MTL - Deposed Empress General-Chapter 4 Head Wolf (Final Version)
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Chapter 4: Head Wolf
At night, the left wolf was still looking after the two. Leng Feiyan did not intend to leave at all. Yang Lianting kicked her: "Hey, how long are you going to stay with me?" Leng Feiyan poked his foot impatiently: "Less nonsense, Lao Tzu's injury here is to give you great face. Not only are you not grateful, but you dare to crook! "
"..." Yang Lianting said silently: "But I'm a man anyway, we are lonely boys and girls, lying on the same bed, isn't it good?"
Leng Fei's face didn't care: "Relax, I won't ruin your festival." Yang Lianting didn't want to talk to her anymore. Leng Feiyan suddenly said, "Hey, I think you're OK. Follow the stuffy gourd from the left wolf. What's the future, why don't you follow me?" She slid her fingertips across Yang Lianting's face, teasing with wicked look. Yang Lianting was so angry that her hair stood up: "Lengfeiyan !!"
Leng Feiyan laughed into a ball. The wound on her body cracked and blood leaked out. She covered the wound and cracked her teeth while laughing. After all, Yang Lianting was born by a medical doctor. The medical doctor's heart, now she reached out and held her wound, and then supported the ground to change her medicine.
The left wolf was sitting at the end of the bed, making trouble for them. The lonely lights in the interior are like beans. I do n’t know when it ’s raining outside. The raindrops are beating on the old eaves, and the sound is like splashing pearls.
On a more heavenly day, the left wolf suddenly stood up, and the sound of the rubbing of clothes was not heard in the sound of rain, but at this moment, she had to be extra careful. Leng Feiyan also got up, Yang Lianting was a little nervous: "This time, who will it be?"
Zuo Langlang gave a brief gesture, Leng Feiyan had already held a short sword in his hand, hiding behind the door, and opened it with his backhand. The left wolf was standing at the diagonal corner farthest from the door, full of bowstrings. The people outside pushed in, and the three people in the room froze. After a while, the left wolf whispered, "Lord?"
The visitor turned out to be Murong Yan!
At rainy night, he was still in a black robe, decorated with golden hooks and jade ornaments, and he didn't need words to show Tsinghua. The three Leng Feiyan came over to salute, he waved slightly, signaled that the three did not need to be polite, some servants moved in the table, set the food and wine, the aroma spread in the small dormitory.
All three swallowed. Murong Yan said softly, "It's cold, you're all wounded. I'll take a look."
The three thanked again, Murong Yan said, "You don't have to be restrained, come and sit."
Leng Feiyan and others sat down at the table, and Murong Yan's left wolf was sitting on his right. The attendant pours wine, and Murong Yan said, "The conditions here are hard, but those who have become big things since ancient times are mostly people with a chill. I collected all of you from here and sent them here, and I can't save anyone's life. I can only extend the time. To give you the ability to choose your own destiny. That's all. "
The three men of Zuo Canglang looked at each other, and Murong Yanfu smiled again and said, "You are all good, come, toast."
The three drank this glass of wine with him, and Murong Yan motioned for them to eat. Zuolanglang sat beside him, but felt that he didn't know how to let go. Murong Yan suddenly reached her ear and said softly, "I made some suits for you. I don't know if they fit or not. Try it tomorrow."
The left wolf was startled, even Shane forgot. Murong Yan smiled: "No need to thank you, I have always been nice to my people."
Leng Feiyan's eyes swept between the two. Although Murong Yan's voice was light, but the distance was so close, the other two people could still hear the content clearly. But at this time, he didn't dare to talk, so he had to bury his head to eat.
Murong Yan sat very upright, but he never touched any dishes they had ever touched, except for occasional drinks with them. The weather in early spring was still very cold, and there was nothing to raise the fire in the dormitory. It was a bit warmer with wine, which was indeed much better.
After three rounds of drinking, he stood up and said, "I'm leaving now, you are all good, but there is still a gap between Mi and Meiyu, and you can't be lazy."
The three of them kneeled down and bowed down, and Murong Yan smiled and said to the left wolf: "The master is leaving, don't you send it away? This slave is incompetent."
Zuolanglang's face turned red, but he got up and took her to the door. The night was still raining, and the breeze followed. A man who looked like a director came up and put on a cloak for Murong Yan. The left wolf stood at the door and saluted: "Greeting to the Lord."
Murong Yan nodded and asked, "What's your name?" Zuolanglang lowered his head, the wind and rain were cold, but the blood was boiling: "I ... My name is Zuolanglang."
"The left wolf ..." read the words from his mouth, and he heard them, like the most beautiful movement in the world. Zuolanglang heard his heartbeat, and if he played the drum, it seemed that he would jump out of the cavity in the next moment. His ears seemed to be separated from the world, and he only whispered, "He sounds familiar, and has a sense of familiarity."
She opened her lips and still didn't speak. Murong Yan put her right hand on her shoulder and said softly, "I like useful people and strive to be that kind of person."
