Wild Journey

Chapter 38 Song Lan | "Feeling and Cruel"

That hand grabbed Feng Yao and pulled him up to the balcony.

Under inertia, Feng Yao fell into the embrace of the man, but the man did not back down, instead he took advantage of the situation and took Feng Yao into his arms.

Feng Yao subconsciously whispered, "...Gu Xiao?"

The man hummed as if he didn't hear clearly, but he didn't agree, and at the moment of embracing each other, Feng Yao also had an estimate in his heart, he thought, this should be a young man, although he is taller than him, but it is not Gu Xiao , nor anyone he knew.

"Gu Xiao?" the young man asked, "Who are you?"

This is a very pleasant male voice, clear and yet magnetic, a little familiar, but Feng Yao couldn't remember where he heard it.

"It's not someone." Feng Yao didn't know why, his first reaction was to regard the person who came to rescue him as Gu Xiao, he didn't think much, his eyes soaked in alcohol were burning hot, and the foreign body sensation made him He couldn't open his eyes at all, he didn't know the identity of the young man, but he still thanked him first, "Thank you."

Feng Yao moved half a step away, keeping a relatively polite distance, but the young man held his wrist: "Take you to a safe place."

Feng Yao couldn't see and didn't want to move around: "No, I..."

Youth: "It's okay, I'll protect you, come on."

"It's not a matter of protection, why should I go with you?" Feng Yao felt that the young man was inexplicable, but he was not as strong as others, so he was dragged by his wrist and forcibly taken away from the balcony. The young man was still threatening him half-truly , "If you can't see it, be good, and be careful that I will take you to the muzzle of the gun."

Feng Yao thought to himself, is there any difference between taking me across the banquet hall and hitting me at the muzzle of a gun?He tried to earn a few times, but to no avail, the young man pulled him even tighter, and dragged him away involuntarily.

Feng Yao suddenly had the illusion that he had just stepped out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's den.

The young man led Feng Yao through the banquet hall, the sound of killing was loud in his ears, Feng Yao was blind, and couldn't help feeling a little flustered: "Where are you taking me?"

Youth: "Hush, I'm protecting you, don't disturb me."

Feng Yao frowned, and had no choice but to keep quiet for a while.

There was a soft creak, and the young man said, "It's time to go up the stairs, be careful of tripping."

Feng Yao stepped on the first step of the stairs and groped his way up, when a voice came from diagonally above his head: "I can carry you up."

Feng Yao: "No, I can do it myself."

The young man asked seriously: "Is it really not necessary? It's only two floors."

"No need, I can go up." Feng Yao's eyes were red, and in the tears, his vision gradually cleared up, and the outline of the young man gradually became clear.

The young man reached the end first, bowed his head and opened the door.

The iron chain rattled, the hinge of the door turned, and the cramped corridor suddenly opened up.

Feng Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally managed to see the young man's face clearly.

The bright stars and the moon shone on the young man's body, and the pupils filled with silver light were like dazzling ice sapphires. With a familiar and elegant smile on his face, he leaned against the door frame and looked down at Feng Yao.

"Gao Yue?" Feng Yao said, "Oh no, Yin En Edward?"

"It's not Edward, it's Edwin. Yaoyao, this is the surname of the royal family of the empire, and it's common sense." The young man said teasingly, "'Gao Yue' was a name I made up at the time, and you have memorized it for so long."

"First, I don't know you well, don't call me Yaoyao." Feng Yao clasped his wrist lightly, "Second, I remember you because I was almost killed by you."

"You didn't tell me your name. Of course I know what to call." The young man gestured to Feng Yao's hand, "Put away the electric baton. If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't have saved you just now."

Feng Yao didn't relax his vigilance because of these words, he held the electric baton and glanced at the young man calmly: "Why did you save me?"

The young man sneered: "Look at what you said, wouldn't it be good if someone rescued you?"

Feng Yao raised his eyebrows slightly: "You mean, you just did it with little effort?"

The young man snorted: "It depends on what you think. I want to make up for what I hurt you last time, want to be friends with you, want to pursue you... Which kind do you want?" Without waiting for Feng Yao to answer, He changed the subject, "If I were you, I would choose the last one. Isn't it good to be a princess?"

Feng Yao said flatly: "I choose the second option, we're both settled."

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave, but a familiar female voice sounded behind him.

"Stop talking?"

Feng Yao was stunned for a moment, then turned back in astonishment.

The young man had an extra glass of wine at some point in his hand. The dark red wine was sparkling and crystal clear. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, showing a meaningful smile: "Yaoyao, do you like the story about this glass of wine?" ?”

Feng Yao: "?!?!"

Is this the girl at the ball? !

Feng Yao knew that the youth would have electronic disguises, but he really didn't know that electronic disguises could change body, voice, and even gender.

The young man admired Feng Yao's slightly out-of-control expression with great interest, took a sip of his wine, restored his original voice, and asked him, "Have you ever understood shrunken bones and false voices?"

