Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

Xie Yan didn't know what mood he was in. After watching Jiang Jingyun receive the three hundred lashes, he felt guilty, distressed, angry and so on.

Tears blurred his vision, but he could still clearly see the dark red blood dripping down Jiang Jingyun's dark robe to the ground, and the criss-crossing scars on his back were finer than fishing nets.

Thrilling, it makes one's scalp tingle.

Wei Yan has been in charge of the Department of Mirrors for many years, and he has always been defiant. He has long been displeased with Jiang Jingyun's disdainful attitude towards everything. He managed to catch him venting his anger.

After three hundred lashes, Jiang Jingyun's whole body was good except for the flesh on his face, other places were already bloody and bloody, and the newly added wound was a little afraid to come into this world, so he timidly covered himself with scraps of clothes Get up, but it has forgotten its own stature at the moment.

One leaf blinds one's eyes, deceiving oneself and others.

"Okay, today's matter must not be spoken to outsiders. If there is any violation, it will be punished as a rebellion." Emperor Tai'an couldn't bear to stop, rubbed the center of his brows, and sighed softly, "Xue Bi, let someone escort King Jing back. government."

"No need." Jiang Jingyun stood up tremblingly with his knees supported. His figure, which was originally as tall as a pine and cypress, seemed to be slightly bent by the sudden heavy snow, but he still stubbornly refused to bend his waist and bow his head. Stubbornness blooms on the top of the cliff.

He took a deep breath, tried his best to adjust his disordered breathing, his pale thin lips moved slightly: "This king can walk by himself."

Emperor Tai'an still looked at Jiang Jingyun with some anxiety.

"No need to send it off." Jiang Jingyun raised his eyebrows and emphasized again, his voice suddenly rose a few degrees. If you observe carefully, you can find the trembling inside.

The faces of the officials were full of admiration and fear, and they couldn't help feeling that Jiang Jingyun was so powerful that he was able to stand up as if nothing had happened after receiving three hundred lashes of good and evil.

Jiang Jingyun is so face-saving that even if he has only one breath left, he doesn't need others to care about him, and he can still move forward by himself.If it was changed to the battlefield, I am afraid that they will continue to fight the enemy.

The world says that he is powerful, but they forget that he is only made of flesh and blood, he will bleed, suffer pain, be sad...and die.

Jiang Jingyun refused the servant's support, walked with difficulty, and staggered towards the gate of the palace. The palace lanterns on both sides stretched his figure, and finally landed on the place where he walked unwillingly , leaving several strings of shadows of different sizes.

Before the face could be clearly seen outside the palace gate, a hurried voice was heard: "Uncle! Uncle!"

After Xie Ci lifted the car curtain countless times, he finally saw the person he was waiting for, and the arc of his mouth that had just been raised suddenly froze.

Regardless of the coachman's dissuasion, he crazily jumped out of the carriage, strode up to Jiang Jingyun, and stretched out his hand to support him, but seeing his bruises all over his body, he couldn't do anything, for fear of hurting him.

His eyes turned red, his throat choked, he gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle, which bastard did this? I'll kill him!"

"Don't mess around."

Jiang Jingyun raised his head somewhat slowly, and only found a glimmer of light in his empty eyes by the candlelight on one side, as if it was a flash in the pan.

"Hurry up and get the cloak that my son prepared for uncle!" Xie Ci wiped his eyes, turned his head and said ferociously to the little boy beside him.

Xie Ci took the cloak handed over by the servant, shook it off gently, and carefully put it on Jiang Jingyun's shoulders, and said in a thick nasal voice: "Uncle, today's Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother asked me to pick you up for dinner."

"Uncle, come home with me, okay?"

"No." Jiang Jingyun narrowed his eyes and stared at Xie Ci for a long time before confirming who he was, and shook his head lightly.

"Go and see him." He took a step back slowly, turned his gaze to the street to the south, and whispered, "Go... and see him."

Xie Ci persuaded Jiang Jingyun not to move, so he could only follow him step by step, with his hands clasped in the air, just in case.

With many twists and turns along the way, Jiang Jingyun finally stopped and stared blankly at the mansion in front of him. The familiar plaque in his memory had been removed, and the new plaque had not yet been hung.

The candlelight in the lantern under the eaves was dim, and a few strands of candlelight sneaked to the shoulder of the guard by the door through the gap, but they were scared out of their wits by the buzzing unsheathed sharp sword.

"Your Majesty has a decree that no one is allowed to step into this place." Guard A said in a deep voice.

"presumptuous!"

Xie Ci knew that this was Xie Fan's mansion, even though he didn't like Xie Fan, but his uncle wanted to come with scars all over his body, even if he was unhappy, he could only bear it, especially when he heard the guard's words, he immediately Like the ignited fireworks, crackling and blasting the pot.

Pointing at the guard's nose, he poked his waist and cursed: "Open your eyes wide and see who is standing in front of you? The uncle of this son, Qingqiu's Prince Jing, you can stop him at will?"

"This..." Guard A glanced at his companion in embarrassment, then at Xie Ci, and was about to speak, but saw Jiang Jingyun had already pushed the door in, and immediately widened his eyes, and was anxious to step forward to stop him, but was caught A silver light blocked the way.

"I'll just take a look at him." Jiang Jingyun's voice was like a mosquito, but with an undeniable majesty, "Just one look."

