Mr. Jiang is not driving today

From two feet of snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter, to the year when the grass grows and the warbler flies to the sky in March, soaking it three times a day in the potion that rots the heart and bones has become a compulsory homework for Xiao Jiangxun.

The purgatory torture made him no longer like to laugh, and his expression often showed confusion. In just a few months, his beautiful eyes were stained with premature maturity.He has not worn clothes for a long time, and his only pastime is probably looking at the bright moonlight outside, the birds that have settled down, and the green grass growing taller by the window from the narrow iron window where he is imprisoned.

Occasionally, the wind would bring some early spring petals, which fell on the ground one after another. Xiao Jiangxun just looked at them blankly, until their edges turned yellow, scorched, withered, and curled up.

However, one day, a small paper kite dangled in from the window.

Xiao Jiangxun didn't pick it up either, he stared at the paper kite wings trembling with the wind, thinking, this thing looks so familiar, what exactly is it.

Soon, a small head with a bun appeared on the edge of the window. When she saw that Jiang Xun was naked inside, she was startled, but she didn't show disgust or avoidance. He said politely by the window: "Little brother, can I ask you to bring me the paper kite?"

Xiao Jiangxun remained unmoved, hugging his knees with his hands, staring ahead with an indifferent expression.

The girl puffed her cheeks a little depressed: "Then... I will leave the paper kite for you to play with. Little brother, did you do something wrong to be locked up here? Why have I never seen you?"

Jiang Xun looked up at the girl who was about the same age as him, her eyes as clear as grapes seemed to reflect everything about him, his embarrassment, and what little memory he had left of the past .

...Abi.

Thinking of the little guy who likes to rub his tender face in his arms, Xiao Jiang Xun felt a world away.

If he changed his face, would his Abi, his grandmother, still recognize him?

It was because of this ridiculous-sounding reason that he survived for three months.For three months, he was furious, he hated, he was hysterical, but, in the end, he didn't know what to do when he found that there was nothing he could do.

He held up his hand to show the girls outside.

His hands and feet were tightly bound by chains, and even his fingers were pinched by the iron gloves with split fingers.

This made him unable to even seek death.

The girl let out an exclamation, and the things she was stepping on seemed to shake unsteadily, followed by a childish voice: "...Xiaoqiu, have you got the paper kite?"

The little head of the girl called Xiaoqiu disappeared. I don't know what she said to the person who stepped on the foot. Soon, another face appeared in the window.

It was a beautiful face that Jiang Xun had never seen before. It was obviously similar to his own age, but it was difficult to describe his appearance with words other than "beautiful".

Probably due to his young age, he looks almost indistinguishable at first glance, and even his voice is so gentle that it makes people feel warm: "Iron bridle? What did you do to make you wear such a heavy torture instrument?"

Xiao Jiang Xun leaned his head against the wall, and looked up at the child in a somewhat pissed off posture.

...has he committed any crime?

...Did he do something heinous?

... I don't remember, I don't remember at all.

So Xiao Jiangxun shook his head.

The child suddenly couldn't bear it: "How old are you this year?"

Jiang Xun shook his head again.

The child bit his lip and pondered for a moment, as if he had made a great determination, and then stretched out his right hand tied with a copper bell from the narrow window. It completely failed. The complicated chains that locked Jiang Xun were like snakes whose spines were taken out, and they collapsed one after another, and the iron doors that were infused with spiritual power also twisted and deformed to both sides, turning into a door that could accommodate a child to enter and exit. small hole.

Xiao Jiang Xun looked at the child, but the child desperately waved at him: "Come out, come out."

He wanted to get up from the bed, but his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up. After shaking his body a few times, he slammed his head down on the ground like a dizzy paper kite.The little boy was startled, pulled the deformed window rail with both hands, got into the small hole with both hands and feet, jumped in, hugged Xiao Jiang Xun in his arms, rubbed Jiang Xun's forehead with his warm little paws, and then patted the red and swollen forehead The place blew twice carefully: "Does it hurt?"

After three months of torture, this kind of pain is not much worse than mosquito bites for Jiang Xun, but he really hasn't been treated so tenderly for a long time.

He was still wrapped around the iron chain that he pulled down deliberately when he fell off the bed. The distance was so close that he was sure to wrap his arms around the neck of the person in front of him in a few seconds and hang him with all his strength.

This person was dressed in black and red robes, with a plate of golden scorpions around his waist. His attire and appearance were almost the same as that of the patriarch who came to see him every day. He was generally graceful and luxurious, and Xiao Jiang Xun could guess who was coming without much effort.

... Mr. Shepherd.

What the Patriarch worked so hard to make himself into was exactly what this person looked like.

If you kill him...

Jiang Xun's fingers were trembling.His human nature, which had been cast in the highly poisonous potion for three months, had become so thin that it was almost nothing. However, with just this little bit of warmth, the thin ice covering his heart was beaten into fine cracks.

Mr. Qin Mu was still unaware of Jiang Xun's malice. He watched the swollen scratch subside by itself, blinked his bright eyes like deer in the mountains, and guessed roughly: "...I Father... Did you force you to do something?"

Seeing that Xiao Jiang Xun didn't refute, he took it as acquiescence, and his face flushed with anger: "I knew my father's whereabouts are secret these days, there must be something weird!"