Feng Yao: "..."

Shrunken bones and false voices, for women's clothing?What kind of special hobby is this?

The young man smiled and said, "Yaoyao, you are really gentle with girls."

Feng Yao felt a chill from being shouted, and couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Feng Yao."

"Feng Yao." The young man said his name word by word, as if savoring it, and after a while, he said softly, "It sounds good." He put the wine glass aside and walked out the door, "You Call me Song Lan."

Feng Yao: "This is the third name, what is your name?"

Song Lan: "I told you, Song Lan."

Feng Yao hesitated: "Your surname is Song, and you are still a prince."

Song Lan looked at him without speaking.

Feng Yao looked at Song Lan's exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and further confirmed his conjecture: "Song Xuese is your...mother? Are you from Mudala?"

Song Lan's eyes slightly bent, without denying it.

There was a loud noise behind him. The movement should have come from the banquet hall. Feng Yao looked back and heard Song Lan say, "It's Rong, he came to arrest me."

Feng Yao: "Is it because of your brother? In order to seize the throne, your brother colluded with Rong, killed the emperor, and took the opportunity to kill all three of you?"

Song Lan was noncommittal: "Very smart."

Feng Yao frowned and said, "What about the army? Why did the army turn against each other? Are you unprepared?"

"Of course I'm on guard." Song Lan leaned calmly on the eaves, without the slightest anxiety of being hunted down. "Aren't you just 'on guard'? Augustine guessed that Edith had emptied his army. A recruitment order was issued to the Mercenary Association, otherwise how would it be the turn of the mercenaries to maintain order?"

"Over the past few years, Edith has made a lot of preparations, overtly and covertly, in order to seize the throne. Augustine is not an idiot, and he knows it clearly in his eyes, so he has been holding on to the position of the crown prince. It's a pity, After thousands of calculations, he failed to calculate that Edith would conspire with Rong."

"This is a banquet destined to be extraordinary, but what I didn't expect was that Edith would be so insane. It's not enough to forge a will, but to kill them all." Song Lan lowered her eyes, smiled in a low voice, and said with emotion, "You see, people in the royal family are like this. They are cruel, cruel and hypocritical."

Feng Yao didn't take it seriously: "Aren't you also a member of the royal family?"

Song Lan didn't expect Feng Yao to ask him this way, and after a long while, he said meaningfully: "Of course I can be ruthless and cruel."

The flying boat kept shaking and bumping forward in the hunting cold wind. Feng Yao held on to the railing on the top of the boat and looked out of the boat distractedly. The sea water in the middle of the night seemed to be soaked in thick ink, and it was as dark as an abyss with an invisible bottom. And they are just like paper kites with broken strings, riding the wind that will dissipate at an unknown time, and walking on the ice on the blade of a broken bone with the help of a machine that will strike at an unknown time.

Song Lan followed his gaze, glanced out, and said calmly: "Edith is really well prepared. I'm worried that if only the royal family dies, it will be too obvious that so many people will be buried with him." He taunted He clicked lightly, "It's disgustingly thoughtful, exactly the same as Augustine."

Feng Yao savored his tone, recalled Song Xuese's story and Song Lan's narration at that time, and tentatively said: "You hate the royal family."

Song Lan's expression returned to his usual gentleness, and he looked at Feng Yao with interest: "Want to know? Do me a favor, and I'll tell you."

Feng Yao asked: "What's the matter?"

Song Lan: "The flying boat is going to sink, you will die if you stay here. Feng Yao, come with me, I will take you back to land, and I will tell you what is up to you then."

Feng Yao thought to himself, if I know you well, I will go with you. Who knows if you are a good person or a bad person, so he took two steps back in a distant manner: "Forget it, I actually don't want to know about you that much."

Song Lan strode over, stopped at an ambiguous distance, and said softly, "Interests can be cultivated slowly, can't they?"

This soft-spoken coaxing is true and attracts people to submit, but unfortunately it doesn't work very well for Feng Yao. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and pressed the electric baton to Song Lan's waist.

Song Lan: "..."

Feng Yao expressionless: "You should go."

Song Lan spread her hands and said innocently: "If you don't come with me, you won't leave. Why are you so rude? Isn't it good to be a friend?"

As soon as the words fell, the door of the corridor was kicked open with a slam.

Feng Yao looked back, while Song Lan lowered his head and kissed Feng Yao face to face. Feng Yao was about to push him away, but he heard Song Lan say in his ear: "Illusion is born from the eyes, Feng Yao Yao, the blind are not afraid of illusions."

Feng Yao was stunned for a moment before realizing that Song Lan was telling him how to deal with Rong. He asked, "How do you know? Do you know illusion?"

"I'll tell you again when I have a chance. Your mercenaries are here." Song Lan snapped his fingers in front of Feng Yao's eyes, and then quickly backed away. The moment the sound fell, the table knife that broke through the wind flew towards him and penetrated deeply. his shoulders!