Jiang Qing

The same rain fell on the eaves of Mei Shao's room, dripping into lines and sinking into the dust.

Flipping through the river map that Fang Min sent earlier, and comparing it with the map that he personally surveyed and drawn these days, Mei Shao frowned.

Most of the waterways connecting rivers and lakes were cut off by the bandits who occupied the mountains, leaving only a few main streams. It is no wonder that Cangzhou's floods have been treated every year, but there is still no effect.It seems that if we want to solve the flood problem in Cangzhou, we still have to suppress the bandits first.

Spreading out the map of Cangzhou, Mei Shao picked up the candle lamp and examined it carefully.Because he was in his own room, he was not dressed neatly, with the sleeves on both sides pulled up to his elbows, holding a candle lamp in one hand and a pen in the other, frowning slightly, looking at the cottages Distribution.

The flickering candlelight cast a faint yellow halo on his side face, because he lowered his head, the ends of his eyes were lowered with thin eyelashes, which elongated the ends of his eyes for no reason.When Chu Yan came in, he cast a slanted glance, his eyelashes curled upwards, revealing a pair of watery eyes.

On a normal day, Mei Shao is a very vigilant person, and when he is suddenly alarmed, his squinting eyes must be sharp.Perhaps it was because the events of the past few days were too disturbing for him, and because he had just taken a bath, his eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor, which subtracted a little bit of aggression, and his peach blossom eyes were soft for no reason.

Looking at Mei Shao's glance, Chu Yan thought for a moment that he was back beside Concubine Mei, watching her write under the lamp.

It's just that the angles are similar for a moment, Chu Yan quickly recovered from his withdrawn consciousness, and sent an intercepted letter.

He lowered his eyes, as if he didn't want Mei Shao to see the emotion in his eyes just now, "Jian Shiliu intercepted the letter near Weihu Mountain today."

Unaware of what was wrong with Chu Yan, Mei Shao put down the candlestick, nodded slightly at him, and motioned him to bring the newspaper.

Chu Yan sent it as he said, and saw that there were several mountain ranges on the map that had been marked by Mei Shao, among which the mark on Weihu Mountain was the most special.

Mei Shao leaned halfway on the back of the chair, opened the letter, read it, sneered, covered the letter on his face, turned to lie on the chair, tapped his knees with his fingertips, as if he was thinking about something.

The letter was written by Lin Hu, the village owner of Weihu Mountain, to Young Master, asking why the officials sent by His Majesty to investigate the cause of Bai Bingchen's death have not heard anything about it, and there are all kinds of preconceptions on how to lead this matter to Mei Shao.

Seeing that Mei Shao didn't speak, Chu Yan first opened his mouth to plead guilty: "It's because the subordinate is not good at handling things. I don't know if Lin Hu will bite back after taking the money. If it wasn't for intercepting the letter today, he must have missed the owner's important business."

"Heh." Mei Shao sneered, took off the letter paper covering her face, got up and put it on the candle, and slowly sent it into the flames.

Through the flames, the softness in his eyes had already been wiped out, he smiled lightly and said: "Everyone in this world is here for profit, and everyone is going for profit. Lin Hu doesn't take me seriously, but he just sees me giving you money." His benefits are not as much as that person gave him. My son... the master of the ghost city, the master of the dark fragrance pavilion?"

"I originally thought that the Anxiang Pavilion was a secret report organization established for the ministers of the Fudi Pavilion. Looking at it this way, he is not Bai Bingchen's."

When the flames were about to reach Mei Shao's fingertips, he let go of his hand neatly, his eyes hung on the ashes, and his eyes showed distaste: "Go and find out, who is that young master?"

As soon as Chu Yan answered, Mei Shao's voice fell again: "Also, don't plead guilty all the time. Isn't Bai Bingchen dead yet? When he dies, it won't be too late to discuss meritorious crimes."

