Nangong Feiran also had a bad day. After returning from the Huichun Hall in the morning, he locked himself in the martial arts training hall and kept wielding swords and guns by himself.
He didn't understand what was wrong with him. Since Yuchi Pingting didn't like him and liked Nangong Fuyi, why did she marry him again? Why did she risk her life to accompany him to the battlefield and live and die with him?
When did they start? How long had the relationship between them been hidden from him? He didn't know, he seemed a little aggrieved and unwilling, but mostly filled with hatred.
He cares so much about a woman, but this woman actually plans to leave him with his best friend. How can he bear this?
Should he expose them? Or should he just pretend not to know, then turn a blind eye and let them go? Nangong Feiran was very confused, and the long sword in his hand was out of order. There were sword lights in the martial arts hall.
Flashing past, it seemed as if every sword stabbed Nangong Feiran's heart.
He thought, if he had known this was the case, he might as well have died that time at Desert Villa. If he had died at that time, no matter whether Yuchi Pingting and Nangong Fuyi had started at that time, at least he would not have known about it.
, at least he knows that she loves him, at least when he dies, he will die very satisfied.
But now, he felt that his heart had been drained out. He felt that he had difficulty even breathing. He had never had such difficulty. It was not that he had never been betrayed on the battlefield, but when he knew the traitor, he
He would chop that person with a sword without hesitation, and then continue to fight and kill the enemy as if these things had never happened. But now, he couldn't even control his own mood, let alone act as if nothing had happened.
.
He could only use the weapons in his hands to vent his dissatisfaction and resentment. However, when he was exhausted and exhausted, when he was lying on the floor of the martial arts hall, his brain was still spinning, and every scene was
Yuchi Pingting's
The shadows include Yuchi Pingting's indifference when he and Yuchi Pingting first met, her fearlessness on the battlefield, her desperate efforts to save him when the enemy was in front of her, and how she nestled in his arms when she was drunk.
She has a charming and charming appearance.
The shadow of Yuchi Pingting was like a TV series, which had been replaying in his mind from the first time he saw deep love, but when the appearance of Yuchi Pingting and Nangong Fuyi this morning appeared in his mind, as well as the conversation between them
At that time, all the beautiful memories were shattered in an instant, and all the anger burned in an instant.
Nangong Feiran stood up again, danced the sword, vented, tired, fell, recalled, sweet, angry, danced the sword again...
Nangong Feiran kept doing these things in a cycle. For the whole day, he locked himself in the martial arts hall, without eating or drinking, and just danced with the sword day and night, trying to distract himself and try to use
I don’t care so much about Yuchi Pingting.
The housekeeper, Uncle Zhong, shouted several times outside, but there was no sound except the sound of a long sword cutting through the air. Uncle Zhong was very worried about Nangong Feiran, so he went to Nangong Feiqing to persuade Nangong Feiran.
"Has he locked himself in there for a day?" Nangong Feiqing was obviously a little surprised after hearing Uncle Zhong's narration.
"Yes, it's been a day without eating or drinking, just practicing swordsmanship. The second son was not like this before." Uncle Zhong said, "If this continues, his body will not be able to bear it." Nangong Feiqing and Nangong Feiran
He watched the two brothers grow up, and he treated them like father and son. Now he sees Nangong Feiran locking himself up and sulking, which makes him very worried.
"Uncle Zhong, don't worry. You should go and rest early. I'll go take a look." Nangong Feiqing said and walked towards the direction of the martial arts training hall.
Nangong Feiqing knocked on the door, then opened the door and walked in without waiting for a response. The servants did not dare to come in and disturb Nangong Feiran, but how dare he. Although he was born in a family of military generals, he was a real scholar.
, but Nangong Feiran loves and respects his eldest brother very much.
Nangong Feiqing looked at the martial arts training hall, which was filled with dust. As soon as he entered, he frowned and almost coughed without choking.
Nangong Feiran was lying on the ground in a large shape at the moment, looking at the ceiling, but there was no trace of the aura of the past. He seemed to be full of despair and anger.
Nangong Feiqing rarely saw his younger brother behave like this. When he was a child, if he was wronged or failed in a martial arts competition with others, he would stubbornly lock himself in the martial arts training hall to practice boxing. But as he grows older and his martial arts skills improve,
As he became stronger and stronger, Nangong Feiran became more and more mature and rarely locked himself in the martial arts hall anymore.
Even if I did, I would occasionally practice martial arts to vent my anger when I heard something irritating in the court, but I would never lock myself away for a whole day like now.
Nangong Feiqing walked to Nangong Feiran, and then sat down on the floor next to him. Suddenly, the strong smell of sweat from Nangong Feiran's body came.
"Hey, do you know how stinky you are now?" Nangong Feiqing said jokingly.
Unexpectedly, Nangong Feiran didn't react at all, as if he hadn't heard anything. You know, if Nangong Feiqing said this in normal times, Nangong Feiran would either have a fight with him, or he would take a shower and change a set of clean clothes with him in time.
More handsome than.
