Nan Chan

The rain was close to the front of the building. When the net was collecting the umbrella, the sky was lifted up. Looking at the clouds, the wind was still whistling. He said, "Who will be sent in the nine days? If it is drunk, you should see people at this time."

"After the baby has not been sealed, he can hold the palm of his hand. In the nine days, there must be a noble person to be able to do so." Jing Lin gently squatted at the umbrella and said, "This is not a small matter. Even if it is not drunk, you and me." Accepted."

The two of them stepped up the ladder and saw the lanterns splashing and raining on the ladder, ticking the drops of water. Jing Lin turned around and went to the front of Chu Lun with the sky.

"No one." The sky was locked, and the door was pushed open. "The pen fragrance dissipated invisible, and the little demon was prepared."

The decoration in the door is still the same, the net Lin hand is attached to the teapot on the table, saying: "The heat is not scattered, it will not go soon. Chasing it."

The music was calm and calm, and after a while, I was sure that the two people had left, and then they rolled out of the bed and dragged Chu Lun out.

"Cautious? Shenzhi!" Music words push Chu Lun, "You can be okay? Where is it uncomfortable?"

Chu Lun's scalding is not retired, vaguely said: "Do not panic."

"How suddenly it became like this." The music was attached to his forehead. "It was fine before going to bed."

Chu Lun was cold for a while, and his face was not good. When he lay back on the bed, his legs were also difficult to move. Le Yan put his legs on the couch and hurriedly covered him with a quilt. He said: "You have been ill since you entered Beijing, and you can't stand the iron."

Chu Lun’s hand was covered in the back of the music, saying: “It’s no problem, there will be a sorrow in the future, and it’s no longer necessary to worry about the drug.”

The music said: "Tonight, the palace city is very troublesome. If the emperor has three long and two short, what can you do?"

“The Hanlin Academy has made a name for it, and it’s impossible to get it wrong.” Chu Lun turned around and faced the music. He said, “Wait for another two years, we will have our own yard when we are appointed. You are in the day. Among them, what do you want to do, you don’t have to look at others."

The music was a little bit leasant and quickly became wilting. He bowed his head to the hand that the two men had handed over and said, "But my heart is awkward, I always feel bad."

Chu Lun fingertips swayed through the hair of the music, saying: "You are clearly changing for my life, but let yourself suffer day and night."

"Your embarrassment is my embarrassment." Music said, "...I am still very scared. The Division of Divisions is guarding the middle of the country, I am worried that they will sooner or later notice that you and I are connected."

Chu Lun said: "In any case, you and I always have to be together."

The music was uneasy and only nodded.

I was listening to the roof and falling a stone, rolling out a bunch of broken sounds, and finally melted into a laugh.

The sky slammed the door and said, "Is this time there?"

The music was shocked, and I saw that Lin Lin was standing by the door. He got up on time and said, "Where is the entanglement of the monarch!"

"Who is entangled with you?" Cangwu put the pot on the tea and said, "I understand it clearly. It is clearly why you are stalking people, and I am tired of running around with Jinglin."

"I..." Le Yan supported the bedside and said, "I have told the truth..."

"This is a question to be discussed." Jing Lin said coldly.

Le Yan gnawed his tears and said: "Zuo Qingying is dead! This matter has been unable to return to the sky, even if the monarch is traced, he will not be able to save him!"

Net Lin umbrella put aside and said: "So how?"

The music stopped Chu Lun and finally cried: "So please ask, let us go!"

Jing Lin silently did not answer, watching him crying eyes red, Chu Lu coughed. Compared with the first time, Chu Lun’s illness has penetrated into the bone marrow. If he is not reluctant to change his life, he is afraid that he should have been buried.

The sky slammed the teacup and sat on the table to read the music. He said, "Let you let me go? You saved the sweetheart, but the fox is not wanting to live."

"The life of life is counted. If you save one, you will die. I am forced to make a decision, but I am not deliberately murdering Zuo Qingyi." Music said, "I am willing to die."

"People are already cool." The sky is faint. "It’s too late to talk about it now."

"This thing started because of me." Chu Lunqiang got up and said, "If you say it, it should be me... please..."

The net Lin raised his finger, and Chu Lun’s voice stopped short. When the music talked to him, he couldn’t help but step back and watched him nervous. Net Lin was not close, just standing in the same place, after the two of them quieted down, they said: "Gossip."

"I ask you." Jing Lin's eyes are sharp, "How did you die?"

Chu Lun felt that the room suddenly became cold, and he couldn't help but shudder. The rain outside the window was far away, nothing was around, leaving only a question of no lingering. Chu Lu coveted, seeing the back of his hand has been blue, then paused for a moment before opening.

"I died in Tianjia for twelve years." He said calmly, "Autumn."

Chu Lun is not as eloquent as the words of the music, and he died on the boat. On the contrary, he recorded in the life spectrum that he should have explored flowers in the 12-year examination and entered the Hanlin with Zuo Qingyi. He was angered by the daring of the emperor at the autumn feast, and he was escorted to prison. It will die soon.

