dead in winter

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Ji Qianjue coughed for a while before he calmed down. Looking at Ji Ying in front of him, he never thought that he also came to surrender with a purpose. Look at this thought that can't be concealed

Ji Qianjue chuckled, and secretly sighed in her heart that idiots really have the uses that idiots should use...

It's really annoying, Ji Qianjue looks tired

yes, no choice

"Besides you, are there any other elders who are willing to serve me?" Ji Qianjue asked an insignificant question, looking casually at Ji Ying

"This...Ji Qing, Ji Lin and Elder Ji Xiao all have this intention, I don't know Your Highness..."

Ji Ying replied cautiously, he found that His Highness, who seemed weak and deceitful in the past, did not seem so easy to deal with now.

So he dealt with it more cautiously, sweat dripped from the palm of his hand, and he wiped it on his clothes calmly

"Oh?" Ji Qianjue turned his face with interest, a handsome face even in middle age does not hinder his beauty, against a pool of spring water, it is as pure and moving as a newborn lotus

"I didn't know that so many elders loved me so much"

A drop of sweat dripped from Ji Ying's forehead, and said flatteringly, "Yes, Your Highness, everyone is waiting for you."

Ji Qing is the Ninth Elder and has no real power. He usually belongs to the wall, so he can fall wherever he can.

However, the Fourth Elder, Ji Lin, is in charge of the Punishment Hall, and the Fifth Elder, Ji Xiao, is in charge of the Intelligence Hall. The downfall of these two heavyweight figures surprised Ji Qianjue. He didn't believe that these people came to surrender for the so-called idea of ​​restoring the country

Several generations have passed, and this kind of concept has long since ceased to exist. It seems that only Ji Yan is struggling to support the ambition of restoring the country, and the rest have long since given up.

If he has such benefits...for example, he can bring down Ji Yan...it's not impossible

It seems that he is regarded as the only hope to bring down Ji Yan

Ji Qianjue was thinking, looking at Ji Ying from time to time

Ji Yan holds a lot of power, and all major internal affairs need to be handed over to Ji Yan. If it weren't for this, the others would have gone out to set up their own houses, probably because they have been bullied for too long, so they feel resentful

But... Ji Qianjue chuckled lightly, her eyes sarcastic

Don't look at who gave the glory and wealth, the stupid and unknowing things...

Feeling that the gaze above her head was never broken, Ji Ying secretly groaned, and couldn't help but blame Ji Xiao, that old bastard, for throwing herself out to test the poison first...

"There is no need for suspects, and no doubts for employing people." Ji Qianjue stood up, "It's fine to surrender, but you don't have enough bargaining chips."

Ji Ying raised her head, sneered, and considered her words

"What is the bargaining chip His Highness is referring to?"

"Heh" Ji Qianjue chuckled, standing with the backlight, her brows covered by the shadows were indescribably ghostly

"You should know," he said a few words

Ji Ying's eyes widened, her expression was terrified, cold sweat dripped down, and she was defeated in an instant

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The sky was warming up, and Ming Fan pushed the door in. She changed into a pink dress again today. Her eyebrows look like water, and her black hair is like a waterfall. She is gentle and charming. Beautiful, sweet pear blossom fragrance from far and near

As the scent drifted closer, Wen Shu opened his eyes. Wherever he looked, there were dense spots. It took a while for his sight to return to normal. He was about to get up

Ming Fan sat up and held him down, skillfully pierced the golden needle into the acupuncture point, and gently rolled the golden needle with his green fingertips

"Sir, it's better not to get up"

Ming Fan let go of his hand, and took the crushed herb beside him, the green grass mud had a light smell, Wen Shu's eyebrows stretched, and the pain seemed to have eased a little

"Thank you" murmured

Ming Fan evenly smeared the medicinal paste on Wen Shu's arms, and Wen Shu's arms turned green after a while. After taking the bandages and wrapping them up, Ming Fan said:

"My lord, you don't have to thank me, it's just a matter of duty." Ming Fan looked calm

"Young master has a special constitution. The cut on this arm has never healed. That's why he got sick. It's also my fault."

Wen Shu didn't dare to move, let Ming Fan bandage up before saying tiredly

"Do not blame you"

In the past when he was captured by King Jing, he saw Ming Fan in the palace. At that time, Ming Fan was still the concubine of King Jing. He was dressed in a bright and charming palace attire, which contrasted profoundly with Wen Shu, who was all dark and had lifeless eyebrows. Although people don't have much contact with each other, Wen Shu knows

This woman wants to save him

Not for others, but for oneself, although this heart is precious, but...Wen Shu doesn't appreciate it

Seeing her again is in the other courtyard of Yanzhou. Presumably, Qu Hongqi's army entered the city, King Jing escaped, and the palace fell. Ming Fan is no longer needed as a spy. Wen Shu is very happy that she is Wen Shuojing's subordinate, because the delicate concubine No one was spared in that war, all died

It wasn't that Qu Hongqi was too cruel, but that King Jing's mother, Queen Jing, was cruel and ruthless. She couldn't see those concubines who were frightened and wanted to escape, so she ordered a cup of Jiu Jiu, or a piece of white silk...

