Leng Ling returned to the headquarters, put on his military uniform, and came to the office with a serious expression.
In a quiet office, a noble woman was sitting comfortably on the sofa.
At this moment, she was drinking coffee and looking out the window at the dark blue night sky, looking completely comfortable and relaxed.
When she heard someone approaching, her brown phoenix eyes turned slightly. Ruth put down her coffee cup, looked at the young man who slowly walked up to her, and smiled faintly, "Are you here?"
Leng Ling pursed her thin lips, and looked straight at the other person with her black eyes with a hint of inexplicable meaning. Her gentle voice had no warmth, "Mrs. Ruth, I am Leng Ling, the highest commander in the Kessel region."
The vermilion lips held a hint of meaning, and Ruth nodded lightly, "Nice to meet you, Your Highness Leng Ling, you look younger than the rumors. I guess you are only twenty years old."
Ruth's natal family held a high status among the Valencian aristocracy, and her husband also held the title of duke. Unfortunately, her husband was too greedy for power and secretly colluded with government officials to plot an armed operation.
Carl ordered her to be executed a few years ago, and Ruth should have been implicated. However, Carl was jealous of her family's power and did not dare to do anything to her. Therefore, Ruth escaped by chance.
After Ruth's husband died, the government still gave her the same treatment, even better than before, which shows that Karl really did not dare to touch her.
For such a powerful woman to be able to live so well after the death of her husband, she must be quite skillful.
Facing such a cunning and fox-like woman, Leng Ling also felt a little overwhelmed.
Hearing the hidden teasing tone of the other party, Leng Ling's face was not pretty. In his dark eyes, there was a turbulent undercurrent, just like the sea at night, uncertain.
"Mrs. Ruth, what is your purpose in coming to Kessel?"
Ruth smiled lightly and said, "Your Highness Leng Ling, please don't be nervous. I came to you to seek political asylum."
Leng Ling's eyes narrowed, "Tell me the reason."
"Karl wants me dead and I have nowhere to go."
Green fingers supported her chin, and Ruth's slender eyebrows were raised slightly, as if she was saying something that had nothing to do with her.
Leng Ling's voice was cold, "I'm sorry, madam, in view of your request, I can only refuse."
Ruth was surprised and said, "Why? Karl and I are sworn enemies, and he killed my husband. If we can cooperate, maybe we can..."
Leng Ling interrupted the other party, "I'm sorry, Lanson does not welcome any Valencians. I have informed the president, and someone will come to pick you up by then, Lance."
Lance opened the door and entered, "Your Highness, what are your orders?"
"Take Mrs. Ruth to her room."
"Yes," Lance made a "please" gesture, "Mrs. Ruth, please."
Ruth didn't show any displeasure. She shrugged her shoulders, stood up and followed Lance out. When she reached the door, she suddenly turned around and said, "Your Highness Leng Ling, I have something to talk to you about."
explain."
The thin lip line uttered one word, "Say."
Ruth glanced at Lance, her bright red lips curved, "If Lance doesn't welcome any Valencians, why can Lieutenant Colonel Lean?"
"He is my knight."
"Then do you think he will always be loyal to you?" After a pause, a playful smile flashed across Ruth's charming face, "You know, this man... he is not simple."
The handsome eyebrows raised sharply, "Lance, send Mrs. Ruth out."
"yes."
Leng Ling watched Ruth disappear behind the door, and a few dark colors quietly flashed through her dark eyes.
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The long hospital corridor stretched on as if there was no end, and the black military boots made a dull echo on the floor.
Leng Ling stopped at the door of the ward, her beautiful black eyes staring at the door number, with the letters of Lien Hans's name written on it, shining with an inexplicable color under the dim light of the corridor.
Turning the armrest with slightly cold hands, Leng Ling pushed the door open and entered.
Carefully closing the door, he walked in gently.
Looking around, the focus of his eyes was on the only hospital bed in the room.
In the ward that smelled faintly of medicine, Lien was lying quietly on the bed, his gentle and regular breathing sound continuing in the room.
The sky outside the window was dark, and the dark blue sky covered the earth like a thick curtain.
Leng Ling slowly walked to Li En and sat down quietly.
The man was sleeping deeply, and his pale face could not hide his proud spirit and the unruly look between his brows.
Maimai stared at the face that was a little haggard and tortured by the pain. In the cold black eyes, thoughts were spinning thousands of times.
On that poetic and picturesque spring ten years ago, the man and he met for the first time in the back garden of Luoshan.
