Back when the villain boy [Rebirth]

There were a few sounds of weapons colliding, and a string of sparks splashed in the dark night.

Shang Yi felt that she was running, and the mist rolled in like a tide, and the sounds of soldiers and screams were endless.Clusters of sparks lit up in the white mist, and blood and mud stained her snow-white skirt.Suddenly a blue shadow rushed towards him, facing the foul smelling wind.

Shang Yi vomited out of nowhere, and then saw a rotten livid face with dead flesh and blood falling down.She lowered her body, and deftly dodged the pounce, a clear sword light flashed, both legs were cut off, and the corpse fell to the ground.

Shang Yi heard heavy gasps and a slight weeping sound.In front of her was a small sword, the tip of which couldn't stop trembling. The bright white blade reflected the firelight, revealing a young and helpless face—it was Jiang Wanzhao, Zhou Zhou from ten years ago.

Zong Ni Ming Hou will be lonely and brave again in the future. At this time, he is only a five or six-year-old child. When he really faces the tragedy of the war, he will still get confused.

She was too young after all.

Shang Yi's heart throbbed, staring at this face closely, the tip of the sword couldn't help trembling, a tear hung from the corner of her eye, Jiang Wanzhao sniffed her nose, suppressed the tears, held the sword in both hands, and continued to run forward.

Jiang Wanzhao is still small, at the waist of an adult, and her field of vision is much lower than Shang Yi's usual field of vision, so the terrifying thing is greatly magnified.The flames dyed half of the sky red, there were heavy casualties, and bones were everywhere. Fortunately, Jiang Wanzhao's body was thin and nimble, like a fish gliding through the swords and guns, and he was not injured.

Knowing that the child would survive this calamity, Shang Yi still felt terrified when the long knife was slashed down.

Jiang Wanzhao raised her head in panic, everyone was fighting together, the sky was dark, and at her young age, of course, she couldn't tell who was an enemy or a friend. Blood.Purgatory on earth is nothing more than this.

The camp had already been burned into a sea of ​​flames.

Holding the sword in his arms, Jiang Wanzhao's figure became smaller and smaller under the light of the fire, but the shadow dragged for a long time.Tongues of fire licked the night sky and burned everything up. Suddenly, she heard someone calling her name. Turning around, a middle-aged man came over from the dark night and waved to her.

Shang Yi recognized this man at a glance, Zhang Zhishou, who was slaughtered by Jiang Zhou in the future, which was also the reason for the rift between her and Zhou Zhou.

At the moment Zhang Zhishou was just a counselor following Jiang Xun's side, standing there just after passing by, with a smiling and friendly face.Jiang Wanzhao's eyes lit up, and he recognized the uncle who always teased him with things, "Uncle Zhang!"

Shang Yi faintly guessed what happened later, and was very anxious in her heart, calling out silently: "Don't go, Zhouzhou, don't go!"

But she could only watch helplessly, unable to prevent this from happening.Jiang Wanzhao ran to Zhang Zhishou, and finally stopped trying to pretend, tears fell down, and she threw herself into the man's arms sobbing, "Uncle, I'm so scared, where's Daddy?"

Zhang Zhishou rubbed her head, "Good boy, Wan Zhao, it's too dangerous here, I'll take you to find the general."

Jiang Wanzhao nodded, not aware of the murderous intent behind the man's smiling face.

Zhang Zhishou took the girl's hand, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

Shang Yi gritted her teeth, thinking of the past, she was filled with guilt.

After she and Ni Minghou got married, they were neither hot nor cold, but they could be regarded as respectful to each other. There were also intimate moments when they sat on the swings together, gambled with books and poured tea.But because of Zhang Zhishou, everything can't be restored.Shang Yi always thinks of the blood on the moonlit night, when Ni Minghou stepped on the head and wiped the knife, looking at people with contempt and indifference, he might as well look at a dog.

The rust-red blood stained the moonlight.

Such a tragic scene, Shang Yi dare not recall a second time.

After this incident, Shang Yi would instinctively feel sick when he smelled the smell of blood, and lost a lot of weight.

