My Love Comes to See the Grass on my Grave - Chapter 37

Gu Lang went back to the East Palace to get his clothes. In order to make it easier for him to take care of Zhao Zhuo before, the prince transferred him as a personal guard, and he no longer had to be on duty in the East Palace every day.

On the way, he met the prince who came back from the imperial study. This was the first time he had seen Murong Yan wearing a dragon-patterned python robe. It is no longer a white robe with wide sleeves and elegant, and there is no romantic smile. The apricot color of that body reveals the majesty of the emperor’s family, jade and gold.

They looked at each other on the porch. Wu Liu, who was following behind the prince, was confused, thinking that the prince was angry when he saw that Gu Lang did not salute, and was about to speak, when he saw the prince turned away again.

Wu Liu hurriedly chased after him, wondering why every time the prince saw Brother Gu, he would turn around and leave.

Gu Lang lowered his eyes, stood there for a while, and then left.

In the evening, thunder roared, and an autumn rain poured down.

Seven or eight guards from Zheng Mansion walked through the bamboo forest in the rain, but they couldn’t find the direction as they walked, and they were shivering because of the rain.

“His uncle, why can’t he find his way?!” A big man in the lead raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face, and said irritably, “Where is this dark man going?!”

A younger man behind him complained in a low voice, “Everyone said it was going to rain, so I couldn’t go into the woods, you don’t believe me…”

The big man turned his head and slapped him on the back of the head, scolding: “You still have the face to say?! The big man explained that he was looking for someone. After so many days of searching, he couldn’t even find a hair! If you drag it on, be careful that the big man will chop you off with a knife. Now feed the dog!”

The young man also knew that they hadn’t found anyone for so many days, so Zheng Yufei scolded them a lot and didn’t dare to speak again.

“Brother Jiang,” the other said to the big man, “there seems to be a fire in front of you, there should be a home, let’s take shelter from the rain.”

The big man stretched his neck and looked, and saw a faint light ahead. He couldn’t keep his eyes open due to the heavy rain. He just wanted to quickly find a place to hide, so he waved his hand: “Go, go and have a look.”

Zhao Zhuo and Inunsi were sitting under the bamboo building, drinking tea and chatting while listening to the sound of rain.

“When the young master came back, he locked himself in the room and didn’t eat dinner.” Zhao Zhuo said worriedly, “How can my body survive this way?”

Inunsi held a plate of peanuts, rubbed the skins one by one and ate them, and said, “Does the Crown Princess miss His Highness? Should I go and find His Highness?”

Zhao Zhuo: “Maybe they quarreled so fiercely before…”

“Yes,” Inumi nodded and said, “Your Highness has come down, will we quarrel again?”

Zhao Zhuo sighed and said, “I thought that Young Master Murong would be happier if Young Master Murong didn’t die, so why… alas…”

At this moment, Inumi rubbed Peanut’s hand for a while, and suddenly looked up to the front. The noise of rain and thunder covered the footsteps of the people in the woods, which he hadn’t noticed before.

The big man led someone to remove the bamboo, and at a glance he saw the bamboo building standing in the forest. He wiped the rain from his eyes and looked again, and saw two people sitting under the bamboo building. One of them was the middle-aged man who was rescued from Zheng Mansion that day, and they had been searching hard for the past few days. .

“Hahahahaha…” The big man laughed loudly, “It’s really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it. Hahahahaha… Hurry up, catch this immortal man back for business!”

A group of people pulled out the bright knives with a “swoosh”.

The door upstairs suddenly opened, Gu Lang took two knives and threw one to Zhao Zhuo, “Uncle Zhao.”

Inunmi also pulled out the soft sword from his waist, and with a flash of the sword light, he rushed forward first.

There was thunder, and the rain became heavier. In front of the bamboo building, the sound of swords and swords was drowned in the thunder and rain, only to see blood splashing red on the green bamboo.