Seven years later, the two met again at the Romanel Army School, and lived together for three years. As well as the scene when he returned to Lanson and fought with the invaders by his side, scenes from the past quietly came to mind.
His voice, his body temperature, his plea, and his sorrow, with a familiar breath, a feeling of peace of mind, and unforgettable memories, are intertwined and lingering around him.
Just watching silently, the man's painful, helpless and sad words echoed in his ears.
"Why do you always make such subjective judgments? Why don't you give me a chance to explain? Yes, you are my master, and I must obey your orders. Only at this time will you obediently let me control you, and only then will you
Only at this time can I truly feel you... But, Ling, you know, this is not what I want..."
"It was always my fault in the past. It was me who didn't care about your feelings and made you hurt again and again. I promise you that from now on I will never force you to do anything again, including having sex with you."
"Ling...I won't die so easily..."
Warm care like water, strong love like glue, and endless melancholy creep up on that handsome face little by little.
Lean...
His eyes fell on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, staring there with watery eyes.
It was a notebook that was found in Lean's arms. It was this thing that saved his life.
At that time, Parker's fatal shot happened to hit the laptop. The hard cover blocked the trajectory of the bullet and missed Lean's heart.
Looking at the book that had been punched with a hole and soaked in water for a long time, Leng Ling reached out to pick it up, put it to her mouth, kissed it, and then opened it.
The paper inside the notebook was soaked with water. Leng Ling flipped through the pages, looking at the familiar notes on it, including his own and Lien's. Bits and pieces of the two's lives in the military academy gradually emerged in front of his eyes.
In order to make his country stronger and able to resist the invaders, Leng Ling traveled thousands of miles to study at the Romanel Army School in Valencia, the best army school in the entire continent of Catiala.
At that time, I had just arrived at the military academy and was so unfamiliar with everything. Facing the unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar classmates and instructors, and the contempt and disdain in their eyes when they looked at me, Leng Ling felt extremely uncomfortable.
.
Only he, Rean Hans, has always helped him, taken care of him, accompanied him in his studies and life, and saved his life many times.
To me, he was like a friend and a relative. With him, the boring military school life was not as boring as he imagined. Even though he was from Valencia, he had always regarded him as his only close friend, until he found that he loved
Fucked him.
That strange emotion once frightened me, and I had been suppressing it instinctively. I always thought that as long as I graduated and returned to my country, I would forget this forbidden love as time went by, but I didn't expect that the other person also loved me.
His white fingers brushed through the wet pages until he turned to the last two pages. A row of small words at the footer attracted Leng Ling's attention.
Although the fonts had become blurred and difficult to read after being soaked in sleep, Leng Ling could still vaguely make out a few words.
Lean Feng...
The surname can no longer be seen. The first name is indeed the abbreviation of Lien, but the surname does not look like the way "Hans" is written.
Leng Ling stared at this row of small characters for a long time.
For a moment, the ward was so quiet that there was almost no sound, except for the sound of wind passing by the window and hitting the window frame, making a slight noise.
The person on the bed seemed to be awake, and his golden eyes slowly opened.
When he saw the young man sitting next to him looking at the notebook intently, Lien frowned, and then weakly called out, "Ling..."
The hoarse voice was very tired, but it immediately distracted Leng Ling's attention.
Leng Ling put down the notebook, stared into the man's shimmering eyes, and said in a calm voice with concern, "The bullet has been taken out. Don't say anything now and have a good rest."
Lean nodded with difficulty, "Okay..."
Leng Ling looked at Li En's angry face and said in a low voice, "Li En."
Looking up at the other party with golden pupils, Li En waited for Leng Ling to speak, but the other party just opened his mouth, shook his head and said, "Nothing."
Li En stretched out his hand from the quilt and pointed at the notebook in Leng Ling's hand. His bloodless lips trembled, "The notebook is broken..."
Leng Ling shook his head and comforted softly, "It doesn't matter, I will find someone to repair it. Without it, you might really die, so I must restore it."
"kindness……"
Leng Ling put away his notebook and tucked Li En in. Leng Ling had never done this to him before.
Although it was a bit awkward, it seemed so precious in Lien's eyes.
"Sleep well, I'll stay with you."
"good."
Lien responded, closed his eyes, and fell asleep contentedly.
Leng Ling stared at that heroic face, slowly stretched out his hand, took Li En's exposed hand, and gently held it little by little.
His dark eyes were staring at the notebook in his hand, a touch of worry quietly passing away.
