[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

In the end, everything went back to the beginning, Jiang Wuque was worried about me, but he just asked lightly, and didn't ask any more questions.

Occasionally, I will be taken care of by Qiu Xinliu, because she thinks that I am also a good person. I will talk to him about Jie Xinghen from time to time. I say that person is just a bit ruthless, but he is actually very good to her. You see Who dares to call him a wooden man in front of him, there is probably only Qiu Xinliu in this world.

Qiu Xinliu said that she was both jealous and reluctant to blame him. After all, Xie Xinghen was more valued by the palace master than her. It was the love of his own daughter for his father, just like I also hope that my father can look at me more often. Those times, More important than a lover's gaze.

Hall Master...I think of that person, I haven't seen it for a long time, like a wall between two people, you know it's there, but you can never break it.

Just like I can see the new tricks he frequently puts on Jiang Wuque, but I can't always meet him in time.

After recovering from the eye injury, he seemed to have a little more inspiration and interest in torturing others. He hung Jiang Wuque like a hanger, with his toes barely touching the ground, so his seven orifices were bleeding, but he couldn't hang himself to death.

"It's too dangerous..." I complained, while wiping away the chapped blood on Jiang Wuque's earlobe.

"You... your wrist is okay?" Jiang Wuque asked, his voice came more from the airflow in his mouth, and his voice was completely hoarse.

"It still hurts a little," I said honestly, "but after a hundred days of pain, I will suffer for another two days."

"Why are you...with that person?" He finally asked. I thought he would never ask in his life. The omission of the word "Hall Master" doesn't mean that I can't understand the meaning of his words.It's just that Jiang Wuque doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, and Jiang Wuque has no time to meddle in other people's business. After a period of time, I never thought that he still cared.

"I..." I thought of all the things in that secret room, and for a moment I didn't know what to say, "The man's eye was injured, I...helped him heal the injury."

Jiang Wuque frowned suddenly, my hands froze in the air, I don't know where I hurt him.

"I want to talk to you about something..." he said in a hoarse voice, his expression extremely serious.

Although Jiang Wuque himself never joked, this time was different from any other time in the past. He was serious, as if his father treated his daughter who was about to be deceived, and his intuition told me that what he wanted to say had to do with the Palace Master.

"Not today," I flatly refused, "unless you want to lose your voice completely."

"It's okay..." He still insisted.

"Jiang Wuque, everything I do is for your body, not today."

"Sun Yingyu!" When I stood up, he called me loudly. The loudness was only relative to the effect he wanted to achieve, but when it reached my ears, the voice was hoarse and tried hard, and there was no sound at the end. .

He barely propped himself up, and asked me in a hoarse voice: "Do you know who the Master of the Emperor Qiu is?"

I turned my face away, but my heart was slightly tense, as if I was both eager and unwilling to hear him reveal the true identity of that person.That must be a person who is full of evil and despised by humans and animals, but I can only pretend to respond indifferently: "The relationship between me and the master is just a relationship between a subordinate and a master. What are you afraid of? I am afraid that one day I will stand on his side and retaliate." Turning the gun to kill you? You should think too much, I am on his side."

With a bang, Jiang Wuque was unsteady, and the instrument of torture was propped up by his side. The instrument of torture was originally a stove, and the mouth of the stove was filled with soldering irons that were usually used to burn him. At this moment, the stove overturned, and Jiang Wuque Wu Que crouched between a piece of iron and ashes, extremely embarrassed.

He raised his head, seemed a little trembling, stared straight at me, couldn't make a sound, but still asked me: "You... said, but, sincerely...?" He was obviously very angry.

"Jiang Wuque..." I stepped forward, "I was wrong... Say what you want to say, don't get angry, it will aggravate the injury."

He closed his eyes, his chest heaved heavily, and there was a bellows-like sound from the trachea rubbing against the air in his throat.

……

"That man is Jiang Yulang." He still closed his eyes, as if he was saying a very ordinary sentence, without any foreshadowing, and without giving me any time to prepare, gossiping in a homely tone, telling a secret that I had guessed countless times.

