MTL - Disaster For the Country · Return Journey-Chapter 13 true and false (1)
The loss of control of the carriage driver was just a temptation.
Feng Xiaoya, let the coachman take her to Fuchun Residence first, to disturb her heart. Then, let the driver reveal his identity and observe her reaction. Finally, use the coachman's offense to test her bottom line.
And Qiu Jiang, in this process, for the first time showed her compassion, tolerance, and deep thinking under the cool appearance.
She wasn't really turned into a monster by Ruyimen.
Deep in her heart, she has always followed the bottom line of "not killing people indiscriminately", sympathized with the people who lost their children, and even had feelings for all the disciples who were abducted.
Feng Xiaoya thought of the information he had received about Qi'er before. He was a cunning, cold-blooded, and ruthless murder tool who would do anything to achieve his goal. The Qiu Jiang he saw did behave like this at the beginning. However, he has been staring at her. Staring, finally seeing something else.
She would give up the chance to escape and come back to save him.
When Xie Changyan was in trouble, she would give her advice in a matter-of-fact way.
She would leave the cook a way out, and she didn't kill anyone to silence her.
She didn't care about the driver's intention to kidnap her to exchange for her son, she just lamented that everyone's pain was selfish...
She is a well-disguised hedgehog, under the sharp vertical thorns, there is a soft and delicate heart.
Feng Xiaoya looked at her steadfastly, as if she had just seen her clearly for the first time, and also as if she had known her well a long time ago.
"Is that why you... have been refusing to tell me frankly?"
Even my father and I have shown full sincerity, saying that we want to save you and want you to get rid of Ruyimen. You still refuse.
Because what you want is not only your own freedom, but also so, so much more.
Qiu Jiang opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't say anything.
A moment of oversight, he didn't realize that Feng Xiaoya was outside the car, and fell into his trap, thinking that the driver was really a stupid and ignorant old man who only wanted to save his son. So, I accidentally expressed my true thoughts.
She was not used to this feeling.
For so many years, she has always hidden her thoughts so well that even Mrs. Ruyi didn't notice.
But in Feng Xiaoya's "Looking for Jiang Jiang", because of soft heart, because of disappointment, because of anger, because of all kinds of ups and downs that shouldn't be there, clues are revealed.
so cunning...
You deliberately said what you were waiting for me on the first day of the first lunar month, so that I could relax my vigilance, thinking that you had really temporarily given up on monitoring me, and were waiting for me to fall into a trap in a so-called old place.
But in fact, you have been following me all the time, calculating me for the camp every step of the way, and luring me to tell the truth.
Really, really... so cunning.
Qiu Jiang's hand was clenched and then loosened by his side.
Feng Xiaoya suddenly stepped forward and held her hand.
Qiu Jiang's first reaction was to break free, but Feng Xiaoya held her so tightly that she couldn't let go, so she had to be held by him and kept walking.
Qiu Jiang was shocked: Where is this person going? Also, why are you walking? Can he walk that long by himself?
The goose-feather-like snow was falling all over the sky, Feng Xiaoya was wearing a black fox fur, walking in front, his footprints fell on the snow, and the distance between each step was the same.
She struggled again, but was pulled even tighter by him. Immediately afterwards, he involuntarily walked half a step quickly, walking side by side with him.
Feng Xiaoya didn't say anything, just took her hand and continued walking.
The footprints in the snow turned into two parallel tracks.
Qiu Jiang looked down at the two parallel footprints, feeling mixed in her heart, like a boiling iron pot, bubbling non-stop, and finally could only sigh.
To be discovered is to be discovered.
This anger has been held in her heart for too long, too long to vent, so long that no one can talk about it, so long that even she herself doesn't quite remember it.
Qiu Jiang couldn't help touching the Buddhist beads with his other free hand.
After walking for about a mile, the two came to a small village.
With such heavy snowfall, there is a market in the village. There are sheds and straw mats in front of every house, and the mats are filled with a variety of commodities.
"Here...where is it?"
"Downstream of Xingchuan, Homing Village."
There are many people in the market, but there is no sense of excitement. Most people look numb and tired. Occasionally, there is a little hope in the light, but it is quickly submerged.
