beg for chivalry

At midnight, the night is as cool as water.The windows are filled with cool moonlight, and the curtains are slightly rippling, revealing a bit of spring light.The hot and anxious feeling had gradually receded, and Wang Xiaoyuan lay in the thin quilt, feeling dazzled as if he had a big dream.

In front of his eyes, there were snow spots and stars spinning around, Wang Xiaoyuan calmed down, and suddenly realized that he was holding someone in his arms.Jin Wu's eyes were tightly closed, his cheeks were as pale as snow, his breath was as weak as gossamer, and his clothes were messed up with sweat.He was stunned for a moment, but when he pulled out, he saw a mess between Jinwu's legs, which was indescribably voluptuous.

After the herbal nature of Changchang faded away, Wang Xiaoyuan's mind cleared up a little, and suddenly his face turned pale with shock: What did he do last night?

I do remember, how he and his young master get along with each other, and every time the skin touches each other, it is rare to remember clearly.But thinking about it now, he felt absurd, he seemed to have done things with Jinwu naturally, as if he was greedy for this person from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't justify it in his heart.

Wang Xiaoyuan stared blankly at Jinwu's face, he had hated this vicious master before last night, but now he felt a little pain in his heart.It seemed as if there was a chasm across my heart, blowing a depressing cold wind.

The courtyard is quiet and dead, and the moonlight flows peacefully.Wang Xiaoyuan straightened his clothes, slipped out of the gate, and searched around carefully, there was no trace of assassins lurking on the eaves.He hurried to the bathroom to add firewood for the fire, fetched a big cypress bucket filled with hot water, and moved it back into the room.Jin Wu hadn't woken up yet, and fell into a drowsy sleep. Wang Xiaoyuan hesitated for a while, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder:

"Master, let me help you wash your body..."

Jin Wu still didn't move, and there seemed to be a tired look on his brows and eyes.Wang Xiaoyuan thought helplessly, this person usually slept like a dead pig, and he couldn't wake up even when he knocked on the door, so he had to help him up from the bed, trying to put him into the bathtub.

But as soon as he loosened the skirt, he was really shocked.Jinwu's body was wrapped in layers of cotton gauze, as if there were unhealed wounds everywhere.The places where the wounds were not pierced were full of scars and sores, which were frighteningly ferocious. Just hugging this person for a moment, the sleeves were stained with light red blood. If it weren't for the golden crow's nose flapping slightly, this person would have been tortured a thousand times. A dead piece of meat.

Wang Xiaoyuan was so frightened that he didn't dare to put him in the hot water, so he just dipped a cloth handkerchief in water and wiped his body lightly. When he wiped his legs, he paused for a moment in shame, but still cleaned it up carefully.After wiping his young master from the inside to the outside and pouring the water away, he returned to the room panting, staring at Jinwu helplessly.

What should we do next?When he arrived in Tianfu, he met a person who pretended to be his young master. Sanniang was nowhere to be seen, but Jinwu lay here covered in bruises.Everything is very strange, and he is still in the fog until now.

While thinking hard, there was a rustling sound on the bed.Wang Xiaoyuan looked up in shock, but he bumped into Jinwu and opened his eyes.

It was as if a big bell was ringing on the top of Zheng's head, humming and trembling.Wang Xiaoyuan couldn't help showing a blush on his cheeky face, and hurriedly said: "Master...how are you? Are you okay?"

Jin Wu's eyes only opened a small gap, and then drooped listlessly, his lips moved, and he made a few weak breath sounds.

Wang Xiaoyuan rushed forward to listen, but there was no reply for a while, but when he turned his head, he saw a bloodstain dripping from the corner of his mouth, he coughed softly, and there were many blood spots on the pillowcase, like bright red plum blossoms.

This was the second time Jin Wu vomited blood in front of him.Last time he vaguely felt that he was dazzled, but this time he really saw it clearly, and Wang Xiaoyuan was panicked and at a loss for a moment.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a medicine bowl on the cabinet, which still contained decoction, but it was already frozen, and it was sent by the assassin of the Ministry of Water.So he hurried to the East Kitchen to heat up the fire, and then came back to feed the Golden Crow to drink.

