ink blade

Before the text starts, let me say a few words =v=

There may be many people who are used to neither reading the copy nor seeing the words, so the useless and cowardly author is here to manually clear the mine for the cuties:

① The perspective is the main attack, sometimes mixed with the subject perspective, and it will not be reversed if it is not dismantled.

② In the previous life, he was a miserable thief, arrogant and indulgent master × foolish and loyal guard.Gong slept with an undercover male favorite, was tortured, deposed, and finally died because of Gong.After the double birth, Gong regrets, enlightens, washes, whites and suffers from the same love. Obtained, deep, deep, abuse first and then sweet, the ending is HE.

Friendship suggests that in-depth attack and control should be controlled, and clean parties and pure sweet pet parties should be cautious.Shou was born as a dead man, please call him loyal dog Shou and not cheap Shou.

③ There is not much space for the sub-cp, and the sub-cp ending is be.Non-national bl.

④Ancient goofy routines, spicy writing, illogical.When the author first opened up this idea, it was during the (junior) and second (grade) period in the physiological sense. Now it is because of the authorization of non-commercial radio dramas, so I refurbished the black history for self-entertainment. Please be gentle, little angels. .

⑤I have tried my best to list all the points that I can think of that may make readers feel thunderous. If there is any discomfort, stop the loss in time.This article is not v, I just want to make fun of it for love, and decline malicious complaints and bad reviews.Gentlemen who insist on swearing at others, please bring your own deep water =v=

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When the broken consciousness was pulled back little by little, Mo Ren found him curled up and fell to the ground.Dry black hair scattered on the side of the pale face, covering his eyes.

The skinny servant moved, his fingers flexed and stretched feebly.Before he could tell how long he had passed out, he felt cramps in his stomach.He hadn't eaten a bite for two days before falling asleep.

There was no light in the firewood room, it was pitch black, and there was a damp and rotten smell.The cold north wind leaked in through the leaky window, making a screeching sound like a knife.

What leaked in at the same time were the noisy voices of people, the sound of footsteps, the chaotic sound of shouting, beating gongs and drums.

A trace of uneasiness emerged in the already almost numb heart, like stagnant rotten water suddenly being thrown into stones, creating bigger and bigger ripples.

Mo Ren endured the intensified pain and sat up, looking out.This is one of the lowest-status side halls in the Nine Layers Hall. Generally, there are only servants who work non-stop. There shouldn't be such a lively and festive voice.

What caught the eye was the brightly lit lights, countless people's shadows, and a bright red that seemed to spread in the distance.

He was a little dazed.A terrified look appeared on that thin face.

Such laying, how like a wedding banquet.

The last trace of blood faded from Mo Ren's already pale face in an instant.He couldn't care about anything else, he stumbled and pushed open the crumbling wooden door.

Suddenly, the icy wind from the sleet was icy cold, and the bright light from the lamp made his eyes sore.

The servants in the side hall were adorning lights and festoons in a tight manner, and a servant came over holding a gorgeous and exquisite scarlet brocade robe, showing disdain when he passed by Mo Ren.

He didn't have any affection for the former Palace Master's personal bodyguard. It is said that this person grew up with the Palace Master, so he became proud of being favored, bullied others, and even framed the upright and kind-hearted Young Master Bai Hua several times. The master of the palace was angry, and his martial arts were abolished, his meridians were cut off, and he was sent to this side hall.

Now the person who fell from the clouds into the mud is already a waste that is not as good as ordinary people, any stronger servant can bully him.If it wasn't for the boy's fear of missing work and being scolded, he would have to sneer a few words.Now holding the clothes in his arms, he just wanted to hurry past, but he didn't expect to be blocked by that cripple.

"Who... Cheng... Cough cough cough..."

As soon as the words came out, even Mo Ren didn't expect that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make out the words.

In such a severe cold weather, the skinny man was wearing only an old gray singlet.He coughed uncomfortably, but the cold wind like ice slag poured into his lungs, only adding to the pain.

The boy frowned fiercely, and pushed the ink blade to the ground with all his strength: "Go, go, bad luck is dead."

After yelling, the boy lifted his legs and walked away, but he didn't expect his trousers to be caught.Mo Ren sat down in the snow and held the boy tightly, looked up at him with almost humble pleading eyes, and with his frozen blue-white fingers, tremblingly drew a quick outline in the snow: Who is getting married?

"Oh, let me go you trash." The boy impatiently kicked the man's lower abdomen, and said: "Such a style, needless to say? Of course, the palace master is married, so what does that have to do with you? "

"Uh..." This kick was merciless, and Mo Ren felt his stomach twitch violently, which was already wrenching from hunger. The sharp pain at that moment made his eyes go dark, and he almost fainted from the pain.

