The whole world thinks I'm a nephew

For Lin Jingyun, this love affair was like a punishment. The pain of losing the drug was quickly dissipated by the rampant penetration. Even his clothes were stained with blood.

In his hands, Lin Jingyun's body was like a dead leaf falling down, which would be scattered by the wind.

A few times he couldn't stand the pain, he struggled to get rid of Shen Zhuo's shackles and crawled forward, but Shen Zhuo pinned him down, grabbed his hair and forced him to watch his movements, and said with a sneer, "Brother, why don't you?" Are you in such a hurry to leave? Is this how you serve your benefactor?"

Hearing this, Lin Jingyun's remaining rationality was completely broken. He really listened to his words, trembling all over and no longer struggling, his eyes tightly closed, as if in compromise, but also in complete despair.

Shen Zhuo numbly let go when the person was completely unconscious. He watched Lin Jingyun limply in his arms, his fair neck was covered with tooth marks from being bitten by himself, and his legs and body were all messed up. , with almost no intact skin.

Looking at the unconscious person, he felt pain like a bug bite in his heart, but there was an indescribable sense of satisfaction hidden under the pain.

—— Calculate the time, it will probably be here soon.

Shen Zhuo hugged him to the bed without saying a word, and sat beside him silently.

brother, brother.

They don't want you anymore.

You are finally mine alone.

There was no moonlight that night, and dark clouds rolled over the top of the head, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Lin Jingqiu held his sword and cut down the Imperial Forest Army who was rushing towards him, but he couldn't prevent four or five people from besieging him at the same time, a sword flashed by, and was stabbed obliquely into the waist by the people behind him.

"Uh--"

He was covered in wounds, warm blood dripped down from his forehead, Lin Jingqiu held his sword and panted heavily on the spot, the people around were afraid of his skill, they just stood there hesitating, but no one dared close to him.

From the corner of Lin Jingqiu's eyes, he involuntarily glanced at the person he was desperately protecting.

Su Jueyi was dressed in a black robe, standing outside the riot, he met his gaze, with a bright smile in his eyes.

Lin Jingqiu only felt that an illusion appeared in front of him not far from death, and at this moment, his heart seemed to be pinched together.

"For the last time, let me do it."

Su Jueyi walked towards him with a sword in his hand, and all the people present stepped back to make way for him when they saw him.

Lin Jingqiu's face was pale, his blood-stained hair stuck to his face, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"you--"

Su Jueyi bent down slightly, and caressed his face with his hand compassionately, just like when they were in love in the past; Su Jueyi smiled slightly, and whispered in Lin Jingqiu's ear: "Jingqiu , you did a great job and didn't disappoint me."

Lin Jingqiu held his bleeding abdomen and opened his mouth, but only a blood stain flowed from the corner of his lips.

Su Jueyi withdrew his hand, raised the sword with his right hand and pressed it against Lin Jingqiu's neck, exerting a little force, a little blood oozed out.

He said condescendingly: "Jingqiu, you are very beautiful now, and you can arouse my desire. Unfortunately, I don't have time to appreciate it anymore. In the future, I will erect a monument for you, so that you will not be so lonely when you walk."

He paused, and said softly, "See you in the next life."

With the knife in his hand, blood splashed all over Su Jueyi's body. ...Under the imperial decree, Shen Gucheng and Su Jueyi have made meritorious service in suppressing the rebellion, and they are promoted to rank.

From that day on, Shen Zhuo stopped Lin Jingyun's drug ointment, and no longer sent doctors to treat him.Zhong Tinghe had just bid farewell to him two days ago, and Shen Zhuo rewarded him with a hundred taels of gold without raising his head, and sent him back to his hometown for retirement, which was considered as the most benevolent act.

The current Cuiwei Palace is like a narrow and flat tomb, no one is willing to go in, and no one can get out, no one has taken care of Lin Jingyun's injuries, he just hangs himself with ginseng soup every day.When Lu Qingyi asked, Shen Zhuo just said, "Let him fend for himself."

His long black hair had already turned gray, even if Lin Jingyun was awake, it was difficult for him to be conscious.

He had nightmares again.

In the dream, he was still young, playing hydrangea with Lin Jingqiu and Lin Jingzhe in the courtyard of Xiangfu.

His second aunt was about to marry to Xisha, and everyone in the prime minister's mansion was beaming, even his serious father rarely showed a smile.

He climbed to the second floor and waved at the eldest brother downstairs. When he looked down, he saw Lin Jingqiu who had been playing hydrangea with him lying in a pool of blood. Chen piled up into mountains——

In the next moment, all these bloody scenes turned into a blank.

Lin Jingyun was still wearing the beautiful theatrical gown from the Yunshui Peony Banquet that year, with Wei Ziyao and Huang embroidered on his wide cuffs, Lin Jingyun staggered upright, and babbled and sang Yao Ji.

"Blame me, let's live this spring. That side Dong Jun ordered plum blossoms, and this side Qing Emperor wanted Yao Huang—"

The dark red and old theater robe decayed just like him, and his shape was like a ghost. He sang engrossedly, and staggered under his feet and knocked down the hanger on which the costume was hanging. All of a sudden, the heavy cloth material and poles were all on his back.

"Uh--"

He groaned a few times, but he no longer had the strength to struggle to get up, and simply lay down on the ground and closed his eyes.

This is what Shen Zhuo saw when he came.

His footsteps faltered, and he immediately walked up to Lin Jingyun and squatted down, reaching out to lift off the cloth covering his head.

He lifted Lin Jingyun's chin, looked at his eyebrows, and smiled softly: "Brother, guess who I brought to see you?"

The chubby thing rolled in front of Lin Jingyun's eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, staring at Lin Jingyun firmly, as if he was dying.

For a moment, Lin Jingyun backed up a few steps with his elbows in horror, and the last light in his eyes "popped" to shatter.

Big Brother... Big Brother--

He is looking at me.

He is looking at me.

Is it... Do you blame me for not listening to my father and protecting him?

Lin Jingyun was at a loss, he wanted to reach out his hands to cover those eyes, but his hands finally froze in mid-air and did not move.

Holding Lin Jingqiu's head, he curled up together, muttering to himself incessantly, the peace mole on his forehead had faded, and a muddy tear slipped from the corner of his eye, which fell on his clothes after several tossings and turns. On the robe, it quickly disappeared.

Shen Zhuo looked down at him going crazy, but he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

After a long while, seeing that the people finally calmed down, he let out a breath of foul air, turned around and said to the accompanying eunuch, "Go back."

Layers of palace doors slowly closed behind him, also covering the last ray of light on Lin Jingyun's body.

Since then, his world has been dark.