He scooped up the medicinal soup with a spoon, pressed it against the Golden Crow's teeth, managed to force a little gap to pour it in, but the Golden Crow spat it out with a choking cough.The saliva was bloodshot, shocking.

After finally feeding a bowl of medicine, after a while the Golden Crow curled up in pain, shivering and shouting cold, his hands and feet were really cold when he touched it.Wang Xiaoyuan took out several thick and thin quilts from the cabinet and covered them all up, but it still didn't work.

Helpless, Wang Xiaoyuan had no choice but to get under the quilt and hug him to warm him up for a while.The Golden Crow flustered, trembling all the time, moaning indistinctly, as if disturbed by a nightmare.Sometimes struggling and trembling in Wang Xiaoyuan's arms, sometimes talking nonsense, panting like drowning.Wang Xiaoyuan was tired and tired, often slipping into the edge of a dream and then being tossed back by this restless master, so he could only take a nap while comforting Jinwu.

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoyuan was awakened by a loud noise.The crescent moon was to the west, and the room was dimly lit. The Golden Crow was lying in his arms, but the green pupils were shining brightly, staring straight at him.

"Master..."

At this time, Wang Xiaoyuan only felt embarrassed, the two of them were sleeping in their clothes, arms and legs intertwined and hugging each other tightly, even husband and wife had never been so intimate.

Jinwu said hoarsely, "...Wang Xiaoyuan."

"Well, here I am."

First there was a long silence, Jinwu's eyelashes trembled for a while, and he said softly as if dreaming: "I... haven't told you yet..."

He seemed to have a hard time uttering the words, "...I wasn't... not going to live long."

Wang Xiaoyuan froze, Jinwu seemed to have never told him this kind of matter of life and death, this bluffing ghost used to be a lazy eater, and his mind seemed to be thinking about the next meal before finishing the last meal.Jin Wu's gaze drifted towards him slowly, as if looking at the distant past through him.

Jinwu smiled weakly, "It's not poisonous, I didn't live long...you don't remember, didn't my mother give you a red string of copper coins for Chinese New Year when I was young? It was... from my lucky money Separated."

"When I was young, my mother asked an old fortune-teller to tell me a fortune... She said that I would not survive the weak year. So I often asked them to give me two strings of money in the first month, and it was considered to make up for the future... You After coming here, I will give you a bunch of money... the same goes for the hanging money on your birthday."

He didn't have the energy to say more.The passer-by in Hatz is an extremely yin body, and he has half of the blood.Their ancestors were wolves in the wilderness, fiercer and braver than anyone else, but they were also extremely vulnerable to withering and breaking.Hui Lanwu also murmured about the past for him. She was already considered a long-lived person among the Mughals, and most of the cavalry had only young children in their early ten years.One day, she will also be swallowed by this cold blood and fall into the purgatory of torment.

Wang Xiaoyuan just listened silently before, and suddenly said for no reason: "Your birthday...is on the winter solstice."

There seemed to be a calm but clear sadness trickling in his heart. He wanted to trace the trace, but he was at a loss as if he was in a barren snowfield.Jin Wu closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, then smiled with difficulty: "...don't think about it."

In a trance, it seems that there are begonias blooming everywhere, and the sky is full of flowers and rain.In Wang Xiaoyuan's hazy memory, a few broken scenes like floating lights appeared.That may have been many years ago, he was in Jiading, climbing to the gray tile roof like a monkey.In the distance are green hills like a screen and the winding Yuxi River. Someone below calls his name one after another:

"Wang Xiaoyuan—Wang Xiaoyuan—"

"...Wang Xiaoyuan."

When he suddenly came back to his senses, he found that Jinwu was staring at him quietly, calling his name in a low voice.The faint moonlight seems to diffuse in the wind, hiding the sorrow in the bleak insects in a courtyard.

"Sometimes I'm thinking," Jin Wu said, "You will be Wang Xiaoyuan for the rest of your life, and I will be the Golden Crow for the rest of your life. How nice it would be."

