with son

When Jiang Yuxing hurried to Lin's mansion, Lin Ziyan was no longer in the mansion.

The boy said that his son had gone out, but he didn't say where he was going.

Jiang Yuxing became more and more uneasy, "He went out alone?!"

The boy nodded.

Jiangyuxing: "Where did you go?!"

The boy pointed to the intersection on the right.

But after walking along that street for a short time, there was a fork in the road.Standing at the fork in the road, Jiang Yuxing suddenly thought of the strange fortune teller he met in the Zuixian Building today.

Is it...

Jiangyu lined up and ran to Zuixianlou.The street was bustling with people, he ran too fast and bumped into a strong man who was oncoming him unexpectedly.

"Oh, don't you have long eyes?!" The strong man staggered when he was hit, and was about to scold someone, but when he looked again, he said in surprise, "Young Master Jiang?"

Jiang Yuxing looked up, and saw that Wang Fugui, a pork seller in the east of the city, was carrying a basket of meat, which probably weighed dozens of catties.

"Young Master Jiang," the business at home is not good these days, Wang Fugui wanted to sell pork when he saw someone, so he said very enthusiastically, "Does the family want meat? Today..."

There was no time to talk to him when he was traveling in Jiangyu, and he was about to leave. Wang Fugui said unyieldingly: "Mr. Jiang, my meat is delicious. If you don't believe me, just ask Mr. Lin, he just asked me to give this basket to you." How about going to the Lin Mansion..."

"What did you say?!" Jiang Yuxing grabbed Wang Fugui's collar, "Did you see Lin Ziyan?!"

Wang Fugui was taken aback by Jiangyu Xing, "Yes... yes."

Jiang Yuxing asked anxiously, "Where is it?"

Wang Fugui said in a daze, "The gate of the city..."

Just now, he was carrying this basket of unsalable meat and was wandering in the street. As he was shaking, he saw Lin Ziyan hurriedly walking towards the gate of the city.He quickly chased after him, boasting endlessly to Lin Ziyan about his pork, as if he would not give up if he couldn't sell it.

Lin Ziyan was in a hurry to go to Sanliting, so he agreed casually and asked him to send the meat to Lin's residence.

So, he cheerfully carried the meat on his back and walked to Lin's mansion.Walking and walking, he was hungry again, so he ate a bowl of noodles on the street.

Then, before he could take a few steps after eating and drinking, he bumped into Jiangyuhang.

In Wang Fugui's words, the trip to Jiangyu at this time was as anxious as losing hundreds of pigs.

"He's out of town?!"

Wang Fugui nodded and said: "That's right..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Yuxing stepping over a horse tied to the front door of the inn, flicking the rein, and galloping away.

The waiter from the shop chased him out and shouted, "Come quickly! You have stolen the horse!"

Wang Fugui: "..."

Jiangyuxing ran all the way, leaving the city gate and heading north.

Twilight is getting late, and there are very few people on the official road.

Chasing after Jiangyu to Sanli Pavilion, I saw the fire in the pavilion boiling tea, "gulu gulu" steaming.

Was there someone here just now?

Suspicious in his heart, he got off his horse and walked into the pavilion, but suddenly heard the wind rushing towards him.

Jiang Yuxing turned around to dodge, but heard a crisp sound, the gravel hit the teapot, and the tea splashed all over the floor.

Then, there seemed to be a dark fragrance rushing towards him.

Jiang Yuxing felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly raised his hand to cover his nose and mouth, but it was already too late.

His head suddenly became dizzy, his limbs were weak, and he was leaning against the stone table, almost unable to stand.

"It turned out to be you." A carriage slowly came out from the bamboo forest behind the pavilion. Ji Wuzhuo raised the curtain of the carriage and glanced at Jiang Yuxing, "I still think I'm from the Lin family."

"Let's go to Jiangyu!" Lin Ziyan jumped out of the carriage in a hurry and ran over.