Xie Ci didn't bother to waste too much time talking with the guards, his eyeballs rolled around, he suddenly pointed to the sky, and said in surprise: "Ah! Look, there are fairies with no clothes on!"

Guards: "..."

Xie Ci didn't care how weird his excuse was, he hurriedly pushed the guard who was blocking the door, and sneaked in.

A black shadow curled up in the gazebo, motionless like a bastard, if it wasn't for the shadow under his feet, he would really think it was a lonely ghost floating out of some corner.

"Thank you... Thank you." Jiang Jingyun looked at the black shadow, his eyes flickered slightly, and the calmness he had kept in the Yaoguang Hall just now began to crack, and his voice trembled a little.

Huddled into a ball Xie Fan heard the words, raised his head dumbly, and stared blankly at Jiang Jingyun.

"I... I'll come and see you." Jiang Jingyun, who has been on the battlefield for many years, regained the tension he hadn't had for many years at this moment, his Adam's apple twitched slightly, "You."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Xie Fan jumping up suddenly, moving like a cheetah, hugging Jiang Jingyun's neck tightly and pressing him to the ground, straddling him roughly, his face changed suddenly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You actually have Face, you still have face!"

"Jiang Jingyun, do you really hate me that much? I'm worthless? I'm useless? In your Jiang Jingyun's eyes, only you are the best, and everyone else is useless and stupid?"

"I worked so hard to go to Yongzhou for disaster relief. In the end, I not only folded Qinghe in, but I also had to fold myself in. What the hell did I do all this for? I just wanted to prove it to you, and the result Woolen cloth?"

Xie Fan's face was ferocious with anger, like a sprite crawling out of an endless abyss, eager to claim his life.

He strangled Jiang Jingyun's neck and roared like a beast: "You, Jiang Jingyun, are a ruthless beast! Why don't you die? Why can people like you stay in this world? You deserve it too?"

Jiang Jingyun looked at Xie Fan in astonishment, the wound on his body seemed to be smeared with pepper water, the pain made him tremble, he couldn't say what he had prepared, his breathing became more and more difficult, his eyelids drooped, but he refused to close On the next day, just looking at Xie Yan so bewilderedly, there are thousands of words hidden in the cold eyes like glass.

"Thank you." Jiang Jingyun's lips moved weakly, "I'm sorry."

"I don't want to be sorry! As long as you die! You go to accompany Qinghe and apologize to him!"

"Wait...wait a little longer."

Jiang Jingyun lowered his eyes sadly, and said in a low voice: "Wait a little longer, soon, soon."

Xie Yan, who was in a rage, couldn't hear Jiang Jingyun's words at all, and couldn't even see the bloody wounds on his body, so he swung his fist and smashed him in the face.

"Oh shit!"

Xie Fan, who was hiding in the corner, looked at the glowing Condensation Bead in his arms, couldn't hold back anymore and rushed out, using a fixing spell to trap himself a year ago and Xie Ci who rushed over angrily, By the way, an enchantment was cast to trap the two together.

"Second...Second brother." Xie Fan pushed away the self he was a year ago, his throat seemed to be scorched by a raging fire, and every word he uttered was squeezed into blood and pain.

He carefully hugged Jiang Jingyun, who was gradually falling into a coma, in his arms, and said hoarsely: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be such an asshole. Second brother, I know everything, don't sleep, you Look at me, okay?"

"Don't go to sleep, what will I do if you fall asleep?" Xie Fan looked like a homeless pup, crying uncontrollably, "I still can't read the words well, you have to continue to teach me. There is also a Baifu bag , it's threaded. Second brother, it's threaded a lot, and I can't sew it, can you sew it up for me when you wake up?"

"If you don't want to, then you can teach me, and I'll sew. Then I'll embroider you a Momofu, no, it's a Wanfu bag, and you can embroider a hundred or a thousand."

"Second brother, please wake up, please? Don't sleep, just talk to me and talk to me, okay?" Xie Wen buried his face in Jiang Jingyun's neck, grabbing the warmth like a small animal, "In the future No matter how you beat me or scold me, I won't fight back, I just ask you to wake up."

"Second brother, wake up, okay? You have been asleep for more than ten days, you wake up and talk to me, and then go to sleep after talking. Okay?"

No matter how Xie Yan called, Jiang Jingyun never responded, just like him lying in the ice coffin in this world.

Xie Yan spread out the Condensing Soul Bead in his palm, and silently recited the formula, not only did the Condensing Soul Bead not respond, but the light around him gradually weakened.

"Second brother, Chen Wuji lied to me." Xie Yan finally lowered his head in disappointment after repeated attempts, like a child who was wronged and went home to sue an adult after being cheated of candy, "he said Ning Mo When the pearl lights up, your soul can come back, it was still on just now, why is it not on now?"

"Second brother, when you wake up, help me beat Chen Wuji, okay? You help me beat him, and I'll make you Yulu bayberry cake, all kinds of delicious food, and wontons. I'll learn how to do it." Bao. I still need to save money to buy you new clothes. I buy a lot and wear new clothes every day. If I don’t have enough money, I will wash dishes and cook vegetables for others.”

Xie Wenyu said for a while and started crying again: "Second brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm useless, I can't take you back. But don't worry, I will be here with you and always be with you. If you don't go, I will accompany you."

Just as Xie Yan was speaking, a weak voice sounded intermittently.

"Thank you...thank you...don't cry."

"It will...it will hurt."