"Tell me, have you forgiven me for what happened in the past?"
Princess Chang Qing came to that special cell to visit Ling Yun. She stared straight at her son, the affection in her eyes not concealed at all, as turbulent as the sea.
"Actually, I have forgiven you a long time ago..." Ling Yun's affectionate eyes were like the dawn, shining with a heart-stopping light.
Princess Changqing cried with joy and said, "Is it true?"
Ling Yun nodded vigorously and said softly: "At the beginning, I was really sad and desperate, and I hated you and my father in my heart; later I figured it out, because at that time Li Ruiyun held Huanyu and Tianci hostage, They were all aimed at me, and if I had been given a choice at that time, I would have chosen to exchange myself for them, because they are all innocent."
Princess Chang Qing's eyes were filled with wet mist, and she murmured: "Lin'er..."
Ling Yun added: "The reason why I still refuse to admit that I forgive you is because I am now a wanted criminal by the court; and people from the Tianxiao organization are also looking for me everywhere. I am doing this to draw a clear line with you. , I just don’t want to involve you.”
Princess Chang Qing's red eyes were filled with tears, rolling down her pale cheeks, and she sobbed: "Lin'er, I knew you were a reasonable and good child."
Ling Yun bit his lip tightly with his teeth. He felt the condensation rolling in his throat and murmured: "Mother..."
The mother and son hugged each other tightly, tears streaming down their cheeks...
After Princess Changqing left, Ling Yun lay down again. The wounds on his body were still hurting, but the real pain at this time was his tired heart.
Thinking about all the messy things that had happened these days, he felt extremely confused. In the melancholy and depression, sleepiness came up, and gradually all consciousness became blurred.
The night is already very deep, everything around is quiet, only the stars in the sky are still blinking affectionately, burning with the desire for dawn...
The night was uneventful.
The next morning, the imperial doctor came over with a medicine box as usual, and conducted a routine inspection of Ling Yun, then changed dressings, bandaged, diagnosed and treated him; and then gave a long lecture, including various precautions, and chattered endlessly. , He spoke so hard that Ling Yun felt dizzy and drowsy.
The sun is setting in the west, the sky is gradually getting darker, the light is about to disappear, and the day is coming to an end in the blink of an eye.
In the evening, three chefs came here to deliver meals.
The leading master is about thirty years old. He wears green clothes and robes. He is thin and has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose and a wide mouth. He has three tufts of beard under his chin. He looks gentle, honest and kind.
Behind them are two young apprentices, holding rice and chopsticks in their hands, both standing with their eyebrows down and their eyes polite.
The guard on duty, whose surname was Liu Mingying, hurriedly stepped forward to ask.
The chef lowered his hands and said respectfully, "Young man is here to deliver food on the orders of Manager Feng."
Liu Ying looked him up and down, with a look of confusion in her eyes, "This master looks so cool, I don't know what to call him?"
The chef said with a smile on his face: "The villain's surname is Sun, Xing Er, and he has just entered the palace. These are the two disciples of the villain, Zhou Yi and Liu Fei - because Master Li on duty has something to do and cannot come today. So I temporarily found a villain to serve on my behalf, and everything depends on the care of my brothers."
After saying that, he bowed deeply to them again.
Liu Ying saw that he was kind-faced and courteous, and most of the doubts that had arisen in her heart were dispelled.
But he was still a little worried, so he ordered the guards on his left and right to carefully check the meals brought by the three of them as usual to make sure there were no problems. He also asked the guards to search them one by one, but nothing suspicious was found. Only then did he feel relieved and ordered to let him go.
After finally obtaining the passage order, Sun Er couldn't help but secretly let out a breath from the bottom of his heart.
After Sun Er and his two young disciples bowed to the guards and thanked them, they walked across the courtyard and walked briskly towards the special cell where Ling Yun was.
By this time it was completely dark. Everything was silent, the moon was dim, half-hiding his face behind the clouds, and the few wisps of dim light that were faintly missed flickered, spreading on the ground of the courtyard as if it had been smashed, making it a mottled mess.
The three of them gently opened the door and walked in quietly.
There was an orange-red candle burning on the table, and the flame the size of a bean flickered on and off, swaying everything in the room, making it hazy and unreal.
Ling Yun was lying on the hospital bed at this time, the dim candlelight flickering and blurring, shaking his face as clear and handsome as ice porcelain. He frowned slightly, and his pale skin made him look harmless, like a decadent mysterious painting, revealing an indescribable fragility and exhaustion.
He closed his eyes slightly and breathed very lightly, as if he was falling asleep.
Sun Er approached Ling Yun's bed step by step. His gloomy face was as calm as water, and his eyes became complex and subtle, revealing an eerieness that was hard to fathom.
Suddenly, those abstract and obscure words described by others finally turned into real existence in front of us.
