Suo Jinling

The cold water is hot, the hot water is cold, the lower abdomen is heavy, and the legs are extremely hot, like soaking in a hot spring, the spring water is soft and surging, one wave after another, supporting the body to float and swaying on the water surface.

Heavy snow came whistling all over the sky, Xueluo silently melted on his face, his eyelashes were stuck and tightly wrapped together, unable to open them for a long time, Lan Jingming turned over with difficulty, his mouth and nose stuck into the bedding, his breathing was completely blocked, and he choked. He coughed muffledly and tried to tear open his eyelids.

This is where······

His body was top-heavy and he couldn't tell what night it was. Lan Jingming propped up his arms and leaned on the couch with half of his body tilted. When he crossed his legs, his ankles rattled, and a heavy white cloth was wrapped around his ankles. There was an iron ring locked outside. The ring is not light, and it hangs heavily on the feet, but it feels like it is made with exquisite workmanship, and the chain holes can't be touched, so I don't know how to untie it.

With his current strength, he couldn't tear apart ordinary ropes, so using this kind of chains...was really unnecessary.

Lan Jingming was not in a hurry to get up. He sat in a distance and looked around. This was a bedroom with simple furnishings. Inside, the ink stains on the rice paper were half-dry and half-wet. It was obvious that someone was practicing calligraphy, and the calligraphy was half-finished before going out.

Somewhat similar to the General's Mansion... Is this in the General's Mansion?

Lan Jingming woke up suddenly, scrambled and rushed to the collapsed edge, staggered when he landed, was dragged by the chains and fell to his knees, his knee hit the floor with a bang, and immediately became red and swollen, and he couldn't rub it away.

The wrist was stuck on the ground, and there were still two circles of red marks from being tied up on it. Fortunately, the marks faded, and it didn't hurt to touch. There was still a faint smell of medicine, which seemed to have been carefully bandaged.

Lan Jingming shuffled to the door, raised his hand and pushed it out, the gate was closed from the outside, and couldn't be opened at all.

The curtain was hung on the window lattice, and there was a slit in the middle, so one could faintly see the outside. Lan Jingming leaned over half of his body, trying to see clearly. The scenery outside was different from the old General's Mansion, not as elegant as before, but rather cold The lake is covered with a thin layer of floating ice, as if it has not been repaired for a long time. Weeds grow everywhere on the shore, and the broken gravel is covered in the grass.

Presumably this is not the General's Mansion, at least Ah Jing's brother and sister-in-law will not live here.

Sister-in-law Zhou Shuning is diligent and thrifty in managing the house, and she is orderly, and she will never allow chaos here.

Could it be... Ah Jing lives here by herself?

Ah Jing has her own mansion?

So what is this place, a side courtyard or a woodshed?

I was still in the water prison when I woke up before, so why did I sleep in the bedroom when I woke up again?

What happened to Landau, was he caught or did he escape? If he was caught, where would he be held?

Lan Jingming pinched the center of his eyebrows, his forehead was throbbing with pain.

The current situation is completely contrary to common sense. Ah Jing and Bei Yi are worried about being at odds with each other. If they are taken captive, they should be thrown into the punishment room, and they should be whipped a few hundred times to vent their anger. Why use yourself to vent your desire? And bandage his wound?

If she used him to vent her desire, would she also use Landao to vent her desire?

Lan Jingming felt a chill in his chest, and shook his head violently, throwing out his messy thoughts.

He stood by the window for a long while, the cold wind blew through the corners of his sleeves, and the coolness seeped into his chest. He rubbed the tip of his nose, and the corners of his eyes touched his transparent forearm, and he froze in place.

He lowered his neck slowly, and the original robe on his body disappeared, replaced by a gauze as thin as a cicada's wings. This gauze was half-covered and half exposed, and there was no thread inside. I don't know who changed it for him. of.

Lan Jingming rubbed his eyes, before recovering from the shock, a black shadow flashed outside, Chen Jing approached with a huge package, his body was like a wall, standing heavily outside the door.

Lan Jingming was in a trance for a moment, subconsciously rushed up with his wrist, firmly grasped the neck bone, and twisted it down.

cannot be recognized.

Never be recognized.