Nighttime, Zuo Cang Lang still needed to watch over the two. Leng Feiyan also absolutely had no intent to leave. Yang Lianting nudged her a bit with his foot, "Hey, how long do you plan on staying here in my place?" Leng Feiyan impatiently nudged away his foot, "Stop wasting words, this old one is staying here in your place to recover wounds; it's giving you a heavenly great face. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also have the nerve to make annoying noises!"
"......" Yang Lianting was speechless, "But at least I'm still a man, us being here as a sole male with a sole female, lying on the same bed, it's not good, right?"
Leng Feiyan had a face without care, "Relax, I won't ruin your innocence." Yang Lianting didn't want to say anything more to her. Leng Feiyan actually suddenly said, "Ay, I see that you still look okay, you following Zuo Canglang, that closed gourd, what future do you have, how about following me?" Her fingernails slid across Yang Lianting's face, with a face full of wicked provocation. Yang Lianting was so angry, the hairs on his head all straightened, "Leng Feiyan!!"
Leng Feiyan laughed until she curled into a ball, the wounds on her body splitting open, the blood seeping out, she covered her wounds, laughing on one hand, on the other hand, leaking out her laughing teeth and open mouth. At the very least, Yang Lianting was still born within a medical family, with the doctor's nature, he immediately reached his hand out, pressing onto her wound, and then, stubbornly continued one, changing the medication for her.
Zuo Canglang sat by the edge of the bed, leaving them to mess around. Within the room began the sound of beans dropping, not knowing since when, it had begun raining outside, the raindrops hitting the old eaves sounded like pellets of jade dropping.
At the earliest hour of the night, Zuo Canglang suddenly stood up, hearing the sound of fabric rubbing outside, in the midst of the rain, stopping, but at this time of day, she couldn't be help be unnaturally careful. Leng Feiyan also got up, and Yang Lianting was a bit nervous, "At this time, who could it be?"
Zuo Canglang put on a shirt, and Leng Feiyan gripped her short sword in her hand, hiding behind the door, slowly opening the door with her hand. Zuo Canglang stood across the door, in the furthest corner, her bow drawn. The person outside pushed the door to open, and the three people inside the room all froze, and after a bit, Zuo Canglang lightly said, "Lord master?"
The one that came was actually Murong Yan!
In the middle of the night, he, as usual, wore a suit of black robes, with its golden pattern, wordlessly, on his face there was only peerless nobility. Leng Feiyan and the other two came over and paid their respects, but he just waved them off, informing the three that they didn't need to pay excessive heed to propriety, while an attendant brought a table inside, putting on a table of food dishes, the fragrance spreading and wafting through the small dormitory.
The three unwittingly swallowed their saliva. Murong Yan lightly said, "The days are cold, and you all are all carrying wounds, so I came to take a look."
The three once again thanked his grace, and Murong Yan continued, "No need to bow, come and sit."
Leng Feiyan waited until people signaled before sitting by the table; Zuo Canglang sat by Murong Yan's right-hand side. The attendant poured wine, and Murong Yan said, "Over here, the situation is extremely harsh and difficult, but since antiquity, those who accomplished much, all came from harsh origins. Back then, I gathered you all from all over, sending you all here, but was unable to really save anyone's life. I can only extend the time you have, and let you all attain an opportunity and ability to choose your own fate. That is all."
Zuo Canglang and the other two looked at each other, and Murong Yan continued, with a smile, saying, "You all are all not bad, come, drink a cup."
The three drank that cup of wine with him, and Murong Yan motioned them to eat some of the dishes. Zuo Canglang sat by his side, not knowing why, but it seemed like her hands and feet kept feeling hot. Murong Yan suddenly moved his face beside her ear, lightly whispering, "I made a few sets of clothes for you, but didn't know if it fits; you can try them on tomorrow."
Zuo Canglang was really started, even forgetting to thank the gift. Murong Yan smiled, "No need to thank the grace, to my people, I've always been pretty good."