Not knowing the meaning of Mei Shao's words for a while, Chu Yan was a little puzzled, and followed his words and said: "Fang Zhizhou's residence is surrounded by him like an iron barrel, it is difficult for our people to get in, just see The boy at the door goes to the pharmacy every day to get medicine, and Bai Bingchen should not be dead."

"With the sage Ji Pu by his side, it's hard to see the King of Hades." Mei Shao's words turned a bit harsh, "If I knew he was such a hindrance, I should have finished him in Lanwei Pavilion back then."

Chu Yan didn't dare to speak anymore, he saw Mei Shao's temperament changed after he came back from the boat.In the past, although there were times when he was uncertain, he would mostly suppress his temper. Now, it seems that he has completely indulged himself, and he doesn't care about things when he does things.

Mei Shao didn't care about Chu Yan's silence at all. He raised the dagger in his sleeve and clicked on the Weihu Mountain on the map: "The flood season is approaching. Since he likes to rely on that lake so much, let him drown. Use him It's not a grievance for me to be promoted by a copycat."

"Let someone tell Fang Min not to surround his mansion with government soldiers. Whether the man inside is alive or dead now, in my eyes, it is no different from death. If he wants Cangzhou to be safe, he can mobilize half Give it to me."

After Chu Yan retreated in response, Mei Shao sat down again. He took a deep breath and glanced at the green sandalwood beads on his wrist. It was like a shackle that restrained his emotions.

He flicked the beads lightly, revealing the scar on his wrist, a shallow streak, which seemed to wear away slowly with the passage of time, until it was as smooth as ever.But Mei Shao knows who gave this scar to her, it has long been deeply engraved in her heart, engraved in old dreams every night.

Gently pressing the scar, it seems that I can still feel the original pain and helplessness.At that time, he stayed in the imperial prison for more than a month without uttering a word, but he had a ridiculous thought in his heart, thinking that as long as he could not ask anything from himself, the Cangshan case would not be settled.But just when he gritted his teeth and endured until the last moment, he heard the jailer say that his father and the others had already died of capital punishment.

The kind of desperation that relied on a single thought, thinking that there was a bright light in front of him, but was suddenly extinguished, was enough to crush his heart in an instant. He really wanted to die at that time, and the pain of those punishments seemed to surge up in an instant. Wrap him up and ask him to die.

All thoughts are lost in an instant.

It was the hatred for Bai Bingchen, like the last straw for a drowning man, stretched out in front of him, making him grab another thought and survive.

He hated Bai Bingchen, and also hated himself who used to be happy.

He couldn't help but think about Bai Bingchen, he frantically searched every expression of Bai Bingchen in his memory almost obstinately, and asked himself why he couldn't see the ice and snow hidden under his smile, why he couldn't hear what he said The meaning of the words.

In this way, day after day, year after year, this kind of thought became a kind of obsession, like the nourishment to feed him to live. He began to be unable to tell whether his original self had feelings for Bai Bingchen, and he even I began to wonder if I still have the feeling of liking someone.

Until the day they met again, Mei Shao found that besides hatred, there were other emotions surging in his heart. Those emotions that made him unexplainable would involve him, hinder him, and even connive him over and over again. Let him go by mistake.

Mei Shao knew that people who came to the Burial Sword Villa to seek revenge with swords were not like this. They wished for their enemies to die in front of them immediately to be happy.

But he is different, every time he kills Bai Bingchen, he can feel a faint sense of sadism in his heart.He wanted to see Bai Bingchen struggling in his hands, unable to live or die, Mei Shao seemed to be greatly relieved from his painful expression.

Mei Shao didn't know what kind of emotion this was, but he knew that this kind of feeling gradually weakened in their confrontation again and again, until the last time they sailed, seeing Bai Bingchen suffocated, he felt lost in his heart.

It's like a cat has had enough of playing with the prey under its paws, and has become impatient to the extreme, and just wants to bite the prey's throat to end the play.

