I am neither beautiful nor crazy

General's House.

Jiang Chibin sat cross-legged in the hall, clasping his fingers weakly on his knees, counting the hours, and looking at the display in the room.

The owner of this house seemed to be used to the severe cold days in northern Xinjiang, so the doors and windows were not open.

The whole room is very simple, without any flowers, plants, gold and silver decorations, and the tables and chairs are neatly arranged almost rigidly, without any dust.Everywhere reveals the owner's extremely rigorous and self-disciplined temperament.

The sound of the wooden door opening and closing sounded, and Xiao Xiangling walked in.

Jiang Chibin subconsciously stood up, and immediately realized that his reaction was too tense, so he greeted him with a few polite words.

"Second Highness, you don't have to be polite." Xiao Xiangling said, "I'm here today, what advice do you have?"

"I don't dare to teach you. I have admired the general's name for a long time. I am honored to meet you today." Jiang Chibin said with a smile, "In addition, General Xiao is also investigating the case of my seventh brother recently. To be honest, I am also very anxious as an elder brother."

He said, showing a moderately tangled and regretful expression, "Going to visit rashly is to disturb, so I came here to ask General Xiao. My seventh brother... How is his current health? Is there an imperial physician to treat him? Yes? Potential for recovery?"

Under the mask, Xiao Xiangling's eyes lifted slightly, looking at Jiang Chibin's flawless and even sincere smiling face, but fragments of memories flooded in one after another.

The eerie emptiness of the street that night, the guards who were hunted down, the seventh prince and the prime minister who were poisoned at the banquet, Jiang Chibin who immediately came to ask him about the situation after going to court...

One by one seemingly unconnected clues are connected in series, but everyone in the game has a bad ending.

Xiao Xiangling's mind moved, and he changed his verbal words, and said, "The seventh prince has poisoned his veins, or...he will die soon. Please express your condolences, Your Highness."

A light that could not be concealed flashed across Jiang Chibin's eyes, and then he returned to a flawless mourning expression.

"Then if this is the case, it will be difficult for General Xiao to be the seventh prince's companion to read." Jiang Chibin looked at Xiao Xiangling's face from the corner of his eyes, and sighed regretfully.

"It's okay." Xiao Xiangling took two empty teacups from the side, then filled two cups of tea, and continued, "The seventh prince's companionship is just a job title for eating and drinking, and it has nothing to do with the life and death of the seventh prince." Does it matter?"

A look of joy appeared on Jiang Chibin's face, "It's rare for General Xiao to be so enlightened. You and I also hate seeing each other. If the general encounters difficulties in the future, I will do my best to help the general. I only hope that the general can be regarded as a friend."

This is to test the mind nakedly, and then poach the wall.

"How dare I be worthy of your highness and friends, if I can help your highness by chance, it will be my honor." Xiao Xiangling echoed, and then used the knuckle of his index finger to push the wine cup in front of him, and pushed one of them to Jiang Chibin.

Jiang Chibin didn't answer, but stood up and smiled, "I still have something to do at my house today, so I won't bother General Xiao for now. When spring comes, please come to my house to enjoy the flowers, and ask the general to show his face."

"Wait a minute." Xiao Xiangling stopped the other party from turning around and walking back, with a bit of amusement in his eyes.

Afterwards, he picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp.

Jiang Chibin's expression was slightly embarrassed.

"This is rough tea from northern Xinjiang. Although it is herbal tea, it has a special taste." Xiao Xiangling put down his teacup and said with a smile, "It's a pity that Your Highness didn't taste it."

At night, Seventh Prince's Mansion.

Jiang Yu held the dossier in his hand and looked at it under the candlelight, but he was too tired and sleepy these days, so he rested his head and took a nap after a while.

In the dream, it was a dark and barren cliff, and the weather was gloomy, as if it could rain at any time.

He was waiting for someone, but he felt a sense of conflict and tension in his heart.

There seemed to be faint footsteps behind him, and Jiang Yu turned his head abruptly.At this time, thunder rang from the sky, followed by heavy rain.

"Have you considered?"

This voice resounded from the depths of his mind, vibrating and ringing in his skull, the more he resisted, the more pervasive he invaded.

"I've thought about it." Jiang Yu said softly.

At the same time, my heart beat violently.

"If you want to accomplish this, you must feed it with your heart and protect it with your flesh and blood. The day you accomplish this will be the time when your soul flies away." That voice was cold and devoid of emotion, and even the intonation seemed stingy.

"I know."

"You need to use a soft sword to break open your own chest, cut off the heart veins, and then dig out the heart...to subdue the crime, and then it will be considered successful."

"I know."

Jiang Yu picked up the soft sword on the ground, and his pale and bloodless face was reflected on the smooth surface of the sword.

Suddenly, a few drops of rain fell on the sword surface.

"The hour has come," said the voice.

He raised his eyes one last time to the desolate mountains and black clouds.

Then he raised his hand and closed his eyes.

— click

There was an extremely slight sound coming from the outside, and ordinary people would only think it was branches and leaves falling, but Jiang Yu woke up from the dream almost immediately, and subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword on his side.

The strength was so strong that the slender and clean knuckles were faintly white.

The moment he woke up, he had the illusion that he was still in hell, his back was soaked in cold sweat, and his hands were trembling slightly.

But when he listened carefully again, the voice could no longer be captured.

Jiang Yu hid the soft sword in his cuff, and sneaked out of the door without making a sound.

At the same time, a swift figure pierced through the dark night like a sharp sword, turned over and hid in the corner of the eaves.

Jiang Yu turned around and hid in the shadow of the pillars, his pupils narrowed slightly to look around, as sharp as a leopard lurking in the night.

There was a wind, and in the corner of my eye, there was a garment belt fluttering from the corner of the roof eaves, and it passed by in a flash.

Relying on the cover of the darkness, Jiang Yu used his feet to land firmly on the opposite side of the eaves corner.

Or due to excessive tension, his whole body collapsed to the extreme, so that the lines of the neck were clear, and the texture was more distinct under the dim light, and even the remaining sweat beads from the nightmare were shining white in the moonlight. Light.

He held his breath, and dived towards the position where the belt just floated up.At the same time, he pressed his hand tightly on the hilt of the sword, ready to stab the sword into the throat at any time.

With the soft sword out of his sleeve, Jiang Yu suddenly leaned forward, but stopped when he saw the scene behind the corner of the eaves.

There was no one behind the corner of the eaves, only a black belt that was tied on purposely.

An ominous premonition slowly rose from the bottom of my heart.

Counted!

Jiang Yu withdrew his hand suddenly, intending to turn around.

In an instant, there was a cold blade against his neck.And the other hand of the sword-bearer came around behind him, tightly covering his mouth that was trying to cry out.

The man was so powerful, Jiang Yu felt that his whole body was firmly imprisoned, and even the range of movement seemed subtle.

But other than that, the man's hold was gentle, even though Jiang Yu struggled violently, the sharp blade clinging to his neck didn't hurt him at all.

"Don't talk, don't move." The man's deep voice came from behind.

The weather was extremely cold, but the breath he exhaled was very warm, piercing through a few inches of frost, and there was still a little warmth when it reached the ears.

The moment he heard that voice, Jiang Yu's movements suddenly stopped.

Then he finally compromised and nodded slowly.