However, Ling Yun finally regained some consciousness from his coma. In his hazy state, he seemed to hear someone calling him over and over again: "Commander Ling, Commander Ling, are you awake?..."
He opened his eyes tiredly and stared for a long time before he saw the person in front of him clearly.
I saw that this man was about fifty years old. He wore a scarf and sword sleeves and was dressed in white. He had a childish face with white hair, a straight nose, a straight mouth, and a three-lock beard. He was strong, handsome, and elegant. It was the old man in white whom Ling Yun had socialized with twice in the past and who had saved his life, Mr. Changxi Jushi Lian.
That is, Liantingzhong - of course Ling Yun doesn't know his identity yet.
Seeing him looking at him in a daze in the training pavilion, he gently put his arms back into the brocade quilt and said with a smile: "Commander Ling, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"
Ling Yun looked at the training pavilion with some confusion, trying his best to gather his scattered thoughts, wondering why he saw him here?
Seeing that he was just contemplating in the training pavilion, he asked with concern: "Commander Ling, what's wrong with you? Do you still feel uncomfortable somewhere?"
Ling Yun shook his head and said: "No. Senior, it was you who saved me again this time?..."
Lianting smiled and nodded: "Not bad!"
Ling Yun said "Oh" and couldn't help but look around. This is a room decorated in a farmhouse, with square window lattice and white window paper with red window grilles. As night falls, the candlelight flickers on and off, hiding the face in the training pavilion in shadow.
He couldn't help but frown slightly, silently recalling the scenes before he fell into coma:
At that time, Du Zhenghai put the cold tip of the sword into his heart and was about to kill him; suddenly he heard a loud voice outside the door: "Stop!..."
Du Zhenghai was stunned when a gust of wind outside carried something like a shooting star and hit Du Zhenghai's shoulder blade squarely! Du Zhenghai immediately stiffened and stood there as dumb as a chicken, unable to move.
At this time, an old man in white clothes walked in with an angry face; Ling Yun looked up and saw that it was the layman Changxi named Lian.
Ling Yun was confused and was about to say hello to him; but Mr. Lian said nothing and suddenly struck out like lightning, hitting several of his soft and numb acupuncture points.
Ling Yun leaned back, and then he knew nothing... When he regained consciousness, he was lying on the bed in this farmhouse.
In the training pavilion, when he saw Ling Yun just lowering his head and thinking deeply, he said: "I know that Commander Ling must be wondering why you are here? It's like this: Didn't you and Princess Huanyu meet Du Zhenghai? He is also one of my disciples. .”
Ling Yun raised his head in surprise, "What? Du Zhenghai is your disciple?"
Lian Tingzhong said: "Yes, a few years ago, after he was forced to leave the capital because of the case of kidnapping Miss Ding, he came to me when he was desperate and I took him in."
Ling Yun chuckled lightly, seemingly thoughtful, but didn't say anything.
Lianting glanced at him and said: "Because he had a grudge with Commander Ling before, he wanted to kill you on impulse, but I discovered it in time and stopped him.
"And because you suffered severe internal injuries at that time and your life was in danger, I took it upon myself to tap your acupuncture points to prevent you from consuming your internal energy and damaging your body again. After that, I worked together with several other masters to perform exercises to heal your injuries—— It seems that Commander Ling is blessed with great fortune, and he finally escaped this disaster..."
Ling Yun suddenly said: "So that's how it is... Senior has saved his life several times, and Ling Yun has nothing to repay. Senior, please accept Ling Yun's respect!"
As he said this, he struggled to get up and wanted to thank him. Only then did he realize that he was not wearing any clothes and was almost naked. He couldn't help but blush, feeling extremely embarrassed.
Lianting hurriedly helped him lie down again and said kindly: "Commander Ling's injury has not healed at this time. He is weak and cannot move much."
Ling Yun's starry eyes turned, looked around, and asked: "Senior, may I ask where this place is?"
Lianting said: "Feiyun Villa, my manor."
Ling Yun said: "I dare to ask my senior's name. Until now, Ling Yun still doesn't know my senior's name. I'm really ashamed."
Lianting said: "This is not urgent. The most urgent thing now is, should Commander Ling meet with Princess Huanyu first? The princess has been restless and worried for a few days since Commander Ling was unconscious."