But even so, he didn't let go of the boy, but wrote in the snow again: With whom...

He hadn't written the word "marriage", or even finished the word "who", the boy laughed and said, "With whom? Of course it's with Mr. Bai, why, can it be with you, a useless person?"

Mo Ren didn't seem to have much reaction, just let go, and slowly closed his dim eyes.

In fact, it is not surprising.

He knew it was a matter of time, but...

The young man walked away cursing and cursing.Mo Ren suddenly vomited a few big mouthfuls of blood, which was very bright in the white snow.

I don't know when, vomiting blood has long been used to it.But this time, he grabbed a handful of clean snow from the side and wiped the corners of his mouth very carefully.

Then he stood up with difficulty, looked at the red that was almost burning in the direction of the main hall, and walked staggeringly step by step.It's like moths to a flame.

……

An hour later, the Lotus Hall burst into flames, but it only burned the colored silk lanterns hanging outside.The owner of the hall, Chu Yan, has long since rebuilt the Lotus Hall with materials that are invulnerable to water and fire, and fire cannot burn in.

Mo Ren knelt straight in front of the Lotus Hall, his dull eyes were full of despair.I don't know how long he knelt in the wind and snow, until his sanity began to become blurred, and the head of the punishment hall appeared behind him, and said in a cold tone, "Moren, set fire to the Lotus Palace, punish the crime of killing the master."

Mo Ren raised his face, his frozen purple lips trembled, and he said with difficulty after a while: "Bai Hua...is not the master."

The Master of the Criminal Hall felt that this person was simply unreasonable, so he explained in an almost earnest tone: "Bai Hua is the default mistress, why not the master."

Mo Ren seemed to accept this explanation, he nodded, lowered his eyes, kowtowed, and accepted the crime obediently.

But in fact, he was already chilling all over, as if there was a suffocating cold current passing through his whole body.Panting intermittently, he asked as calmly as possible: "My lord...how do you say?"

"The master of the hall was furious and beheaded the chief guard of the Lotus Hall. The rest of the guards and hidden guards were accused of being ineffective in protecting the master and dereliction of duty, and dealt with according to the rules."

Unexpectedly, Mo Ren smiled softly and murmured: "The guards of the Nine Layers Palace...it's time to deal with it. Even me, a piece of trash, can burn down the Lotus Palace. Next time, the master's bedroom is on fire. Does no one know?"

"...You are actually verbatim with what the Palace Master said."

The master of the punishment hall took a deep look at the man who was kneeling in the snow waiting to die, with a sigh in his eyes.He couldn't help but talk: "Why are you bothering? You know that Bai Hua is the Palace Master's favorite person, and you know that you can't do anything to him..."

Mo Ren didn't answer, but asked in a hoarse voice: "If I survive Ling Chi's punishment later, can I see the Lord again before I die?"

"If you can really survive those things, according to the rules, you should be tested in front of the hall master before you are executed. However, the punishment for the crime of killing the master, let alone what you are like now, is that I dare not say that I can live to the end Ling Chi executed."

Speaking of this, the hall master looked complicated, and sighed, "You...you should kill yourself. I'm going to be one step too late."

Mo Ren just shook his head, and pleaded weakly: "Mo Ren dare not escape the punishment, please allow me to be fulfilled by the hall master."

The master of the punishment hall let out a long sigh, waved someone to tie up the ink blade, and repeated helplessly: "Oh, why are you doing this..."

I didn't hear the man's answer for a long time, but I heard the person in the punishment hall say in surprise: "Reporting to the hall master, he... fainted."

The master of the punishment hall was dumbfounded, and thought with a wry smile in his heart, it would be all right before he was executed, so he still dreamed of going to see the hall master alive?

Shaking his head, he started to walk, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of some clear traces in the snow where Mo Ren was kneeling just now.He squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and it was the two characters drawn by his fingers in the snow: Mingzhi.

"Is it clear that you will die..."

The hall master said to himself, "But what can I do? I know that the hall master has long since ignored you."

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Three days later, Chu Yan, the master of the Nine Layers Palace, got married.

People in the Jianghu have always been heroic, and it is never uncommon to spend a lot of money.It's just that the Nine Layers Hall's style is still astonishing this time.Three thousand banquets, golden cups and silver plates; red lanterns are like stars, and red colors are better than clouds.People can't help but admire: this background is really not comparable to ordinary sects.

The feast continued until sunset, when the guests gradually dispersed.When night fell, cloudy clouds began to form, and some snow fell softly, making it even more lonely and cold.

