Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

The shackles were very cold, and they stuck to Jiang Yi's body like a piece of ice. If he moved, they would pull the chains on them, making a crackling sound.

He originally thought he couldn't sleep, but the previous sleepless escape and thinking about countermeasures had exhausted his remaining energy. Even if his nerves were forcibly tensed, he still couldn't resist the sleepiness from instinct at all.

Between half-dream and half-awake, Jiang Yi vaguely dreamed about things that happened a long time ago.

At that time, he was still a high-spirited young prime minister, able to go to battle to kill the enemy, and he could also rush back to Yandu from Longxi, which was [-] miles away, to quarrel with the group of unworthy scholars.

And there will always be a taciturn and gentle child behind him.

The barracks were full of Han Chinese, and although they called Uz people foreign bandits every day, they were extremely tolerant towards this foreign boy of unknown origin.

Perhaps it was because he was Jiang Yi's student.

Jiang Yi himself is also a half-grown boy, but he seems a bit mature after studying for a few years, and he is well versed in the headaches of those who memorize it.

So Pei Xiangyun was allowed to mix with the soldiers, and he became an illiterate who didn't know a single word.

General Zhang from Longxi came to Jiang Yi and mentioned this incident by chance: "Master Jiang, although your little apprentice has a very high talent in martial arts, if he doesn't know any words, is it too..."

At that time, Jiang Yi was busy fighting wits and bravery with those stubborn old people in the court, so he didn't take his words to heart at all: "Since he likes to practice martial arts, let's practice martial arts, and it won't be too late to teach others later."

He always pampered and tolerated Pei Xiangyun the most, even if he got into trouble, in the end Jiang Yi would let him go with a lot of thunder and a little noise.

It all seems wrong now.

Jiang Yi didn't sleep soundly this time. Sometimes it was the memory of his time in Longxi, and sometimes it was the mountain of corpses and blood when Pei Xiangyun led tens of thousands of Us elite soldiers to slaughter the people of Dayan.

He curled up subconsciously, pulled the chain on his ankle, and made a soft "crash".The people around him seemed to be aware of it, and gently raised their hands to wrap him in their arms.

When Jiang Yi opened his eyes again, the sun outside was already high.

The boy who spat on his face last night was kneeling on the ground with his head down, and looked up with a strange expression after hearing the sound on the bed.

Jiang Yi looked around in confusion, and when his eyes fell on the shackles, he was stabbed suddenly, realizing that he was now Pei Xiangyun's prisoner.

He sighed softly, and rubbed the center of his eyebrows tiredly: "What time is it now?"

The boy replied respectfully: "It's just past Chen."

"Aren't you tired from kneeling?" Jiang Yi said, "Get up..."

Only then did the boy dare to support the chair beside him to stand up, and swayed unsteadily, as if he had knelt for a long time.

Jiang Yi put on his clothes on his own, and only saw the length of the chain when he was about to get out of bed.

Presumably he can move freely in this room.

This luxuriously decorated room is like an exquisitely shaped golden silk cage, tightly imprisoning his bird, fearing that he will never be able to regain his freedom forever.

He looked away, and found that the boy was still looking at him with that weird look.

The eyes of the two collided in mid-air, and the servant quickly moved his eyes away unnaturally, pretending that nothing happened.

Jiang Yi didn't have anything to do, and he didn't have any appetite to eat, so he simply wanted to chat with him: "See what I'm doing?"

The boy's fair face flushed, and he hesitated for a long time before he could utter a word: "You...you slept with that foreign dog last night?"

Jiang Yi didn't know why, so he nodded subconsciously.

The boy's gaze suddenly became even weirder.

It was only then that Jiang Yi understood what he was thinking, and his gloomy mood became a little helpless: "It's just a bed."

"But they all said that you became an accomplice of traitors because you were deluded by the Uzians."

The boy was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the chatterbox slowly opened up: "It's that foreign dog who confuses your mind, right? Aren't you teachers and students?"

Jiang Yi's fingertips paused: "We... are indeed teachers and students."

It's just that the teacher-student relationship changed at some point.

He still remembered that he was very insensitive to this aspect at that time, and only occasionally felt that Pei Xiangyun was looking at him in the wrong way, but he didn't dare to think about it elsewhere.

Until that snowy night.

Jiang Yi lit the stove in the military tent as usual, when suddenly someone called him outside.

He got up and opened the curtain, and saw Pei Xiangyun, who was covered in snow, standing outside and looking at him quietly.

Jiang Yi thought that he just wanted to be with her as usual, so he let him in without thinking too much.

Unexpectedly, the wolf cub held him in his arms, sprayed his fiery breath on his neck, and kissed every inch of exposed skin devoutly and eagerly.

Jiang Yi struggled in his arms as if he had been hit on the head.Pei Xiangyun didn't seem to expect such a big reaction from him, so he stopped in a little confusion.

"Are you crazy?" Jiang Yi's heart was beating fast, and he couldn't tell whether he was resisting or harboring secret expectations, "I am your teacher."

Pei Xiangyun looked at him quietly, with a dangerous glint in his eyes: "Master, are you willing to come with me?"

Jiang Yi was a little puzzled when he heard his answer to the wrong question: "Let's go? Where are you going?"

"I don't know, leave Longxi, leave our identities..." Pei Xiangyun said softly, "Go anywhere."

