I am neither beautiful nor crazy

It was approaching dawn, but the oil lamps in the seventh prince's mansion were still on, and the dim and flickering warm light had been burning for a whole night, and it was only now that it was truly extinguished.

Seeing that Jiang Yu was drenched all over, Gu Yuan was so frightened that he couldn't speak fluently. He quickly asked someone to fetch some buckets of hot water, and found a set of dry clothes to put on the side of the shower screen.

The sound of water entering was heard.

"Your Highness, the horses and supplies have been prepared and are waiting outside the mansion."

"Okay." An indistinct voice came from inside the screen.

A few days ago, Jiang Yu asked him to prepare supplies and horses, saying that he would go out for a while.At the same time, he also asked him to find someone who looked eighty percent like Jiang Yu's to temporarily replace him, so as not to be noticed by outsiders.

Although Gu Yuan didn't know what Jiang Yu did when he went out tonight, Jiang Yu's expression was enough to reveal that everything was not going smoothly.

"Your Highness, are you... leaving soon?"

"En." The sound of water stopped abruptly.

"Where are you going...? If someone asks..."

"I'll be back in a few days. It's not an important matter. Don't worry." Jiang Yu put on his clothes and came out, water droplets dripped down his back waist along his long hair like ink, and immediately a dark water stain appeared.

Gu Yuan wiped his hair carefully.

"If an outsider comes to ask, he will say that he is ill. The imperial doctor forbids seeing others, just let him show his face a little." Jiang Yu refers to the person who looks very similar to him. If people find out that I am not in the capital, if they really can’t hide it, they will say that I went to the fief to observe the people’s conditions, and if there is no special situation, I will return in a few days, and I can contact you by letter for important matters.”

"What if... Master Xia is here?"

"Just say it, you don't know."

"This……"

"Because you don't know, you have to tell the truth to Master Xia." Jiang Yu laughed.

His hair was almost dried, and the horses outside the door were ready, Jiang Yu stood up, and Gu Yuan put on the snow-white fur coat for him.

While lowering his head, Jiang Yu's eyes suddenly glanced at the piece of blood jade hanging on his chest, and his thoughts moved slightly.

"By the way, this." Jiang Yu took off the piece of jade under the puzzled and shocked eyes of the other party, "If General Xiao comes to ask and fails to hide it from him, I will give this to him."

Gu Yuan froze on the spot, but didn't reach out to take it.

This piece of jade was worn by Jiang Yu since he was born. Some people say that blood in the jade is an ominous omen, while others say that being born with jade is an unresolved relationship from a previous life.

In any case, in the past 18 years, Jiangyu has never picked this piece of jade.But now not only do they have to stay in the capital, but also give it away?

Gu Yuan began to tremble, and a dangerous and chilling emotion came over him instantly. He asked in a trembling voice, "Is your Highness's trip going to be a bad one? I'm already prepared that I won't be able to come back..."

Jiang Yu put a finger in front of his mouth, and kept silent for convenience.

"Gu Yuan, you have been by my side for more than ten years, you should be very clear about my temperament." Jiang Yu said softly, "I will not be so rash and conceal something about any major event involving bad luck. of."

"Then this jade..."

Jiang Yu stuffed it into Gu Yuan's hands, "The reason for giving him this jade is that if he really wants it..."

- You will not trust others, I will teach you.

Jiang Yu paused, "If he insists on coming to me and sees this piece of jade, he will know where to find it."

Before Gu Yuan could reply, Jiang Yu had already stepped out of the door and got on his horse.

He pinched the horse's belly between his legs, turned around and waved at Gu Yuan.

It's telling him to go back.

Gu Yuan also returned the salute to him, watching the snow-white figure go away softly in the surrounding silver, until it melted into the scenery.

Only then did he discover that Jiang Yu's back is actually very thin and thin, but his usual smoothness and strength will always make people forget this.

The sky was gradually dawning, and the horse's hooves sounded lightly on the empty road, riding a handsome young man with a snow-white body on it, and rushed out of the city gate with his head bowed.

Go north.

In the northern camp.

It was dark and cold, and there was always a faint smell of decay inside.

There was a person lying on the quilt with a gloomy expression on his face.One was treating the wound on his forearm, another was pinching his leg, and a woman was pouring wine for him.

When the cold wind came in, the tent door was opened, and a soldier walked in with a sack in hand.

The tent was instantly filled with a thick and disgusting smell of blood, and under the sack, there happened to be drops of blood dripping down and falling to the ground.

"Report to Second Highness." The soldier knelt down, "I found it."

As he spoke, he opened the sack and revealed the contents in front of everyone.

The maid's face turned pale with fright, and she sat slumped on the spot, not even noticing that the jug was spilled.The others in the room also frowned and looked away.

