Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

Chapter 149 The Inner Struggle

Xu Ziying took the token and left the cloth house alone. In order not to attract attention, he walked all the way through the streets and alleys. In the narrow and deep alleys, there were high walls erected on both sides, and the space was oppressive. gasp.

At the end of the deep alley was a white light, and the road under his feet was not smooth. He had one deep foot and one shallow foot, feeling restless for no reason in the center of the darkness.

He felt that he couldn't think, he just wanted to go out quickly, quickened his pace, and finally almost ran out.

The strong light made his eyes feel very uncomfortable, but he still walked out with the help of the wall, his whole body was surrounded by warm sunlight, the cold sweat on his back gradually subsided, and he gradually regained some sense.

He was dazed for a while, and kept asking himself, what did he come out for?

He could completely pretend that he didn't see it, and wait for Du Yi to come back, and go back home with him, nothing will change, he has friends who are making money, and Rong Feiyan.

Just for a few words that he didn't know were true or false, and Zhou Yunke asked someone to give him a token, so he ran here without hesitation.

Xu Ziying was struggling in his heart. The toe of his shoe turned to the entrance of the alley. He wanted to go back the same way, but when he looked up, there was darkness, as if someone had been watching him.

A cold chill blew out from the alley, which made him shiver.

In fact, he knows better than anyone why he came out. He wants to figure things out, and he has a premonition somewhere. If he misses this time, he will never have another chance.

Xu Ziying slowed down, tightly held the flying character jade pendant around his waist, and continued to walk towards the palace.

He thought he wouldn't meet someone he knew, to be precise, he didn't know him at all. He wanted to pretend he didn't see him, but he was stopped.

He Shengyan's footsteps swayed slightly, and he came out of Zuihongju with a young man in his arms. His clothes were crooked, revealing a small piece of firm and white chest, and he was holding a wine pot, but he was handsome and tall. The appearance of vice wind and wandering.

"Hey, isn't this brother and sister-in-law? Master Hou is willing to let you out?"

He Shengyan looked slightly drunk, let go of Bai Nen's small restaurant, and came straight to Xu Ziying. Xu Ziying smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and looked at him coldly without speaking.

Maybe He Shengyan was really drunk, and he looked at Xu Ziying even more presumptuously. Seeing his indifferent expression, he couldn't move his eyes away. His eyes were shining, and he reached out to touch Xu Ziying's face.

Xu Ziying was startled, and slapped his hand away, "You must be sick!"

He Shengyan laughed suddenly, and after laughing for a while, his eyes were inexplicably strange, staring at him, as if seeing another person through him.

"Can you call me Ah Yan?"

Xu Ziying was furious, but he didn't have time to argue with a guy who was drunk and delirious. He wanted to leave, but He Shengyan grabbed his wrist with surprisingly strong strength. His wrist hurt, and he broke free immediately. open.

"Are you drinking too much?"

He Shengyan staggered a few steps, and said in a stubborn tone: "I don't have one." After speaking, he came back again.

Xu Ziying thought that he was going to pull her again, so she clenched her fists tightly, but she didn't want He Shengyan to stand still and knelt down with a "plop", hugged his legs tightly, and couldn't scream.

"You, what are you doing? Let me go!"

Fortunately, there were not many people here, Xu Ziying was baffled by what it was like to be seen by others. He found that He Shengyan was either drunk or lustful, or a bit of a rascal, so he hugged his legs and kept muttering.

"Call me A Yan... A Yan, call me..."

Xu Ziying was so tormented that he couldn't do anything, and the young man next to him was scared away, so he could only say: "Ayan, Ayan, it's okay, you f*ck let me go!"

Originally, He Shengyan was still laughing, but when he heard his two perfunctory calls, his face became serious. He raised his head and looked up at Xu Ziying's face, as if he was just pretending to be drunk.

"He's not like that," He Shengyan said quietly, "That's not what he called."

Xu Ziying was at a loss and was extremely speechless, "I rely on the surname He for you to recognize the wrong person?"

He Shengyan shook his head resolutely, his eyes returned to a drunken blurred look, "How could I admit my mistake, your face..."

"I'm Xu Ziying, see clearly!" Xu Ziying pointed to his face, a little irritable, "Show me clearly."

He Shengyan saw it very clearly, he let go of Xu Ziying unresponsively, Xu Ziying stepped back immediately, He Shengyan suddenly became angry again, and shook his head at Xu Ziying, "You are not, you are not...he is not like this, he is not so."

Xu Ziying straightened the robe that was crumpled by He Shengyan, angry and helpless, this person is like a mental patient, there is no normal time.

He Shengyan got up on hands and feet, and he didn't care about the dust on his robe, he smiled dejectedly, and said softly: "Ah Luo is not like this..."

Hearing this, Xu Ziying's hands on the hem of his clothes froze, and he raised his head and asked him, "What did you say?"

He Shengyan looked at him at the same level, and said slowly: "Ah Luo, you are not like this."

Xu Ziying's mind was blank, and a thought slammed into his head. When he raised his head in a panic, He Shengyan had disappeared.

He raised his hand and waved it in the air a few times, his fingertips trembled slightly, as if he was about to grab something, but there was nothing, Xu Ziying was a little panicked for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he had already entered the palace.

He entered through the small gate, and the guard guard saw him take out the token, and seemed to know that he was coming, so he led him directly to a separate courtyard of a guard station. He arched his hands and said to him.

"Master Zhou is recuperating inside."

recuperating?Xu Ziying was a little puzzled, what kind of injury should not be raised in the direct mansion, he insisted on staying in the palace, but he couldn't care less now, looked around, as if he was afraid that someone would see him, and then went in.

The door was closed tightly. He first called twice inside, and then patted on the door panel, only to find that the door was not closed tightly at all. When he patted, a small crack was exposed, and with a light push, the door opened.

There was a strong smell of medicine, Xu Ziying unconsciously wrinkled his nose and almost sneezed.

The room was a little dark, and just stepped one foot in, I heard someone softly say: "Ziying, are you here?"

Zhou Yunke sat in front of the table, on which there was only one candlestick lit and a scroll.By the light of the candle, Xu Ziying looked at his bloodless face, and felt a little hard to speak for a while.

"Brother Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Yunke glanced at himself, raised a haggard smile, "I'm hurt."

I saw that he was not wearing any clothes on his upper body, and the white gauze was wrapped around his shoulders, tightly wrapping his chest. Even so, wisps of blood red seeped through the gauze, slowly rising and falling with Zhou Yunke's breathing.

Xu Ziying walked in, and he could see his shoulders, abdomen and strong waist, there were many marks, numerous scars, new and old wounds superimposed, almost every good spot on the flesh.

Xu Ziying didn't know how to speak, and said slowly, "How long have you been here?"

Zhou Yunke coughed twice, his eyes were a little sick, "It's been more than half a month..."

After more than half a month, it was her birthday, Xu Ziying couldn't believe it, and said in a harsh voice, "You were made into this state by Rong Fei?"

Zhou Yunke lowered his head and smiled wryly, and didn't speak, but Xu Ziying had already made up his mind. Just as he was about to say something more, Zhou Yunke suddenly raised his arm, and Xu Ziying's gaze followed him to see that he had covered the scroll with his palm.

Zhou Yunke said, "I asked you to come to tell you something."