Qiu Jiang walked among the crowd, and suddenly found that they all had one thing in common—they all lost a piece of skin.
Some are hands, some are necks, some are legs... all have scars like the coachman.
She immediately understood: "Cheeri?" Is this the headquarters of the "Cheeri" organization?
Feng Xiaoya nodded.
Qiu Jiang looked at those people again, and it turned out that they were not going to the market at all, but exchanging information.
"On the 21st of every month, those who lost their children come here to register, record the characteristics of the children, and then come to inquire next month. They pay attention to each other and help each other. Over the years, a total of 36 children have been recovered." Feng Xiaoya watched all kinds of people. The crowd said softly, "You are right, the government does not act, and the strength is too small to rely on the parties who are in pain."
Qiu Jiang remembered the coachman's words, "Elder He is also one of us", and couldn't help looking at Feng Xiaoya curiously—did he also cut off a piece of skin? which part?
"It's not that my father doesn't want to do something, it's just that... he can't do what he wants." Feng Xiaoya's eyes were deep and filled with sadness, "Ten years ago, in order to save me, he gave me all his inner strength."
Qiu Jiang was surprised—no wonder Hu Zhiren said that Feng Letian knew martial arts, but what she saw was a fat old man who didn't know martial arts.
"In addition to the twelve serious meridians, the human body also has eight extraordinary meridians. He found six masters and focused on controlling the twelve meridians for me, but I couldn't find a seventh person for the remaining eight meridians. superior."
So, there are seven forces in his body that check and balance each other? !
"Each of the six masters only needs to give me half of the internal energy. But my father has all of it. Otherwise, he is not enough to control the eight meridians. After losing the internal energy, he quickly weakened. It's not as good as before. But he knew he couldn't fall down, so he kept on holding on. Taohe Villa was the retreat he built for himself, but after ten years, he still had no chance to resign. Because His Majesty couldn't do without him When Feng Xiaoya said this, she turned to look at her, "And I'm even more of a useless person, after going to bed every day, I don't know if I can wake up tomorrow."
Qiu Jiang was silent.
"We like this, indeed, can't do much..." Feng Xiaoya was silent for a while, then her voice suddenly changed, "But luckily...someone is helping us."
Qiu Jiang subconsciously raised her head and looked forward—the well-arranged village houses, the clean and tidy streets, the orderly flow of people...all of this was not accidental or spontaneous, but organized by someone secretly!
who is it?
Many clues flashed through Qiu Jiang's mind quickly, and he came to a conclusion: "Your...wives?"
The wives who left Caomuju and disappeared in front of the public. According to legend, the wives were sent to Yunmeng Mountain but not in Taohe Villa. The wives who have unique abilities and experienced disasters in life have been reborn...
"This is the origin of 'cut skin'."
They are a group of people who are in deep pain, gathered together, little by little, gathered into a tower, and used their meager strength to fight against Ruyimen.
Most of them don't know martial arts, and they don't even have a decent status. They do low-level jobs, and they are like the coachman before, hunched over and dying.
They make up everything in sight—
In the world where the snow is flying, the wind is cold, and everything is dormant, there is such a market. The snow is cleared, and people hold umbrellas. People gather and use the breath from their bodies to warm the pitiful hope. flames.
Thirty-six people were finally recovered.
It's clearly a drop in the bucket, a mantis' arm is a cart, and the light of a firefly. But because of the existence of those thirty-six children, it has great significance.
Qiu Jiang looked at everything in front of her, and after a while, she turned her head and looked back at Feng Xiaoya: "What is your plan?"
"Using the Four Kingdoms as bait to lure you to come to me, marry you as a concubine, and then send you to Yunmeng Mountain on the grounds of dislike, and let you die in an accident after a few days. Qiu Jiang completely from this world disappear."
Qiu Jiang's eyelashes trembled a few times, but she didn't express any emotion: "And then?"
"Then, you will return to Jiang Jiang's identity and reunite with your father. Whether you want to practice medicine or farm, there will always be a safe place for you in Dayan."