I saw that the sack contained a bloody corpse.

There were countless stab wounds all over his body, and his face was slashed beyond recognition. A feather arrow was inserted straight into his heart, turning his clothes in front of him blood red and black.

"Just him?" Jiang Chibin sighed and nodded with his chin.

The soldier suddenly sensed an unreasonable panic, so he could only bury his head lower, "Return to Your Highness, this is the only thing left."

The person reclining nodded slightly.

"Fuck it!" In the next moment, he overturned the jug held by the maid Yu with one hand, and the wine spilled all over the floor.The maid hurriedly knelt aside, trembling with fright.

"Get out!"

Before the words were finished, the maid ran away in a hurry, and the soldier also hurried away with a sack in his hands.

After venting his anger, he only felt that the anger came out of nowhere, more like inner fear and emptiness.

He clenched his fist and slammed it to the ground, making a solid muffled sound.

The man who treated him sighed, knelt down in front of him and said, "Second Highness, don't get too angry, it will not be conducive to the recovery of the wound. This injury has been dragging on for more than half a month, and if it can't be cured, I'm afraid This arm..."

Seeing that person was about to start scolding again, the tent door was raised again.

Jiang Chibin lowered his arms and looked at the person coldly.

The soldier shuddered and said softly, "Your Highness, the Taoist priest of Beijiang is here."

Hearing this name, Jiang Chibin's eyes lit up, "Please come in soon, hurry up!"

In a short while, the Taoist chief of Beijiang came to the account.

He was dressed in black, with a veil covering his face and a black hat on his head, his whole body was tightly covered.

"Please, Daoist." Jiang Chibin nodded and bowed as if seeing a savior, and handed over the injured arm.

It is rumored that the Taoist priest of Northern Xinjiang is omnipotent, he knows the world, he knows the past and the present, he is proficient in medicine and can revive the dead, and he can see through the metaphysics and find out the secrets of heaven.It's just that his whereabouts are uncertain, wandering around the rivers and lakes, and few people see his true face.

This time, he was "invited" by Jiang Chibin to heal the poisoned arrow wound on his arm.

The man didn't talk to him, but just knelt in front of Jiang Chibin and stretched out his left hand to check the other's injury.

There are many movements that require both hands, but he has done them with one hand.From the beginning to the end, his right hand was hidden under the wide sleeve of the robe, not revealing half an inch.

"Does the Taoist priest have trouble with his right hand?" Jiang Chibin asked.

Immediately, he realized his impoliteness and quickly apologized.

The Taoist priest in black did not respond to his question verbally, but paused for a moment, then nodded slowly.

After leaving the tent, the soldier held the bloody sack with disgust on his face, scolded his mother in a low voice, and then walked towards the back as if resigned to his fate.

Looking at what the Second Highness meant just now, it was obvious that this corpse was not up to standard, so he was told to rummage through the stinking, gangrenous corpses to find another one.

Damn it, I came to recruit soldiers, not to rape corpses.

In the world of ice and snow, it is not easy to find a corpse that fully meets the requirements. It is better to kill a stranger with similar requirements and go to the business.

He threw the sack beside the pile of corpses with one hand, and pressed the handle of the knife beside him with the other, looking for movements around him.

All of a sudden, an arm passed behind him very quickly, pinching his mouth tightly and precisely.Almost at the same moment, the man pinned his leg tightly to his ankle, and pressed his other hand on his wrist holding the knife, and his entire arm lost all strength in an instant.

From reacting to being completely overwhelmed, unable to let out even a sound, it only took a blink of an eye.

The coolness came out of the soles of the feet belatedly, and the soldier's legs trembled and he shook his head desperately.

"Don't move, don't make a sound." The man behind him whispered.

His voice was not as hoarse and heavy as imagined, but sounded like a handsome young man.

It's just that the roughness of his movements has nothing to do with the word delicate.

"If you dare to make a sound, I'll pinch your neck immediately." The man behind him slowly moved down the hand covering his mouth, and clasped his neck.

The soldier gasped heavily.

"Whose?" The man kicked the sack beside him.

"Blind looking." He said truthfully.

The staff added some strength, "Where is the prince?"

"Dead...well, dead." The last voice was also cut off at the neck.

"Where is the body?"

"The Second Highness didn't allow us to move the corpses all over the ground after that battle." The soldier said with difficulty, "In the end, they were all burnt...by a fire."

The hand holding the neck suddenly tightened, as if it were iron tongs, unable to struggle for half a minute.

His face had already started to turn red, and he was almost out of breath, so he tried his best to whisper, "everything I say is true, and if there are lies, there will be thunderbolts."

The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, and he fell down in the dark.

Before he fell into a coma, the last image in his eyes was a corner of the snow-like fur coat.

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