Suo Jinling

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The ice lake here is similar to the dragon veins in the General's Mansion. They are all formed by the power of heaven and earth, and have unique healing effects. After Chen Jing captured this ghost-faced Shura, he could have thrown people into the execution room and left them to fend for themselves. , but for some reason, looking at this man's pale and bleeding cheeks, he couldn't calm down, so he could only wrap a few chains around him, throw him into the ice lake to soak, and block the mouths of Youyou.

The place is surrounded by stone walls on all sides, and the spring water gushes out in a trickle. The eyes are dim and difficult to see. A few rays of soft light fall from the gaps in the stone walls and reflect on Lan Jingming's face. Those cheeks are hidden in the clouds and mists, like fragile glass that is about to break. , almost reduced to ashes.

It doesn't matter whether you become a fairy or become a fairy, or you are broken into pieces, it is impossible to get your wish here.

Chen Jing brushed away a few strands of wet hair, put his finger on the corner of Lan Jingming's lips, and rubbed it gently a few times to remove the thin scar, wanting to pierce that layer of flesh and taste the blood.

The person in his arms was limp, like a cloud, falling between his arms.

Chen Jing didn't bring any extra clothes, so he could only peel|off the drenched outer shirt of the person in his arms, took off his still warm robe, and wrapped it around his body.

The chain snapped a few times, was cut from the middle, and was thrown aside casually. Chen Jing leaned over and picked up the young man, and held him in his arms like a child. Lan Jingming's long naked legs had nowhere to rest, lying in the middle of the sky. Swinging back and forth, Chen Jing couldn't stand it anymore, put those legs between his arms, and walked out.

Hong Ye has been waiting outside, seeing the general coming out and rushing to meet him. After seeing the situation in front of him clearly, he froze in place, stumbled and breathed out: "General, general, general, please stop and put on my coat."

The retainers of their lineage are all of the Hong family. He and Hong Zhuo, who used to serve the general personally, are still cousins. They have been friends with Hong Zhuo since childhood, and they often play together. Soon after Hong Zhuo left, he was promoted to Chen Jing By my side, I have been siblings with Chen Jing all these years, and those tedious etiquettes have long faded away.

Hong Ye originally thought that the general entered the dungeon, and when he came out, he would drag out the battered ghost-faced Shura. After all, the general hated Beiyi deeply, and he wanted to eat his flesh and blood for Nalanchi Aguda, so he probably would not show mercy to the people of Beiyi , but now why... are you hugging people out?

Not only was he holding it carefully, but he was also afraid of catching cold, and even wrapped his legs and feet in his arms.

Hong Ye was dumbfounded, his eyes were fixed, and he didn't know what to do for a while. He always felt that the general was not comfortable being stared at by him, and there was a thin red behind his ears, but he couldn't see clearly when he looked closely.

"Don't give it to me, you can wear it yourself." Chen Jing turned his head in disgust, "I don't wear other people's coats."

Hong Ye: "..."

Then why do you wrap your captive in your coat?

Hong Ye's eyes were spinning, and he almost fainted on the ground.

"You don't have to follow," Chen Jing said, "Go and prepare the horse for me, and follow me to Tiger Leaping Gorge later."

Hongye came back to his senses, he respectfully answered yes, turned around and went to prepare the horse, Chen Jing carried the man back to his small courtyard, almost put him in the master bedroom, but after thinking about it, he thought it was impossible, so he carried him into the second bedroom , took the chain from the storeroom, took Lan Jingming's wrist and looked at it, although the wrist bone was no longer bleeding, it was still full of abrasions, he sat on the edge and watched for a long time, took the wound medicine from the cabinet, and applied the wound When it was full, it was wrapped in a white cloth and carefully placed beside the pillow.

The chain swayed a few times in mid-air, there was nowhere to go left and right, so it had to wrap around Lan Jingming's ankle, the length was enough for people to move in the side sleeper, but it was impossible to get out.

Chen Jing sat on the edge and did not move for a while, Lan Jingming collapsed between the pillows, his wet hair stuck to his ears, the water on his face hadn't been wiped off, his face was pale with scars, only the corners of his lips were still red, The tip of the tongue sticks out a little, like a sleepy raccoon slave, wrapping himself into a ball.

Stretching out his hand to touch the thin neck, the flesh was still cold and the veins were still throbbing. Chen Jing rubbed it for a while, tightening his fingers inwards, noticing that the young man was not breathing well, he loosened his fingers again, and tossing and turning a few times. Lan Jingming couldn't sleep well in his dream, he pulled the quilt into his arms, wrapped himself tighter, and moaned a little.

Chen Jing paused his fingers, stopped breathing for a moment, raised his hand to cover his cheek, rubbed it hard, stuck his finger into the top of his head, and dug inward a few times.

The first time he bumped into someone in these years was actually a captive captured from Beiyi.

Brother and sister-in-law have asked him to marry a wife many times, and the princes of the aristocratic family have stuffed him with countless women and men. They have everything from fat, swallows and thin, and they are all born with various styles. They tried their best to please him, but he didn't like any of them. , I just feel that these people are full of fat and powder, which makes him very disgusted. He thought that this life has nothing to do with Fengyue, but he didn't expect to see this Beiyi captive and couldn't control himself. Just confess.

Maybe... it's time to kill this captive, so that there will be no future troubles.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and the forces of all parties are intricate. If you are drawn by such accidents, you don't know what the consequences will be.

The side-lying window was half opened, and a cool breeze gushed in, brushing against the sharp edge of the sword, reflecting a vast cold light.

Chen Jing frowned, pressed the blade of the sword against Lan Jingming's neck, pressed half an inch inward, blood beads rolled down the side of the neck, soaking a piece of pillow.