"What about you? Madam didn't get the Four Kingdoms, and lost Qi'er, so she won't give up. Ruyi Gate will haunt you like tarsal maggots."
"I have my own way."
"Your only solution is to die. After you settle me down, when Mrs. Ruyi finds you again, you simply close your eyes, kick your legs and walk away, and she will be completely helpless."
Feng Xiaoya's gaze flickered, and she fell silent unexpectedly.
Qiu Jiang was angry and funny, this person really planned it like this! I couldn't help but sneered: "I'm so touched by your life in exchange for my new life."
Feng Xiaoya looked directly at her, and said in a low voice: "Before then, I really... dare not die."
Qiu Jiang froze, and stopped laughing.
Feng Xiaoya's eyes were as calm as the sea in the middle of the night, but it made her tremble involuntarily.
In order to get you back, I accepted the marrow washing technique, endured the pain of bone erosion, and supported my powerless body... until now. To me, death is liberation.
— This is something Feng Xiaoya never said.
And she has fully understood.
Qiu Jiang looked at him steadily, moved his lips again and again, and finally said softly: "Don't you regret it?"
"I only regret one thing..." Feng Xiaoya's eyes showed endless sadness, "Ten years ago, on December 11th, I didn't get to leave."
If you go away that day, there will be no next day.
The people don't have to go to Xingchuan to light the lanterns, Jiang Jiang won't get lost, and his father doesn't have to exhaust his internal energy to save him. In this way, my father can better assist Zhanghua, and have the energy to implement the new law to severely punish small sellers and suppress Ruyimen...
Everything is his fault.
It was he who was greedy for life and refused to die, which ultimately dragged so many people down.
Feng Xiaoya's vision blurred, and he couldn't stand still. The pain in my body was like being pricked by thousands of needles, and it was like being roasted on a fire, the heat was unbearable. The spine wants to distort, the limbs want to curl up, and surrender to the invisible force...
At this moment, a pair of hands reached out and touched his face.
Warm, long, beautiful hands.
Feng Xiaoya shuddered, her back straightened again.
He stared dazedly at Qiu Jiang who was close at hand.
Qiu Jiang held his face like that, and said word by word: "Okay, then do as you planned. On the first day of the first lunar month, I was sent to Yunmeng Mountain because of disrespect to my father-in-law, and died of illness."
Just as Feng Xiaoya was about to speak, Qiu Jiang said again: "And after that, I won't go back to be Jiang Jiang. I want to come here, help these people, turn thirty-six into thirty-seven, thirty-eight...even more many."
The two looked at each other and saw themselves in each other's eyes.
Feng Xiaoya suddenly hugged her.
Hold on tight.
Hugging and touching made him more painful. But he felt that this endless pain had meaning for the first time.
Jiang Jiang is back.
She is in front of him.
She is in his arms.
There is no better ending than this.
***
"You have been investigating Ruyimen for so many years, what have you found?"
Two hours later, Qiu Jiang followed Feng Xiaoya back to Caomuju.
After such a toss, Feng Xiaoya was obviously very tired, but she was reluctant to part with her, so she desperately took the wine.
Sure enough, Qiu Jiang stayed when he saw the wine, talking to him while warming the wine.
Feng Xiaoya lay flat on the couch, and replied: "Ruyi Gate was built by a woman who claimed to be Mrs. Ruyi a hundred years ago. She used thunderous means to subdue the refugees and grassroots in Cheng territory and make them submit. Then, stipulate the regulations, He makes a living by plundering human beings and training dead warrior singers. Because he exported extremely reliable dead warrior beauties to major families, he gained their support. Over time, he became the mysterious and powerful Ruyi Gate."
"So, who is the first Mrs. Ruyi? Have you found it?"
Feng Xiaoya shook her head: "The year is too long, there is nothing to test."
"So, who is this generation of Mrs. Ruyi? Have you found it?"
Feng Xiaoya showed some embarrassment, but still shook her head.
"Let me tell you. Every word I say next is very important, you have to listen carefully..." Qiu Jiang picked up the wine pot and took a sip, looking at the warm fire, his thoughts were flying, "One, Ruyi Madame, it’s just a code name. Every ruler of the Ruyi Sect is called by this name. Second, Mrs. Ruyi is a woman. Therefore, most of the Ruyi Seven Treasures are women.”
