The moon is dark and the wind is high at night.

The golden mask on Qin Yiru's face completely imitated the mask that Nangong Heng used, exactly the same.

But Nangong Heng was not wearing a mask at this time, which was enough for Qin Yiru to see clearly who the person opposite was.

"Second Brother Two... Why are you here?" Qin Yiru tried hard to make her voice sound calm and regular, with a hint of deliberate surprise. Although she had done a perfect disguise, since she met Nangong Heng, it would be useless.

"You should tell me first, why are you here?" Nangong Heng's voice was cold, and the ghost red sword in his hand emitted a faint light under the moonlight.

"I like music and I have long wanted to see what Feng Yinqin looks like. I once heard that Qin is in the hands of Miss Ye Lian, the Zhongyong Hou Mansion. I don't often leave the valley and I don't know many things. I just went to Zhongyong Hou Mansion and realized that Qin is now at Princess Zhan. I plan to visit Princess Jing's Mansion tomorrow, hoping that Princess Zhan can let me see the famous Qin." Qin Yiru's voice sounded no longer strange.

After the words came, Qin Yiru spoke again, with concern: "Second Brother, you have just been poisoned and you are weak. Why don't you rest well? Why don't you escort you back to Prince Jing's Mansion?"

"Junior sister, it's really amazing!" Nangong Heng said coldly.

Qin Yiru pretended to be puzzled: "I don't understand what the second senior brother is saying? I heard my father say that the second senior brother is familiar with Princess Nan Chu Zhan, so I took the liberty to go to Prince Jing's mansion to find the second senior brother. Is Princess Zhan unhappy when he saw me? I admit that when I saw Brother Second Senior lying there unconsciously, I was anxious and said something that was not suitable for me now. But I swear, I have absolutely no malice, it's all for the good of Brother Second Senior. Princess Zhan also said at the time that what I said makes sense. But I don't know how she told Brother Second Senior later..."

Nangong Heng remained silent, and Qin Yiru's voice was a little nervous: "Second Brother Second, are you angry with me? I shouldn't have disturbed you and Princess Zhan. If my father hadn't been in a bad condition, I would definitely not have come. If Princess Zhan was angry with Brother Second because of me... I can go and explain to her and apologize to her."

"What apologize?" Nangong Heng said coldly, "I misunderstood you. Since you are for Feng Yinqin, come with me."

Qin Yiru breathed a sigh of relief and asked in confusion: "Where are you going with your second senior brother?"

"Go to Prince Jing's Mansion and see Feng Yinqin." Nangong Heng said.

"That's Princess Zhan's treasure. Brother Second Senior takes me to see. Would she be even more unhappy?" Qin Yiru's voice was filled with a hint of caution.

"Just just a piano, what's wrong with being unhappy?" Nangong Heng finished speaking and turned toward Prince Jing's Mansion, without any light skills.

Qin Yiru looked at Nangong Heng's back, her eyes flashed slightly, and she followed silently.

Nangong Heng walked the whole way to the back door of Prince Jing’s Mansion, and the door was opened by Qixing. Nangong Heng went straight to Wuhua Pavilion.

Qin Yiru followed him not far away, and went to the gate of Wuhua Pavilion, and saw Nangong Heng stopping.

"Second Brother, are you okay?" Qin Yiru took off her mask and looked at Nangong Heng with a concern.

"I'm fine." Nangong Heng shook his head, "You go up and rest for a while, I'll get the Fengyinqin."

"Thank you, the second senior brother." Qin Yiru looked happy and sighed slightly after he finished speaking, "But if there is any difficulty, forget it. I don't want to make Princess Zhan unhappy because of this."

Nangong Heng seemed to have not heard it and turned around and left.

Qin Yiru looked at Nangong Heng's back and the corners of her lips slightly raised. Fortunately, she was smart. When Nangong Heng found out that she came out of Zhongyong Hou's Mansion, she came up with a perfect reason in a hurry. Princess Zhan was angry? The more angry she was, the better! Men would not like women with bad tempers...

Qin Yiru went upstairs and saw two candles lit on the second floor of Wuhua Pavilion, and a pot of bright yellow flowers were placed on the windowsill, which was just right.