Leng Feiyan's gaze moved back and forth between the two, and although Murong Yan's voice was light, but in that close of a distance, the content of what he was saying, could still be heard by others. But at this time, she was too scared to say anything, but could only bury her head in eating food.
Murong Yan sat very upright, no matter what dishes they had touch, he never touched again, only occasionally drinking some wine with them. The weather at the beginning of spring was still very frigidly cold, and the dorm was lacking anything that could be used as kindling, so having some wine to warm the body, was actually much better.
After drinking three bouts of wine, he stood up, saying, "I'm leaving first, you all are not bad, but still have some distance from Meiyu, so you can't drop your effort."
The three naturally bowed down, sending him off, but Murong Yan smiled, turning to Zuo Canglang, saying, "Your master is leaving now, and yet you're not sending him off? This slave is really irresponsible, ah."
Zuo Canglang's face turned a deep shade of red, but quickly stood, sending him off to the gate; outside, the rain had not yet stopped, and the wind blew in cold wave after cold wave. A steward-looking person came forward, putting a cape over Murong Yan. Zuo Canglang stood by the door, announcing, "Sending off lord master."
Murong Yan nodded his head, asking, "What is your name?" Zuo Canglang lowered her head, the wind and rain were cold, but she felt warm and hot, answering, "I...... I'm called Zuo Canglang."
"Zuo Canglang......" the three words, when they were repeated out of his mouth, sounded very appealing, as if it was the most alluring chant in the world. Zuo Canglang heard her own heartbeat, beating behind her ribcage, as if in the next moment, it would hop out of its cage. And it seemed as though it was separated from the noise of the world, but she only heard him lightly say, "Sounds familiar, as if there is a feeling of recognition."
She opened her mouth, but still didn't say anything. Murong Yan rested his right hand on her shoulder, lightly saying, "I like useful people, so work hard to become that type of person."
The temperature of his palm, seemed to emanate on her shoulder, traveling through her nerves, expanding continuously. Zuo Canglang seemed as though her whole person had been frozen, forgetting all impression of what she had said.
After she had returned to the dormitory, and the door was closed, the world seemed to lose that little bit of illuminating light, returning back to darkness. Murong Yan walked in the front, while his steward, Wang Yunzhao held the umbrella for him, himself being entirely soaked by the rain. Murong Yan took out a silk handkerchief wiping off the hand that he had just rested on Zuo Canglang's shoulder. Wang Yunzhao quietly asked, "Second prince, it's only a few children, why did you have to come and take a look at this time of day? This torrential rainy day, the road is both dark and slippery, it'd be best not to get sick from it......"
Murong Yan said, "Wang Yunzhao, I like her. She has the aura of an alpha wolf." Wang Yunzhao was startled, "Then why doesn't your highness directly go to Feng Ping, and contact them, letting them take a bit more care normally, thus saving you from......"
Murong Yan smiled, "Those who die on the path of competition, how could they be an alpha wolf?"
In the dormitory, Zuo Canglang closed the door and entered. Leng Feiyan and Yang Lianting both stared at her. Zuo Canglang's entire face was red like a beet, and seeing the two's gaze, immediately said, "Don't ask anything."
Leng Feiyan grabbed her tightly, taking a detailed look at her face, and not knowing where she arrived at a conclusion, but she had a face full of disdain, saying, "No wonder he would agree to treat Yang Lianting; it turns out, you two...... already......"
Zuo Canglang unnaturally screeched instantly out, "Leng Feiyan, you are as yellow as a yellow croaker fish!!"
The next day, the guards truly sent a few sets of clothing, and seeing this, Leng Feiyan seized two sets. This girl, when they were unfamiliar, she was both cold and haughty, but once they became familiar, was truly shameless.