"The words can't bear to be like this, they will change my life for me." Chu Lun looked at him. "It’s just that we have never expected that the person who will be the one who promises me will be a mirage."

"I didn't expect it." Jing Lin said bluntly, "still tacit."

Chu Lun coughed, and his words glared at him. He wiped the blood with Pa, and said to Jing Lin: "I am far from the scene, but I am quite the same. We have no grievances or no pickles. Why do I want to harm him? ?"

Jing Lin did not pay attention, just waiting for him to continue.

Chu Lun rested for a long while and said: "If I knew it today, I will not let the music run for me." His eyes are flushed, "I am so damned."

"How can Le Yin be the pen of Suining Xian, how can it fall into your hands." Jing Lin said.

Chu Lun and Jing Lin looked at each other. He covered his mouth and said slowly: "...A few years ago, Liu Daren saw me poor, and the pen used to be a bald stick, I gave it to me. It was a music story. ""

Net Lin seems to be a real dagger, and asked: "You and Liu Chengde are very good?"

"Liu Daren's character is first-class, although he is in the middle of the DPRK, but he is unyielding." Chu Lun said, "I and the company together to trace the case, it is after Liu Daren can find out today."

"I don't know anything." Jing Lin suddenly jumped to the front. "You are a mortal, how to know your own life."

Chu Lun was slightly stunned and wanted to speak. Seeing the eyes of Jing Lin’s eyes, he was unconsciously stagnation. He coughed a few more times and looked a little.

"... Liu Daren talked after drinking, and told me when I was drunk."

"His drink is nonsense, you also believe." Cangwu cups along, enjoy themselves. "You two are closer than expected."

It is reasonable to say that although Chu Lun has a referral, it is Zuo Qingyi who can worship under Liu Chengde. Teacher-student friendship is not as good as acquaintance, and how can it not be said.

"Liu Chengde told you about the life spectrum, and also gave it to the pen demon." Cangjie stretched out his leg and said, "It’s a good relationship between you and your relationship. It’s just like 'same brothers and sisters'. If there is such a saint, I want it. know."

Chu Lun said: "There is no such thing as this."

"He said your life, did you mention Zuo Qingyi?"

Chu Lun barely smiled: "No."

"Lie." The word "Net Lin" stopped his cough, and said, "You not only know your life, but also know the life spectrum of Zuo Qingyi. You know, what to hide?"

Chu Lun pressed the voice: "When you see the two of you, you don't know how to be good or bad."

"You are really cautious." Jing Lin said, "The answer is not leaking."

He learned that Zuo Qing’s death in prison, when he talked about tears and tears, he talked and he recovered as usual. What is his friendship with Zuo Qing? It is the same feelings that he personally said, the hands and feet are dead, and the average person has the ability to cooperate with this just right. Seeing his answer to the question, although there is no excuse for the look, he has to clean himself up. Even if the net Lin suddenly turned the topic away, he can calmly and deliberately answer.

"The magical power of the gods is boundless, why bother us." Chu Lun became more and more cough, and looked at Jinglin in the strokes of the music. He said, "I just got a life, but I am still a sick man. I dare not dare. I can't fool God."

"You are unrequited because of 'illness', 'illness' is your original destination." Jing Lin said, "But since the moment of music, your 'illness' has been cured, so you can be reborn Since you have survived, why bother to become sick again?"

Chu Luan sweats the horns, he is not stunned, and he heard this statement is indignant. The music is mixed with him, and he does not understand what Jing Lin said.

Jing Lin said: "If it is a serious illness, it will make people suspicious. It has already been done, and it is necessary to do it thoroughly. If it is impossible to die, it is better to try to make the disease cover up. Liu Chengde is afraid of left-handedness, not afraid of you. Because you are very ill, seeing your life as a medicine can, he has no worries, and you can do it smoothly. But he knows that you are not sick in the body, but in your heart."

"If you want to add sin, why don't you have a word." Chu Lun's lips bleed, he smashed and stared at Jing Lin. "Because I am alive, God will definitely blame me?"

"I just guessed it." Jing Lin took the tea from the hands of the sky and drank it. "You feel that you are guilty?"

"The mourning gods of 曦景 are angry, but that is not my intention. I have never murdered one person!"

"You naturally don't." Jing Lin touched the warmth on the cup and said, "I only held the sword, and today I realized that the person who originally held the pen was even better."

"What is the meaning of this statement?" The words are red with a hint of nose, and whispered, "Shen has always been by my side, never hurt anyone... even if it is changed, I am willing to go alone..."

"Because you are killing people." Jing Lin side, "It is Liu Chengde, the emperor, who is more unpredictable behind him, but he is not him. He just happened to know that there is no intention to promote."

"I have never been." Chu Lun clenched the par, and wanted to cut his teeth. "I didn't!"

"That has nothing to do with me." Jing Lin put down the teacup and really cut the subject. "I just want to know who is it, telling you the story?"

The sky is sitting straight and curious: "Isn't Liu Chengde?"

"Liu Chengde is floating on the surface, and he has already been destined to be abandoning the next day. He knows that he is not as good as Chu." Jing Lin said, he pointed his fingertips and said with a blank expression. Ask Chu, who told you?"