"Jiang Yulang?" My first reaction was, "That scumbag?" Then I realized who I was talking about, that scumbag who dug tunnels in the cesspit and tried his best to survive in the underground palace , I once hugged his shoulder and my heart hurts. I should have thought of it a long time ago, he is the fool, and Jiang Xiaoyu is the wise man!

"Didn't he have his martial arts abolished and went to Gu Renyu's house to be a servant?" I thought of the anecdotes of martial arts heard in the streets, "How did he become the current master of Qiuhuang Palace?"

Jiang Wuque coughed lightly, "No... I don't know..."

I slowly patted Jiang Wuque's chest to let him relax. After waiting for a while, I asked again: "Then why did you tell me this? Are you afraid that I... will be deceived by him?"

Jiang Wuque quietly listened to my question, and now he frowned, his voice was slow and hoarse, and said word by word: "Aren't you, have you been deceived?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" I almost pushed him away.

He opened his eyes, and there was a hint of sneer in his eyes, "Do you know...Jiang Yulang, who is it..."

I was a little annoyed, but anyone with a bit of common sense would not know who Jiang Yulang was, but at the moment when Jiang Wuque asked this question, I felt extremely uncomfortable, "Then who do you think he is?"

Jiang Wuque moved the corners of his lips, and there was not only contempt in his eyes, but also anger that had never been obvious to him, "In the past, there was a palace lady in Yihua Palace. After listening to that person, she was deceived... Very miserable..."

Yihua palace maid? !I woke up immediately because the maid was none other than Tie Pinggu, the daughter of Li Dazui, one of the top ten villains. I heard that Jiang Yulang had played her around, stripped all her clothes and was hung on a tree. Finally, I woke up. Then I found a good man and married my father's younger brother Hu Yaoshi as his wife.In this way, that person has some relationship with my family.

But even so, Jiang Wuque's reminder was to the point, which shows that he still has reservations, and the subtext that he suppressed and didn't say is that I, like the Yihua court lady, are fascinated by Jiang Yulang.

Regardless of where he came to this conclusion, whether he was exposed on the spot, or in this way, it is not surprising that I would be furious, "Mistress Yihua Palace?" The childhood sweetheart He Lu? What? She became Jiang Yulang's man? Aren't you going to be furious?"

"You...!" Jiang Wuque trembled a little, but could no longer speak.

I was angry, but I was not Jiang Wuque at all, even if he explained my state of mind right now, what really made me restless and impatient was why the palace master was Jiang Yulang.

That treacherous person who was so bad that he even plotted against his own father said four and a half sentences, four of which were lies.Everyone said that Jiang Yulang was inferior to Jiang Xiaoyu, and he was even inferior to Jiang Wuque's clothes, so why him?I have already had a deep-rooted image of that bad person, and I even deeply despised that person—calculating others in every way, but inferior to others in every way, pitiful and hateful, but not worthy of sympathy.

Now, I think of the Palace Master, and then I think of Jiang Yulang—it’s my mood that is turbulent, but I want to blame Jiang Wuque like a villain. He leaned against my hand and his lips turned pale. I want to apologize, for it's too late.

"Just act like it's me, mind your own business..." Panting heavily, Jiang Wuque hissed.

"Then why are you meddling?" I asked, "But you like me?"

Jiang Wuque breathed in, coughing until blood came out of his lungs, "No...don't talk nonsense..." He coughed again, trying to speak clearly, "I... just... just... worried ...afraid of you...afraid of you..."

"Stop it." I interrupted him, "I was joking, how could I really think you like me?"

But he couldn't stop coughing, he turned sideways and turned his face to the corner of the wall—"Jiang Wuque?" I called him, his cough gradually became quieter, his back arched, and gradually he stopped making any noise.

"Jiang Wuque!" A bad thought came to my mind, and I hurried forward to pull him, trying to make him turn around.

It didn't take much effort, and when Jiang Wuque fell back and closed his eyes tightly, he was already out of breath.

What to do—I started practicing medicine at the age of three. I never thought that I would say such helpless words in an emergency. I turned his head and forced his eyes open. His pupils were dilated, and his eyes were dilated. His neck was stiff, and he stopped breathing for a short time. I knew that, nine times out of ten, his airway was blocked by phlegm.

