[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

The cell, I wanted to go in, but I met the palace master who opened the door and came out.

I hurriedly took two steps back and bowed my head in salute.

It is daytime now, and the palace master rarely comes here during the day, let alone he is the only one, even the guards guarding the gate are dismissed by him.

I lowered my head, waiting for him to pass in front of me, but his footsteps stopped in front of me.

I was a little nervous, and my palms were sweating.

"You don't need to go in now." The voice of the hall master sounded above his head, still in a slow and soft tone, without too many ups and downs.

"Yes." I replied solemnly, with my head lowered, and now I can only see his feet, wearing a pair of very simple cloth boots, black with black edges. It turns out that the hall master is a simple person. Only now did I know that I was always afraid to observe such a person, and now I can only stare at his cloth boots without blinking.

But I soon discovered the problem. After he gave his orders, he kept standing in front of me and didn't walk away.

I waited patiently, and time passed, and the waiting turned to worry.

There was always a moment when he was going to leave, or I looked up first.

I'm too worried, I don't know what I did wrong, it was rumored that the Palace Master executed many subordinates at random, I've always been careful, but which person living here is not careful?

Too worried, finally couldn't help but look up, and saw the masked face of the Palace Master.

The mask that I never dare to look at carefully, the weird and meaningless patterns, the eyes under the mask, are now staring firmly at something in my hand.

In my hand—following his gaze and looking down, it was a small pot of orchids. I remembered that I wanted to bring this pot of orchids into the cell, which was poorly ventilated all the year round, so I wanted to put some living things in it , thinking that no one would notice it when it was placed in the corner, but did not expect the hall master to appear at this time.

At this time, my hands began to shake, and I didn't know how to react, whether I should kneel down, whether I should admit my mistake before being punished, whether I should think of reasons to explain myself.

"Hall Master..." I whispered, so low that it was almost inaudible.

"What's the matter?" But unexpectedly, there was a rhetorical question, my body shook, and the flower pot in my hand almost fell to the ground.

And the person who helped me catch it was the Palace Master.

He held the orchid in his hand and looked at it in front of his eyes.

My hands are still shaking, and the other party is looking at the orchid without saying a word, making people completely unable to guess the emotions at this time, but this is the most terrifying, people who are completely invisible but can control life and death, Always the scariest.

"You want to take it into the cell?" He asked suddenly, and I shuddered.

"Yes……"

"Don't you know that orchids like to be moist and ventilated, so they should be placed in half shade and half sun?"

"I know……"

Lowering your head, not daring to look at this person anymore, even hearing his voice, requires great courage to overcome your panic.

"Raise your head." The Palace Master ordered.

I barely raised my head, my gaze swept everywhere, not daring to stay on the red textured mask.

Handing the flower pot to me, "Why is it an orchid?" He asked, "Is it specially brought for Jiang Wuque to see?"

"No!" I had already stretched out my hand to catch the flower pot, but when I heard such a question, I retracted my hand, and the flower pot missed it and fell to the ground.

The flowers and mud under my feet are in a mess.

The hall master and I lowered our heads to look at the messy orchids at the same time.

It's Tie Xinlan, I suddenly realized that this pot of orchids reminded him of Tie Xinlan, that's why he stood there for so long, and became fascinated for so long.

After all, it is the love of the hated person, so naturally there is something hateful about it.

Even now, some people may guess why the palace master hates Jiang Wuque, whether they have known each other for a long time, whether they have formed this endless hatred for women, money, relatives of flesh and blood, or other things, so that a person To go to such lengths to torture another human being.

But no matter what, Jiang Wuque is the palace master's taboo, so is Tie Xinlan, and I am self-righteous and smart at the moment, and I have created a reason for myself to cause trouble for my upper body.

I can even imagine what kind of rage and means the palace master will have following him.

That's why at this time, I was particularly worried about myself, whether the more silent I was, the more violent the outbreak would be, and whether the longer I remained silent, it meant I had reached the point where my sin was unforgivable.

"Clean up here." Hearing the order, I raised my head.

"Be careful with the root of the flower," he added.

Taking another look at the flowering branches on the ground, he turned and left.

I almost choked.

With a wide hem, I waited for the dark brown figure to disappear at the corner of the passage, and suddenly fell to the ground.

……

Soon after.

After cleaning up the broken branches of the orchids, the guards have returned to their shifts.

I sat at the table at the door of the cell and listened to their chat, because the Palace Master ordered me not to enter the cell now before he left.

Then I don't know when to wait until the guards say that the puppet master is performing spells inside alone and should not be disturbed.

This Jeju puppet master, I turned my head to look at the iron prison door, it was dense and seamless, I don’t know what he was doing inside, even the sound was blocked by the door and the wall, I don’t understand how there is such a kind in the world Spells, can make a person willingly give up his self, and completely obey another person?

If so, is the person being treated sincerely willing to be driven, or is he unable to control himself?

I always feel that if there is still consciousness, if the person is not willing, even a great ability should not be able to change a person's mind.