Feng Xiaoya raised her eyebrows unexpectedly: "According to what I found out, the current Ruyi Qibao, except you, are all men."
"Yes. Because I killed all the women." Qiu Jiang looked indifferent when she said this, as if she was just saying that the weather was fine.
But Feng Xiaoya's heart skipped a beat when she heard it.
He clenched his hand subconsciously, and then slowly loosened it - it was not her fault, she was in the Ruyi Gate, and this was the only way to survive.
"In the past six months, you have been observing me, testing me, probing me, trying to prove that I am still a human being, and you still have kind thoughts..." Although Qiu Jiang was talking to him, she looked straight ahead, looking through the wall as if looking at something far away. Someone, "But don't forget, Ruyi Qibao, everyone is good at disguising. Maybe what I have shown, even what I am saying now, is fake, and it is deliberately shown to you."
Feng Xiaoya was silent for a moment, then Fang said: "I will judge by myself."
Qiu Jiang smiled indifferently, and continued: "Because Ruyi Qibao is currently the only woman I am, everyone thinks that I will be the next Ruyi wife. However, Ruyi Qibao can be changed at any time. That is to say, among Qibao In addition, Madam has also taken a fancy to a few disciples, and there must be a woman among them. After I 'death', that woman will be promoted to be the new Qi'er."
Feng Xiaoya frowned, and murmured: "The centipede..."
"Princess Yujing and his wife have been in touch for a long time. They have brewed a plan called 'Zouchun'. If I guess correctly, it is aimed at King Yan. But the executor is not me, nor anyone I know. You Remind King Yan to be careful."
Feng Xiaoya finally couldn't lie down anymore, sat up, and stared at her straightly: "Why tell me these things?" It was like... a last word.
Qiu Jiang drank all the wine in the jug in one gulp, then threw the jug away, got up unsteadily, walked in front of him, and pushed him away.
Unexpectedly, Feng Xiaoya was pushed back on the couch and lay flat again.
Qiu Jiang straddled him and sat on his waist.
"You..." Feng Xiaoya's ears turned red.
Qiu Jiang reached out and began to untie his belt.
Feng Xiaoya tried to struggle, but was held down by her. For a moment, she was extremely shocked and panicked. However, amidst the chaos, there is still a trace of inexplicable joy and anxious anticipation.
"You, you don't have to be like this..." Feng Xiaoya gave up resistance, and said in a low voice like a sigh, "I..."
His robe was taken off.
Feng Xiaoya couldn't help closing her eyes.
However, Qiu Jiang did not make any further moves.
Feng Xiaoya waited for a while, and seeing that she was still not moving, she opened her eyes. Then he found that she was looking at his heart—a piece of skin above the heart had been cut off, and it had formed a scar the size of a copper coin.
His heart tightened suddenly, but his body relaxed.
After staring at the scar for a long time, Qiu Jiang covered her face and fell to one side, lying beside him.
Feng Xiaoya's heart is in a mess. There are so many things I want to ask, but I don't know how to ask.
How have you spent all these years...?
Do you remember... when you were a kid?
Are you... not willing to let me die?
Do you, do you... think... I'm... not bad?
Feng Xiaoya's pupils turned from shallow to thick, and suddenly turned sad again. The seven strands of internal energy in his body were running wildly, and he couldn't lift the slightest bit of strength in his hands and feet. If he was such a waste, even if he had a good skin and a gentle temperament, so what?
It took a lot of effort for Feng Xiaoya to turn her head to the side and look at Qiu Jiang. Qiu Jiang had already fallen asleep with his eyes closed, and his warm, alcohol-smelling breath sprayed on his face, itching and real.
After a long time, he reached out and pulled the quilt to cover her with him.
"Go to sleep."
May there be no suffering in your future dreams, only joy.
May you practice hard and never give up, and you can still return to the world.
***
At the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the New Year atmosphere in Yujing is already very strong.
Every household hung up red lanterns, pasted up red window paper, and wrote Spring Festival couplets.