A layer of snow had already accumulated on the long steps outside the Lotus Hall, and Chu Yan, the master of the Nine Layers Hall, stood on the highest point with his hands behind his back.The bright red wedding dress on his body has not faded, and his handsome face is lonely and indifferent, like the ice of a mountain that has not melted for a thousand years, and there is a faint uncontrollable sultriness.

There are layers of jade steps under his feet, and there is a person kneeling in the snow at the end.

Carrying a rack and covering the body with a black robe—this is the attire of a sinner who has been tortured by the traitor and comes to ask for death.

Mo Ren remained motionless, the heavy torture frame pressed him into a kneeling position, and he knelt weakly with his head down, like a cold dead man.The snowflakes that fell on him no longer melted.

Blood kept dripping from his strands of black hair, and the snow on the ground was gradually dyed a frightening dark red by the blood soaked in the black robe.

"Moren, a lowly servant of the side hall, murdered the new servant Bai Hua to punish the crime of treason. The thirteen tortures have been completed, and the master of the palace is asked to test the punishment and give him death."

Hall Master Yang of the punishment hall reported loudly, but couldn't help turning his eyes sideways.

I can't bear to look at it anymore, and I can't bear to recall it anymore.

During the three-day punishment of lord killing, Mo Ren tasted all the harshest Dafa in the Nine Layers Palace.He endured bitterly at the beginning, until he couldn't bear to scream, and finally he lost even a trace of strength.

Even the executioners couldn't count the number of times this man passed out, and it turned out that even the bitterly cold salt water couldn't wake him up.I only remember that he lost his breath twice, and the last time even his pulse stopped. Hanging on the rack is really like a dead person.

The hall master shook his head, just as he ordered someone to cover it with a white cloth and carry it down, miraculously there was breathing again.

God knows at this moment, how much Hall Master Yang, who was used to torture, wanted to directly stab that pale and thin neck.

The torture in his torture hall should be prepared for those dregs who ungrateful and betrayed the Lord.Mo Ren is guilty of serious crimes. He is bold, stubborn, disobedient, and assassinates the future Zhengjun... But he is loyal to Chu Yan from the beginning to the end, more loyal than anyone else in the Nine Layers Palace.

It's a pity that it still fell to this point after all.

Above the long steps, the Lord of the Nine Layers Hall coldly looked down at the dying sinner kneeling in the snow, feeling a sense of distress in his chest.He opened his mouth abruptly, his tone colder than the snow in the middle of winter: "Have you had enough trouble? Are you comfortable now?"

no answer.

The ink blade below is already as angry as a gossamer, and has long lost the strength to speak, not even to move.

Looking at such an ink blade, Chu Yan felt even more agitated for some reason.

It was obviously a festive day, but it was disturbed by the people in front of me.Thinking of the fire three days ago, although it was not a serious problem, it really lost face, this person really... deserves to be beaten.

"Brother Chu," Shi Shiran, a beautiful young man in a gorgeous wedding dress, walked out of the back room with a voice like a clear spring and steps like a lotus.Bai Hua smiled and grabbed Chu Yan's arm, "Are you punishing this person again?"

"Hmm." Chu Yan was obviously absent-minded, glanced at Mo Ren, and suddenly said to Bai Hua, "Hua'er, don't care about what happened three days ago. It's just a lowly trash. Since he tried to harm you several times, today ... then you can deal with him."

"This..." Bai Hua hesitated, a trace of just-right resentment appeared between his lightly frowned brows, which made him look even more coquettish.He seemed to struggle for a long time before he took Chu Yan's hand and persuaded softly, "Brother Chu, although this person is vicious, it is because he has feelings for you. Besides, he was your former first bodyguard after all. Hua'er doesn't want Brother Chu to be gossiped because of him... why don't you just spare his life."

"Oh, Hua'er, your heart is too kind." Chu Yan turned his back and shook his head, secretly suppressing the discomfort in his heart, and said casually, "Forget it, tomorrow is our big day, don't let this kind of person stain your eyes. As for him, Gu is also tired. Throw it out."

You don't need to look to know that Mo Ren's expression must be very desperate.

That's fine, this guy should learn to behave better, if he continues to make trouble in the future, wouldn't it be a joke for everyone in the world?

Chu Yan thought to himself, hugged Bai Hua and went back to the back room.Then two attendants came out and dragged the ink blade down.

Chu Yan and Bai Hua were very tender, but somehow they didn't want to stay in the Lotus Hall, but put on their clothes and went back to their Zhonggan Hall.

