It’s not that he doesn’t know, he also knows that that person’s feelings for Luo Ling may be deeper than him, no, greater.
If he had let him watch Luo Ling be with other men, he wouldn't be able to do it.
However, Zhang Shaoliang did it.
I'm afraid he had fallen in love with Luo Ling when he was in Luo Nan, but at that time, he didn't know that he was willing to go to the Fengling Palace to save Luo Ling alone, and he was willing to travel thousands of miles to take him.
Luo Ling came to find him. He was willing to give up his free and easy life to protect Luo Ling, and he was willing to block the poisonous arrows for her...
What the man did for Luo Ling was what he was willing to do, but he didn't do it.
Zhang Shaoliang has not had much time, so some words were probably what he said to Luo Ling when he was not by the side.
In this way, why should he fight with someone who is about to go? He just feels sorry for Zhang Shaoliang.
After all, this capital rebellion has nothing to do with him. He has implicated him and killed him...
Yuwen Haoyu clenched his fingers slightly, looked back at the melee capital, with a gloomy expression.
"Yu is going to find a doctor. You can hold on and don't die, don't hear it."
Luo Ling held his head on his shoulders and wiped the blood on his lips with his cuffs. Zhang Shaoliang laughed softly, and said, "My father, old man Cao... If you have time, go and see him.
…”
"You go see it yourself, it's not me he wants to see, you go it yourself."
Luo Ling sniffed, and the tip of his nose was sour. Cao Shichen was probably still looking forward to Luo Nan looking forward to him going back.
"Don't cry... When you cry, I feel like I'm definitely out of the way..."
Zhang Shaoliang coughed twice before Luo Ling wiped the corners of his mouth and began to spill out blood again.
"This...this is for you..." He slowly moved his slightly trembling fingertips and took out a black jade ring from his arms, "From now, the information gate will be handed over to you... You are not allowed to lose my face
…Or else…I will be sad…”
He held the corner of his mouth, smiled in his eyes, and Luo Ling's misty eyes reflected in his ink-like pupils.
"I don't want it, I don't want your things. If you can't rest assured, just take care of it yourself..." Luo Ling buried her head on his shoulder, and she choked and said in a choking voice: "Don't die, I can't bear to die... So
, don't die, okay..."
In Luo Ling's impression, he could do almost everything. No matter how difficult things were, he could solve them. When he became a child's mind, he always pestered her to tell him stories. He always said that she
It's ugly to cry, it's ugly...
Why has she never noticed, and she did not discover his almost humble efforts.
He always appears when she needs him the most, and gives everything for her without hesitation. But she is so accustomed to his existence that one day when this guy disappears, she will be in a daze when he disappears.
At a loss.
"I'm sorry, girl, I've made you sad..."
Zhang Shaoliang supported his gradually blurred reason and raised his hand to touch her soft hair. He always wanted to get close to her, touch her, rub her soft hair, and look at her smiling brightly.
In those eyes that always smiled, she saw a hint of undetectable mourning, in those clearly smiling eyes...