When Liu Ruiying stood again under the courtyard of Baoyi Gambling House, the rain in Zhongdu City had become much lighter. He didn't show up at any time, because the sky was already bleak, and even at night, as long as it rained, it would be brighter than the ordinary late night.

Drops of rain are like small mirrors, which can disperse the only light between heaven and earth to the greatest extent. Even if there is no sun and moon or lights on earth, they can find some light from corners and then refract it around through their own specialty.

Liu Ruiying didn't know how to define this rain. Usually people distinguish the occurrence of this kind of weather by seasons. The rain in spring is called spring rain, and autumn is called autumn rain.

But according to the season, it is still midsummer. After all, the "World Dragon and Tiger Fight" in the literary world has just ended for about twelve hours, which is the most obvious sign of midsummer.

But when the raindrops fell on Liu Ruiying's body, he felt extremely trance... he felt that he was in autumn again and again. Every drop of rain was wrapped in a strong sense of autumn, falling on his body and face. Especially his shoulders, it was soaked and transparent, and the color of his clothes became strange.

The boundary between midsummer and early autumn is not obvious, and it is much different from spring and winter. Liu Ruiying looked around and saw that there were no one else in the courtyard, and those tables were still placed there to get wet in the rain. There were many small beaches accumulated on the table, which were so bright that he could not watch for a long time.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead, and stroked the broken hair in front of his forehead back, and forced the water back to the root of the hair behind his head like a comb. Liu Ruiying originally wanted to hold it in his palm and shake it out, but the water droplets were obviously faster than his reaction. Before he turned up his palm, he flowed completely along his neck and soaked his collar like his shoulders.

Suddenly, I felt a heavy warmth coming from my left shoulder, as if it was noon on a sunny day, and the sun shone on my body. The hot sunlight will produce weight after being exposed to it for a long time. I believe everyone has had this illusion. Liu Ruiying is not the first, nor will it be the only one.

But he soon remembered that it was cloudy and the rain was still drizzling. How could there be a sun? While he was puzzled, the weight and temperature suddenly faded, and a black shadow flashed rapidly from his side. Liu Ruiying instinctively stretched out his hands and caught it. Then he realized that it was Mrs. Ling's body.

Half of her body was held back by Liu Ruiying's arms, her head drooped, and her waist was in an extremely twisted posture. No one would feel comfortable, but Mrs. Ling no longer cared about so much now.

She no longer had the energy to support her neck. She wanted to rely on herself to relax her body, but she still had to spend more energy.

Liu Ruiying felt her breathing was very rapid and shallow. As she breathed, she felt a stream of dampness and heat on her right arm. When she looked down, she saw that it was full of Mrs. Ling's blood.

The blood is no longer bright red, but lilac. On cloudy days, it looks like Liu Ruiying's arm is beaten into black green.

All the trance disappeared in this moment, and the fragmented pictures formed a string in Liu Ruiying's eyes. He remembered most of the previous events, and some fragments became blurred and could not recall the fullness of the memory.

Holding Mrs. Ling, Liu Ruiying took a few steps back and stood under the eaves.

People who are still bleeding from injuries cannot suffer from cold and second, they cannot get wet. After suffering from cold, the originally weak body will completely collapse. After the wound is wet, it will become red and swollen. In severe cases, it will produce sores and suppurate, which will not be cured for a long time, and it will even recur when it rains and becomes extremely itchy.

After returning to the eaves, Liu Ruiying slowly squatted down to make Mrs. Ling stretch his body a little. He wanted to take off his coat and cover Mrs. Ling's body, but the slight shaking of his arms would make people frown, so he could not move at all, let alone take off his clothes.

After a while, Mrs. Ling's breathing became longer.

It was not as lively as slow, or even as quiet as a silence. Coupled with her fair face, it seemed like she had no blood and blood.

Liu Ruiying was a little panicked, but soon she felt relieved when she saw her open her eyes...

He couldn't imagine what she would do if she really fell asleep like this.

Mrs. Ling stared at Liu Ruiying with her eyes tightly.

Although her body was still limp, the two eyes were like two red iron rods, which made Liu Ruiying's eyes awkward and almost left tears.

As a last resort, he could only raise his head and turn his gaze forward to resist Mrs. Ling's harsh gaze.

Mrs. Ling stared for a moment, and her body suddenly moved. She tried her best to twist her waist so that the wound would no longer press against Liu Ruiying's arms, and at the same time, her neck was lying entirely at the bend of his arms to support her.

"well……"

Mrs. Ling sighed, very light and very careful.

She was even breathing carefully at this moment, afraid of tying the wound, but she still sighed. She could imagine how strong and profound the depression in her heart was.

Liu Ruiying didn't know what to say.

In fact, he felt that the action of sighing would never happen alone. People either talk before sighing or say it after sighing. Otherwise, the unclear sigh will only make themselves dizzy, and others seem to be worried about the new poem.

But Mrs. Ling didn't say a word... She even sighed five or six times one after another.

This made Liu Ruiying even more embarrassed, especially when Mrs. Ling was still lying on his arms.

If someone sees this posture, you will definitely feel ambiguous, but Liu Ruiying knows that his arms have begun to settle accounts, and his legs are paralyzed from his heels, facing upward inch by inch.

He was half-squatting under the eaves. Compared to Mrs. Ling's awkward waist, Liu Ruiying's posture was obviously more uncomfortable.

After a long time after the last sigh, Liu Ruiying lowered her chin slightly and saw Mrs. Ling closing her eyes again with her own light.

