Listen to the king's order

"Ming'er," Jiang Qichen moved his body with difficulty, and tremblingly stretched out his hand to grab the corner of Lu Ming's clothes: "You are half-true to me, but I am wholehearted. I don't believe you can't see it."

Lu Ming looked down at Jiang Qichen with an indifferent expression.There was no light in his dark eyes, like an airtight room, only billowing and suffocating darkness.He mercilessly pulled the corner of his clothes from Jiang Qichen's hands, stepped back a few steps, and walked to a place that was out of reach of that person.

He spoke, full of sarcasm: "In the past, when I gave you my whole heart, how did you repay me?"

The night was heavy and the wind was howling.

"You clearly still have me in your heart."

A determined voice came from behind, and Lu Ming paused for a moment as he walked out, but he did not look back, and resolutely opened the door and left.

However, the hand hidden in the wide sleeves was secretly clenched.

Walking to the door of Qichiju, Lu Ming grabbed a servant by the collar fiercely, and said coldly, "Let everyone leave, the one inside, let him fend for himself."

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The fire in the house was burning, and Lu Ming sat alone in front of the window, staring at the slender silver chain in his hand without blinking.

Jiang Qichen did understand him.Sometimes Lu Ming even felt that he was a blank sheet of paper in front of Jiang Qichen, a blank sheet polished by Jiang Qichen himself.Jiang Qichen could interpret his every move, every look and every thought without any errors.

Jiang Qichen knew his purpose and plot.But Jiang Qichen didn't say anything, but used his true feelings to cooperate with him to act out a play full of exploits and calculations.

All Jiang Qichen's affection, all his love, his sincerity, his confession.Lu Ming is not a fool, how could he not see it?

Sometimes, Lu Ming would even indulge in Jiang Qichen's tenderness unconsciously, because that was the dream he had spent his whole life wanting.

But as long as it is a dream, he will always wake up. When he wakes up from the dream, the boundless chill will surround him and remind him in an extremely tragic way.

——All of this is thanks to Jiang Qichen.

If you get too deep into the play, you can't tell the truth from the fake, and the false feelings and false feelings are intertwined, and even the actors themselves are confused.So, while resisting, Lu Ming accepted it.While hating, while yearning.

Once the boundary between love and hate is blurred, bitterness and pain are no longer so clear.

Lu Ming dropped the silver chain on the table, and wound it into a square bit by bit according to the pattern on the chain.On the last imprint card, the silver chain flashed with silver light, and the great light seemed to ignite the whole room.After the afterglow dissipated, the silver chain had condensed into a square silver medal.

Rubbing with his fingertips, Lu Ming meticulously traced the engraving on the small silver medal.He guessed right, this is indeed the Jiang family's pleading talisman.

Jiang Qichen really gave him the pleading talisman so decisively, so what about him, is he really going to give the pleading talisman to Xuanfeng...

The palm holding the pleading talisman tightened little by little, Lu Ming's face was expressionless, and no emotion could be seen.

He sat by the window all night until the sky turned white.

With a slight movement of his eyes, Lu Ming spread out the pleading talisman again.

He took off the white jade wristband on his left hand. Under the wristband was a striking scar. A long scar lay across Lu Ming's wrist. The color was whitish, and it was out of place with his thin wrist.This was left when Jiang Qichen cut his tendons back then.He has the same scars on his hands and feet.

Lu Ming wrapped the silver chain around his wrist round and round, and stuck on the last one, it looked like he was wearing a silver bracelet.

He stood up slightly, raised his hand and opened a small gap for the window.The cold wind sneaked in, diluting the warmth in the room, and also made Lu Ming's mind clear after a night of confusion.His fingertips paused slightly, and some sporadic white snow floated in from the crack of the window, and it was falling on the back of Lu Ming's hand holding the window sill. It turned out that it was snowing.

Lu Ming shivered involuntarily, shivering and retracting his hands. With a flick of his wide sleeves, he knocked down a three-legged incense burner on the table.

Immediately, the sinking water and incense ash were dumped on the table, but the coiled incense in the incense burner was still burning unrelentingly, the flame flickered on and off, stubbornly refusing to go out.