Gu Lang was covered in rain, holding the blood-stained long knife, watching the blood drip from the big man’s chest, and fell straight down. His eyes were red, as if he saw the bright red that covered the sky and the ground again, like a **** mouth, savagely devouring people.

Gu Lang’s hands trembled, almost unable to hold the knife. At this moment, someone next to him slashed with a knife. Gu Lang tried his best to avoid it, but the blood on his body seemed to freeze, making him unable to move.

The knife wind came on the face, but was blocked by the sudden long sword, and the silver light flashed again, and the sneak attack fell to the ground.

“Prince Concubine,” Inu Mi asked while supporting Gu Lang, “Are you alright?”

Zhao Zhuo solved the last person, and also ran over. Seeing Gu Lang’s appearance, he remembered that his young master couldn’t see blood at night.

“Master,” Zhao Zhuo said hurriedly, “don’t look at it, go back and rest.”

Gu Lang’s face was frighteningly pale, but he stared at the blood on the ground, Zhao Zhuo and Inunsi struggled to help him back to the bamboo building.

But Gu Lang was trembling all the time, and the whole person looked wrong. It was the first time that Inunmi saw the princess like this, so she was so frightened that she hurried to find the prince.

In the Shanhe Casino, Murong Yan leaned against the window to watch the rain. Looking at it, Inunsi suddenly came out of the window, like a chicken in soup, out of breath: “His Royal Highness, Tai, Crown Princess… Bamboo Tower…”

With a “bang”, Murong Yan jumped out of the window and ran away.

Zhao Zhuo walked up and down in a hurry under the bamboo building. Although his young master can’t see blood at night, he usually just faints. Why does he look like this today? And kicked him out.

This is how to do? As soon as he looked up, he saw Murong Yan rushing out from the rain curtain, “Young Master Murong!”

Murong Yan didn’t hold an umbrella, his hair and clothes were dripping with water. He said anxiously, “What’s wrong with Gu Lang?”

“Young master saw blood just now,” Zhao Zhuo said, “something is wrong…”

“Where is he?”

“In the upstairs room.”

Murong Yan ran upstairs in three or two steps and pushed open the door. Gu Lang sat on the edge of the bed, his soaked clothes stuck to his body, and his teeth were chattering with shaking.

“Gu Lang,” Murong Yan walked over and held his cold hand, “what’s the matter with you?”

Gu Lang’s eyes were not clear, and he murmured, “Blood…”

“There is no blood,” Murong Yan said warmly, touching his face, “It’s alright, don’t be afraid.”

“No…” Gu Lang gritted his teeth, as if he was trying his best to endure something, “I…it’s really useless…” He hated, hated himself for being so weak and useless, a little blood would make him unable to move and let him be slaughtered. So afraid of seeing blood, how to take revenge? !

He suddenly raised his hand to draw the knife at the head of the bed, and slashed it against his arm.

“Gu Lang!” Murong Yan hurriedly grabbed the knife, but the blade still rubbed Gu Lang’s arm, making a shallow opening.

“What are you doing?!”

“I, I…don’t be afraid of blood…” Gu Lang seemed to think that the wound was too shallow, and he had to grab it with his hands, but was grabbed by Murong Yan, “Gu Lang, don’t do this, it will be fine… Don’t force yourself…”

Gu Lang stared at the blood dripping from the wound.

“Gu Lang, don’t look…” Murong Yan pulled away his sleeve, covered the wound on his lips, and kissed the dazzling blood in distress.

The warm lips and teeth touched the wound and climbed warmly, as if bit by bit burned into the blood. Gu Lang was too cold, so cold that a little warmth made him extremely greedy. He wants more, warmer, wants to drive away the icy cold all over his body, and let his body and limbs wander freely…

Seeing that the wound was not deep, Murong Yan was relieved and asked Gu Lang to change the wet clothes on his body.

“I…” As soon as he raised his head, Gu Lang tugged at his neckline, his cold lips covering his teeth.