In a hurry, I can't control much, I propped him up and let him lean against the wall, pinched his mouth open with one hand, and stretched his mouth with the other hand to pry open his teeth, sighed softly, and moved forward to me.

I have done mouth-to-mouth feeding countless times, but this time it is completely different, I have to suck hard.

It was a completely different feeling, as if it involved a man and a woman having sex, swallowing each other's tongue, making people blush.

Jiang Wuque's body is full of faint smells. I have to say that he is so perfect that even his breath is different from others. The faint sweet smell that surrounds his mouth is the smell of blood, and there is an indescribable temptation.

At a critical moment, the iron door behind me slammed, and I knew someone opened the door, but I couldn't hear footsteps entering the door.

Right now I am facing Jiang Wuque, with my back to the door.

The phlegm was finally sucked out, Jiang Wuque finally breathed out, he frowned and coughed lightly, I grabbed his wrist, but it didn't work, the lips and teeth of the two still needed to be more closely bonded.

Suddenly, the person in front of him opened his eyes.

At the same moment, footsteps sounded behind him.

The confusion in Jiang Wuque's eyes dissipated very quickly, and he realized what happened in a blink of an eye. Seeing that he was awake, I also had the idea of ​​retreating, trying to spit out the disgusting phlegm from his mouth.

As soon as I retreat, he enters.

Jiang Wuque clasped my palm with his backhand, and raised his other hand to the back of my neck, violently pulling me forward.

We all opened our eyes and saw each other's expressions clearly. Those who didn't know might think that the two of them were having sex, but as the person involved, I knew best that he wanted to suck back the sputum in my mouth, because he was more or less Cleanliness, don't want to leave your filth on others.

At this time, he let go of me, and those who didn't know found the right time to ask questions.

The door behind me has opened, and someone has come in. I can't tell who the footsteps are, but I know who the voice of the question is coming from.

Zuo Hufa has a unique thick voice, which sounds a bit weird at the moment, "What are you doing?" Like a husband who is catching an adulterer.

Jiang Wuque ignored him, turned his head to the side, and spit out the phlegm in his mouth. The next mouthful was blood.

But I couldn't be as calm as a prisoner. I turned around and was about to explain, but I was stunned.

I wasn't surprised that a guard would enter the cell at this time, and I wasn't surprised that the left guard would come, but what I didn't expect was the puppet master standing by the door, silent and watching everything coldly.

Turning a blind eye is not the style of Jeju demon masters, hiding and not revealing, but coveting all kinds of blackmail on me in the future.

No matter what, if someone proves it, the puppet master can completely omit the inside information and send it to the editor-in-chief of the palace. He can say whatever he wants. How many means are used by the master.

But, no matter what, I would never have imagined——

The puppet master flashed, and the hall master appeared behind the door with a masked face.

I, who was planning how to get rid of the puppet master in my head, was completely confused at this moment, thinking of Jiang Yulang, and thinking of the way Jiang Wuque looked at me just a moment ago.

Why did I think of those eyes? At that time, Jiang Wuque was clearly conscious, and his eyes could not be calmer. Why did I suddenly think of it at this moment? The only explanation may be because of that look, Jiang Wuque really looked into my eyes.

Instead of reflecting my own image, I feel, he has seen me from the inside out.

The palace master entered the door silently. I wanted to take another pulse for Jiang Wuque, but I didn't dare.

"Get out." The footsteps stopped beside me, and I heard a cold, emotionless order above my head.

Of course he called me to go out, he couldn't have asked Jiang Wuque to go out, so I got up and met him face to face again.I no longer dare to raise my head like before. I know who the person behind the mask is, and I can imagine the lines on his forehead and nose bridge, but when I look into his eyes, I feel like I don’t know him.

The hall master no longer looked at me, that kind of behavior, he didn't even bother to repeat "go out" to me for the second time.

"Don't you understand?" On the contrary, Guardian Zuo asked me, "Are you still impatient?"

"Yes..." I lowered my head and exited.