The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

Thin rain and mist fell from the sky, one after another slowly fell on the face, a piece of wetness.The pale mourning cloth floated in front of my eyes, and when the wind blew, it flew up into the sky crazily.

In the hazy misty rain, Liang Zhaoge walked over holding an oil-paper umbrella, avoiding the pond with his toes, and gently swaying his clothes.He stopped in front of Zhu Jiuci, his bony hands were holding the bamboo joints, and the umbrella body was leaning towards him.

"Young master, let's go into the house."

Zhu Jiuci raised his eyes, the jade-colored umbrella ribs propped up the pitch-black oil-paper umbrella surface, crystal raindrops fell from the edge of the umbrella, reflecting it into a rain curtain.

The little father-in-law stood still.

Liang Zhaoge frowned, and took his hand, "The rain is very cold, and I'm afraid of the cool wind."

The little father-in-law shed tears and couldn't help shaking.

"But my mother... also left, I—people..."

I wish for a long time to mourn,—time didn’t realize what happened, the Duke’s wife also... hurriedly raised her head, the Duke’s mansion was surrounded by mourning, depression and decline, no servants around,—Yuan was lonely, Xu Shishu The monkeys scattered when the walls fell, and everyone pushed the wall down. Even if the Duke's mansion treats people sincerely, it has come to such a situation.

Liang Zhaoge looked at him with red eyes, half of his shoulders were soaked, his black hair was dyed wet, and the steam stuck to his neck. The water droplets slid down his skin and penetrated into his neckline, disappearing in an instant.

The little father-in-law suddenly knelt down and put his arms around his knees and began to cry, the sobs turned into wailing.

Liang Zhaoge abandoned the oil-paper umbrella, leaned down and squatted around him, gently hugged his shoulders, and pressed his forehead against his ear.

"Young master is not afraid."

The whimpering could not be stopped, and the little father-in-law buried his head in tears.The pat on the back grew softer, but he didn't look up-look.

"It's gone..." The little father-in-law cried and coughed.

Zhu Jiuci really wanted to raise his head and ask what happened to Liang Zhaoge, but the little father-in-law became more and more agitated, and he couldn't stop crying. Suddenly, his chest was congested, and a strong cough came up, and Zhu Jiuci suddenly fell down. Coughing up a pool of blood to the side.

"Little Grandpa!" Liang Zhaoge supported him in horror, clutching his fingertips tremblingly.

Zhu Jiuci reluctantly raised his body: "It's nothing..."

He was suddenly picked up by someone, Liang Zhaoge staggered into the room and put him on the couch, his eyes couldn't hide the panic, he leaned over the couch and said in panic: "Young master, don't be afraid, wait-wait, wait-wait! I Go to the government doctor!"

However, the Duke's Mansion is already an empty hospital, so there is no doctor there.Zhu Jiuci was forced to lie on the couch, watching Liang Zhaoge run out and did not come back for a long time.

The drizzle became heavier, crackling on the branches and leaves, and the branch of the locust tree fell heavily on the ground, making a loud noise.

About half an hour later, Liang Zhaoge came back, his clothes were covered in mud, he almost rushed up in a panic and grabbed Zhu Jiuci's hand tightly: "Don't be afraid, little father-in-law, I will take you to find the doctor!"

"Zhaoge—" Zhu Jiu resigned to stop him.

Liang Zhaoge had already rushed out with him in his arms, a layer of silk and satin covered his body, and an oil-paper umbrella was placed on top of it lightly, and the thin drizzle kept coming, and the icy cold penetrated into the neckline.

Zhu Jiuci grabbed his clothes, looked up and saw Liang Zhaoge's red eyes and unstoppable tears, feeling distressed.

Zhaoge is not afraid, he wants to say.

Liang Zhaoge couldn't hear it, and ran down the street in a panic, only to see a pharmacy staggering forward:

"Excuse me, is the doctor here?"

"anyone there!"

no respond.

Liang Zhaoge stubbornly took him to several pharmacies, but he was turned away without exception.

The little father-in-law looked at the sky indifferently, and lost his anger: "Zhaoge let me down, it's okay."

Liang Zhaoge refused, but still stubbornly said: "Look for it again!"

The long streets and alleys were empty, the rain was pouring down, the eaves were dripping with sewage, and the doors and windows of every house were closed.

