The white moonlight of the paranoid male protagonist is reborn

A few more days passed, and they had gone up almost 200 miles. This speed was already considered very slow, but Jiang Chaoyun also felt the obvious weather changes.

It was getting colder, and at night there were snow-white spots falling from the sky that seemed to be snow.

Restoring on the spot that night, the team found an abandoned temple, which saved a lot of time in setting up tents, and they could spend the night in the temple directly.

Jiang Chaoyun's body is precious, and under such conditions, the team insisted on getting him a soft bed, on which he could lie on and roll around.

Although the team tried their best to consider him these days, the farther away from the Jiangnan area, the worse the repair of the official roads, and there will be more bumps on the road. No matter how thick the lamb blanket is on the car, it is still unavoidable.

As a result, Jiang Chaoyun had several bruises on his body, and he couldn't tell when he got hit.

At this time, a big soft bed can make him happy all night.

Bixin pulled a bright yellow screen for him in the corner of the temple, and finally separated from those rough men.

However, because he slept a lot during the day, Jiang Chaoyun couldn't sleep now, so he put on a cloak and sat by the campfire to listen to the escorts chatting.

However, Han Jiangmu didn't know when he came over and sat beside him.

Jiang Chaoyun lowered his head to look at Han Jiangmu, and couldn't help but reached out and patted Han Jiangmu's waist, "Get up, you're sitting on my cloak."

Han Jiangmu raised his waist slightly, and watched as Jiang Chaoyun pulled back the cloak, then folded it up with great care, and put it on his knees, so as not to fall to the ground and get dusty.

For some reason, just watching this scene made Han Jiangmu feel better.

The bodyguard happened to be talking about the extermination of a certain squire, Jiang Chaoyun blinked his eyes, and immediately listened carefully with his breath held.

"The magistrate of the Miemen case investigated for a month and finally caught the murderer. Who do you think is it?"

The bodyguard, who just wanted to hear the story and didn't want to guess, immediately urged: "Don't guess, tell me who it is!"

There were also people who cheered, "Could it be that squire's concubine?"

"No, no, no, none of you would have guessed that she is the official wife of that squire!"

"What? Why the main wife? Isn't the main wife also dead?"

The man had a smug look on his face, "You don't know that, the squire's main wife got a maid to change into her clothes, and then ordered someone to cut off her head and throw it into the well, making people think it was her. As for the [-] or so people in the squire, they were all poisoned to death by arsenic and frost, and then repaired the knife, making the illusion that the fatal wound was a knife wound, while she herself and her lover fled. Fortunately, our county Ling Yingming is so powerful, how can such a small trick escape his eyes, so he was caught right away."

A younger bodyguard muttered, "The county magistrate has been investigating for a month, and he's calling all of a sudden?"

The man slapped him and cursed: "It takes time to investigate the case!"

Jiang Chaoyun listened intently, and Han Jiangmu's eyes fell on his face. From his angle, he could see half of his side face, and the fire was shining brightly, reflecting his light-colored clear eyes very brightly.

As if noticing his gaze, Jiang Chaoyun turned his head and glanced at him. The light in his eyes lightly passed over him, causing Han Jiangmu's fingers to tense up.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Jiang Chaoyun muttered, glared at him, then looked away, propped his chin and continued to listen to the escorts chatting.

His appearance revealed a full well-behaved, Hanjiang Mu's Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, and his eyes fell on the cluster of flames.

For some reason, the topic of these people suddenly turned to reading, "Although you can make a lot of money as a bodyguard throughout the year, the money you earn is bloody money. If your family has the conditions, you should let your children study." That's good."

On this matter, all bodyguards have a consensus, "If you have the conditions, of course you have to study. As the saying goes, all things are inferior, but reading is high, but for reading, paper, ink, brush and inkstone are a huge expense. My son is also six years old this year. He is studying in a private school. Shuxiu costs two taels of silver, the worst paper costs eight hundred cash, better writing brushes cost five hundred cash, and ordinary inkstones cost one tael of silver. In the next year, it will cost at least four or fifty taels of silver, and now that the child is still young, it is enough, but if it is older, it really cannot afford it."

When it comes to money, they all look very distressed.

Someone noticed Jiang Chaoyun, and immediately asked with a smile: "The young master is here too, the young master should have read books, right?"

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Jiang Chaoyun hurriedly said, "I've read it."

"What book did the young master read?"

Jiang Chaoyun replied: "These are the Four Books and Five Classics."

The man was even more enthusiastic, and asked with some expectation: "Has the young master passed the exam?"

Jiang Chaoyun: "..."

He was silent for a while, and the others also understood that the employer was so weak that he didn't even talk about whether he could take the exam, so he immediately stopped the conversation. The leader said a few words to smooth things over, and then talked about other experiences.

However, Jiang Chaoyun felt a little embarrassed for a long time, and his cheeks blushed quietly. Seeing that they did not continue to ask, he was slightly relieved, and those beautiful hands unconsciously grabbed the cloak piled on his knees .