Jiang Yi frowned, still worried about his transgression just now: "Why did I leave? What should I do if I leave Longxi? Don't mess around, why are you still acting like a child."

There was more pleading in Pei Xiangyun's voice: "Do you only care about Longxi?"

"Otherwise?" Jiang Yi asked him back.

"never mind."

Pei Xiangyun stood up slowly: "It's late, master go to bed early."

He took one last look at Jiang Yi, opened the curtain and left.

Pei Xiangyun walked in a chic way, but he was so terrified that he didn't sleep well all night. He finally slept soundly for a few hours, and when he got up the next day, he went to find his traitor.

But no one was found.

Later, Jiang Yi recalled the look in Pei Xiangyun's eyes countless times before he left, and then realized that it might be the last test and farewell to Pei Xiangyun before he defected.

What if I stopped him at that time?

Will everything be different now?

"Jiang, Lord Jiang?"

Seeing that he suddenly stopped talking, the servant called out to him worriedly.

Jiang Yi was stunned for a moment, then slowly looked away, and coughed uncomfortably: "It's okay, I remembered the past."

He rubbed the armrest of the carved wooden chair, and heard the sound of the heavy armor of Uz soldiers dragging on the ground outside, the feeling of oppression in his heart returned.

"Aren't you really okay?" the boy said, "It was rumored that Yan was crazy before, especially the adults who were in the upper class, including my master, said that you are good at breaking your sleeves, and...cough, It's really unethical to start with a pro-student."

He seemed to feel sorry, and after he finished speaking, he added sincerely: "It seems that I wrongly blamed you before, and you seem to be...very pitiful."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Yi understood in his heart.

He sneered a little desolately, saying that these useless ruthless scholars were weak and deceitful when facing the Uz people. Take the military power in your hand.

As long as there is less time to frame him behind the scenes, Dayan will not be reduced to the current situation.

It's just that there is no big swallow anymore.

Jiang Yi sighed inaudibly: "What's your name?"

"I don't have a name..." said the boy, "It happened to be Chinese New Year when Madam bought me back, so she called me Ah Nian."

Jiang Yi stood up: "Is there any pen and ink here?"

"Yes..." Ah Nian said, "Do you want it?"

"Idle is idle."

Jiang Yi looked outside the house at the leaves that had been knocked down by last night's rain: "Write and draw whatever you want."

-

Pei Xiangyun was called into the palace in the morning, and was severely scolded by Lord Wu Si.

Naturally, it was because of Jiang Yi.

The lord said that Jiang Yi is a Han, and if he is not of our race, he must have a different heart. It is best to get rid of him as soon as possible, but he touched Pei Xiangyun's scales and asked him to bluntly say that if anyone dares to kill Jiang Yi, he will never let the people of Wusi better off.

The two brothers broke up unhappy, and the irritability in Pei Xiangyun's chest became more and more intense.

He pushed open the door of the bedroom, only to see Jiang Yi standing at the table with his head down and writing, as if he was painting.

When Pei Xiangyun was in Longxi, he had seen his master write and draw countless times, and he had also drawn them into the paintings countless times. At that moment, his heart softened, and he was about to call out, but he suddenly froze.

The boy sitting in front of the table whispered nervously and cautiously: "Master Jiang, can I do this okay?"

Jiang Yi said "hmm" and smiled at him: "It's okay, take it easy, it's pretty pretty."

Pei Xiangyun was stunned for a while, and his ears were ringing, but he could still hear every word the boy said clearly.

He walked forward in two or three steps, and yanked the pen out of Jiang Yi's hand.

"What are you doing?" Pei Xiangyun gritted his teeth, "Why do you want to paint him?"

Jiang Yi raised his eyebrows: "I can paint whoever I want, what does it have to do with you?"

Pei Xiangyun angrily grabbed the boy's collar and pushed it hard: "Get lost!"

The boy seemed to be frightened when he saw the furious Pei Xiangyun. He looked at Jiang Yi worriedly and staggered away from the room.

Jiang Yi lowered his eyes: "Why are you crazy?"

Pei Xiangyun stared at him intently, his chest rose and fell violently for a long while before he said in a low voice, "You used to only draw me."

"You also said that was before..." Jiang Yi said coldly, "Don't you feel that you are particularly unreasonable?"

Pei Xiangyun flipped off the paper on his desk: "Then you can't draw others either."

He was extremely terrified, but it wasn't just because Jiang Yi was so affectionate with a boy whom he had just met.

Today is the boy, will it be someone else tomorrow?

He watched helplessly as the teacher distributed all the favors that were only given to him in the past to others, but he didn't get any of it.

Pei Xiangyun was almost driven crazy by the huge gap, which made him impulsively want to do something to make sure that the teacher will only be his own teacher and will not be snatched away by others.

Ink and cinnabar poured over, leaving mottled marks on the snow-white paper, like a piece of old blood that had been condensed for a long time.

Pei Xiangyun pressed Jiang Yi on the table, and ruthlessly clasped that thin white wrist, almost breaking the man in his arms.

The canine teeth tightly held a piece of soft meat on the side of the man's neck, and Pei Xiangyun almost tasted the faint smell of blood.

"Mad dog..." Jiang Yi was suddenly hurt by his teeth, and felt his whole body trembling with fear, "Get off me."

"You are not allowed to look at other people..." Pei Xiangyun whispered, "You are only allowed to look at me, or I will kill them."

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