Qin Yiru walked over, reached out and touched Hualien gently. She was about to push open the window and looked outside. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and fell to the ground!

Xiuzhuxuan.

Ye Ling was meditating and practicing as usual.

The window was knocked, and then a familiar voice sounded: "Little Leaf, Little Leaf..."

Ye Ling looked impatient and didn't want to pay attention, but was afraid that Ye Ying and Ye Chen would wake up next door, so she got up and got out of bed, went over to open the window.

Nangong Heng covered his chest, jumped in, staggered two steps, held the table, and squirted out a mouthful of blood!

Ye Ling frowned: "You are like this, why don't you have a good rest? Isn't you going to die?"

Nangong Heng sat down and took a deep breath. The dim light made his face pale as paper. He shook his head slightly and said, "Something is wrong. I just went out."

Ye Ling walked over, grabbed one of Nangong Heng's arm expressionlessly, and took his pulse.

Nangong Heng leaned half of his body against the table and said weakly: "I can't die. Can Xiaoyezi give me a sip of water?"

Ye Ling let go of Nangong Heng and snorted coldly: "I can't die. How capable are you! You are so strong!"

After saying that, Ye Ling touched the teapot, and it was cold. She carried the teapot out, and came back a while later, poured Nangong Heng a cup of warm water.

Nangong Heng took a few sips, then put it down, leaned weakly on the table, looking at Ye Ling.

"Is there anything to ask me for?" Ye Ling frowned.

"It's something." Nangong Heng nodded slightly, looking so pitiful.

"Say." Ye Ling said concisely.

"I encountered a difficult problem." Nangong Heng whispered, "My junior sister, Qin Yiru, just went to Zhongyong Hou Mansion."

Ye Ling narrowed her eyes slightly: "What? She went to find Ye Lian, want to kill someone with a knife? Get rid of me?"

"Xiao Yezi, you are so smart." Nangong Heng nodded, "She is so good at making up stories. I don't know what she talks with Ye Lian. I can hear it clearly. Now, she is in Wuhua Pavilion and is suffering from a drug."

Ye Ling looked inexplicably: "She is your junior sister, the daughter of Senior Qin. Because of Senior Qin, you can't kill her, but you can't just let her do evil, so I don't know what to do with her?"

Nangong Heng blinked: "Little Yezi, are you a little roundworm growing in my belly?"

"Get out! I'll throw you out!" Ye Ling snorted coldly.

"Oh, she is the adopted daughter picked up by her master. She has been loved by her master since she was a child. If someone else wanted to murder you, I would definitely kill you without hesitation. But she can't kill her. If I kill her, unless I kill my master, my master will definitely kill me, and you." Nangong Heng sighed.

Ye Ling thought for a moment: "The Xuanyin Xin method I practice now was given by your master. Although you helped me to ask for it, if he didn't nod, I wouldn't get it. His only daughter wanted to kill me, at least this time, I wouldn't touch her, so I just returned the love of Senior Qin as a gift from the book."

"I knew, Xiao Yezi, you are the most reasonable." Nangong Heng looked at Ye Ling with a confused look.

"Your problem is actually easy to solve." Ye Ling said with a smile, "Hurry up, leave me and take your junior sister back. You two will be happy when you get married."

Nangong Heng looked at Ye Ling without saying anything, suddenly stood up, turned around and left, and before he could jump out, he fell to the ground before he could even jump out.

Ye Ling stood up and pulled Nangong Heng, but was pushed away by Nangong Heng: "Xiao Yezi, I sincerely come to ask you for help. You actually teased me with that... "

Looking at Nangong Heng's miserable appearance, Ye Ling sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, it's my fault. I'll take back what I said just now. Brother Ghost, get up first."

Ye Ling went to help Nangong Heng, and Nangong Heng leaned half of his body against her before barely standing.

"No, I have to get some medicine for you." Ye Ling helped Nangong Heng to the edge of the bed, "Lying down first."

"Your bed..." Nangong Heng shook his head. Before, Ye Ling was not happy to climb Ye Ling's bed.

"Pretentious!" Ye Ling finished speaking, and after pushing, Nangong Heng threw himself on her bed. She turned around and strode away, and went to her pharmacy.