These small actions were naturally noticed by Han Jiangmu. He approached Jiang Chaoyun and asked in a low voice, "Master, do you want to rest?"

His scorching breath sprayed on Jiang Chaoyun's ears, making him feel a little itchy, and he couldn't help turning to the side, "...I don't rest."

Han Jiangmu didn't speak anymore.

However, after a while, Jiang Chaoyun leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Did you really kill that woman?"

Han Jiangmu lowered his eyes to look at him, and saw that his eyes were clear, and there was no emotion of fear, but a kind of confusion and confusion. He whispered, "Kill him."

Jiang Chaoyun couldn't help but grabbed the cloak on his knees again. Although his palms were fleshy, his fingers were still slender. His fingers were sunk in the dark cloak. The contrast between white and dark was particularly moving. "Why did you kill her?"

Han Jiangmu said: "If you want to kill, kill it."

Jiang Chaoyun let out an "ah" and stopped talking.

Han Jiangmu said: "Master, do you think I'm cruel?"

Although Jiang Chaoyun didn't say it clearly, he looked at Han Jiangmu with this meaning, and moved his butt to the side.

Han Jiangmu lowered his eyes, took the initiative to pick up a piece of wood and threw it into the fire, and then said to Jiang Chaoyun: "Damn her, your mother thinks so too."

Jiang Chaoyun was a little dazed, "That's it, my mother said so."

At this time, I am not afraid anymore.

Han Jiangmu asked deliberately again: "Could it be that the young master believes in the idea of ​​killing people for life?"

Jiang Chaoyun was stunned for a moment, and said quite seriously: "I believe that there are gods three feet above the head. The murders committed by people will be liquidated one by one by the underworld after death, and then they will be livestock in the next life."

Hanjiang Mu Meifeng frowned slightly, then let go, "Young master believes in ghosts and gods."

Jiang Chaoyun felt that he was a bit disdainful, and couldn't help but snorted coldly, "What's wrong with believing in ghosts and gods? It's better to believe in ghosts and gods, so that I will be vigilant, I will not do bad things, and I will be able to reflect on myself for the rest of my life."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but glanced at Han Jiangmu again, "It's you instead, you have to be careful, you killed someone, if you don't do more good deeds to pay back, you will be a cow and a horse in your next life."

Han Jiangmu took a deep look at him, and said, "If that's the case, those soldiers who defended the country killed countless people on the battlefield, but it is precisely because of these soldiers that the country can enjoy peace and prosperity. How do you count the saying that there are gods standing three feet above your head? Are these soldiers reincarnated as beasts in their next life?"

Jiang Chaoyun was immediately surrounded by him, his eyes widened and he was speechless.

After a while, he said in a coherent way: "Those soldiers killed a lot of people, but they also saved a lot of people, which offsets it."

Han Jiangmu said "Oh", "According to what the young master said, if I want to kill people, I will kill them. As long as I kill and save others at the same time, I will not be guilty, right?"

Jiang Chaoyun: "..."

His face was flushed, "...you, you can't say that."

Han Jiangmu said: "You can't say that? Then what should I say? Master, don't you mean that?"

Jiang Chaoyun was chattering, but he couldn't tell why.

Only then did Han Jiangmu realize how immature his thoughts were, and he whispered: "Master, it is better to believe in yourself than to believe in ghosts and gods. In this world, you need to be happy for the rest of your life, so that you don't leave any regrets in the future. Apart from this, don't think about it." gone."

Jiang Chaoyun blushed from being blocked by him, and simply turned his head to the side, ignoring him.

Han Jiangmu still teased him, "Why didn't the young master speak?"

"Master, are you feeling unwell? Why didn't you answer me? Am I wrong?"

This repeated questioning made Jiang Chaoyun dizzy, ashamed and angry. He stood up suddenly and said, "I won't talk to you anymore! You are not allowed to talk to me anymore!"

Han Jiangmu accepted it when he saw it was good, and he did as he wished.

Jiang Chaoyun glared at him, and then looked away resentfully. After Han Jiangmu's questioning, he also knew how naive he was.

But what he said was really what he thought.

Depressed, very depressed.

Jiang Chaoyun returned to his resting place sullenly, but as soon as he sat down, Han Jiangmu followed him, and said to Jiang Chaoyun through the screen: "Young Master's theory of ghosts and gods also has some truth, but you can do it like the Young Master." There are very few people who introspect themselves, I hope the young master will always maintain such a pure heart."

Jiang Chaoyun was stunned for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, the dimples at the corners of his mouth were faintly visible, the depression that was still in his heart just now dissipated, he tried to reply in a calm tone: "Oh."

However, his camouflage skills were really not good enough. Han Jiangmu could hear the lively uplift in his tone, and the corners of his lips could not help but curl up slightly.

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