The end of the story gradually weakened, like ripples gradually subsiding.

Pale fingertips fell from his hands and fell powerlessly on the quilt. Wang Xiaoyuan felt as if he had been hit by a huge boulder in his heart. There was a loud bang like the sky collapsing, but it fluttered like a wooden kite with a broken string, unable to land.Jin Wu suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes tightly, his knuckles turned white and bulged, his body curled up in cold sweat, and then trembled like a boat in a strong wind and waves.

This time may be the most painful time, the fire and lightning burst from the body instantly, and the heart-piercing pain spread all over the limbs and bones.Jin Wu wanted to struggle, but even his hands and feet seemed to be chopped into fine pieces, fragmented, the pain gained and lost the strength to cry out.Extreme cold emerged from the burning room, green and yellow ghosts swarmed in, their sharp teeth tore apart the flesh, and pulled out the liver and intestines.

The voice in his ears seemed to be blurred, "...Young master...Young master!" Wang Xiaoyuan held him who was struggling, and said anxiously, "What's the matter now? Is it very painful? I'll get you the medicine dregs from the back kitchen to boil water for you. , or find a doctor..."

The Golden Crow was in so much pain that he wanted to find a sharp place to bump his head to death.Seeing Wang Xiaoyuan, I couldn't help feeling a little bit of fear in the torment.He couldn't die in front of Wang Xiaoyuan, even if it was a thousand cuts, he had to endure the pain.

"I..." Jin Wu tremblingly spat out these words as if he had exhausted all his strength, "It's nothing..." His chest was heaving withered and weak, and his mouth was filled with a strong smell of iron, " It's going to be like this every night."

In an instant, it seemed as if all five bones and bones were dissociated. Someone first disemboweled him, then reached into his body with an iron pestle, and violently stirred it.It can be said that you can't live, you can't die.Wang Xiaoyuan's gaze was even more burning like a sharp sword, he fled in panic, but he couldn't restrain his trembling and groaning under the pain.

Wang Xiaoyuan hugged him, but he was flustered and didn't know what to do.He knew that Jinwu was in pain to the marrow, and this inhuman pain seemed to have been covered up for two years.In a daze, there was a bone-chilling chill again, and his heart was throbbing. For some reason, he always felt that he should bear the pain.

Jin Wu's sobs became more and more serious, and the tears flowed down his cheeks like broken threads.Wang Xiaoyuan originally wanted to stroke his back to relieve the pain, but when he caught sight of the knife wound across his back, he didn't dare to do it. He clumsily comforted his young master in a soft voice, holding the golden crow and waiting anxiously for the severe pain to fade away.

I don't know how long it has passed, the moon is thin and the stars are sparse, only the slight rustling of bamboo branches in the courtyard can be heard.Jinwu panted slightly and lay in Wang Xiaoyuan's arms, his eyes were sluggish.Wang Xiaoyuan hugged him who was skinny and frail, and felt frightened, fearing that he would lose his breath in the next moment.

"...Wang Xiaoyuan..." Suddenly there was an unexplained murmur in his ear.

"Ok?"

Wang Xiaoyuan looked down at his young master, only to see that his face was pale, he seemed to be on the verge of death, lying here as if he had lost his soul.

Jin Wu asked: "Do you... hate me?"

Wang Xiaoyuan nodded subconsciously, but shook his head immediately.In the past, he always felt that he hated this master, but this complicated feeling seemed to be different day by day.Sometimes a little thorn-like sadness will be born, and it will fall into the crack in my heart.

But before he could shake his head, a pale hand pressed against his cheek, stopping his movement.

There seemed to be a gleam of light in the golden crow's shadowy eyes, like the clouds disappearing after the rain, and the sun is shining.

Seeing Wang Xiaoyuan nodding, he smiled palely.This smile is different from the tyrannical sarcasm of the past, as if he has been satisfied and got his wish.It seemed to be a sigh, but it also seemed to be relieved.

Jin Wu lowered his hands, closed his eyes, and murmured.

"It's fine to hate me..."