Zuo Canglang decided not to quibble over this, and the three of them, after experiencing this thing, could be counted as meeting each other after a fight, and in their daily lives, ended up spending the majority of their time together. Occasionally, they would sleep in the same dorm in the night, which was also not anything new, and the half mature kids, slowly understood a few things. Some people spread lewd gossip about the relationship between the three, but the three of them didn't care. It wasn't like there was anyone around whether you searched vertically or horizontally that dared to say that crap to their face.
Because Yang Lianting received the special salvation from Murong Yan, the masters couldn't help but look up a bit at him. Normally, if he wanted to enter or leave the book room, it was extremely easy, and among the three of them, only he would go there everyday, reading through the books there, recognizing pretty much every book there.
Normally, when nothing was going on, he would often also gather some herbal medicines, and within the orphan camp, no matter who had a headache, or fever, they all slowly got used to looking for him. And this master Yang, was indeed the descendant of a noble house, as although his age was small, none of the cases that he diagnosed were misdiagnosed.
Every month, Murong Yan would come two or three times, and every time he came, all the youth would put in extra effort when demonstrating their skill. Everyone knew, this man, could determine their fate.
Among them, Zuo Canglang was accustomed to practicing her archery, perhaps because when she was young and living in the mountains, her archery was extremely accurate. Her two arms were even more muscular than normal youths, when she matured, none of the bows were her match. But when Murong Yan stood in front of her, her shots that had always hit the bullseye a hundred times out of a hundred shots, turned out to miss their mark no matter what, and was immediately swept aside. Zuo Canglang bit her lips, her hands were filled with sweat.
She was afraid to look back, and she was even unwilling to begin thinking what expression was on the man behind her. When she once again pulled her bow, her body quivered a bit. Suddenly, her two arms softened, she was startled to discover that a soft pair of hands was behind her, helping her pull, supporting her arms. Murong Yan once again helped her aim towards the bullseye, lightly saying, "No matter what time it is, don't be nervous, when your heart is stable, your arrows will be stable."
That voice was so stickily close, she could almost feel his breathing, it was right beside her ear, the voice circled around her, not dissipating for a long time. In Zuo Canglang's mind, a thrumming sounded, as though there were countless fireworks going off, exploding. Murong Yan said, "try again."
Zuo Canglang lightly pursed her lips, determinedly calming down, and once again shot the arrow out, hitting the bullseye. Murong Yan stood behind her, and every arrow she shot out carried an undiminishing force. Murong Yan lightly nodded, turning to leave. Not long later, Leng Feiyan ran over, saying, "Let's leave, to go eat."
Zuo Canglang gathered her arrows, and Yang Lianting was just waiting in the front. Seeing the two come, asked, "What did the lord master say to you, being so close."
Zuo Canglang just continued walking forwards, completely not hearing the question. Yang Lianting took a look at Leng Feiyan, and Leng Feiyan sighed, saying, "Don't bother with her, that star struck one. The lord master can say one sentence to her, and she can reminisce on it for a whole year!"
At this moment, Zuo Canglang finally recovered her wits, only smiling.
If a sentence of his could let her reminisce for a whole year, then in this lifetime, the upcoming years, what should she do about?
The youth were slowly growing up, and their old clothes slowly shrank on them. Every year, Murong Yan would make new clothes for them. But the food that was here would always only be that much. Therefore every year, there would always be many people that mysteriously disappeared. Starvation is everyone's nightmare, and even grass or green leaves would be used as food supplements.
This day, in the early morning, Murong Yan came to the orphan camp, gathering together the "masters," saying, "Among them, there are many that are not bad, but I only want the fastest blade. Therefore among them, I only want one."
The few teachers were all startled, and someone lightly said, "But your highness, among them, it can be counted as Leng Feiyan's martial arts being the highest. Zuo Canglang...... probably unfortunately......" These days, he had been a bit special to Zuo Canglang, and everyone could tell. Murong Yan naturally asked, "So what?"
The teachers no longer said anything.
