Wrong Changhuan

Two years in one night, two years in five.

On New Year's Eve, the main hall of Jinxiu Garden was in a mess.

When Lou Xiaolou came back from the Discipline Hall and just entered the courtyard, he saw the door of the East Wing was wide open, Jing Jiuge shooed away all the servants, and sat alone beside the low bench, as if lost in spirit.

A Tang, you said that you would watch the New Year with me tonight, you made the appetizers yourself, and prepared the Lirenzui that we loved to drink together in Wuyou Valley. I thought this New Year's Eve would be the only one in these years that was not bleak night, just because of you.

A Tang, I am on guard against everyone, but I have never defended against you alone.Why did you drug your wine, why did you run away?Is it because I love you that you want to leave me so impatiently?

The wind and snow in the courtyard are still there, showing no sign of stopping.

"Master, you are awake..." Lou Xiaolou entered the room and closed the door.

"Open the door." Jing Jiuge held the white fox muff wrapped in pink brocade tightly in his palm, and said, "If Ah Tang comes back..."

"She's gone and won't be coming back."

"Open the door!" Jing Jiuge repeated.

As if overwhelmed by the glamorous eyebrows and unquestionable tone, Lou Xiaolou had no choice but to obey, took a square velvet blanket next to him, knelt down and covered Jing Jiuge's lap, and said softly, " Master, it's snowing and it's cold, you have to take care of your health, Xie Baitang is not worthy of your—"

"Shut up!" Jing Jiuge interrupted him coldly, as if just mentioning this name touched her back.

The owner of Mingyue Tower, who has always been perverse and headstrong, was as docile as a red fox, sitting on his knees with his head bowed, just thinking about today's events, and the stubbornness revealed in those fierce eyes betrayed his thoughts at this time.

This kind of getting along with each other is no stranger to Lou Xiaolou.

For a long time, speechless.

Until the sound of eager footsteps outside the door, a black-clothed guard in a snow-stained cloak entered the courtyard, and was led by Bai Qing to the door of the east wing.

The guard knelt on one knee outside the house door, and said, "Report to the host, the second host, the chariots and horses left the city half an hour ago and headed eastward. Because of the token, the city guards did not dare to stop it."

"Get back." Seeing that Jing Jiuge didn't respond, Lou Xiaolou raised his hand and waved away the guards.This result was within his expectations, and if he wanted to chase him back then, he might not have been able to catch up, but he wished Xie Baitang would disappear before his eyes, so he didn't give the order.

Jing Jiuge looked at everything in the room blankly, and suddenly a gleam of light came into his eyes, and then he supported the short table with difficulty with one hand, but seemed to lose all his strength, got up with the help of Lou Xiaolou, and then walked slowly to the window side of the dresser.

The jar of worry-free ointment, white and intact, stood quietly in the corner of the dressing table.

It seems to be disgusted, it seems to be forgotten.

Jing Jiuge stretched out his hand to hold the white porcelain pot in his palm, went out with a dull expression, and returned to his bedroom.

Lou Xiaolou couldn't help but followed.

On the dressing table of the same style in the bedroom, except for rouge and gouache, there are two rows of identical white porcelain bottles neatly placed against the wall.

The white porcelain bottle, as if it is often played by people, is as warm and moist as jade.

Jing Jiuge gently placed the worry-free ointment in his hand on the empty seat at the corner.

Two rows, eighteen cans.

Eighteen cans, also her 18 years.

Jing Jiuge was stunned, stared blankly for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand and swung it towards the counter like crazy.

There was a crackling sound, and the white porcelain jars and other rouge powders fell down one after another, hitting the pine floor.

The fragrance flew across the realm, and there was a remnant, which hurt someone's eyebrows and eyes.

Where the mind lingers, there are many scars, and whose chest is barren.

Jing Jiuge trembled, his eyes turned red in a wry smile, but he just sobbed silently, and then fell heavily on the stool.

"Master --" Lou Xiaolou felt heartbroken when he saw this, but he didn't dare to take a step forward.

When his breathing gradually stabilized, Jing Jiuge had tears in his eyes. He looked up at the vanity mirror without turning his head, and said, "Lin Changhuan, bring her to see me..."

"Yes--" Lou Xiaolou pursed his lips, took another look, and followed him out of the door.

Since Man Qiu left the ice room, he rushed all the way to Jingyuan.

On the master bed, An Cuo was still awake, while Hu Diefei was watching anxiously.

Seeing Man Qiu hurriedly coming, with a black face and entering the door without notification, Hu Diefei was taken aback, stood up and stretched out his arms to stop him, "Man Qiu, you are so brave, I don't know what kind of place this is ?"

"Go away!" Man Qiu didn't care about wasting time explaining to Hu Diefei, pushed her away, approached the bed to shake the sleeping person, and called, "Master--"

An Cuo was still lethargic and did not wake up.