Mentioning Huanyu, Ling Yun immediately thought of Jinling Palace and Lu Wenzheng. His heart trembled and he said urgently: "Senior, what day is it now?"
Lianting said: "Today is the 21st."
Ling Yun felt a "bang" in his head and was immediately stunned.
He remembered that the ten-day limit between Mr. Lu and the Emperor expired on the 16th of this month. Today is the 21st, and the five-day limit has been exceeded. Has Mr. Lu already... He dared not think about it anymore. His face was ashen and his eyes were straight, as if he was stupid for a moment.
Seeing Ling Yun's frightening expression in the training pavilion, he asked cautiously: "Commander Ling, what's wrong with you?"
Ling Yun summoned up the courage to ask: "Senior, have you heard any news about the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice in the past few days?"
After hearing this, the people in the training hall couldn't help but let out a long sigh and said sadly: "Commander Ling, this... don't ask."
Ling Yun sat up with support, grabbed the other person's arm with trembling hands, and said hastily: "Senior Lian, please tell me the truth! I know that escaping is impossible..."
The practitioner sighed heavily again, helped Ling Yun lie down, and said in a serious tone: "Commander Ling, don't get excited, let me tell you slowly: Just six days ago in the morning, someone delivered two corpses. Jinling Palace. These two corpses were mistakenly thought to be those of Commander Ling and Princess Huanyu..."
Ling Yun said in surprise: "How... is this possible?"
Lianting continued: "The faces of the two corpses were disfigured and bloody. Their bodies and shapes were very similar to the two of you, and they were wearing the same clothes as you. Their intention of doing this was obviously obvious: to frame them. Sir Lu."
Ling Yun said numbly: "What happened next?"
Lian Tingzhong said: "Later, this matter alarmed the emperor and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. There was an uproar in the court: some ministers interceded for Mr. Lu, but some ministers insisted on asking the emperor to treat Mr. Lu according to the ten-day period. A capital crime. The emperor is kind-hearted after all, and ordered Master Lu to be imprisoned first, saying that he would deal with him only after the murderer of Commander Ling and the princess is caught."
After hearing this, Ling Yun couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief and said: "So, Mr. Lu is not dead yet!..."
Lianting said again: "But yesterday I heard the news again. On the 19th, an assassin sneaked into the prison and assassinated Mr. Lu..."
Ling Yun felt his head buzzing and almost fainted. He asked in a trembling voice, "How is Mr. Lu doing now?..."
The practitioner did not speak, but looked at Ling Yun with a sad expression, his eyes filled with tears.
In an instant, Ling Yun felt that everything in front of him was shaking. He murmured: "Impossible, impossible..." He opened his mouth and choked out a mouthful of blood. He could no longer hear the anxious calls in the training pavilion, and the entire reality disappeared in an instant...
Seeing Ling Yun fainting in the training pavilion, he quickly took his arm and took his pulse.
At this moment, Pingting's figure flashed outside the door, and a graceful and beautiful woman rushed in in panic, asking anxiously: "What's wrong with him? Is he okay?..."
The practitioner sighed and said: "Chun'er, why are you becoming more and more unstable? Can Ling Yun make you so anxious?"
Lian Nanchun blushed and lowered his head.
Lian Tingzhong said: "Don't worry, he's fine. He was just in a fit of rage and couldn't accept this cruel fact."...
Ling Yun didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but he finally woke up. Vaguely, he heard sobbing in his ears, as if a woman was sobbing. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a woman crying so hard that she was looking at him lovingly.
Seeing that he woke up, the woman shouted in surprise: "Brother Ling, you finally woke up!..."
This woman is Princess Huanyu.
Ling Yun originally wanted to call her Linglong, but after thinking about it, he felt it was inappropriate, so he said in a thick voice: "Princess Princess!..."
Huan Yu said: "Don't call me Princess. If I like you, you should call me Linglong."
Ling Yun snorted coldly and said: "You and I are different from each other, so I don't dare to act as a minister!"