Nighttime, Zuo Cang Lang still needed to watch over the two. Leng Feiyan also absolutely had no intent to leave. Yang Lianting nudged her a bit with his foot, "Hey, how long do you plan on staying here in my place?" Leng Feiyan impatiently nudged away his foot, "Stop wasting words, this old one is staying here in your place to recover wounds; it's giving you a heavenly great face. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also have the nerve to make annoying noises!"
"......" Yang Lianting was speechless, "But at least I'm still a man, us being here as a sole male with a sole female, lying on the same bed, it's not good, right?"
Leng Feiyan had a face without care, "Relax, I won't ruin your innocence." Yang Lianting didn't want to say anything more to her. Leng Feiyan actually suddenly said, "Ay, I see that you still look okay, you following Zuo Canglang, that closed gourd, what future do you have, how about following me?" Her fingernails slid across Yang Lianting's face, with a face full of wicked provocation. Yang Lianting was so angry, the hairs on his head all straightened, "Leng Feiyan!!"
Leng Feiyan laughed until she curled into a ball, the wounds on her body splitting open, the blood seeping out, she covered her wounds, laughing on one hand, on the other hand, leaking out her laughing teeth and open mouth. At the very least, Yang Lianting was still born within a medical family, with the doctor's nature, he immediately reached his hand out, pressing onto her wound, and then, stubbornly continued one, changing the medication for her.
Zuo Canglang sat by the edge of the bed, leaving them to mess around. Within the room began the sound of beans dropping, not knowing since when, it had begun raining outside, the raindrops hitting the old eaves sounded like pellets of jade dropping.
At the earliest hour of the night, Zuo Canglang suddenly stood up, hearing the sound of fabric rubbing outside, in the midst of the rain, stopping, but at this time of day, she couldn't be help be unnaturally careful. Leng Feiyan also got up, and Yang Lianting was a bit nervous, "At this time, who could it be?"
Zuo Canglang put on a shirt, and Leng Feiyan gripped her short sword in her hand, hiding behind the door, slowly opening the door with her hand. Zuo Canglang stood across the door, in the furthest corner, her bow drawn. The person outside pushed the door to open, and the three people inside the room all froze, and after a bit, Zuo Canglang lightly said, "Lord master?"
The one that came was actually Murong Yan!
In the middle of the night, he, as usual, wore a suit of black robes, with its golden pattern, wordlessly, on his face there was only peerless nobility. Leng Feiyan and the other two came over and paid their respects, but he just waved them off, informing the three that they didn't need to pay excessive heed to propriety, while an attendant brought a table inside, putting on a table of food dishes, the fragrance spreading and wafting through the small dormitory.
The three unwittingly swallowed their saliva. Murong Yan lightly said, "The days are cold, and you all are all carrying wounds, so I came to take a look."
The three once again thanked his grace, and Murong Yan continued, "No need to bow, come and sit."
Leng Feiyan waited until people signaled before sitting by the table; Zuo Canglang sat by Murong Yan's right-hand side. The attendant poured wine, and Murong Yan said, "Over here, the situation is extremely harsh and difficult, but since antiquity, those who accomplished much, all came from harsh origins. Back then, I gathered you all from all over, sending you all here, but was unable to really save anyone's life. I can only extend the time you have, and let you all attain an opportunity and ability to choose your own fate. That is all."
Zuo Canglang and the other two looked at each other, and Murong Yan continued, with a smile, saying, "You all are all not bad, come, drink a cup."
The three drank that cup of wine with him, and Murong Yan motioned them to eat some of the dishes. Zuo Canglang sat by his side, not knowing why, but it seemed like her hands and feet kept feeling hot. Murong Yan suddenly moved his face beside her ear, lightly whispering, "I made a few sets of clothes for you, but didn't know if it fits; you can try them on tomorrow."
Zuo Canglang was really started, even forgetting to thank the gift. Murong Yan smiled, "No need to thank the grace, to my people, I've always been pretty good."