He had crossed paths with Ling Yun a few times in the past, but it was only a distant glance, and they had never faced each other head-on. Moreover, so many years had passed in a flash, so Ling Yun's description was always in his mind. It was all vague - until today I actually saw him in person.
"Eldest Young Master... Eldest Young Master..." Sun Er tried his best to suppress his beating heart and called out twice. no response.
Sure, the person in front of me is really asleep.
Sun Er's originally peaceful gaze suddenly turned ferocious and fierce, and a cold smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
He gently lifted up his clothes and slowly pulled out a silver sweat towel from his waist. With a vigorous shake, the sweat towel was like a stream of autumn water, changing from the original bend and flexibility to hardness and straightness. It exuded a faint cold light under the flickering candlelight, which made people feel cold and desolate.
It turns out that this is not a sweat towel at all, but a soft blade hidden in the waist that can cut iron like mud!
The evil aura in Sun Er's eyes was turbulent, he laughed ferociously, and suddenly swung his soft blade and slashed towards the sleepy Ling Yun's face!
If he were really chopped off on the head, he would definitely die. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Ling Yun suddenly opened his eyes, spun his body and rolled towards the inside of the hospital bed, causing Sun Er's soft blade to miss.
In fact, Ling Yun was not completely asleep at this time. He had nightmares all day long; coupled with the pain and torture on his body, he could hardly sleep peacefully.
This may be what is commonly referred to as neurasthenia caused by excessive nervousness and excessive pressure.
In short, Ling Yun is now drowsy and sleepy, and the slightest movement can wake him up suddenly.
So when Sun Er pushed the door open, stepped forward, and called him, he actually knew it in his heart, but he didn't move.
With the vigilance and instinctive reaction of a martial arts practitioner, he had already vaguely sensed that these people had bad intentions. So he just waited and watched, and only when the other party suddenly attacked did he react accordingly.
When Sun Er saw that one move failed, the second and third moves followed one after another, like a violent storm, each move was fatal.
Ling Yun was shocked and broke into a cold sweat. He was unarmed, yes, unarmed - after all, which prisoner could boldly carry a sharp knife?
And from the moment he learned that he had been reported and betrayed at the Jinling Palace, he had made up his mind. So when he stepped forward to stop the bloody battle, he didn't bring any weapons and just walked out alone; then he was captured and taken away by others...
Back to business. Now he was defenseless and passive; but the opponent was coming menacingly, and his attacks never left the vital parts of his head, neck, chest and abdomen. The sudden attack gave him no chance to consider any countermeasures, and he could only passively dodge and give way.
It's just that the space for movement on the hospital bed is too small, and he is injured and has difficulty moving. He is naturally restrained and restricted in everything.
There were several dangers, and the opponent's sharp blade hit the critical point several times. Despite this, his right arm was scratched inadvertently, blood spurted out like an arrow, and heartbreaking pain immediately spread throughout his body.
Ling Yun knew that he could no longer passively dodge and give way. He had to take the initiative and fight back from the ground.
And he is worthy of being an expert in martial arts, with a quick mind and quick reactions. Finally, he spotted Sun Er's flaw, turned his body slightly to one side, raised his leg to sweep while avoiding the enemy's fatal blow, and struck with one step, with a fierce "invincible mandarin duck kick", hitting the opponent's vital point!
With a "bang", Sun Er was hit in the lower abdomen, staggering and flying backwards, flying directly towards the opposite wall like a kite with a broken string.
There was only a dull loud noise, and Sun Er's body hit the hard wall hard. He screamed in agony, his vision turned black, his muscles and bones were in pain, and he almost fainted.
Ling Yun also took this opportunity to perform a neat "carp kick" and jumped down from the hospital bed.
Seeing this, the two young apprentices couldn't help but turn pale in horror. They winked at each other, then whistled, drew out the soft blades from their waists, and charged towards them with blood-red eyes.
——Your master is not good enough, so it’s just you?
Looking at them gnashing their teeth and looking like they were perishing together, Ling Yun slightly raised the corners of his lips, with a sarcastic smile on his stern face.
The three of them circled like a revolving lantern for several rounds. Ling Yun suddenly changed his moves and performed a lightning-fast "Flower in the Sea". He snatched the soft blade from Liu Fei's hand with his split hand. His movements were smooth and fluid, and his wrists reversed. With a "Flying Flowers Chasing the Moon" move, the backhand penetrated his chest.
Scarlet blood gushes out like a fountain and splashes all over the floor. Liu Fei screamed in pain, the muscles on his face twitched painfully, and his body finally couldn't support it and collapsed to the ground.
He was dying, but his blood-soaked eyes were still wide open. Maybe he won't understand until his death how the other party made the move, and how he was struck by this fatal sword...
