Brocade without a knife

He Si recognized from his voice and tone that the human-shaped piece of black charcoal in front of him belonged to Lu Zhengming. After all, after recognizing his identity, there are very few people in the world who dare to talk to him with the tone of "Oh, this is not the old king next door" , surnamed Lu counts as one.

Wait, what did he just say, that his brain was damaged by the water? ? ?

bold!presumptuous!court death!

Hesi opened his mouth to scold this desperate little Jinyiwei, but he didn't swear, and sneezed earth-shatteringly. The crow standing on the grave was startled, and its black feathers floated on the tattered ground. Inside the funeral banners, the atmosphere was weird and embarrassing for a while, if there was an unlucky ghost passing by at this moment, he might be frightened to death.

What was more embarrassing than the atmosphere was Hesi's face. He had been humiliated countless times in his life, and for some reason this time he felt a little embarrassed and couldn't get off the stage.

Perhaps it was influenced by the atmosphere of the lonely men and widows standing at the same grave on the mass grave in the middle of the night.

Especially this little Jin Yiwei still thought a little bit about himself, Hesi kept sneezing, looking at himself in wet clothes, shattered like a drowned ghost, there was a faint sadness in his heart of being beaten back to his original shape.His noble and glamorous, pure and unaffected personality had only been established for two days before it completely collapsed.

Mother Tete is sad.

Lu Zhengming let out a hoarse laugh. His throat was probably injured, and he laughed hoarsely. After laughing twice, he pulled a rotten rag and threw it to He Si: "You are in the water. After soaking for a long time, I should have caught a cold. Later, I will look for wild ginger and boil some hot water to drive away the cold."

He Si sucked his stuffed nose, and while he was looking like a lady in the evening, he tore through the rags in a numb manner.He was drenched all over, and wrapping in such a rag didn't help, but He Si felt a lot warmer psychologically.

He raised his eyes and looked around, only to realize that he was lying under a broken thatched shed. The drizzle fell on the head of the shed and dripped down along the thatch.He looked at Lu Zhengming who was limping and sitting down on the ground again, he was puzzled, he hesitated and asked, "Why are you here?"

The rain had come to an end, the bleak thick clouds gradually moved away, revealing the shy and timid moon, Lu Zhengming's blood-stained face gradually became clear, he sat there and broke his twisted palms for himself, without raising his head, he said: "I thought the governor would ask first if I picked you up from the water."

"..." He Sicai's cold face burned again, he coughed in a fake manner, and asked kindly, "Did you save me from the water?"

Lu Zhengming laughed angrily at his cheekiness, raised his face, showing two rows of white teeth, and replied simply: "No."

Hesi: "..."

How on earth have you been in Jinyiwei until now and haven't been beaten to death! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Lu Zhengming tensed his face, pointing his phalanges one by one, sweat mixed with blood stains fell from his forehead, his face did not change at all, even his brows were empty, his eyes, darker than night, did not move for a moment staring at his palm.After all the phalanxes were straightened, he breathed a sigh of relief, casually wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised his head and said, "You were washed to the shallows near here by the moat. Fortunately, it's the shallow water period, and the river is not too deep When I saw it, I dragged it back."

Shun, dragged back smoothly...

Hesi imagined himself being dragged like a dead dog at that time, and the whole person couldn't get better!

You agreed to covet my beauty and fell in love with me at first sight? ? ?You can't find a partner like this, do you know that you are lonely? ? ?

He Si was so angry that his cheeks were hot and his fingers were trembling.

Lu Zhengming stared blankly at his appearance, frowned slightly, moved over slowly, leaned over his upper body, raised his black gray hand to touch Hesi's forehead: "It's burning a little bit."

He Si was startled by the paw he skillfully touched, and before recovering for a moment, the dirty paw had already been put down.

Because of the injury, Lu Zhengming's movements were very slow, but he still stood up slowly with a wooden stick, and walked out of the shed with blunt steps: "You stay here, I will find some herbs for you .”

He and Si were in a cloud all the way, and when Lu Zhengming staggered out a few steps, he woke up like a dream, and opened his broken voice: "Wait a minute, it's just a little burning..."

Lu Zhengming didn't seem to hear his words at all, and just waved his hands back lazily.