But on this day, when Qiu Jiang walked into the main room, he found that the **** flower had sprouted, and it would bloom in a few days. She knelt down, stroked the young flower buds, and murmured: "The old toad is really clever..."
Immediately, he wanted to find Feng Xiaoya to come and see, but Feng Xiaoya was not at the residence, and the servant replied that he had gone to the palace early in the morning.
Qiu Jiang had no choice but to turn back, passing by Feng Letian's yard, and found that he had set up a long case in the yard and was writing Spring Festival couplets, with a beautiful woman in red serving ink for him.
Feng Letian saw her, smiled and waved: "Eleventh, come and take a look at these three couplets, which one is the best?"
Qiu Jiang walked into the courtyard with her hands behind her back. As the distance drew closer, the face of the beauty in red became clearer. This person has long eyebrows and big mouth, broad forehead, high cheekbones, and tough facial features that are rare for women. It can be seen that he is a person with great courage in doing things, and thinking of her respect and intimacy with Feng Letian, he immediately smiled and greeted the two of them. Salute one by one: "Father, Madam."
This red-dressed beauty must be Feng Xiaoya's regular wife, Gong Xiaohui, also known as the female Bai Gui.
Gong Xiaohui didn't smile, and looked at Qiu Jiang carefully with a bit of inquiry and arrogance, and nodded in response.
Qiu Jiang didn't mind her reaction, walked to Feng Letian and looked at the three written Spring Festival couplets, pointed to the middle one and said, "I like this one the most."
The couplet reads "Holding the knots without suspicion, infusing the liver and cutting the gallbladder to effect the talents".
Feng Letian laughed, rolled up this picture, and handed it to the attendant at the side: "Go and paste it on the gate of my courtyard."
Follow the call and go.
Feng Letian handed another painting "Landscapes and Spirits Surprise Your Confidant, and Your Personality Is Not Forgotten" to Gong Xiaohui: "This one is for you."
Gong Xiaohui hurriedly knelt down and said, "Thank you father-in-law."
Feng Letian looked at Qiu Jiang again: "Is this the last one for you?"
The last one reads "Spring dew does not dye, autumn frost does not change", which really matches her name. It's a pity... Qiu Jiang thought, it's a pity that my name is not Qiu Jiang.
But she didn't say anything, and took the couplet meekly: "Thank you father-in-law."
At this moment, an attendant brought clean water, Gong Xiaohui wrung the handkerchief herself, and while cleaning Feng Letian's hands, she said: "Father, I bought a top-quality purple bead from a bead attendant in Qinghai. After grinding it and taking it, it can prolong life."
Feng Letian laughed nonchalantly: "Pearls are better for you little girls to eat. It's a waste to give it to me, a bad old man."
Gong Xiaohui put down her handkerchief and clapped her hands, and then two girls in silver armor came in pushing a wheelbarrow with twelve jugs of wine on it.
The eyes of Feng Letian and Qiu Jiang lit up at the same time, and then they noticed each other's salivating expressions and smiled at each other.
"What should I do?" Gong Xiaohui sighed, "It's been added to the wine. Father doesn't want it, so I'll..."
"Wait!" Feng Letian hurriedly pressed the axle, "Don't waste it when it's all delivered! Come on, come on, let's split half and half on Eleven!"
"Yes, father-in-law!" Qiu Jiang replied crisply, and suggested, "Why don't you ask the kitchen to cut up venison, and let's roast the meat with wine around the stove?"
"Tut tsk tsk..." Feng Letian gave her a look of "you know me best", and carried the wine jar into the house by himself.
Qiu Jiang was about to follow in, but Gong Xiaohui stopped in front of her intentionally or unintentionally, and said in a low voice, "Father is not in good health, take it easy."
"yes."
"And..." Gong Xiaohui stared at her solemnly, as if she wanted to say something, a girl in silver armor walked into the courtyard and said, "Madam, all the accountants have arrived."
Gong Xiaohui had no choice but to turn around and leave.