The temperature in the palm of his hand swelled with blood on his shoulders. Zuolanglang was frozen as a whole, and he lost his impression of what he said.
When she returned to the dormitory, the door was closed, and the world lost that little bit of light, and it fell into darkness. Murong Yan walked in front, and the director Wang Yunzhao held an umbrella for him, and he was soaked. Murong Yan took out the silk and wiped it before passing the hand on the left wolf's shoulder. Wang Yunzhao whispered, "Second lord, but a few children, why do you have to come to see it at this time? In a rainy day, the road is dark and slippery, but don't cause the wind ..."
Murong Yan said: "Wang Yunzhao, I like her. She has a wolf-headed temperament." Wang Yunzhao muttered: "Why don't your Highness say hello to Feng Ping and let them take care of them more often, so as to avoid ..."
Murong Yan smiled: "Why is it a wolf who died on the road to competition?"
In the dormitory, the left wolf closed the door and went in. Leng Feiyan and Yang Lianting stared at her together. Zuolanglang's cheeks were as bright as the morning glow. When he saw the eyes of the two men, he immediately said, "Nothing is allowed."
Leng Feiyan approached her, looked at her face carefully, then did not know what the brain had made up, and looked disgustedly: "No wonder he would agree to heal Yang Lianting. It turns out you guys ... hmm ..."
The left wolf flew up and said, "Leng Feiyan, you belong to the yellow croaker, so yellow !!"
The next day, the guard delivered a few sets of clothes. Leng Feiyan saw them and snatched two. This guy is lonely and arrogant when he is unfamiliar. Once he is cooked, it is really shameless.
Zuo Canglang didn't care about her. The three people passed through this incident and they didn't know each other. They always stayed together. Occasionally sleeping in the same dormitory at night is not new. Half-year-old children gradually understand something. Some people have described the relationship between the three people as unbearable, and the three people do not care. No one dared to chew the tongue in front of them.
Because Yang Lianting received special treatment from Murong Yan, Masters inevitably gave him a high look. He usually has a very convenient access to the Pillow Pavilion of the collection of books. Among the three people, he is soaked in every day. Most of the books he reads are still medical classics.
Usually nothing, he often picks some herbs. Anyone in the orphan camp has a headache and brain heat, and slowly gets used to coming to him. The young man Yang is indeed Xinglin's family. Although he is young, there is no misdiagnosis of the symptoms he has seen.
Murong Yan will come over two or three times a month, and every time he comes over, all the youngsters will work harder. Everyone knows that this person can determine their fate.
In the morning, Zuolang was accustomed to practicing arrows, perhaps because of her childhood hunting in the mountains, her archery skills were very accurate. The arms are also stronger than the average teenager, and the hard bow used by the adult soldier is not in her hands. However, when Murong Yan was standing behind her, the arrows that had always been hitting the target did not allow the bullseye to be directed and went off the target. The left wolf bit his lip, and his hands were sweaty.
She didn't dare look back or even think about the look of the people behind her. When he pulled the bow again, his body trembled slightly. Suddenly, her hands warmed, and she froze slightly, and found that a pair of long, slender hands came from behind her, covering her back. Murong Yan re-targeted her bullseye and said quietly, "Don't panic at any time. When your heart is stable, your arrow will be stable."
The voice was so close, she could almost feel his breath, right next to her ears, and the reverberations lingered around the beam for a long time. There was a buzzing sound in the left wolf's head, and there seemed to be countless scattered Mars. Murong Yan said, "Come again."
The left wolf slightly pursed his lips, forcibly calmed, and shot an arrow again, hitting the bullseye. Murong Yan stood behind her, and every arrow she fired was indestructible. Murong Yan nodded slightly and turned to leave. Not long after, Leng Feiyan ran over, "Go, eat."
The left wolf received the arrow, and Yang Lianting was waiting in front. Seeing her coming over, she asked, "What is the Lord telling you, so close?"
The left wolf went straight forward and did not hear it at all. Yang Lianting glanced at Leng Feiyan, and Leng Feiyan cut out: "Don't care about her, left idiot. The Lord told her a word, she can remember for a year!
At this time, the left wolf came back to God, just smiling.
If his words only reflect on one year, what about the rest of the life?
The teenager was slowly growing up and his old clothes were gradually getting smaller. Murong Yan makes new clothes for them every year. But the food here is always only half of the total number. So every year, many people disappear silently. Hunger is an inseparable nightmare, and the young leaves of the grass can satisfy the hunger.
In the early morning of this day, Murong Yan came to the orphan camp and gathered the "Masters" together, saying, "Many of them are good, but I only need the fastest knife. So I only need one of them."
A few instructors froze, and someone whispered, "Your Highness, among these people, Lengfei Yanwugong is the highest. The left wolf ... I'm afraid ..." These days, he is special to the left wolf, everyone can see it. Murong Yan slowly asked, "So what?"
The instructors stopped talking.
