lord and beauty

Although Jiang Beimu had made enough preparations, he still panicked the moment he saw Tan Qiu cry.

Tan Qiu was sitting in the car, holding Zi Luoping's cold and stiff body in his arms, his emotions seemed to return to the cage in an instant, and the overwhelming attack swept him into the vortex. Tan Qiu cried bitterly, his voice hoarse several times I wanted to vomit, until I couldn't breathe from crying, tinnitus, dizziness, and crumbling.

Jiang Beimu saw it in his eyes, and his heart seemed to be squeezed and kneaded by life, and it also ached.

In the middle, Jiang Beimu wanted to put Zi Luoping's body back in the mansion several times, but Tan Qiu ignored it, as if only crying could vent the pain in his heart.

Jiang Beimu panicked for a moment and was at a loss, so he had to patiently appease Tan Qiu, but it was of little use.

In the end, Zhou Zhang couldn't stand it anymore, he got into the carriage and stretched out his hand to knock Tan Qiu out, and the crying stopped for a while.

Tan Qiu's face turned red, and the area around his eyes was red and swollen. There were still a few teardrops hanging on his slender eyelashes. He fell limply in Jiang Beimu's arms, breathing steadily, and passed out.

Jiang Beimu looked complicated, and looked at Zhou Zhang with a little hesitation.

Zhou Zhang understood, and touched the pinna casually, "Take him back to rest, if you keep crying, he will go blind, and I will deal with other things."

Jiang Beimu sighed softly, nodded slightly to Zhou Zhang, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, I will always trouble you."

Zhou Zhang hummed perfunctorily, and got out of the car sideways to make way for Jiang Beimu. Jiang Beimu hugged Tan Qiu and went back to the mansion first. Gently swaying with the evening wind, there were a few subtle whining wind sounds from time to time. Zhou Zhang stood beside the carriage with his hands behind his back, the horse hung its head, and its hooves lightly stepped on the green bricks, making a "da da" sound, as if urging What.

After a long time, Zhou Zhang moved, took the reins of the horse, and led the carriage to the backyard to settle down. A faint sigh dissipated with the night wind, and soon the shadow of the carriage was swallowed by the endless darkness.

Jiang Beimu hurried through the courtyard with Tan Qiu in his arms, and went straight to the Wanqiu Pavilion. On the way, he met a few servants who were on duty at night. Jiang Beimu ordered them to boil some hot water. After dying, he ran to the kitchen. Not long after Jiang Beimu put Tan Qiu down in this room, the boy in that room knocked on the door with a bucket of hot water.

Jiang Beimu carefully put Tan Qiu on the bed, wiped his face briefly with hot water, then stuffed him into the bedding, washed himself with the remaining hot water, and then went to bed with the lamp blowing.

Tan Qiu didn't sleep well all night. I don't know if it was because of Zhou Zhang's knife or what. Tan Qiu was half asleep and half awake. He could hear the wind blowing through the window lattice in the middle of the night, and he could also feel Jiang Beimu's steady and powerful breathing beside him. But his body seemed to be pressed down by a big rock, unable to move.

Not only did the dream not disappear with his consciousness returning, but it appeared in his mind more clearly, so real that he almost thought that this was what he had experienced.

It didn't know how long it took for the oppressed and stuffy feeling in his chest to gradually disappear, and Tan Qiu fell asleep again tiredly between the intertwining of dreams and reality.

In the dream, he seemed to have passed for a long time, and a strange memory flooded into his mind one after another.

In the dream, he obsessively pestered Jiang Beimu to be his wife, and specially taught the baby to call his mother, met Ruan Yue, Zhou Zhang, Xiao Ye, and Samu, and the assassins chased after him One after another, one thing after another is like a sharp arrow, firmly nailed into the depths of his memory.Awakened the buried memory.

As the night passed, Tan Qiu didn't feel relaxed at all. On the contrary, his body became more and more tired. Memories flooding in and out, mixed with Zi Luoping's time with him, woven into an impenetrable net, trapping him in it. It was difficult to get out, and the chill in his breath turned into fine silver needles, piercing deeply into his heart. Every time he recalled these, the wound would always be involved, making him suffocate.

Tan Qiu woke up first, but didn't get up, and stared blankly at the top of the bed for an unknown how long. When Jiang Beimu opened his eyes, what he saw was this scene.

"Qiu'er...she's gone, so don't be too sad, or your body will be damaged."

Jiang Beimu sat up, and gently hugged Tan Qiu into his arms, his inaudible sighs were even more distressed.

Tan Qiu was stunned: "I... had a very long dream last night."

"Yeah." Jiang Beimu responded in a low voice, rubbing his palm against the back of Tan Qiu's head gently, as if to comfort, but also with pity.

"I remember it all."

Tan Qiu tilted his head slightly, buried his head on Jiang Beimu's shoulder and neck, his voice was hoarse, "I remember, I still...remember Brother Luoping, he came to my dream..."

Jiang Beimu closed his eyes and sighed softly, his cold and hard lips were slightly pursed, and then delicate kisses fell on Tan Qiu's forehead and between his brows, without any lust, and the delicate kisses caressed Tan Qiu gently like rain. With the scar in his heart, Jiang Beimu didn't say a word, but Tan Qiu's originally chaotic mood gradually calmed down.

"Go if you want, and stay with him in the last days."

At this moment, Jiang Beimu no longer tried to persuade Tanqiu to let go of something, but instead took the initiative to bring it up.

Tan Qiu's eyes began to sour and red again unconsciously, and with a strong nasal voice, he looked at Jiang Beimu, "Brother Luoping..."

"It's better to stay in his original room for the time being. If he doesn't have any special wishes, he can stay in Jiang's residence. The white cloth funeral objects will be ordered to deal with them later."

Jiang Beimu kissed Tan Qiu's eyebrows lightly, and his rough palm slowly stroked the back of Tan Qiu's head.

Zi Luoping has no relatives in Sifang City, and Jiang Beimu doesn't even know where his hometown is. However, death is the most important thing. He has no opinion about Zi Luoping's Tingling Jiang Mansion, and based on his understanding of Tan Qiu If he didn't take the initiative to mention this matter, Tan Qiu might not be ashamed to speak up.

Tan Qiu paused for a moment, his eyes dazed, Jiang Beimu didn't rush, and the other free hand gently held Tan Qiu's cold and slender five fingers, and rubbed them gently in the palm of his hand.

"No need..." Tan Qiu unexpectedly rejected Jiang Beimu's proposal, "You don't need to spend too much time buying it for brother Luoping, and you don't need to pay for it. Just take a coffin and find a quiet place for him to take a good rest. have a rest."

Jiang Beimu has nothing to do, for him, as long as Tan Qiu is doing well, everything is easy to talk about.

Jiang Beimu then took Tan Qiu in his arms and comforted him softly. It was not until the sun was bright that Jiang Beimu got up first, got dressed, walked to the bedside and stretched out his hands to gently lift Tan Qiu up. Head, whispered: "I'll go to the shop first, and I'll be back soon. If you feel bored, you can talk to Ruan Yue. If you have any requirements, you can ask her. If she can't make a decision, go to Just look for Zhou Zhang, I will be back before noon."

Tan Qiu let out a sigh of relief, forced the corners of his mouth to bend, revealed a slightly awkward smile, and Quan responded.

Jiang Beimu had no choice but to peck a few more kisses and left the room.

The author says:

The cat at home is sick again, and there are ups and downs. Sure enough, the ordinary days are the blessings.