Leng Feiyan's gaze moved back and forth between the two, and although Murong Yan's voice was light, but in that close of a distance, the content of what he was saying, could still be heard by others. But at this time, she was too scared to say anything, but could only bury her head in eating food.
Murong Yan sat very upright, no matter what dishes they had touch, he never touched again, only occasionally drinking some wine with them. The weather at the beginning of spring was still very frigidly cold, and the dorm was lacking anything that could be used as kindling, so having some wine to warm the body, was actually much better.
After drinking three bouts of wine, he stood up, saying, "I'm leaving first, you all are not bad, but still have some distance from Meiyu, so you can't drop your effort."
The three naturally bowed down, sending him off, but Murong Yan smiled, turning to Zuo Canglang, saying, "Your master is leaving now, and yet you're not sending him off? This slave is really irresponsible, ah."
Zuo Canglang's face turned a deep shade of red, but quickly stood, sending him off to the gate; outside, the rain had not yet stopped, and the wind blew in cold wave after cold wave. A steward-looking person came forward, putting a cape over Murong Yan. Zuo Canglang stood by the door, announcing, "Sending off lord master."
Murong Yan nodded his head, asking, "What is your name?" Zuo Canglang lowered her head, the wind and rain were cold, but she felt warm and hot, answering, "I...... I'm called Zuo Canglang."
"Zuo Canglang......" the three words, when they were repeated out of his mouth, sounded very appealing, as if it was the most alluring chant in the world. Zuo Canglang heard her own heartbeat, beating behind her ribcage, as if in the next moment, it would hop out of its cage. And it seemed as though it was separated from the noise of the world, but she only heard him lightly say, "Sounds familiar, as if there is a feeling of recognition."
She opened her mouth, but still didn't say anything. Murong Yan rested his right hand on her shoulder, lightly saying, "I like useful people, so work hard to become that type of person."
The temperature of his palm, seemed to emanate on her shoulder, traveling through her nerves, expanding continuously. Zuo Canglang seemed as though her whole person had been frozen, forgetting all impression of what she had said.
After she had returned to the dormitory, and the door was closed, the world seemed to lose that little bit of illuminating light, returning back to darkness. Murong Yan walked in the front, while his steward, Wang Yunzhao held the umbrella for him, himself being entirely soaked by the rain. Murong Yan took out a silk handkerchief wiping off the hand that he had just rested on Zuo Canglang's shoulder. Wang Yunzhao quietly asked, "Second prince, it's only a few children, why did you have to come and take a look at this time of day? This torrential rainy day, the road is both dark and slippery, it'd be best not to get sick from it......"
Murong Yan said, "Wang Yunzhao, I like her. She has the aura of an alpha wolf." Wang Yunzhao was startled, "Then why doesn't your highness directly go to Feng Ping, and contact them, letting them take a bit more care normally, thus saving you from......"
Murong Yan smiled, "Those who die on the path of competition, how could they be an alpha wolf?"
In the dormitory, Zuo Canglang closed the door and entered. Leng Feiyan and Yang Lianting both stared at her. Zuo Canglang's entire face was red like a beet, and seeing the two's gaze, immediately said, "Don't ask anything."
Leng Feiyan grabbed her tightly, taking a detailed look at her face, and not knowing where she arrived at a conclusion, but she had a face full of disdain, saying, "No wonder he would agree to treat Yang Lianting; it turns out, you two...... already......"
Zuo Canglang unnaturally screeched instantly out, "Leng Feiyan, you are as yellow as a yellow croaker fish!!"
The next day, the guards truly sent a few sets of clothing, and seeing this, Leng Feiyan seized two sets. This girl, when they were unfamiliar, she was both cold and haughty, but once they became familiar, was truly shameless.