Ji Wuzhuo didn't stop him, and got out of the car after him.

"Jiangyu trip," Lin Ziyan supported him, anxiously said, "Are you alright?"

Jiang Yuxing shook his heavy head, grabbed Lin Ziyan, and murmured: "Go quickly..."

"It's time to go," Ji Wuzhuo also walked over, looked at Jiang Yuxing and said leisurely, "But the old man seems to owe you a fortune..."

He suddenly stepped on Jiang Yuxing's wound.

"Hmm..." Jiang Yuxing groaned in pain, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

"What are you doing?!" Lin Ziyan hurriedly pushed Ji Wuzhu away and stood in front of Jiang Yuxing, "Don't hurt him!"

Ji Wuzhuo's eyes were slightly cold, "The old man can't figure out when that pig died, but you, I'm afraid you won't survive today."

"Really?" Jiang Yuxing pinched his palms with his fingertips, maintaining a trace of clarity, and said disdainfully, "Only you, are you worthy of my son's life?"

Ji Wuzhuo sneered and raised his right hand, "Then let's try it?"

With a movement of his palm, Lin Ziyan suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist and pressed it against his neck.

"I owe him a life," Lin Ziyan looked straight at Ji Wuzhuo with the cold tip of the knife against his flesh, his voice trembling, but there was no timidity in his eyes, "If you don't want me to die, then don't hurt him."

"Lin Ziyan, what are you doing?!" Jiang Yuxing raised his hand to grab the knife, but he didn't have any strength in his body. He fell to the ground in a whirl, and only grabbed Lin Ziyan's clothes, "Put it down..."

Ji Wuzhuo looked at Lin Ziyan without saying a word, his expression became colder, as if through Lin Ziyan, he saw another person who made him furious.

After a long time, he flicked his sleeves and turned around angrily, "Get in the car!"

The sound of horseshoes sounded, not far away, the coachman lifted the curtain for Ji Wuzhuo, and then looked at Lin Ziyan silently.

As it got late, the north wind blew on Lin Ziyan's face with a chill.He slowly lowered the dagger, and before he knew it, his palms were already covered with sweat.

"Brother Jiang," he closed his eyes, and said softly, "Please, just tell my father, just say... I'm going out to study, so don't let him worry."

Behind him, Jiangyu Xing did not move.

Lin Ziyan thought he had passed out, but when he looked back, he saw Jiang Yuxing was holding on to the hem of his clothes, his clenched teeth were full of blood.

"Jiangyu trip!"

"Don't go..." Jiang Yuxing's head sank heavily, and the hem of his clothes in front of him gradually blurred. He could only bite his lips and tongue to wake himself up from the pain, "Lin Ziyan..."

Lin Ziyan's heart throbbed and his eyes were sour, "I..."

The chariots and horses outside the pavilion neighed, anxious and irritable.Lin Ziyan turned around and saw Ji Wuzhuo sitting in the car with half of his face hidden behind the curtain, silent, but it frightened him for no reason.

"Brother Jiang," Lin Ziyan tightened the dagger in his hand, and said almost silently, "Farewell..."

He lifted his foot, but he couldn't move, Jiang Yuxing tightly held the hem of his snow-white clothes in his hands.

"Don't go..."

For some reason, Lin Ziyan's eyes turned red.

He smiled, but warm tears slid down his cheeks and fell on the back of Jiang Yuxing's hands.

He said, don't keep tearing my clothes.

With a sound of "stab", the blade cut through the robe, Jiang Yuxing grabbed half of the rag, and his heart suddenly emptied.

Lin Ziyan walked slowly towards the carriage, remembering the first time he met Jiang Yuxing, the snow covered the mountains and the chill was piercing, the man stepped on the snow, took off his cloak, and put it on him...

"Lin Ziyan, stop!"

He suddenly heard Jiang Yuxing shouting, his voice was hoarse, like blood.

"If you dare to take another step, I will break your leg!"