Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

Wei Su tossed and turned on the horse's back as if she had fallen apart, while sweetening her heart, she blamed Li Qiao for being cruel.

Xiche went all the way into the backyard of Wei Mansion.

Wei Suping retreated to the left and right, happily opened the curtain, and a bloody mass rolled out of the carriage.

The man was dying, Wei Su's hands trembling, he lifted off the blood-stained robe, took a closer look, his heart was about to burst.

Ah Xiang's limbs were weak and drooping, and his limbs were obviously broken.

The eyes and lips were sewn with needles and threads, and the hemp thread on the lips was torn apart, which should have been forcibly torn apart by Ah Xiang in order to eat.

"A Xiang?"

Wei Su was used to all kinds of bloody scenes. She had been on the battlefield for many years, and she was shocked by Ah Xiang's tragedy so that her hands and feet became cold.

Ah Xiang recognized Wei Su's voice, he opened his mouth, blood flowed down the corner of his lips, and the syllables he made were babbling.

Wei Su only felt that there was a thunderbolt, and Ah Xiang's tongue was pulled out.

On that day, the Wei family put up lanterns and festivities, and entertained relatives and friends from all over the world, but Wei Su only ordered a riveting at the banquet.

The trolleys responsible for purchasing melons and fruits frequently come and go.

A cart full of sacks turned a few street corners and disappeared under the walls of an inconspicuous palace.

The imperial physician frowned tightly, Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng's expressions were not very good.

"Who is so insane?"

Wei Su was so anxious that he fell to the ground, his mind was full of Li Qiao's safety, and he couldn't care less about it.

Wei Su is not stupid, the moment he saw Ah Xiang, he had a vague guess in his heart.

It must be the last time Ah Xiang avoided seeing him, so Li Qiao paid attention and discovered something.

Li Qiao could only use the marriage as a cover-up to steal the seriously injured Ah Xiang out.

Who made Li Qiao go to such lengths?

Judging by Ah Xiang's appearance, he must have been imprisoned there for a long time?

Ah Xiang lost who was imprisoned for him?

My journey has been smooth and smooth, and I have not encountered any obstacles. Does it mean that "A Xiang" who is currently imprisoned has not been exposed?

Wei Su's heart was turbulent.

It's just that he didn't dare to speak out because of Jiang Xian's shocked face.

And now, several hours have passed.

The twine on the corners of Ah Xiang's mouth and eyelids has been cut.

It's just that he couldn't speak yet, so he didn't care too much, and took the initiative to hand over the words.

Jiang Xianjing was carving something with a wooden board in his hand, and he didn't lift his head, only leaving Wei Su with a heroic look:

"This matter is not that simple. Don't be in a hurry to get up first. When Ah Xiang wakes up, everything will have results."

"But... Master Ah Xiang has already..."

Wei Su wanted to say that Ah Xiang was speechless, but Qian Zuisheng's cold eyes stopped him.

Jiang Xianjing is sympathetic to his subordinates, has a good temper, and doesn't care about it. Qian Zui's voice must be vengeful, and there is no room for arrogance.

Jiang Xianjing blew lightly, and the sawdust on the board went with the wind, revealing nine incomprehensible characters.

A faint groan sounded from within.

The imperial physician came out to salute, saying that Ah Xiang would not allow his eyes to be bandaged.

Ah Xiang's injury was better than expected. The torturer only sewed his eyelids, but did not hurt the eyeballs.

The tongue was indeed pulled out, and the muscles and bones of the hands and feet were not broken, but twisted by friction with the iron chain for a long time.

The eyelids had just been pulled out, and Ah Xiang's eyes had two shocking tears of blood.

Ah Xiang stretched out his hand towards Jiang Xianjing, and a few broken syllables came out of his throat.

"Who is it?" Wei Su couldn't help but speak first.

Qian Zuisheng gave Wei Su a hard look, Wei Su's face turned pale, and he retreated consciously.

Jiang Xian looked at Ah Xiang's wrist wrapped in rice dumplings in surprise, and brought the wooden board in front of Ah Xiang: "Do you still know each other?"