It was snowing heavily when we came out.Chu Yan pulled the black cloak on his body and frowned.

"What time is it?" He asked Qiu Jin, his personal maid.

"Back to the lord, it's already midnight." Qiu Jin replied in a low voice, "The lord has been in Mr. Bai's room for about an hour and a half."

"Yeah." Chu Yan nodded, looking at the howling wind and snow, wondering what he was thinking.

"My lord..." Qiu Jin hesitated to speak, and anxiety appeared between her beautiful brows.

The ink blade is now abolished, and its physique is not as good as that of an ordinary person.In such a severe cold weather, hurt like that again... Qiu Jin didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Okay." Chu Yan rubbed the center of his brows irritably, "Isn't it just to plead for that trash... Go, go, bring him back. Tell him, don't think that Gu Zhen won't throw him away, if he dares to do it again tomorrow If you make trouble, go directly to the execution room and whip to death!"

Qiu Jin hurriedly knelt down and said joyfully, "Qiu Jin thanked the Lord for Brother Mo!"

Seeing Qiu Jin leaving in a hurry, Chu Yan seemed to be in a better mood.

Now he felt that he didn't want Mo Ren's life at all, otherwise he wouldn't have spared him the death penalty at the mouth of the always soft-hearted Bai Hua, let alone agree to it just because of Qiu Jin's plea.

After all, he is also thinking about the former friendship; and Chu Yan is not ignorant of Mo Ren's loyalty to him.

It's just... that Bai Hua is a spy?Chu Yan sneered, even if it was framed, it should be done in a decent manner.He fell in love with Bai Hua for ten years, and Bai Hua also willingly accompanied him for ten years as a male favourite.Hua'er has no martial arts, but has a pure heart, which family's spy could he be?

Biansheng Moren had doubts several times, and even tried to assassinate himself...Assassinate!

Such a bold servant, if he hadn't been thinking about his old love, he would have long ago...

His mind seemed to be fogged gradually, Chu Yan stared at the snowflakes blown by the wind and thought to himself, finally getting married to Bai Hua was undoubtedly the most resolute expression of his attitude.If Mo Ren was more sensible, he probably wouldn't be against Bai Hua anymore.That way, it's not like I can't treat this person better.

...Speaking of which, how did he and Mo Ren come to this point?Ah Ren was so obedient in the past, how can he even do things like disobedience and rebellion now?

Chu Yan paced down the corridor, waiting slowly for Qiu Jin to come back and return to her life.

How slow, Chu Yan frowned, and his phoenix eyes became more and more gloomy.Over the years, even the girl Qiu Jin has become more and more outrageous.By the way, there is also that boy Yingyu who is so willful, and Moren is used to it.

After waiting for about half an hour, just when Chu Yan was already getting restless, Qiu Jin's figure appeared on the opposite side of the corridor.

The maid was still standing respectfully, the hem of the goose-yellow skirt trembling in the cold wind.Through the snow, Chu Yan saw her face was pale, her eyes were dim and even empty.

Chu Yan panicked for no reason.

"My lord." He heard Qiu Jin say in a seemingly calm but trembling voice, "The ink blade is dead."

"What? Louder." Chu Yan was stunned for a moment, the cold wind howled so hard, he thought he heard it wrong.

"The ink blade is dead, my lord. By the time the servant brought people there..."

... Ink Blade, dead?

Chu Yan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He felt... strange.

Chu Yan raised his face, the sky of that winter night was dark and far away, and snowflakes kept falling from the thick clouds.He couldn't feel any sorrow or joy, only a sense of ignorance and unreality filled his heart.

How could it be dead?

Chu Yan began to have a headache, as if a thin needle was stirring in his brain.He knew that he had tortured that person a little bit, he was the one who punished him time and time again, it was he who abolished his dantian with his own hands, he was the one who demoted him to the side hall as a slave, it was he who ordered him to be punished for treason ,Can……

Isn't that all?How can it be dead?

"He didn't rest in peace, my lord." Qiu Jin's voice was low and hoarse, "Brother, when he died, he looked in the direction of the Nine Layers Palace, and he stretched out his hand...the body just stopped in the hall, my lord." She suddenly thumped He knelt down and kowtowed vigorously.After a few dull sounds, blood was seen on the blue bricks.

The maid's voice was already crying, "Brother has been loyal to the Palace Master all his life, Qiu Jin dares to beg the Lord, please come up and have a look at him..."

Chu Yan watched Qiu Jin slam her forehead on the brick floor, and it took him a while to make a sound.

"Oh." He nodded, his face was calm and there was no trace of grief, "Then let's take a look."