Seeing him frail and thin like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, He Sixin wanted to stand up and hold him, as if he would be blown away at any moment.

Unexpectedly, just halfway through the stand, the whole person fell down with a twitch, it was really straight, straight like a salted fish with no dry head...

When Lu Zhengming came back, he saw Hesi, who was so burnt, curled up in a ball and fell asleep...

He could still fall asleep on the mass grave, Lu Zhengming twitched the corners of his mouth, stared at him complicatedly for a moment, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief, and when he opened them again, his eyes had returned to those of ancient wells calm.He took out a knife with a handle as thin as a cicada's wing from the sole of his muddy boots, chopped wild ginger and ghost needles into pieces, and slowly kneaded them into a ball.

His fingers were not clearly injured, but fortunately they were not broken. After breaking them, there was no major problem, but they were swollen so badly that it seemed like thousands of roots were stuck in the joints when he moved.

Lu Zhengming knew that he had better not touch this hand for a while, unless he wanted it useless.

However, he still kneaded the herbal medicine into a small ball of mud, which looked ugly and unclean, but in this case, he could no longer force it.

The young admiral must have been completely dazed, he unconsciously allowed him to use his arms to stand up little by little, like lumps of soft mud.

Said that the mud was hurting him, Lu Zhengming quietly looked at the red-burning side face of the admiral of the East Factory and thought, it is really up to anyone.

As long as the knife in his hand scratches the side of the neck with clear blood vessels, he can end the life worth thousands of gold, no, maybe ten thousand gold with his own hands.Carrying his head, whether he went to receive the reward on the black and red list, or asked for credit from Jin Yiwei and the cabinet, he could get a sum of money, enough for a lifetime of glory and wealth...

Lu Zhengming's red and swollen fingers pinched the thin blade, rubbing back and forth with the sides of his neck.He suddenly paused when he pointed down, and saw that there were a few faint red marks on the skin that was so white that the veins were visible...

It's too delicate, Lu Zhengming was stunned for a moment, he knew some details about the admiral of the East Factory.

Born as an orphan, he was picked up from the dead by the former admiral to be his godson.

For these high-ranking eunuchs with no roots or heirs, the so-called godsons are no different than cats and dogs. They get psychological comfort and enjoy themselves in peacetime.

If it hadn't been for the old admiral who unexpectedly handed over the Dongchang to this person, maybe he is just a little eunuch who is abused and trampled in the palace now, and it is more likely that the old admiral's political opponents will take care of him without anyone noticing.

Thinking about it, Lu Zhengming suddenly laughed, a little unpredictable. He squeezed the back of the knife and swiped upwards, gently prying open the dry and cracked mouth, and stuffed the ball of medicinal paste into his mouth.

Half stuffed, the bitter tongue pushed out.

Lu Zhengming stopped again.

He was forced out by the tongue again, and at the same time he clenched his teeth to show his stubbornness.

Lu Zhengming looked at the tight mouth with an uneasy expression, and pinched his mouth with two fingers, forcing him to open his mouth, and stuffed the lump of mud in again.Seeing that the dissatisfied tongue was about to move again, Lu Zhengming said in a cold voice with no expression on his face: "If you don't want to eat any more, I'll stuff it in with a knife."

The dizzy He Si suddenly realized the danger, shut his mouth wisely, moved his throat twice, and swallowed obediently.

"..." Lu Zhengming held his forehead, not sure if this person was fainted or awake.

The rain has stopped, and the silver moon is like a disk, hanging brightly in the night sky, with a few scattered stars scattered around.The night in late autumn is already very cold, especially the mass grave where the dead are everywhere, it is even more bone-chillingly cold.

Lu Zhengming's chapped lips were dry and white, his body was as thin as a stick, and he looked completely terminally ill. Only his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and he could see every bit of movement on the mass grave.

Logically speaking, the fan from Dongchang is almost here.

Lu Zhengming knew that in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he shouldn't stay here, and if he didn't leave, someone would come to him.

But when he saw the admiral of Dongchang who was burned to the ground, he never got up to leave. This season, there are more wild beasts that come out to look for food at night on the mass graves.

He looked at He Si's handsome brows that he didn't hide even though he was embarrassed, and thought, it would be a pity if he was gnawed like this.