Zuo Canglang decided not to quibble over this, and the three of them, after experiencing this thing, could be counted as meeting each other after a fight, and in their daily lives, ended up spending the majority of their time together. Occasionally, they would sleep in the same dorm in the night, which was also not anything new, and the half mature kids, slowly understood a few things. Some people spread lewd gossip about the relationship between the three, but the three of them didn't care. It wasn't like there was anyone around whether you searched vertically or horizontally that dared to say that crap to their face.
Because Yang Lianting received the special salvation from Murong Yan, the masters couldn't help but look up a bit at him. Normally, if he wanted to enter or leave the book room, it was extremely easy, and among the three of them, only he would go there everyday, reading through the books there, recognizing pretty much every book there.
Normally, when nothing was going on, he would often also gather some herbal medicines, and within the orphan camp, no matter who had a headache, or fever, they all slowly got used to looking for him. And this master Yang, was indeed the descendant of a noble house, as although his age was small, none of the cases that he diagnosed were misdiagnosed.
Every month, Murong Yan would come two or three times, and every time he came, all the youth would put in extra effort when demonstrating their skill. Everyone knew, this man, could determine their fate.
Among them, Zuo Canglang was accustomed to practicing her archery, perhaps because when she was young and living in the mountains, her archery was extremely accurate. Her two arms were even more muscular than normal youths, when she matured, none of the bows were her match. But when Murong Yan stood in front of her, her shots that had always hit the bullseye a hundred times out of a hundred shots, turned out to miss their mark no matter what, and was immediately swept aside. Zuo Canglang bit her lips, her hands were filled with sweat.
She was afraid to look back, and she was even unwilling to begin thinking what expression was on the man behind her. When she once again pulled her bow, her body quivered a bit. Suddenly, her two arms softened, she was startled to discover that a soft pair of hands was behind her, helping her pull, supporting her arms. Murong Yan once again helped her aim towards the bullseye, lightly saying, "No matter what time it is, don't be nervous, when your heart is stable, your arrows will be stable."
That voice was so stickily close, she could almost feel his breathing, it was right beside her ear, the voice circled around her, not dissipating for a long time. In Zuo Canglang's mind, a thrumming sounded, as though there were countless fireworks going off, exploding. Murong Yan said, "try again."
Zuo Canglang lightly pursed her lips, determinedly calming down, and once again shot the arrow out, hitting the bullseye. Murong Yan stood behind her, and every arrow she shot out carried an undiminishing force. Murong Yan lightly nodded, turning to leave. Not long later, Leng Feiyan ran over, saying, "Let's leave, to go eat."
Zuo Canglang gathered her arrows, and Yang Lianting was just waiting in the front. Seeing the two come, asked, "What did the lord master say to you, being so close."
Zuo Canglang just continued walking forwards, completely not hearing the question. Yang Lianting took a look at Leng Feiyan, and Leng Feiyan sighed, saying, "Don't bother with her, that star struck one. The lord master can say one sentence to her, and she can reminisce on it for a whole year!"
At this moment, Zuo Canglang finally recovered her wits, only smiling.
If a sentence of his could let her reminisce for a whole year, then in this lifetime, the upcoming years, what should she do about?
The youth were slowly growing up, and their old clothes slowly shrank on them. Every year, Murong Yan would make new clothes for them. But the food that was here would always only be that much. Therefore every year, there would always be many people that mysteriously disappeared. Starvation is everyone's nightmare, and even grass or green leaves would be used as food supplements.
This day, in the early morning, Murong Yan came to the orphan camp, gathering together the "masters," saying, "Among them, there are many that are not bad, but I only want the fastest blade. Therefore among them, I only want one."
The few teachers were all startled, and someone lightly said, "But your highness, among them, it can be counted as Leng Feiyan's martial arts being the highest. Zuo Canglang...... probably unfortunately......" These days, he had been a bit special to Zuo Canglang, and everyone could tell. Murong Yan naturally asked, "So what?"
The teachers no longer said anything.