Man Qiu got up and picked up the teacup from the low table, and poured a cup of herbal tea on An Cuo's face.

"Are you crazy?!" Hu Diefei pushed Man Qiu away.

The person on the bed shuddered and slowly opened his eyes.

Hu Diefei approached and said, "Sister An, how do you feel? Are you all right?"

An Cuo glanced at Hu Diefei impatiently, then wiped off the water stains on his face, and caught a glimpse of Man Qiu who was kneeling in front of the bed.

"Master, the subordinates have to report something urgent, so as not to offend the master."

An got out of bed by mistake, rubbed his slightly aching head, ignored Man Qiu, walked straight to the short table, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of cold tea, and said, "Get up and talk."

Man Qiu followed closely, glanced at the unconvinced Hu Diefei, and said, "Xie Baitang ran away, Miss Xiaonuan, she didn't leave..."

An Cuo's hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air, stunned for a moment, Fang said coldly, "It's her business if she doesn't leave." After finishing speaking, he poured down the cup of herbal tea.

Hu Diefei interjected, "Sister An has already said, Man Qiu, you still don't back down!"

Man Qiu ignored the words and continued, "Master, Miss Xiao Nuan was arrested by the landlord and locked in the ice room of the dungeon—"

The teacup was full, but Ke Ancuo's hand holding the pot trembled slightly, as if he didn't notice it.

Hu Diefei knelt aside, lightly touched the slender white hand, and put the teapot upright on the low table, only then stopped the flow of water.

"Miss Xiaonuan asked her subordinates to send a message to the master... saying that the master's ties have been resolved, and let you leave here to pursue the freedom you want..."

An Cuo and Hu Diefei raised their eyes at the same time, and they both looked at Man Qiu in surprise.It's just that one eye is full of doubts and puzzlement, and the other eye is full of disgust and resentment.

"Master, that ice room is very unbearable, and now only you can save her... Miss Nuan, she has been tortured, I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on—"

Before An Cuo finished listening, he got up abruptly, and was about to take a step outside when he saw someone grabbing the hem of his clothes at his legs and feet.

Diefei begged, "Sister An, don't go--"

"Let go!" An Cuo shook off the pull, and hurried towards Nan Qinggong.

Man Qiu glanced at Hu Diefei who fell on the floor, and then followed out.

"Sister An--" Hu Diefei cried, but no one responded in the empty and cold room.

In front of the Discipline Hall, the eight personal guards of Lou Xiaolou surrounded the entrance tightly.

"Master An, the landlord has an order, no one is allowed to enter without his permission."

"Get out of the way!" An Cuo's eyes showed murderous intent.

"Please don't embarrass the villain."

An Cuo didn't speak anymore, he turned sideways, and his right elbow hit the chest of the nearby guard sharply, and then took another hand, and took out the sword from the man's waist and held it in his hand.

When Man Qiu arrived on the back foot, everyone in front of the mahogany building had already huddled together in the snowstorm.

Man Qiu didn't think much about it, and drew his sword to join in, saying, "Master, there are subordinates blocking here--"

An heard it wrong, and without hesitation, rushed into the room, cut off the lock of the wooden door in the corner with a sword, pushed the door open and entered.

The long corridor is like a gust of wind, and the candlelight flutters and trance.

"Master An--" The four guards who were drinking in the dungeon suddenly saw someone intruding, they all stood up in shock, and after seeing the person clearly, they nodded and stayed aside.

"Lin Xiaonuan, where are you?"

"In...in the ice room..." The most courageous cell leader stuttered a little with fright, but still trembled and trotted forward to lead the way.

In front of the ice room door, it was bone-chilling.

An Cuo frowned, "Open the door!"

"The landlord.. yes.. has orders, but no orders... this door... the door must not be opened--" before the prison chief finished speaking, he saw a long sword reaching his neck.

Sometimes, of all words, threatening words are the best.

The cell boss opened the lock tremblingly, and then retreated to the side.

With a squeak, An Cuo gently pushed open the iron door, and saw the familiar figure from behind, wearing Man Qiu's cloak, who was leaning against the door against the wooden cross, trembling.

"Do you think I will forgive you if you stay and use this bitter trick?" An Cuo frowned slightly, and did not enter.

Chang Huan didn't know that the prison door had opened, nor did he hear An Cuo's words.

"Lin Xiaonuan, you overestimate yourself."

"Cuo--Leng--" Chang Huan muttered when his consciousness was blurred.

The words hit An Cuo's ears, and An Cuo's heart throbbed, and then he found a pool of blood that had been frozen not far away. When he got closer, he found that the eyes of the person in front of him were closed, his face was extremely pale, and his lips were blue from the cold.

An Cuo shook his body slightly, squatted down, and tremblingly lifted off the cloak, only to find the untimely hands and feet wrapped in black cloth strips and blood stains with ice slag on them.