Nangong Heng held Ye Ling's quilt and fell asleep in a short while.

Ye Ling came back, took a bowl of steaming bitter medicine juice, pulled Nangong Heng, and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking, Nangong Heng said two words weakly: "It's so hot..."

Ye Ling put the bowl next to him, let go of Nangong Heng, and looked at him and said, "The simple solution to your junior sister is actually. First, you marry her; second, she falls in love with others; third, she dies."

"The first one is impossible, the third one is not possible, the second one..." Nangong Heng thought for a while and said, "How about I let Qixing seduce her?"

"Master, I can't do it!" Qixing's voice sounded outside the back window, with a hint of panic.

Nangong Heng is just a joke.

No one paid attention to Qixing, Ye Ling continued: "The rational way is to leave her to your master for discipline. Your master may not know what kind of person his beloved daughter is, you should tell him as soon as possible. One day in the future, if Qin Yiru even cheats and hurts your master in order to achieve his goal, it would be too late."

Nangong Heng's expression narrowed: "Actually, I suspect that she had deceived my master. Now that I think about it, something strange happened to my master suddenly in practice."

"You mean, in order to keep you in the valley, she even hurt her adoptive father who loved her the most?" Ye Ling frowned.

Nangong Heng shook his head: "I guessed it, but it's possible."

"If there is no evidence, don't draw conclusions easily." Ye Ling said calmly, "Just talk about what you and Qin Yiru are thinking, and tell your master clearly. If your master thinks that his precious daughter likes you, you should be with her, it would be even simpler. Your master-apprentice relationship collapses and you don't have to worry about him any longer in the future. But if he understands the truth, he will naturally control his daughter."

Nangong Heng looked up and said, "I will explain it to my master. If this happens again, I will not be polite to Qin Yiru again."

"That's it. The ugly words are ahead. If you remind him that he can't control his daughter well, he will bear the consequences for it." Ye Ling nodded slightly.

"Okay!" Nangong Heng said, and sat up with his arms on his back, "Xiao Yezi, use your four treasures of the study, I want to write a letter to my master."

Ye Ling polished the ink, and Nangong Heng wrote a very long letter to Qin Zheng.

The letter had just been written, and a trace of bright red blood came over the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head and deliberately let the drop of blood drip on the letter paper to show his master. He was already very miserable, so don't let Qin Yiru bother him again.

"I asked Qixing to take Xin and Qin Yiru back to Xiaoyao Valley." Nangong Heng folded the letter paper, put it in an envelope, and sealed it.

"Master, can you not go?" Qixing's voice sounded out of the back window again.

"Or else you go and seduce her!" Nangong Heng snorted softly, "I also learned to bargain, but Xiao Yezi, you are so kind to him."

Qixing said weakly: "Okay." He admitted that he had been having too much fun in Prince Jing's Mansion recently and he was a little drifty. Who would he go to the master's mission?

Qin Yiru, who fainted in Wuhua Pavilion, was carried by Qixing, and left Prince Jing's Mansion with Nangong Heng's letter in his arms.

Not long after leaving the mansion, Qixing was back.

"Madam, my subordinates are gone. Remember to arrange for people to feed the cows. They have to feed them three times a day and wash the grass. The one they like to eat the most..." Qixing carefully handed over the task of feeding the cows at the back window of Ye Ling's room. After saying that, he summarized, "You can let my master feed them."

Qixing was thinking, so his master would have a reason to stay and not leave!

But Nangong Heng had fallen asleep at this moment and did not hear it.

"I understand, go and take care of yourself."

Ye Ling's voice came out, Qixing carried Qin Yiru and left again, and soon disappeared.

Nangong Heng was a serious ill person. He was on Ye Ling's bed. Ye Ling found a mat, sat cross-legged by the window, and practiced until dawn.

When he woke up again, Nangong Heng had already returned to the second floor of Wuhua Pavilion. The quilts that were stained yesterday were all replaced with new ones. Mo Zhu brought a bowl of medicine and said, "Young Master, do you need to feed it?"

Nangong Heng shook his head pale and said, "No need." After the words, he sat up slowly, took the medicine bowl, and drank it all without a spoon.
To be continued...