Nangong Feiqing was very surprised to see Nangong Feiran didn't react at all. It has to be said that Nangong Feiran is a person who is very good at hiding his feelings. He will not reveal his feelings easily. In other words, he can do anything.
Calm down, if it's like this, then he must be extremely sad, so sad that he doesn't want to hide his feelings anymore, so sad that he doesn't want to worry about anything else.
But Nangong Feiqing didn't understand what could make his invulnerable brother so sad. Nangong Feiqing talked to Nangong Feiran for a few words, but he ignored him.
He, he didn't say a word.
Nangong Feiqing was a little anxious, but at the same time, he also felt in his heart that Nangong Feiran must be really in pain. Because he knew that the pain that can be expressed is not real pain, but the pain that cannot be expressed is the real pain.
"Is it because of Yuchi Pingting?" Nangong Feiqing asked tentatively, what kind of pain can a general who has just returned from a victorious battle suffer? If there is anything that can make his proud brother who doesn't take everything in his eyes suffer.
If so, then this thing must be feelings.
Sure enough, after hearing these words, Nangong Feiran took a deep breath and turned his head away, but still did not speak. Even though it was just like this, Nangong Feiqing knew that he had guessed right.
"Is love always like this? No matter how hard it is to let go, will it always end in tragedy?" After a long time, Nangong Feiran asked, but his tone was more like an affirmation than a question.
Nangong Feiqing was very surprised. Would his cynical brother say such a thing? He even didn't believe his ears. But seeing Nangong Feiran's serious expression and red eyes, he knew that Nangong Feiran was serious.
confused.
He wanted to comfort his brother, but he didn't know where to start.
Happy people all have the same happiness, but unfortunate people have their own misfortunes. He clearly remembered that the relationship between Nangong Feiran and Yuchi Pingting was very good, but why did it suddenly happen? What happened? He
He is very curious but he won't ask. He knows the brother he loves. If he wants to say something, he will say it without asking. If he doesn't want to say it, he won't say it no matter how much he asks.
Nangong Feiqing patted Nangong Feiran on the shoulder: "Okay, go out and change into clean clothes and eat something. You look like the end of the world. Get up!"
"Brother, I know you have a few jars of daughter's red that you have privately collected. Don't be selfish today and share them with me." Nangong Feiran said expressionlessly.
"Okay, I'll wait for you in the garden. We brothers will be drunk today, but if you are so dirty, I won't drink with you." Nangong Feiqing said and stood up.
Nangong Feiran smiled bitterly, then turned over and stood up. As he walked out, he said to Nangong Feiqing behind him: "Look, I will always be Nangong Feiran who is more handsome than you."
Nangong Feiqing looked at Nangong Feiran's back and shook his head helplessly.
Hua Ningmou paced nervously in the room. Although she could still move freely in the palace, everything she did was being monitored. Nangong Feiran had clearly put her under house arrest. Now, if she just wants to follow Song Jingyun, she will probably leave.
No more.
Hua Ningmu was hesitating when suddenly her mother ran in in a panic.
"Oh, why are you so panicked?" Hua Ningmou asked carefully, wondering what news her mother had gotten from outside.
Mother Hua showed a proud look and said, "Daughter, the crown prince and the little princess are having a dispute." Mother Hua said excitedly.
"Are you sure?" Hua Ningmou asked excitedly. If the news is true, it means that what she said to Nangong Feiran last night is still valid, although Nangong Feiran said that he absolutely believed in Nangong Feiqing and Yuchi Ping.
Ting, if it involves the death of Prince Hui, he will definitely not sit idly by and ignore it.
"I saw it with my own eyes." Mother Hua said proudly: "They didn't say a word today. The servant went out early, but he just came back. When he came back, he led the little bastard directly back to her courtyard, and the prince
I have been losing my temper in the martial arts hall since I came back from going out in the morning. I heard from some of the waiters at the martial arts hall that I have never seen the crown prince so angry." Mother Hua became more and more excited as she spoke.
Hua Ningmou was also elated when she heard this, thinking that her cousin's trick was really effective. Yuchi Pingting and Nangong Feiran had gotten into trouble so quickly, so it seemed like she had to do something to add fuel to the flames.
"But I heard that they control their qi because of that doctor." Mother Hua said hesitantly: "After the prince came back in the morning, he went to the martial arts training hall with a bad face. Some people said that the prince went to Nangong Fuyi's medicine shop in the morning.
That’s all.”
Hua Ning's eyes were a little confused. Could it be that the prince saw something shameful about the doctor Yuchi Pingting that made him so angry?
"Mom, go find your cousin. I have something to discuss with him. Be careful and don't let anyone see you." Hua Ningmou warned.
"Don't worry." Hua Mu patted Hua Ningmou's hand and then withdrew.
Nangong Feiran returned to his room and took a shower. He changed into clean clothes. Looking at his tired face in the bronze mirror, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart: Nangong Feiran, what's wrong with you? How could you be like this because of a woman?
Sad, have you forgotten? The battlefield is your best destination, woman, but they are all like that, so why should you feel sad because of women?