I broke my sleeves with the son

true and false broken sleeves

The two were playing games with each other in the dark, but they didn't know that their target was already packing up and planning to leave.

Jiang Luoqing packed his bags by himself, sat on a chair and looked out the window. He had lived in this place for a while, and was about to leave just now.

Jiang Luoqing was wondering if he should go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion to take a look before he left. In fact, he didn't know where to go. Before, he and Qi Jiao decided to go all the way with Qi Jiao, but now he calmed down and didn't know himself. What should I do.

The sect doesn't want to go back, and it will be reported to go back to the prime minister's mansion after going back, which is no different from whether he has returned to the prime minister's mansion in the end.

But if he doesn't return to the sect, where should he go?

Jiang Luoqing felt a sense of at a loss in his heart. He thought about it, but he couldn't figure out the meaning of what he was doing now. The internal force in his body surged unknowingly, and the internal force collided with each other imperceptibly. Jiang Luoqing suddenly covered his chest and let out a breath.

The surging blood in his throat was blocked by him, but in a short while, he leaned on the chair and bent over and began to cough non-stop.

Before he had time to get the handkerchief, he covered his mouth with his sleeve, and when he finally calmed down, he sat upright and took a look at the sleeve, only to see that it was covered with bright red blood.

Jiang Luoqing wiped her mouth casually, put the blood-stained robe into the changed clothes aside, and was taken off when the time came.

Disturbance of internal energy is not common for Jiang Luoqing, but it is not without it, so he behaved very calmly.

After a while, Daimu came up to take down the dirty clothes. Qingzhen was weaker, so she fell asleep without resisting at noon.

After these two days of Jiang Luoqing's exercise, Daimu's body has improved a lot, but her spirit is still not very good, so she took off her clothes and put them in the washing room before leaving in a hurry.

Jiang Luoqing got up early the next day, with a sword in hand, a backpack, and a neat black robe, and went out of the yard.

It's hard for him to attract people's attention with his attire, Qing Zhen and Dai Mu looked at each other in blank dismay, they didn't dare to make a big deal, so they followed out of the courtyard, and said behind this distinguished guest: "My lord, what are you going to do here?"

Jiang Luoqing turned around and said, "I'm leaving, you guys report to the steward, and you don't have to serve me in the future."

Hearing this, Daimu looked at Qingji, both of them knew that this matter should not be delayed, so they didn't say much, and after saying "yes", they left in a hurry, and went to report to the supervisor about the young master's departure.

Seeing the two of them leaving, Jiang Luoqing turned around and left the house, waiting for Qi Jiao at the side door.

When he went out, he saw a few carriages and a few tall horses parked by the side door. There were two or three people waiting beside them. Jiang Luoqing knew them all. These were the young people in Qi Jiao's team. .

Those people knew Jiang Luoqing, and they knew that his kung fu was very good all the way, so they nodded to him when they saw him, and said, "Morning, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Luoqing nodded to them and said, "You too, good morning."

He glanced at the group of carriages and horses, and asked, "When are you going to leave?"

Although the two young bodyguards didn't know why he asked this question, they still answered truthfully, "There are still things missing, and we will start when we are all ready."

Jiang Luoqing nodded, leaned against the wall beside her with her eyes closed, and waited for the team to pack up their things.

After a while, there were footsteps approaching, not just one person.

Jiang Luoqing opened his eyes and looked over, and saw a few middle-aged men with bright eyes following behind Qi Jiao, who nodded from time to time, as if they were discussing matters.

Qi Jiao sensed that someone was looking at it, and turned her head to meet Jiang Luoqing's gaze. She froze for a moment, then her indifferent face softened, and she hurriedly explained a few words before walking towards Jiang Luoqing.

There was joy in her eyes that she didn't know, and she couldn't hold back her hand and patted Jiang Luoqing's shoulder so happy.

Even though Jiang Luoqing could hide, it's not good to drive too much. He stood there and asked Qi Jiao to pat him twice before he said, "Are you ready?"

Qi Jiao nodded and said, "Okay."

She glanced at Jiang Luoqing's attire, smiled lightly and said, "The place we stay is in the west, where the climate is humid and there are many insects and ants. Can you adapt?"

Jiang Luoqing glanced at the young bodyguards who were eavesdropping with their ears pricked up, and then smiled embarrassedly. Looking at these young bodyguards, he suddenly remembered that when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he first appeared. Jiang Hu looks much better.

He curled his lips and said, "Just go and get used to it. If I can't get used to it, I can go to another place. I'm still young, so I won't stay there forever."

As soon as he said this, the smile on Qi Jiao's face faded immediately, and she said: "That's right, even if you are old, you people in the world still have to travel far and wide."

Jiang Luoqing didn't try to argue that he thought differently from those people, but just smiled. There's no need to say such things.He and Qi Jiao have only been together for a short time, so there is really no need to say so much.

His smile was the default in Qi Jiao's eyes.