Ah Xiang looked at the wooden nine-square grid, and his chest trembled violently, and Jiang Xianjing also laughed.

Although Qian Zuisheng didn't know what charades they were playing, he still turned his head and told Wu Hua to find a pen and paper.

Thinking of the board as a medium, Jiang Xianjing's Ah Xiang's communication was relatively smooth.

Ah Xiang briefly explained the ins and outs of the matter.

After Jiang Xianjing became the crown prince, almost all of Ah Xiang's predictions were related to Jiang Xianjing.

Emperor Dajiang had no doubts about his own immortality, so Ah Xiang should not be too comfortable with his daily drinking and meat company.

But the good times didn't last long, and one day Mr. Wen took the initiative to invite him to drink.

Ah Xiang is a monk named Hua, with a hard body and nothing to be afraid of, so he happily goes to the appointment.

If Ah Xiang wasn't so curious about what Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng wrote on the sky lantern that day, or didn't care so much about which of the two has the better kissing skills.

If you only pay a little attention to the always docile Young Master Wen, maybe he won't be so miserable.

Ah Xiang passed away drunk without warning.

After waking up, Wuhuada was tied up in a cell.

When a person is blindfolded, his ears become extremely sensitive.

The faint sound of footsteps made Ah Xiang confused, and he called out the name of the person who came.

Then his eyelids were closed, his tongue was pulled out, his limbs were chained, and he was locked up in a dark place.

"Is it Young Master Wen?"

Despite trying his best to control himself, Wei Su couldn't help but speak, but Ah Xiang shook his head and refused.

He couldn't use his fingertips, so he had to use his elbows to slide his drooping fingertips across the board.

Jiang Xianjing translated a name that no one knew according to the direction he swiped: "Qi Yang?"

Qian Zuisheng cast his gaze over.

Jiang Xianjing shook his head slightly. He tried his best to search in his mind, but he only had a vague image of the name.

He vaguely remembered the name, but he wasn't quite sure.

Ah Xiang spat out a mouthful of black blood from the side of his head, Jiang Xian was startled and dazed, and hurriedly put a handkerchief on his neck.

Ah Xiang closed his eyes slowly for a while, and then said with his blood-stained hands, "General Li can't die."

Wei Su almost cried with joy.

He wanted to ask something more, but Ah Xiang shook his head: "It's too late."

Jiang Xian let out a breath of burning gas in shock: "No, I'm still waiting for you to open the way for me!"

Ah Xiang smiled bleakly, tears of blood flowed down his cheeks, and the handkerchief in Jiang Xianjing's hand was soon stained red.

Jiang Xian wiped it with his hands anxiously.

At this moment, the blood-stained handkerchief was taken away by a pair of bony hands, and Qian Zuisheng stuffed a clean one into Jiang Xianjing's hand.

Ah Xiang smiled sadly: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Qian Zuisheng nodded: "But what wish do you have?"

Ah Xiang shook his head, and tapped on the wooden board with difficulty: "Liang Xi, I'm going back."

Jiang Xian lowered his head in shock and did not translate.

Ah Xiang knew he could understand: "Don't be sad..."

This time Jiang Xianjing finally raised his head, but was too silent to utter a syllable.

Ah Xiang continued to swipe: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Jiang Xianji nodded: "There is a small yard in Maple Leaf Alley, and there is a lonely old woman living in the yard, if you see her..."

Ah Xiang didn't wait for him to continue: "Stop talking nonsense, I'll take care of her until the end of her life."

Jiang Xian nodded in surprise and gratitude.

Ah Xiang scratched again: "No more?"

No, that's Liang Xi's only relative.

Before Jiang Xianjing could nod his head, he had already stretched out his hand towards Jiang Xianjing, and tapped Jiang Xianjing's forehead with his bloody fingertips.

Ah Xiang's lips opened and closed: "Xian Jing, I'll give you a present..."

Jiang Xian didn't have time to respond in shock, the hand had already slipped heavily.