When the wind blows, the oil-paper umbrella falls.

Liang Zhaoge paused, and hurriedly hugged him and hid under the eaves.

The rain fell down the corners of the eaves and hit the puddles on the ground. The mud splashed out and wet the shoes and socks.

The place where the two of them touched was warm, but it couldn't stop the cool breeze.

Liang Zhaoge hugged Zhu Jiuci and squatted down, wrapped his arms around his body to block the cold wind outside the eaves, and buried him on Zhu Jiuci's neck, his voice was so cautious that he could barely hear: "Young master can't go."

"Young master can't go."

"No."

Liang Zhaoge raised his head, his eyes were as red as blood, and there was still a fear that no one dared to notice.

-Drips of water fell on Zhu Jiuci's face, Liang Zhaoge looked at the sky and cried.

Waking up suddenly, Zhu Jiuci sat up, big beads of sweat rolled down, and his back was icy cold.

The warm silver bone charcoal in Xiyuan was still burning, and it was pitch black outside the window, and it was not yet dawn.

A small candle was lit in front of the desk, and the candlelight was carefully covered by a veil, covering most of the light. Liang Zhaoge sat aside, half of his face was reflected in the candlelight, and crow-black eyelashes fell a slender shadow, tender and tender.Zhu Jiuci wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and ran over barefooted on the couch.

Liang Zhaoge seemed to be fascinated by seeing Bu, but he didn't notice him coming.

Zhu Jiuci was so flustered that he seemed to be able to feel the cold rainwater slipping into his neckline. He ran forward and grabbed Liang Zhaoge's sleeve.

"Zhao—" Zhu Jiuci paused in panic, Liang Zhaoge raised his head to look at him with tears, the candlelight reflected the tears brightly, winding down his fair skin.

"Xiao Jiu..." Liang Zhaoge looked helpless, tears kept streaming down his chin and gathered into a crystal clear teardrop, and finally fell down unbearably, hitting the desk and splashing the cloth roll.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Jiuci grasped his hand unconsciously.

Liang Zhaoge couldn't speak, and spread the cloth roll in front of him with tears in his eyes.

Looking over at Zhu Jiuci, it was a messy picture written in blood on that page. The characters were scribbled and almost unreadable. The dark red handwriting stopped abruptly in the center of the page, and there were miserable five-finger scratches below.He had seen this page before, and when he came back from Jinling that day, he was frightened by its shrill neigh when he saw this page, flipped it casually, and forgot it deep in his memory.

Liang Zhaoge grabbed his shoulder in a panic: "Xiao Jiu, hurry up and tell the Duke!"

Before dawn, the capital city was shrouded in darkness. The glazed lantern hung in front of the carriage illuminated the figure of the groom, and the black horse was still running fast in the darkness.

The heavy snow in the capital has not yet melted, and there is still a lot of remnant snow in the streets. Horseshoes stepped on the snow, splashing a cloud of mud.

Zhu Jiuci—sitting in the carriage in a daze, holding a cloth scroll in his arms, anxious.

The carriage was not stable. In order to go on the road, the coachman used all his strength to spur the horses. The black horse galloped and the carriage shook around.Zhu Jiuci endured the bumps without making a sound, even though the car walls were wrapped with thick sheepskin blankets, his back still ached from the bumps.

"Are you there?" Zhu Jiuci asked anxiously.

The coachman's voice was a little hard to hear in the wind, "Quick... Don't worry, my grandpa, this is... the fastest way to the school grounds!"

Zhu Jiuci sat back and looked down at Bujuan with a dazed expression.

——Wake up from the dream, the world has changed a lot, so strange that he thought he was still in a dream.Half a quarter of an hour ago, he was listening to Liang Zhaoge read the cloth scroll at the mansion, but now he has defied the imperial decree and sneaked out of the Duke's mansion, rushing desperately to the school grounds.Today, it happened that the Duke and his wife were not in the mansion for training at the school grounds, and the situation was urgent and he could not let others know, so he had to take such a risk.

The cloth roll in his arms was a little hot, and the blood marks of five fingers kept flashing through his mind.

15 years ago, the fifth year of the Civil War hiatus.