Qi Jiao stood in front of Jiang Luoqing for a long time, and when Jiang Luoqing was wondering if she had anything to say, she heard a soft laugh, Qi Jiao smiled at his puzzled look, and said something inexplicably , "That's right." Then he left to discuss things with a few other veteran bodyguards.

"The owner has taken a fancy to that young hero?" Mo Lao stroked his beard, leaned next to Ping Sheng, and watched Jiang Luoqing intentionally or unintentionally.

Bingsheng stopped tidying up his things, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Mo, you are afraid that your old eyesight is dim! Why did the owner fall in love with that strange man who has been wearing a mask all the time?!"

Mr. Mo is not very easy-going, and he doesn't mind him saying that about himself. He just smiled and squinted his eyes and said, "But didn't this young man take off his mask before? I saw his appearance, and he is indeed worthy of my owner. .”

He was even angrier when he heard the words in his life, and almost gritted his teeth. He played with the owner since he was a child, and later practiced martial arts and literature together. He participated in the owner's life. He inevitably I have some thoughts about the owner of the villa, but this thought has been hidden and no one knows.

He thought that by waiting like this, the owner of the villa would always know what he was thinking, and that the two would finally get married, but he didn't expect that someone would intervene at this time.

He said in a muffled voice: "This person is probably a man with a lot of gold and jade, but Mo Lao, you can't even look at people. Why don't you know that you have to look for someone around you, and find someone who knows the truth?"

For example, he himself, who grew up with the owner of the villa, can be said to be very knowledgeable.

It's a pity that Mo Lao didn't know what he meant, so he said after hearing the words: "But this young man is very good at martial arts, he seems to be on par with me, so why did he lose out? This is the best of the best."

Pingan stopped what he was doing, held back for a while, and said quietly: "...You only praise these outsiders for your feelings."

Mo Lao didn't answer, Ping An somehow suddenly remembered what Jiang Shaoxia and that big man had done in the past, and said quickly: "This Jiang Shaoxia is indeed good, but Mo Lao, have you ever thought that if he is What about the broken sleeve?"

As soon as he said this, Mo Lao, who had been muttering before, stopped talking for a moment, and asked Jiang Shaoxia to look at him with a suspicious look on his face. After several glances, he didn't see anything.

But he didn't know what was going on, he felt that this young hero seemed to have lost his sleeve, and the more he looked at him, the more he looked like him.

Jiang Luoqing didn't know that someone in the distance was quietly arranging non-existent things, and he was dealing with the steward of the mansion right now.

The steward was full of sadness, and said with cold sweat on his forehead: "My lord, can you wait two days before leaving? Is it okay to wait for my master to come back? Otherwise, you just leave. I can't explain it when the master comes back!"

It's not that it's not easy to explain, but that the explanation is inappropriate. It is estimated that this position of management can be replaced by someone else.

Thinking of this, the steward became even more sad, he said: "The master specifically asked me to take good care of you, if he comes back and finds out that you left in a hurry, this, this... alas!"

Neither Jiang Luoqing nor the person in charge regarded this as a big deal, so after he said that there was a letter he left for Qin Ziyi in the room, the person in charge asked someone to pack some changes of clothes and dry food, and stuffed a lot more Only after receiving the gold and silver tickets did they let him go.

Jiang Luoqing blushed slightly and took the burden, then hid in the corner, feeling like a bribed master right now.

It was obvious that he should refuse, but he couldn't refuse. In order to make those people feel at ease, he could only accept these things.

Jiang Luoqing put the back of his hand on his face, and felt a slightly hot feeling as expected. He let out a breath, closed his eyes, and silently recited the Mantra of Purifying Heart. After several times of silent recitation, he calmed down, and the heat on his face also dropped. up.

He silently circulated his internal energy, and half of the internal energy has returned. Although it is not as easy as all the internal energy, he feels that he is also full of strength at the moment. At least he does not need to borrow skills to fight like before. Won.

He stood beside the convoy, and after a while, Qi Jiao came over boldly and said to Jiang Luoqing, "Do you want to ride a horse or a carriage?"

There are not many horses that can be ridden, only three scattered ones, and the rest are cart horses.

Jiang Luoqing glanced at the people around him. The old Mo who seemed to have an unusual position was standing beside a horse and talking to others, which obviously meant that the horse had been chosen by him.

And Qi Jiao must have a horse herself, so there will only be a group of horses left.

Jiang Luoqing looked through the mask, and asked a young man to hold the rein tightly and look at him with a frown, as if preventing him from snatching the horse.

He laughed, and only asked Qi Jiao: "What's in the carriage?"

Qi Jiao didn't shy away from him, she said when he asked, "Some dry food, clothing and food on the way." And gold and silver.

Jiang Luoqing naturally knew that it was impossible for these carriages to contain only these things, so he said, "Then can I sit in the carriage?"

Qi Jiao just said: "Of course."