In the autumn of the second year, the royal hunt was held, and the nobles of the palace and the emperor's close officials all went to the hunting ground.Shang Yi lost his mind and was hit by the prey. The horse was frightened and rushed straight towards the steep cliff.Shang Yi came back to her senses and was about to jump off the horse when suddenly her back felt warm and was hugged by the waist, and she caught a glimpse of bright red from the corner of her eye.

Jiang Zhou reined in his horse and glared at the people behind him: "How do you shoot arrows, don't you have eyes?"

Before she finished speaking, Shang Yi broke free from her and jumped off the horse, holding on to the saddle and retching.Jiang Zhou asked in a panic, "Yun Shu, what's wrong with you, are you scared?"

As they got closer, Shang Yi could smell the blood on her body again, and couldn't help but see the scene of corpses everywhere in Zhang's mansion that day, and couldn't help but back away.

Jiang Zhou seemed to realize something, and put his hands into his sleeves in a daze. Just now, because of too much force, the rein was pulled into his flesh, and blood dripped down his fingertips.She stood beside the horse in panic, her usual majesty gone, like a little hedgehog who didn't know how to put away the spikes on her body to get close to her sweetheart.

Shang Yi noticed something and raised her head: "Are you injured?" There was a hint of concern in her eyes.

Jiang Zhou put his hands behind his back and shook his head without making a sound.

The grass was luxuriant on the plain, and the strong wind blew by. The two were relatively silent, and all the officials dispersed.Shang Yi was silent for a long time, and said: "Master Hou, just now... thank you, I didn't mean it, it's just..."

Jiang Zhou's complexion was pale, and after looking at her for a long time, his eyes were dark and deep. In the end, all his words turned into a sarcasm at the corners of his mouth. For the first time, he became sharp in front of Shang Yi, and sarcastically said: "Just what? People like you, you group People who grew up in a honeypot, do you think I'm rude and disgusting? Ha," she laughed a few times, "I keep saying that my family is a country, and I don't even dare to see blood. How dare I talk about my family?"

Shang Yi frowned, unable to refute.

Jiang Zhou took a step forward, grabbed her lapel with his uninjured hand, stared into Shang Yi's eyes and asked, "Are you still angry with me for what happened that night? You think they are pitiful, and I am heinous, don't you?" Her eyes were red, and she said in a trembling voice: "Shang Yunshu, what do you know? Why are you angry with me?"

Shang Yi looked at her quietly, "Then what should I know?"

Jiang Zhou's lips moved, but he didn't make any sound, and let go of his hand, as if it was just an unreasonable farce.

Shang Yi noticed a shallow scar on the back of her hand, which was a bite mark, an old wound, and it was quite old.

"Forget it, let's go back." Ni Minghou turned and left, his back rarely embarrassed.

……

This matter has been remembered before, but it is only fleeting. At this moment, Shang Yi suddenly remembered it again in the illusion, with regret and pain in his heart, which is quite unpleasant.

Zhang Zhishou led Jiang Wanzhao away from the battle, and walked to the river, where the flames threw themselves into the river, reflecting the cold armor hidden in the reeds.

Shang Yi's pupils constricted, and he recognized the emperor's guards hiding in the reeds, and the matter was indeed related to the emperor.That person actually buried 20 soldiers in Dasheng for his own benefit. The kind old man in his memory was so... so stupid!There is no crime to be punished!

The man in the head has embroidered wings and snake patterns on his clothes, with a gold wrong knife.Shang Yi thought, it should be Zheng Jiang, the previous leader of the Winged Snake Guards.This man is quite legendary, born in Yandi, generous as a chivalrous man, in order to avenge those who were forced to death by the powerful, he assassinated the powerful alone, even when he was caught and imprisoned, he sang generously and was imprisoned calmly.Later, this matter spread to Kunwu, and the emperor issued an amnesty order, and he went straight to the sky and became Kunwu's new favorite.

Such a person, everyone thinks of the young hero of the city, Shangyi Renxia, ​​who knows that many years later, he has become a sharp knife in the hands of the emperor, and when he is unsheathed, corpses are scattered all over the field, bleeding and floating on the oars.

Zhang Zhishou said with a smile: "My lord, this is the general's child."

Zheng Jiang was expressionless, and looked coldly at the child Zhang Zhishou was holding in his hand.Children are very sensitive to malice, Jiang Wanzhao noticed something, Yuanyuan's eyes were wide open, and she kept shrinking behind Zhang Zhishou.