The Nanjiang tribe still lives at sunrise and rests at sunset as usual. The natural geographical advantages allow this isolated tribe not to be disturbed by outsiders, and can survive safely among the countries. Even in the North-South War, the two monarchs Also in the book of war-to avoid Luanshan, a tribe in southern Xinjiang, and set up another battlefield.

The Baishi courtyard has been washed by mountain spring water, and the color of the sky is reflected translucently. The patriarch handles heavy affairs as usual. He raised his eyes and saw a small figure running barefoot across the bright white stone field, followed by servants with shoes on their hands. He shook his head with a smile, and returned to the heavy work.

Outside the window, the respected patriarch's wife leads the tribe to draw streams and perform dance sacrifices. She is A Linhe, who has been present for a hundred years in the southern Xinjiang tribe.There was a withered iris flower on the window sill, but like a guqin hanging on the wall, she had no time to think about it.

When the flint fell into the family house, the clansmen were building the roof for sacrifices. The huge rocks fell from the sky and destroyed the high platform for sacrifices. The colorful flags suddenly burned and the wind blew.

The isolated clansmen were as gentle as water. They watched in horror as bandit-like armored warriors poured in with long knives, and the blood red instantly stained the white stone ground.

The patriarch calmly directed the people to escape, but the robbers were too crazy, they were ordered to die, and no one was left behind.

They are the ones who have been keeping a low profile for five years and are determined to take revenge on the Northern Guo State.

They decided to step on the corpses of the Southern Xinjiang tribe and occupy the southern gate of the Northern Guo State without anyone noticing.

They took the doves to occupy the magpie's nest, and waited here, until the day when the wings were full, and killed them to the north.

The kind-hearted clansmen had never used swords, so they could only flee in a panic stepping on clogs. The bandits chased after them, with a knife and a layer of blood. There was no easier killing than this.

Ah Lin's body was covered in blood, she grabbed the little young master's scribe in panic, and pushed him behind the dense bushes.

"Uncle Xun! Please find him and take him away!"

"And this! Take it to the north!"

Let the northern monarch know that there is a beast hidden in the south.

The Nanjiang people cannot escape this catastrophe, and more innocent people cannot be allowed to suffer this catastrophe.

Xun Bo grabbed the corner of the cloth scroll, and suddenly, a long knife was stabbed out of Ah Lin's chest, and she fell down, chalcedony fell into a pool of blood, her fingertips were still holding onto the cloth scroll.

Enduring great pain, Xun Bo tore the cloth scroll out of her hand, grabbed the chalcedony in the pool of blood and ran frantically into the mountains.

The flimsy cloth scroll is extremely heavy, it is the family letter written by him-pen-drawing, the patriarch and A Lin have no time to take care of the little young master, so he can only write down his life in detail every day.

I was greedy and ate two pieces of glutinous rice cakes...

Accidentally picked poisonous flowers...

Thousand Characters has been reviewed for the third time...

Four hours of piano practice...

I am greedy for cold and don't wear clogs...

next page,

It was Ah Lin who wrote the blood book stained with blood to the monarch of the Northern Guo State.

Zhu Jiuci was terrified, and Liang Zhaoge told him that Nanguo State had been hiding its powers and biding its time for more than ten years, and he was afraid that a catastrophe would come.

The carriage stopped in front of the school yard, and he strode in wearing a black robe.

Xiyuan.

Liang Zhaoge sat in the corner, hugging his knees tightly like a wounded beast, and the silver bone charcoal was burning beside him, occasionally beeping.

He knew that state affairs were the most important thing and human life was at stake, so he pushed the man into the carriage and watched the black horse gallop across the corner before disappearing.

He didn't say that the young master was himself.

He did not say that the dead Alin was his mother.

It is not said that his people died 15 years ago.

Did not say, so he has a home.

It turned out that Mom and Dad never wanted him, but because they didn't have time to take care of him because of family affairs.

It turned out that his 15 years of indifference to the world and his 15 years of dedication to the band were all due to his own wolfish heart, and he didn't know that his parents had already fallen into a pool of blood that year.

The only person who can confide in the burden of the family and the country, was sent to the carriage by him, and he gently tied the cloak on him, telling him not to be afraid.

Then swallowed tears alone, hid in a dark corner, and fell into crazy self-blame—this wolf-hearted man failed to live up to the family love that blood is thicker than water for 15 years.