Qiu Jiang thought, it turned out that the doctor came back because of the account reconciliation at the end of the year. And these girls in silver armor, on the surface, are Feng Xiaoya's maids, but they are actually Gong Xiaohui's. It stands to reason that she follows Feng Xiaoya in name only, why is she full of hostility towards herself? Hmm...could it be that the husband and wife had faked their relationship for many years? Or...she knew that she was a disciple of Ruyimen, so she felt disgusted?
While thinking, Qiu Jiang walked into the house with the wine jar in her arms, and her followers came in with chopped venison and the stove. Feng Letian arranged a low table and invited her to sit opposite her.
Qiu Jiang picked up a few slices of venison and put them on the iron rack, chatting casually: "Father is taking a rest today?"
Feng Letian smiled faintly: "I have already resigned from office to Your Majesty."
Qiu Jiang was startled—so fast? But when he thought that Taohe Villa, the retreat he built for himself, had been built for many years, he felt unhappy again.
It's just that resigning at this time... Will King Yan have a headache?
Although King Yan successfully suppressed Pang Yue's two great families last year and held the imperial examination to select talents, after all, the time is too short and the wings are not yet full. But the other aristocratic families, because they witnessed Pang Yue's death, everyone was in danger, and instead they joined forces to obstruct the New Deal. It's not a good omen to change the prime minister at this time.
Looking at Feng Letian again, I saw that he kept wiping sweat, his breath was short of breath, his voice was noisy and turbid, he was indeed sick, but his eyes were gentle, his face was full of smiles, and he didn't feel weak. If we say that Feng Xiaoya's sickness is straight and open, then his father's sickness is restrained and introverted.
As expected of father and son.
Thinking of this, Qiu Jiang personally filled up the wine for Feng Letian: "Is it because of your body? Can you ask a famous doctor to see it?"
"I don't want to watch it. They will persuade me to quit alcohol and meat, what's the point of living like that?" Feng Letian said as he picked up a piece of roasted venison that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and chewed it, heaved a sigh of satisfaction.
Qiu Jiang thought to himself, this person is so addicted to wine and delicious food, no wonder he is so fat.
Feng Letian sighed again: "Living itself is a very boring thing. If you don't find something happy, how can you survive for a lifetime?"
"My father-in-law is the prime minister of the Great Swallow, and one person is under one man and above ten thousand people, yet he thinks so?"
"One person is under one person and above ten thousand people..." Feng Letian's eyes dimmed, and he smiled softly, "I was devoted to learning at fifteen, and I was named Prime Minister at the age of thirty-nine. My wife died in a man-made disaster, and my only son is more like a bottomless pit. No matter how much effort is put into it, there is no hope... Looking at myself, it seems that I am an extremely talented official, but in the future when I write history, I will definitely not praise me. Why?"
Qiu Jiang's heart was touched, and she felt a little unconcealable panic.
"Twenty years ago, in the war of destroying the army, although the territory of Yan was expanded, 300,000 soldiers died, and two million people starved to death in order to fight the war. The six frontier states are still barren. , Thousands of miles of uninhabited people. After 30 years in power, Pang Yue raised two poisonous snakes. Although they were destroyed by the new emperor's thunder, but now the treasury is empty and people's hearts are unstable. A storm is coming, and I have no strength to fight anymore .Moreover, the wickedness of some people has flooded the territory of Yan, but they have been living in high halls for a long time. The beautiful flowers and flowers have confused my old eyes; the melodious sounds have blocked my ears. When... a hundred years later, when history writes about me, the most they can say is that I am selfless, but I have no wisdom, no virtue, and no great talent." Feng Letian coughed violently when he said this.
Qiu Jiang stepped forward to pat him on the back, he waved his hand, and continued: "I compared myself to Guan Zhong and Jiang Shang when I was in my prime, but when I was old, I realized that even Xu Chang was not as good as him..." Feng Letian coughed more anxiously After speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The foam of blood splashed to the ground like plum blossoms, Feng Letian and Qiu Jiang stared at the mouthful of blood and didn't speak for a long time.
After a long time like this, Genius Feng Le raised his head and said slowly to Qiu Jiang: "We elders are so useless, we failed to create a prosperous world for you, but left a big mess for you to bear. ..."