Lu Ming stared at the table full of dust and was a little dazed. He sat back on the couch a little slow, his breath filled with a quiet and elegant aroma.

"The incense burner is always white..." Lu Ming murmured softly, with a little incense ash on his fingertips: "But this is not ambergris, it is agarwood."

With a slight movement of his fingertips, Lu Ming wrote on the table with the incense ash stroke by stroke.Whether it is ambergris or agarwood, there is only one word that can be pronounced - lovesickness.

The last stroke was completed, and the word "You" appeared on the sandalwood table.

Floating ups and downs in my mind, it finally turned into a white figure, and there seemed to be someone whispering in my ear-life is naturally infatuated, the breeze is you, and the moon is also you.

There was a sound of very light footsteps outside the door, and Lu Ming's hands tightened suddenly, and he crossed his sleeves to wipe off the word on the table that had fallen from the incense ash.

He sat on the couch with a normal expression, and gradually frowned as he watched the person who came in unceremoniously push the door open.

"Sha Sang, if you don't knock on the door next time, I will knock you out."

The dark purple figure paused slightly, Sha Sang sneered nonchalantly, and went straight to Lu Ming and sat down.He glanced at the mess on the table, and asked with great interest: "What are you doing today? You are so angry in the early morning, and you did all of this?"

Lu Ming's expression was indifferent, and he obviously didn't want to talk to him: "I accidentally bumped into it when I opened the window."

Sha Sang raised the dog's nose and sniffed desperately, then sighed comfortably: "I've always wanted to ask you, I always think I've smelled your fragrance somewhere before."

Lu Ming picked up the incense burner that had fallen on the table, took the exquisitely crafted tweezers beside him, and carefully fiddled with the unburned incense sticks in the burner. He said in a deep voice, "Is there something you want to see me for?"

"It's nothing serious." Sha Sang picked up the teapot on the table with ease, and poured himself a cup: "I heard from Mu Yao that you brought Jiang Qichen back? What about the others?"

Lu Ming's expression was light, as if he didn't care, he said: "Zaiqi stays late."

"What about the life talisman? Have you got it?"

Lu Ming put down the tweezers in his hand, and grabbed the incense ash scattered all over the table to one place with his bare hands. There was no wave on his face: "Never."

Sha Sang raised his eyebrows slightly, staring at Lu Ming with squinting eyes, as if he was judging the authenticity of his words.The two were silent for a long time, and Sha Sang was the first to lose.In the past five years, Lu Ming's kung fu of not showing off the mountains and not revealing the water has become more and more advanced.

His gaze shifted and finally landed on the silver chain on Lu Ming's left wrist. Sha Sang clicked his tongue: "Isn't what you're wearing... the tassel from Jiang Qichen's sword?"

Lu Ming was holding Xiang Hui's hand for a while, and he put his hand down silently, covering his wrist with a wide sleeve robe, raised his eyes and met Sha Sang's scrutinizing gaze, and generously admitted: "Well, what's the matter?"

Lu Ming's eyes were open and unwavering, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. Sha Sang felt a little embarrassed, so he teased: "Don't you still have old feelings for him?"

"What's with you?"

Neither admitting nor denying, Sha Sang choked on the cold words and had no power to fight back.

Sha Sang looked gloomy. He flicked his sleeves and said coldly, "Don't forget, who are you working for now."

"I don't need you to remind me who I do things for." Lu Ming looked at Sha Sang coldly: "It's you, I remember that you seemed to say that you would tie Jiang Qichen to my bed back then. What you haven't done now, I will do." It's done. Just like the grace of the lord, when you tried everything possible to lure me into the group, you ended up shooting yourself in the foot. The lord didn't think of your merits, but favored me more. Shasang, you Very angry."

"Lu Ming, you!"

Sha Sang was poked at the sore spot by Lu Ming's few words, and he slapped the table hard, shaking the incense ashes that Lu Ming had just grabbed.

Dust and smoke were everywhere, Lu Ming frowned lightly, hid back in disgust, and waved lightly.