Zhang Zhishou dragged the child, exerting a little force on his hand, and a blue mark appeared on his slender and tender wrist.

Jiang Wanzhao said in a waxy voice, "Uncle, you hurt me." She blinked her dark eyes, as if she still didn't understand what happened, she bit her lip and said, "It hurts."

Zhang Zhishou never put her at ease, and subconsciously let go, but the girl turned around and ran, plunging headlong into the reeds.

Zheng Jiang squinted his eyes, Zhang Zhishou was so frightened that he hurriedly picked up his gown and wanted to go down to catch him, but Zheng Jiang stopped him by saying, "Forget it, Mr. Zhang, my people are chasing it, a little fish, You can't swim far." Someone walked up to him and whispered something in his ear, Zheng Jiang's eyes lit up, "Jiang Xun caught it."

I don't know if the God of Heaven is weeping, shedding a gust of rain, and the raindrops hit the surface of the river like beads, causing circles of ripples.

The lights were blurred in the wind and rain, Jiang Xun was soaked in blood, his eyes were cracked, "Zhang Zhishou, how dare you, how dare you!"

Captured by his momentum, Zhang Zhishou took a few steps back.

Zheng Jiang showed appreciation instead, "General, long time no see."

Jiang Xun raised his head. There was a long scar from his left eye to his right cheek. The blood had scabbed over, and the dust and hair were stuck together.As if he had finally figured something out, he smiled sadly, the wound opened, and bright red blood gushed out immediately, "It's him."

Zheng Jiang, "That's right, it's that one. Jiang Xun, I can only blame you for your great achievements. To be a minister, you should naturally look like a minister. Look at you, what you look like now."

Jiang Xun spat out a mouthful of blood, "Back then I heard that you saw injustice, drew your sword for justice, killed the dignitaries in Yandi, and was sentenced to be executed by the autumn queen. You were not afraid at all, scolding corrupt officials and profiteers for collusion and oppressing the people in the yamen. Disregarding human life, I admired you very much at that time, and wanted to make friends with you."

Zheng Jiang: "You are young and frivolous, and you don't know the emperor's kindness. Now that Zheng thinks about it, he feels deeply guilty."

Jiang Xun laughed loudly, "Forget it, the young knight-errant is dead."

Zheng Jiang twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled, "Young people are naturally brave and not afraid of death, but people can't always be young. I have already forgotten the stupid things I did when I was young. I didn't expect the general to miss it so much." His His expression was numb and indifferent, overlapping with many people in Kunwu, and behind him was the shadow of the man in the Jiuzhong Palace wall.

Jiang Xun's smile gradually froze, as if he could see the final fate of his cherished kingdom from the person in front of him.His face was full of disappointment. At this moment, questioning and anger were meaningless. He was just chilling, just like Shang Yi who was standing beside him quietly.

Zheng Jiang drew his sword, and pressed the cold tip against Jiang Xun's chin, "Hand over the spirit core."

Jiang Xun sneered.

Zheng Jiang slashed a few times, realizing that this kind of punishment would not make the man speak, he slowly opened a needle box, "General, I have a lot of methods to extract a confession, don't drink fine wine, be obedient, is it the king's minister who leads the land?" , the spirit core belongs to His Majesty, and it is your duty to hand it over."

Jiang Xun lowered his head slightly, just when Zheng Jiang thought he was changing his attention, he broke free from the winged serpent guards who were pressing him down, and slashed at Zheng Jiang with a thunderous palm.

Zheng Jiang was caught off guard, vomited a mouthful of blood, and smashed the long whip full of thorns around his waist, angrily said: "If you don't want to toast, you must eat fine wine."

The dull sound of the whip penetrating into the flesh was intertwined with the wind and rain, and the blood stained the rain on the ground.

The wind was raging, and Shang Yi seemed to hear a very soft whimper. She turned her head suddenly, and an electric snake lit up the world. The girl hiding in the reeds was tense all over, her eyes were red, and she was biting the back of her hand tightly. Not a single sound came out.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-01-0520:39:09~2020-01-1310:02:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 favorite hot pot;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 19959945, 1 Yingluo;

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