Qiu Jiang tremblingly raised her eyelashes.
"You are a good boy." Feng Letian stretched out his hand, patted the back of her hand lightly, stared at her with indescribably loving eyes, and then said a word softly.
After hearing those words, Qiu Jiang's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and his hands were shaking for a while, with disbelief and extreme fear. Her ears are buzzing...
***
Qiu Jiang opened her eyes suddenly, and found that she had fallen asleep at some point.
Is it a dream? !
She froze for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief. That's right, how could Feng Letian say such weird things to her, it turned out to be a dream...
Qiu Jiang found wooden clogs to put on, walked to the window, it was already dark outside, and someone was setting off fireworks, crackling, it was really beautiful.
Qiu Jiang was fascinated by the colorful fireworks.
A robe fell lightly over her. She turned her head and saw Feng Xiaoya.
Feng Xiaoya's clothes still had the chill from the outside world, Qiu Jiang reached out to touch his hand, and it was really cold: "You're back?"
"Are you waiting for me?"
"Yeah. Come with me." Qiu Jiang took his hand, held up a lamp, and trotted into the main room. Sure enough, Jiang Hua's flower buds grew again. "I saw it this morning, and I want to invite you to share it."
Feng Xiaoya stared at the flower buds in the candlelight. For a moment, her eyes flickered, and it was hard to distinguish between joy and sorrow. After a while, she said softly with red ears, "So... you want me to fulfill the contract?"
Qiu Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that she had said, "If you sleep with me, I will follow you wholeheartedly", and Feng Xiaoya's answer was: "When the flowers bloom, it will be as you wish."
Now, she is so eager to drag him to see the flowers...
Feng Xiaoya's gaze shifted from the flower bone back to her face, and then quickly moved away.
Qiu Jiang thought: Oh, he really misunderstood! How to explain it?
Before she could think it over, Feng Xiaoya suddenly reached out and hugged her horizontally. Qiu Jiang subconsciously let out an exclamation and put her arms around his neck: "You!"
Feng Xiaoya carried her out of the main room and walked towards the wing room.
Qiu Jiang hurriedly said: "No, I didn't mean that! Well, I was just looking for you to enjoy the flowers together, no, I was drunk, yes, I drank a lot of wine with my father-in-law today, and I felt dizzy. What's the matter tomorrow..."
"Quiet."
Qiu Jiang became quiet all of a sudden.
At this moment, my mind is like duckweed on the water surface, rippling with the waves, colliding silently.
Feng Xiaoya kicked open the bedroom door, the cold wind blew the hair and robes of the two of them, and intertwined them in disorder. There was only one lamp left in the room, which was dim and ambiguous.
From Qiu Jiang's perspective, she saw his curved and thin neck and protruding Adam's apple, and a layer of light blue stubble protruding from his chin—this made her realize for the first time that Feng Xiaoya is a man. man.
No matter how sickly pale and sullen and mellow he looked, he was still a man.
After realizing this, Qiu Jiang subconsciously wanted to escape, but he put him on the couch and held down his hands.
Feng Xiaoya bent down, her eyes were dimmed by the light, like an abyss. Knowing the danger, but making people eager to try.
Now that the matter was over, Qiu Jiang simply gave up resisting, lay quietly, and waited.
Feng Xiaoya's hand rested on her wrist, lifted it up slightly, and then slowly lowered it down. Qiu Jiang suddenly felt a hot current hit his wrist, and then spread to the upper arm.
Feng Xiaoya's hands followed the heat to her shoulders, and when she pressed, her shoulders became sore, and her two arms suddenly lost control.
Qiu Jiang realized that something was wrong, and just about to ask, Feng Xiaoya waved her sleeves, the only lamp was extinguished by the wind, and the whole room fell into darkness.
Feng Xiaoya's hand went down, touched her ankle, and then moved up to the heel of her leg. Her legs suddenly lost control.
Only that hot current rushed to the chest, wrapping the heart layer by layer like a soft silk cocoon.
Feng Xiaoya clung to her ear, and finally said softly: "Pupation."
Qiu Jiang raised her eyebrows, what do you mean?