Before he knew it, Mei Shao had taken off the Buddhist beads on his wrist and was playing with them subconsciously. When he came to his senses, the tip of his fingers was already covered with sandalwood, lingering around the tip of his nose, slowly soothing his restless pain. mood.

He didn't put on the beads again, and let the scar be exposed to the candlelight.

Perhaps, the next time we meet again, he will be able to cut everything cleanly like those who seek revenge with a sword.

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In turn, half a month has passed.

Fang Min angrily changed the memorial to play Mei Shao countless times, and at the same time allocated half of the soldiers to Mei Shao.

After Mei Shao brought the soldiers into the mountain, there was no more news.

After waking up that night, Bai Bingchen finally got rid of his high fever on the second day, but his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak, and it took him several days to recover.

Originally, Ji Pu had guarded him since he woke up, not letting Fang Min in, for fear that the little ancestor who had just been rescued would fall into the political affairs like last time and hurt himself.

But this time Bai Bingchen was unexpectedly well-behaved, didn't ask anything, fell asleep after taking the medicine, or stared at the top of the bed in a daze, unable to say a word for a few days.

He didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, Ji Pu became worried instead, and deliberately picked up a few interesting things to tease him, but he didn't respond, even if Ji Pu pretended to be angry, he wouldn't smile apologetically again , Say "nothing".

In such a state, Ning Kuan couldn't help but quietly discuss with Fang Min whether he should hire a mage to drive away the evil spirits. They even suspected that Bai Bingchen had just rescued someone, and his soul was still in the river.

Ning Kuan even wanted to go to the riverside to call out his soul that night, but was scolded by Ji Pu and returned. After a few days of peace, he couldn't help asking about the Feng Shui of Fang's house.

Bai Bingchen, who made the crowd panic, didn't respond at all. He was recuperating in silence, as if he had never spoken before.

Seeing that Bai Bingchen's health was getting better day by day, but he was still reticent, and Ji Pu wondered if there was something wrong with his prescription.

Unable to bear it, Ji Pu pulled Ning Kuan aside, behind Bai Bingchen's back, and asked, "Did he live like this in the White Mansion?"

After thinking for a while, Ning Kuan wondered: "Although the Patriarch doesn't talk much on weekdays, he has never been like this in front of people, except when he shut himself in the room, he doesn't talk when he sees no one."

When he said this, Ji Pu also remembered that when he was in Pingdu, Uncle Ji called him to the White Mansion because Bai Bingchen locked himself in the house for good or bad.

Ji Pu took a deep look at the person on the bed, but didn't speak.

In these years, Ji Pu didn't ask about his standpoint or his pursuit, but just because of his repeated injuries, it can be seen that every decision he made was made with the intention of breaking the boat.

This kind of relentlessness, did not take his own life in his heart at all, or in other words, in his eyes, his own life was the least worth mentioning.

If such thoughts were placed on Bai Bingchen after he got rid of the poison, Ji Pu could still believe that it was because he knew that his death was approaching, so he gave it a go without hesitation.

But thinking about it carefully, he had such a resolute attitude a long time ago, but it has been well hidden, mixed in his calm eyes and low-browed smile, making people unable to tell his identity. real thoughts.

He put himself to death again and again, but he woke up from the pain again and again. As a doctor, Ji Pu's intuition told him that Bai Bingchen didn't care about life and death.It's more like he already knew that he was mortal, and he only survived the death because there were still unfinished things waiting for him to wake up to do.

Ji Pu doesn't know what is the purpose of supporting his life. If one day it is really achieved, will he no longer work hard to live, but let himself return to nothingness.

He seems to be used to digesting emotions alone, even the joy and anger on his face are not what he thinks in his heart.He lived a perfect life as a powerful minister, calmly arranging his son, smiling and taking care of all parties, but no one could see the slightest bit of his true inner thoughts.

But does such a person really have no mood swings?

Or is it that his current silence is his way of digesting his emotions alone and feeling sad.

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