When An Cuo recognized the nail-piercing scar at a glance, he frowned instantly. He couldn't believe what he had seen, and called out softly, "Lin Xiaonuan--"

Those clear eyes were closed tightly, and there was no response.

A pair of slightly cold hands touched the hot forehead, An Cuo panicked all of a sudden, and regardless of other things, Da Heng picked up Chang Huan and ran away.

Looking at the drooping head on the chest, An Cuo's heart was disturbed and hurt.

"Lin Xiaonuan, without my order, you are not allowed to sleep or die, did you hear..."

"Lin Xiaonuan, wake up and say something!"

"Xiaonuan, I'll take you to see a doctor, you will be fine."

"Xiao Nuan, I believe you. I don't want your life. I believe you... Did you hear me? I believe you... Wake up and look at me, okay..."

But with the person in his arms, his eyes were still closed, and his breathing was weak.

In front of the gate of the Discipline Hall, Lou Xiaolou hurried over with four of his men, only to see Man Qiu being held down by several guards and struggling on the ground, while An Cuo hurried out from inside with Chang Huan in his arms.

"Master--" Seeing this, Man Qiu felt a sudden lightness on his body, and then got up and limped to An Cuo's side.

"An Cuo, you can't take Lin Changhuan away, Master wants to see her." Lou Xiaolou stretched out his hand to stop her.

"I see who dares to stop me today!"

"An Cuo, you don't have to listen to my landlord's words, but do you want to disobey Master's orders?"

Man Qiu said in a low voice, "Master, Xiao Nuan's tendons and veins were injured by a bone-piercing nail. The master on the second floor can heal this injury."

With a wave of Lou Xiaolou's hand, two guards approached to take Lin Changhuan away.

"Don't touch her!" An Cuo paused, and then said, "I'll go with you to see Master."

Fairview Garden.

An Cuo placed Chang Huan on the bed in the east wing, covered the quilt, walked to the door, and couldn't help but look back.

Seeing Lou Xiaolou following Jing Jiuge appear at the entrance of the main hall, An Cuo stepped forward and knelt in the courtyard in front of the hall, saying, "Lin Xiaonuan has been hit by a bone-piercing nail and has a high fever, begging Master to save her—"

Jing Jiuge looked sideways slightly, and said, "Bone-piercing nails? You did it?"

Lou Xiaolou nodded and said, "Yes."

"Why?"

"Revenge for Master."

"Xiaolou, as I said before, you must not move Atang and Lin Xiaonuan, have you forgotten?"

"I don't dare to forget, it's just that Xie Baitang ran away, and it was Lin Xiaonuan who helped her escape... and also made the master unconscious, and the disciple was also short of breath."

Jing Jiuge showed no anger on his face, and slowly approached the kneeling human, "Lin Xiaonuan's death is not a pity, why should I save her?"

An Cuo knew that Jing Jiuge always kept what he said, and when he heard it, he was very upset, clenched his fists, and took a gamble, saying, "Master, please save her life for Xie Baitang's sake, if she dies Here, Xie Baitang knows, everything really can't go back."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I don't dare." An Cuo lowered his head.

"An'er, this is the first time you have begged me since you were a child..." Jing Jiuge slowly turned behind An Cuo and said, "Do you still remember when I rescued you and took you in, why did I name you? A typo?"

"As a human being, there is no right or wrong, only strong or weak. The weak are not qualified to talk about right and wrong. Because, even if they say it, no one will listen. What the weak say is right will become wrong in the eyes of others...Master I want my apprentice to keep in mind that only by making yourself stronger and invulnerable can you not be deceived by others."

"But you forgot everything I said... Now, you not only have a weakness... but a fatal weakness, you should get rid of it yourself..."

Lou Xiaolou, who was leaning against the door, listened, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

An Cuo trembled, then turned around, looked at Jing Jiuge in shock, lost all color, shook his head and said, "Don't...don't...please master let her go...I can do whatever you want...just let her go... "

When his forehead touched the white snow on the ground, An Cuo's heart also became cold.

"An'er, I gave you a chance, but you shouldn't fall in love with her again... Since you can't forget it, then let her cut off her love for you, tell me, okay?"

An Cuo had lost his mind for a long time, and repeated, "I beg Master, let her go..."

"An'er, you have to remember that the only purpose of your life is for the Mingyue Tower...I am not a heartless person. I can let her go or save her. After she wakes up, you will personally make a deal and let her treat her well." You completely give up..." Jing Jiuge's words were not in a tone of discussion.

Then Jing Jiuge slowly walked into the East Wing, and Lou Xiaolou walked out of Jinxiu Garden with a smile on his face.

An Cuo knelt down on the snow with a slumped face, tears slipped quietly, disappeared into the snow, and froze his thoughts.

The renewing report of the time outside the courtyard has sounded, and with the falling snow, we have entered the new year.

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@guys, I'm late. . .Friendly reminder, this chapter is not cruel, and the next one will be cruel.