clothes to wrap up his arm, and he was taken aback when he heard this: "What do you mean?"

"Did you do it on purpose? You don't even wear a mask. Obviously, you want to lead the war to your own tribe." Wen Nuo opened his eyes, looking at Ding Zhi'an with dark eyes, "Why?"

The two looked at each other for a while, and leader Lin finally succumbed and sighed: "After all, I can't hide it from you. Yes, I want to provoke Liang Wang to be angry, and I will send troops in a hurry."

Wen Nuo beckoned, beckoning Zhi'an to approach him, and then neatly bandaged the wound on his arm.

Zhi'an looked at that focused and calm face, and sighed again: "I seem to understand why Liang Wang loves and hates you so much." He looked up and stared at him, and quickly turned his eyes away, "But I don't like you. Soa has only hatred! I did my best to survive on the grassland, but he actually occupied my Nasri and killed all my brothers who lived and died together in the past! Pity my loyal team members, who did not die On the battlefield against the enemy, he died at the hands of a big leader of the same race and blood!"

"Nasri---" Wen Nuo remembered that round smiling face, "Did she escape with you?"

Tears flowed down the young man's tall nose: "She is dead. How can a pure and beautiful woman like a magnolia flower survive after being insulted by that stupid pig-like Soah?"

Wen Nuo swallowed, speechless.Because he is used to hiding all wounds and licking them alone, when he sees other people's pain, he wants to comfort him, but he is always at a loss.

Zhi'an turned his head to look at Wen Nuo, lifted the skirt of his robe, and knelt down on one knee: "Come with me, it's just to help me."

silence.After a long time, Wen Nuo looked at King Liang who was still in a coma, and asked in a low voice, "How can you be sure that after I leave, Cheng Shen will definitely use force against Tan Ran?"