"Don't be so annoyed, I will speak a few words for you in front of the Lord. After all, without you back then, I wouldn't be where I am today." Lu Ming said nonchalantly, "Oh, that's right. It's been five years, you Still haven't gotten used to my new name. I'm Mu Feng now, or you can call me Third Young Master like them, I can still bear it."

Sha Sang stared at Lu Ming fiercely, his eyes seemed to want to swallow Lu Ming alive.But everyone knew that Xuanfeng was standing behind Lu Ming. He couldn't beat or scold him, he could only bear it.

"Knock, knock, knock—" hurried footsteps accompanied the knock on the door: "Third Young Master, Third Young Master!"

Lu Ming's face turned cold, and he said in a low voice, "Didn't you see that I have something to do?"

Sha Sang let out a heavy snort, he shook the purple robe behind him, and angrily pushed the door away.

Seeing Sha Sang walking away with frowning eyebrows, a servant in gray shirt knew that the third young master had quarreled with him again, so he was a little frightened and dared not go forward.

"Running here in a hurry, did you just stand in a daze at the door?"

Lu Ming said coldly, he recognized at a glance that this was the servant who was caught by Xi Chiju last night.

"Third young master," the man in the gray shirt bravely entered the house, and it was snowing heavily outside but he was sweating all over his face: "Third young master, that Jiang Pavilion master..."

Lu Ming clenched his palms tightly, and whenever he thought of Jiang Qichen, he would feel upset for a while: "Didn't I tell you to leave him alone?"

"Third young master, with your order, I sent all the servants of Qi Chiju. But every day at this time, the maid who specializes in washing clothes will go to Qi Chiju to collect the dirty clothes. I forgot Tell her not to go. Who would have thought that as soon as she entered the door..."

Lu Ming sullenly said, "So what?"

"As soon as she entered the door, she saw Pavilion Master Jiang lying on the ground covered in blood. The fire in the room had been burned out. I don't know how long he had been lying on the ground. His whole body was icy cold. Judging by the situation, he might be Not so good..."

Lu Ming's heart shrank fiercely, and he trembled uncontrollably. He stared at the servant, feeling an inexplicable panic from the bottom of his heart. He reached out and grabbed the servant's collar to lift him up. Stepping forward, he gritted his teeth and said, "What's not good?"

"It's just... I'm afraid I won't survive... With your order in front, no one dares to touch him, but this is the Pavilion Master of the Wishing Pavilion after all, if he dies in Prince Mu's Mansion, what should I do... "

Lu Ming got off the couch and felt his legs go weak after taking two steps. He staggered and pushed away the servants who wanted to help him.

"Third young master! Oh, what are you doing here!"

Lu Ming rushed out of the door without even wearing a fox fur. The gust of wind passed through his body like a knife with snowflakes. Kaijie said: "I'll go to see if he's dead, I just want to see if he's dead."

If he died...if he died...what if he died?

Lu Ming felt that he couldn't figure it out. In the days of being with Han Bing that year, he had imagined countless times, if he could still stand up, how he would kill Jiang Qichen with his own hands.

He should hate him, he wanted to kill him.

The overwhelming pain almost overwhelmed Lu Ming, the strong wind failed to break his back, but it scoured his already riddled heart, leaving only Jiang Qichen.

His stab didn't go deep...Jiang Qichen has strong internal strength, but how could it be bad if he lost a little blood?

He has internal strength to protect his body, even if there is no fire, he will not catch cold... How can he be so cold that he is about to die?

No, Jiang Qichen suffered from a leg problem...

He had a leg problem, his internal strength was blocked, and he couldn't use it at all...

The door of Qi Chiju was wide open, and the cold wind whimpered through the hall from all sides.

Lu Ming vigorously pushed away the two servants blocking the door. When he saw the person lying on the ground clearly, his heart almost stopped beating.

The author has something to say:

Mother: Lulu, stabbing your husband to relieve anger?

Lulu: It was very cool at that time!

Mother: What happened next? !

Lulu: Later, I understood a sentence - torturing your husband is a moment of pleasure, chasing your husband to the crematorium...