Qin Qiu outside the window kept tiptoing, but he was not tall enough, but he could only hear the voice inside. Hearing Qin Mu's angry words, his expression changed: "Brother? You mean the one who said that father wanted to find a shadow guard for you?" thing?"

Before Qin Mu could answer in the future, he listened to the hurried footsteps outside, fearing that his father would have brought someone here after discovering that the formation had been broken. He couldn't help feeling a little panicked. He grabbed Jiang Xun's wrist and pointed to the iron chain in his hand that was intended to take his life: "Hurry up, wrap around my neck and threaten my father with me, my father will definitely send you out!"

This was a good idea, but Jiang Xun didn't move.

Qin Daoyuan loves his son, if he holds Qin Mu hostage, he will indeed let him go.However, he knew the secret of the Qin family, and knew that the patriarch of the Qin family was trying to use secret techniques to kill a child who had no spiritual power. Then, what he had to face was probably the Qin family's all-out efforts to hunt down and kill him.

At this moment, Jiang Xun's thinking was unprecedentedly clear.

... If I want to run away, I will never be able to escape Qin's shadow.

Although the Qin family has not found her relatives yet, if they follow the path of the troupe, they will always find some clues.At that time, it is very likely that he will not be the only victim, but Abi and grandmother will also be implicated.

However, if he can stay in the Qin Clan openly, devote himself to practicing the secret techniques of the Qin Clan, as Qin Daoyuan said, be the shadow of Qin Mu, and win Qin Mu's favor...

Qin Mu is Qin Daoyuan's only son, and one day he will become the head of the Qin family. At that time, he only needs to beg for his consent, and he will hopefully return to his hometown.

...Only in this way, it is the best choice for your family and yourself.

It wasn't until now that he finally figured it out. Once he entered the Qin family, there was no possibility of him going out with this face.

Qin Mu was already anxiously wrapping the chain around his neck. Who would have thought that Jiang Xun suddenly grabbed his hand, stared at him with burning eyes, and every word he uttered was full of urgency and anxiety: "...I'll be your shadow guard, can I?"

……

Xiao Jiangxun thought it would be difficult to make a decision, but when things came to an end, he realized that everything was as simple as hell.

Just say "yes", take off your clothes, walk into the boiling poison pool, endure the familiar torture of purgatory, and then come out, spit out the stagnant blood in your chest, and you will be able to exchange for complete peace, why not Why not?

Because of Qin Daoyuan's beheading before playing and darkening Chen Cang, Qin Mu, who has always been gentle and courteous, became furious and asked Qin Daoyuan to let Jiang Xun go, but Qin Daoyuan resolutely refused for the sake of Qin's reputation. Qin Mu was angry and anxious, but helpless , had to settle for the next best thing, and insisted on watching the whole process of Jiang Xun's immersion in the potion. Qin Daoyuan, whose plan was exposed, could only coax him with good words and watch the whole process of giving and receiving with him.

When Jiang Xun let out an unbearable cry of pain in the medicine pool, Qin Daoyuan gently covered Qin Mu's ears with his palm.

Qin Mu stared blankly at the medicine pond in the shape of a coffin, until Jiang Xun, who was burned to the surface and whose breath was faint, came to the surface of the water, and he came back to his senses, and jumped off his seat, ignoring the pattering of Jiang Xun's body. He rushed forward to cover his body with the long robe, big tears fell from his eyes, he didn't dare to let them fall on Jiang Xun's body, for fear of hurting him, he just went desperately shrink back.

In front of his eyes, Jiang Xun's face slowly changed, the delicate and dignified facial features gradually turned into a beautiful and charming shape, and the features that belonged to that delicate face were completely annihilated.

Qin Mu didn't know what to do, so he carefully hooked his fingertips with his hands.

Jiang Xun breathed a sigh of relief, and the first thing he heard was Qin Mu's whisper in his ear: "I'm sorry, I owe you too much. I will pay you back in the future. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. "

After the last ulcer on his body healed, he was lifted up and pulled into the side room, where he was washed and dressed like a puppet.

The face reflected in the bronze mirror was so unfamiliar that Jiang Xun couldn't help touching it again and again.

It has to be said that Qin Mu's face is much more beautiful than Jiang Xun's.It's just that things that don't belong to me will never belong to me even if they take root and sprout in my body.

When Jiang Xun, who was put on the clothes of a disciple of the Qin family, was dragged out of the side room with his arms crossed, Qin Qiu, who had never dared to enter the execution room and only dared to linger at the door, saw Jiang Xun's numb and indifferent face.

She gasped, until Jiang Xun was transported into the execution room by her disciples, before her eyes, there was still that face that was exactly the same as her brother's.

Qin Daoyuan on the seat looked at Jiang Xun's face, nodded in satisfaction, and gave He Shanzi a wink. The latter understood, rolled up Jiang Xun's sleeve, and exposed his right hand.

The inner side of his right wrist was empty, Qin Mu also noticed this, and pulled up his sleeve.

——On Qin Mu's right wrist, he was born with a bright red cinnabar mole.

Qin Daoyuan couldn't hide his expression, he looked at Jiang Xun's face that was still as pale as paper.Perhaps because he looks exactly like his beloved son, Qin Daoyuan strangely developed a sense of intimacy with him, and his tone softened: "...Jiang Xun, from today onwards, you are my Qin family member .”