"Use your internal force to seal the acupuncture points all over your body, protect your heart channels, and make you fall into a deep sleep, making you look like you are dead. People whose internal force is not as good as mine can't detect it even if they search for it. It can last for twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours After four hours, stimulate with the same amount of internal force, and you will be able to recover."
Qiu Jiang understood - this was the "suspended death technique" arranged by Feng Xiaoya for her!
Feng Xiaoya quickly tapped her wrists, shoulders, ankles, and legs four times, the heat dissipated immediately, and the limbs slowly regained consciousness.
Qiu Jiang sat up quickly: "How do you know these secret techniques?"
"To enter the palace today, please ask your Majesty for advice."
King Yan still knows this?
Feng Xiaoya explained: "The royal family is so secretive."
This is... Qiu Jiang moved her wrist and asked, "What will happen if there is no time to stimulate after twenty-four hours?"
"That would be really dead."
Qiu Jiang thought for a while, then asked again: "If the internal strength is higher than yours, can you find out?"
Feng Xiaoya smiled. Although the room was dark, Qiu Jiang had excellent eyesight, so she still saw this smile, a smile with a little pride and a little bitterness.
This person is endowed with extraordinary talent and adventures. There are seven strands of internal energy mixed in his body. Although it is messy and regurgitates from time to time, but to be honest, there is indeed no second person in the world who has higher internal energy than him.
So this method is only effective if he uses it.
Qiu Jiang still wanted to ask, "I can get away like this. What about you?"
Feng Xiaoya was startled.
Qiu Jiang stared straight at him: "How do you get away?" Where can I find a second expert to perform this technique on him? Meng Buli will never give up? They can't do it, not even her, and her martial arts are only considered above average in Ruyimen. Feng Letian's martial arts has been abolished, is there still a reliable peerless master in the territory of Yan Kingdom, so that he can also escape by feigning death?
Feng Xiaoya fell silent.
"You have to live too." Qiu Jiang stretched out her hand and hugged his neck, feeling that his body was visibly stiff, "Since you owe me ten years, what can you do if you don't pay me back ten years?"
There was sadness in Feng Xiaoya's eyes, but the night was so dark that the pain and sorrow seemed insignificant.
"You said that you insisted on living until today in order to get me back. Then, don't you want to stay with me forever? You can live for pain, and you can live for happiness, right?" Qiu Jiang will With her face in his arms, she could feel his heartbeat fluctuating from time to time.
After a long time like this, the heartbeat slowly returned to normal. Feng Xiaoya took one of her hands and said in a low voice, "Okay."
"How is it?"
"Live. I'll try."
"How to try?"
"Four of the six seniors who protected my veins in the past have passed away, and two of them are still alive. Although they only have half of their skills left, the combination of the two should be able to perform the pupation technique for me."
"Can you find it?"
"They are in Yujing."
"That's great!" Qiu Jiang hugged Feng Xiaoya tightly, and said with wet eyes, "This is really...so good..."
***
At the Weiling Ferry at the same time, the watchman was shivering and working along the road. It was too cold, so he took out a jug of wine from his bosom and drank a few sips, which made him feel warmer. The pot was stuffed back into his bosom. After the shift, go to the butcher's house first. At the end of the year, it's time to cut some meat, and then buy a bead flower for his daughter. His wife died early, and he doesn't know much about the girl's house. He didn't notice that in the blink of an eye, his daughter was born. It has become slim...
At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something strange.
The watchman turned his head and saw that the frozen ferry was like a silver belt under the moonlit night, and at the junction of the silver belt and the sky, there were four small dots moving rapidly.
He thought to himself that there are still birds flying in such a cold night? After walking a few steps, I became alert again, and when I looked back again, the four dots were much bigger and closer, and there were actually four people!
Four people wearing bamboo hats and long cloaks.
The watchman was quite surprised-there is a sea in front of the ferry, that is to say, these four people came from the sea? Because the ice boat can't get in, so come running?
In his bewilderment and shock, the four of them got closer and closer, and the distance of hundreds of meters was actually shortened in a few blinks.
The four of them also saw the watchman.
One of them yelled: "He saw me