The blood had begun to solidify on his arms, and the color became darker, which made his skin tighter and itchy... Liu Ruiying wanted to rub his clothes, but just thought about it, his arms were still as iron-built as iron.

On the one hand, he didn't dare to move, for fear that the wound in his arms would be passive, and on the other hand, he could not move. His arms could no longer be controlled, just like a fake hand installed later, he could not control it no matter how hard he was.

"Help me up."

Mrs. Ling said.

She didn't seem to open her mouth and her voice was so small that Liu Ruiying didn't hear it clearly, but subconsciously looked up at her face.

Because of the injury and blood loss, Mrs. Ling's face looked extremely pale and she had no previous qualities.

Liu Ruiying remembers that when she first met Mrs. Ling, her face was always covered with blush, and she didn't just drink alcohol but also painted blush.

But as a woman, how can you not love beauty? Except for the fact that Mrs. Ling is a little unconventional when leaning on the couch in the "Three Long and Two Short Hall", she dresses up very well at the same time.

But after thinking about it carefully, Liu Ruiying found that there was not even a mirror in the entire "three longs and two shorts", which was very unreasonable.

It’s a pity that he dresses so beautifully and doesn’t look in the mirror. If he doesn’t appreciate it, how can others appreciate it?

Seeing that Liu Ruiying was not moving at all, Mrs. Ling couldn't help but try to open her eyes and repeat the words just now.

Liu Ruiying heard it clearly this time, so he slowly raised his left arm, first letting Mrs. Ling's head stand up to make breathing smoothly. His movements were very slow, but even so, Mrs. Ling frowned and hissed sounds. The last sound was dragged very long, just like the sound of the leaves when autumn just came to autumn, falling on the ground, and when they were swept up by a broom.

He slowly moved his left arm upwards, finally stopped behind Mrs. Ling's shoulders, embraced his shoulders, and at the same time retreated to the side so that Mrs. Ling's back could be leaned against Lizhushan.

But the surface of the pillar was arc-shaped, and Mrs. Ling's body unconsciously fell to the side. Liu Ruiying had to reach out to support her shoulders, squat in front, and face her face.

I didn't feel comfortable sitting, and after this movement, a lot of blood came out of the wound on Mrs. Ling's waist...

"Is the literary battle over the dragon and tiger ended?"

Mrs. Ling asked.

Liu Ruiying was wiping the blood on his arm with the corner of his clothes. Suddenly, he heard Mrs. Ling's question and didn't come back to his senses.

"it's over."

He replied in a daze.

"Tonghai Hontai?"

Mrs. Ling asked again.

The lack of strength made her unable to persist in saying a complete sentence, and she could only squeeze out her throat word by word.

Liu Ruiying could feel that she had something to say after "Donghai Yuntai", but she was interrupted by a violent cough, which made her bent down and pressed the wound with her hands.

"A few people from Yuntai, Donghai, disappeared, and the rest left the sage when they were sacrificed by the ancestors."

Liu Ruiying stopped at this time because Mrs. Ling's eyes closed again... He really didn't know if Mrs. Ling had heard it.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Ling opened her eyes and Liu Ruiying continued.

"The remaining few people colluded with Fu Yunzhou, which made the royal military weapon department more disturbed..."

Liu Ruiying said.

"Turn over?"

Mrs. Ling obviously did not understand the meaning of this word, so she specially proposed to let Liu Ruiying explain it.

"It's just... we went a little late. After Fu Yunzhou was kicked out of the imperial prison, no documents were issued to various places. He had a close personal relationship with Du Puyu, the commander of the palace guard in the palace. He forged a commander in the name of Mrs. Ling. He said too many swords and weapons made the guests suspicious, so many of them were removed. The places where the palace guards should have been on duty were replaced with flags, and they took advantage of the loopholes."

Liu Ruiying tried hard to think about it and spoke very much, for fear that something would inappropriately stimulate Mrs. Ling.

Now Mrs. Ling is very fragile in spirit and body, so she should pay attention to his words and deeds.

"It's not a matter of familiarity between Fu Yunzhou and him. At that time, because many matters in the imperial prison and the royal palace needed to be communicated, he was just going back and forth in the middle, and he became familiar with each other."

Mrs. Ling said.

Her spirit seemed to have recovered a little, and she could say a complete sentence very smoothly.

"Didn't it mean that the guards are not allowed to interact with outsiders?"

Liu Ruiying asked.

"The Eunuch Prison is not considered an outsider."

"What's more, I didn't expect Fu Yunzhou to be like this at that time."

Mrs. Ling swallowed and said.

Liu Ruiying could not hear any regret in his words, but her expression was much solemn than before.

It’s not that Mrs. Ling won’t regret it, but because no matter who it is, she will leave mistakes. Even if she is thorough, she will make mistakes.

Naturally, you can't look back and find what you missed, just like the lives of colleagues in the Military Equipment Department. But at least these lessons can surprise everyone. The earlier you wake up, the less threats it will be to the future.

"later?"

"Later, I led the guards into the military weapon department and killed the remaining Yuntai people. Fu Yunzhou was captured alive."

Liu Ruiying said.

But he didn't mention Mo Li.

After all, as an outsider, she can't argue with the internal affairs of the royal palace.

Although Liu Jinghao, the king of Qingzhong, had given her enough warning, Mrs. Ling was a thorough person. She had already fallen into Fu Yunzhou and would never trust anyone else in the future, especially outsiders like Mo Li.

"You yourself?"

Sure enough, Mrs. Ling still had doubts.
To be continued...