Regardless of casualties, he blatantly seduced Qu Hongqi in full view

As a result, he was nailed to death by an arrow on the palace wall by the angry Dian Huai. The dirty blood stained the faded palace wall, and the meandering blood stained the earth was washed away by the subsequent rain. It's a pity for her

Of course this is her fate

Ming Fan must hate him, not only Ming Fan, but Wen Shuojing's subordinates are more or less secretly dissatisfied with him

but...so what

Wen Shu didn't want to explain too much, let's not mention that he didn't want to live at all, it was Wen Shuojing who forced him to stop him from going to the other side where flowers bloom and bones are everywhere...

Besides, when it comes to the fact that Wen Shuojing was ambushed and seriously injured, Wen Shu didn't want to explain it at all, no matter how delicate it was, Wen Shu didn't want to explain it at all.

The dense pain hits every part of the body like raindrops, this kind of pain is very familiar to Wen Shu, it is the Gu worms in the body who are dissatisfied and restless, longing for his blood to irrigate

But the blood is so easy to nourish, let alone the pain Wen Shu has to bear for a year, he has a special constitution, he is not easy to be injured, every time he is injured, heals very slowly, and the pain is multiplied, he doesn't care about it

You can still wait, wait for that person...

He lost his hearing for a moment, and then recovered, he heard Ming Fan's voice

"My lord, rest well, I..." Wen Shu forgot the voice that followed, and his eyes were in a trance for a moment

Wen Shu thought before he passed out, but he hadn't said sorry to Daoheng yet...

It was that dream again, the sky was dripping with blood, Wen Shu stood stiffly in place, his clothes were wet with blood, and there was a slight chill, penetrating his mind.

There are layers of corpses piled up all over the mountains and plains, and the eyes are wide open, and the dark eyes are almost out of the eye sockets. The corners of the eyes are wide open, blood drips, and slides down the cold and round eyeballs, as if weeping blood

The eyes of the corpse stared vaguely at Wen Shu who was standing in the center. Thousands of icy gazes converged, and the invisible coldness surrounded his body. Wen Shu seemed to have never heard of it. The taste seems to be twisted into a ball

While walking, the surrounding scenes are rapidly reversing, and the next second

Wen Shu stood in a wilderness, with no one around, only the vultures in the sky were flying, their dark eyes were staring at the dying woman on the ground, waiting for her to come down to eat after she died.

Wen Shu lowered her head, and the woman with a golden hairpin stuck in her chest rushed towards him with a ferocious face. There was a hissing sound, and the sound of flesh and blood ripped apart, but she didn't stab her chest. She slid to the ground, holding Wen Shu's wrist tightly, scratch hard

The blood flowed violently, dripping on the sandy ground, forming dark red puddles, and the vultures in the sky screamed shrilly, fluttering their wings, and the sound was getting closer

The woman opened her mouth in a sneer, her blood-stained lips moved up and down, Wen Shu couldn't hear her voice clearly

He just stood there devastated and let the woman attack him. There was a trace of crystal clear teardrops in the corner of his eyes, and he couldn't feel any pain in the wound.

The vulture gradually fell to the ground and died from the woman, and the carcass melted into the sand, and the vulture swooped down and sank into it together

The sticky feeling came again, pervasive. Looking back, a skeleton stood in place, with a cool green light in its eye sockets, staring at Wen Shu coldly.

Turning his head and continuing to walk forward, Wen Shu stood in front of the tall door, hesitating to enter, a one-eyed man came behind him, he threw Wen Shu in like an eagle picking up a chick, the door was closed tightly, as if he could hear men's laughter, unscrupulous

Wen Shu glanced at his shrunken body, suddenly remembered where it was, and looked towards the dark corner

There was no window and no light in the black room, and the only door was tightly closed without leaving any gaps. Wen Shu stood where he was, and figures appeared not far away. They were thousands of poisonous snakes, sticking extremely greasy

The cold vertical pupils stared at Wen Shu without a trace of emotion, Wen Shu didn't move, the snakes rushed towards him, the pain of being bitten came, and his body went numb

When he opened his eyes again, there was a man in a blue gown standing in front of him. He had a handsome face, and his voice was cold, with a trace of gentleness that was not obvious.

"Let's go, Shushu," he said, stretching out his slender jade hand, palm facing up

Wen Shu finally had a look of expression on his face, gently raised his hunched waist, stared at the man in front of him with warm black pupils, and murmured, "Okay."

When you put your hand into the man's broad palm, the situation changes suddenly

When his eyes flickered, the person in front of him became covered in blood, his incomparably handsome face became mutilated, and his white hands were covered with filth.

Wen Shu dipped his hand in warm blood, put it in front of his eyes in a daze, smelled it, his pupils dilated slowly

Warm

blood

is that person's

who's that person?

who is it?

Wen Shu had tears in his eyes, and said, "Wen Shuojing!"

The bruised man in front of him bent down, hugged Wen Shu who was kneeling on the ground, and patted his back softly, blood dripped down, accompanied by Wen Shu's tears

The dream returned to the original place, the blood rain was still falling all over the sky, but Wen Shu was no longer alone

An oil-paper umbrella shielded the two of them, and Wen Shu's eyes shone brightly. He stretched out his skinny fingers and grabbed the skirt of the man's heart. The man lowered his head and looked at each other.

When the lips are pressed together, it is so beautiful

The two kissed unscrupulously in the rain of blood. Under the witness of the corpses all over the sky, their skirts were dyed red, their hair was wet, and the oiled paper umbrella was thrown aside. The strong smell of blood between their noses could no longer be smelled

It's all the beautiful taste between the two people's lips and teeth

so wonderful