Huan Yu said quietly: "Brother Ling, are you still angry with me? In fact, I had no choice but to hide it from you! Brother Ling, please don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"
Ling Yun couldn't help but think of Mr. Lu's death again. He had already lost his sense of proportion and was no longer in the mood to talk to Huan Yu. He slowly closed his eyes, and Mr. Lu's voice and smile appeared in front of his eyes again. Thinking that he died because of himself, Ling Yun's heart ached, and two lines of crystal tears fell down from the corners of his eyes.
As the saying goes: A man will not shed tears easily. Having been with Ling Yun for so long, Huan Yu knew very well that he had a stoic and strong character. Even if the knife was held to his neck, he would not frown, let alone cry in sadness.
Seeing him crying now, Huanyu knew that he was really sad, and couldn't help but said sadly: "Brother Ling, can you stop being like this? I know you are sad that Mr. Lu is dead; but you are so sad It won’t help if you go down!… And you know, this look will make me feel very distressed…”
Speaking of this, Huan Yu suddenly lost her words; she couldn't help but blush, and lowered her head calmly.
At this time, Ling Yun had no intention of worrying about the meaning and tone of her words. He just said feebly: "You go out first and let me be quiet for a while."
Huan Yu opened her mouth and wanted to say something more, but saw that he looked disheartened, so she had to stop; she couldn't help but let out a resentful sigh and walked out angrily. …
Ling Yun was silent for three days. He was too lazy to eat and drink, and didn't say a word. He just lay on the bed and stared at the roof in trance.
He was thinking: Mr. Lu will not die - because Mr. Lu is a good person, he will definitely turn disaster into good luck!
He thought again: Mr. Lu was stabbed, who was the murderer? Who sent the fake corpses of himself and Huan Yu to the Jinling Palace?
He tossed and turned, unable to sleep alone; after thinking about it, he came to only one conclusion: the murderers who framed Mr. Lu and killed Mr. Lu should be the same group of people - the Tianxiao Organization!
Originally, when Lu Wenzheng died, he only felt that the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and all his thoughts were despairing; but then he thought that his enemy was still at large in the world, but he gave up on himself like this, not only did he benefit his enemy, but he also felt sorry for Mr. Lu who had been wronged!
As a result, his desire to survive became stronger again. He forced himself to eat and drink as before.
Three days later, he finally got up from the bed, put on his clothes, walked out of the farmyard alone, and wandered along the winding path in the mountains.
These farm villages are built on low hills. It's autumn, and the originally green mountains and green waters are now desolate and desolate; white grass and red leaves bend in the wind. A clear stream flows beside you, and fallen leaves float from time to time, swaying leisurely into the distance with the flowing water.
Ling Yun sat down on a washing stone. The tinkling sound of the spring water was clear and sweet, but there was no sense of music in his ears, but it was like a low whimper.
He thought: without further delay, he and Princess Huanyu should rush back to the capital immediately to see the Prince of Jinling and the Emperor to clear Mr. Lu's unjust injustice - in this way, even if Mr. Lu is under Jiuquan, he should Close your eyes.
When he thought of returning to Beijing, Ling Yun suddenly remembered: he had previously asked Du Zhenghai to send Princess Huanyu back to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice, and Du Zhenghai had agreed to him at that time, but how could things develop to this point in the end? ?
So, he began to carefully sort out every detail of the things that had happened in recent days, and at the same time, he was also thinking hard about where the flaws were. …
He also thought: He and Huanyu escaped this disaster thanks to the life-saving grace of Mr. Lian; he should go to see Mr. Lian immediately, thank him for his life-saving grace, and bid farewell to him at the same time.
With this thought in his mind, he was about to stand up when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him. He turned around and saw a smiling person coming from the training pavilion.
Ling Yun was startled and then smiled. It was really "a clear understanding", and he began to believe in the providential arrangement.
Liantingzhong was the first to speak: "Commander Ling, why don't you say anything when you go out, so that I can find you easily."
Ling Yun said: "I dare to bother senior, Ling Yun feels really uneasy in his heart. Senior has come here in a hurry, isn't there something urgent?"
Lianting said: "Yes. I have something to tell Commander Ling."
"What's up?"
"I have found out who is responsible for the murder of Mr. Lu!"
Ling Yun was shocked and asked hurriedly: "Who is it?"