As for Jiang Wuque, he will not be willing to control him, he has the belief that he will persevere.

I feel the same way.

At this time, the door of the cell was opened, and a person walked out of it.

It's the demon master of Jeju, but it's the first time he met me.

The thunderous title appears around me all the time, giving me the illusion that he is very close to me, but by accident, I have never met him face to face.

At this time, he came out and I stood up.

This is the first time I saw the appearance of this puppet master. I thought he was a mage over half a hundred years old, but he was unexpectedly young. He didn't even look much older than me. His face was handsome and feminine. It is also very indifferent, as if in this Emperor Qiu Palace, one cannot survive without indifference.

Dark mage robes and headgear look like a foreigner. When he saw me, he nodded slightly and walked over.

I watched him leave, and the guard opened the cell door for me.

Jiang Wuque was inside, hung high on the wall with his head down.

I walked over, untied him from the hanging iron lock, and helped him to rest aside.

Only then did he remember that the floor of the prison cell was still cold and stiff, so he took off the extra coat he had specially worn and put it under his body.

I felt his pulse and looked closely at his complexion.

His complexion was poor and his complexion was gray.

With half-opened eyes, he kept looking at the corner on one side of the cell, where there was a faint light coming in from the skylight.

"Hero Jiang," I asked softly, "what's wrong with you?"

He blinked his eyes, and then closed them directly.

After each puppet technique, he was always lucky enough to avoid some physical pain, but his complexion was often worse.

I really want to know where the puppet art hurt him.

After changing the old wounds in different places on his body, he seemed to have no feeling, he didn't feel pain, and he couldn't move.

My gut tells me he's going to be seriously ill.

Heart damage is disease.

Sure enough, as expected, at night, when he was sipping water, his whole body was already flushed red.

I asked the guard to bring many buckets of clean water, and I kept rubbing his body to reduce his fever, but there was no progress.

Feed the medicine, the medicine effect is low.

When his hands and feet gradually became cold, he hummed softly, I undressed, went around behind him and wrapped him in a thick cotton coat, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and arms tightly, pressed my face close, and then Gradually hear the raving in his mouth.

"...your hairpin..." he kept saying, "that hairpin you wear...beautiful..."

I was a little astonished to keep saying this kind of thing. I leaned against his cheek and tilted my head slightly to look at his complexion. Now he was already pale with torment, his brows were tightly frowned, his lips were wriggling, and he was saying this sentence over and over again. talk.

It seemed to be a kind of mental anesthesia, he kept reminding himself so repeatedly.

"Hero Jiang," I called him in a low voice, "Hero Jiang, wake up..."

Dreaming will only consume more and more mind, but I can't wake him up.

Suddenly he pursed his lips and stopped making a sound, as if he was enduring a kind of great pain, no more sex, instead, he was convulsed and trembling all over his body.

He started to break free, weakly, trying to break free from my hold.

"...Why!?" he cried, "Why?!"

"Hero Jiang!"

"Master..."

"Master Jiang?"

"Don't...I can die—please let me die...I can die..."

"Hero Jiang! Hero Jiang!"

I reached up and patted his cheek with wet hands.

He was crying, and at the same time he called out a name: "Yun'er..."

"Yun'er is not afraid...don't be afraid..." He comforted others, gradually calming himself down, "...Xinlan...didn't it be agreed...we will be together forever..."

After the trembling, he stretched out his hand to grope around, as if trying to grab something, I offered my hand and made him hold it tightly.

He kept holding my hand, his fingers were long and rough, almost covering my whole hand.

The palms are cold.

"Xinlan..." he said contentedly.

……

In the morning, Jiang Wuque woke up, his lips were sick and chapped.

"Better?" I asked him.

He nodded, lay flat on the haystack I laid out for him, and looked away.

"Hero Jiang," I approached him, "Are you awake now, I have something to tell you."

He froze for a moment, looked at my face, his eyes were a little dull, obviously he couldn't think of anything I needed to discuss with him.

I chose a bad time, when he was seriously ill, or he simply didn't have the energy to listen to anything, and he didn't have the energy to think about it.

But this may be the last chance. I don’t know when the puppet technique will take effect. I don’t know when Jiang Wuque will disappear from this world. I will never have the chance to tell him—to persist for some things.

"I may have seen the child you're looking for."

He looked at me, listened to me, his expression was still a little dull, "son..." He muttered these two words.

"I'm not completely sure yet, but listen to me, the Palace Master adopted this boy about seven years ago and named him Jie Xinghen. He looks sextantly like you, and his demeanor is also very similar...Where are you guys? What's the relationship, what other characteristics does he have, you tell me, I can check it for you."

Jiang Wuque was silent for a long time before turning his head away.

"...No need," he said dryly, "you don't need to look for it anymore..."

I was surprised, "Why?"

After the silence, Jiang Wuque stared straight at the top of his head. The beams and eaves that he could never escape may become the eternal scenery in his eyes in this life.

"You don't believe me?" I pressed, "Or do you really not want to look anymore?"

He didn't answer, just closed his eyes wearily.

"Hero Jiang..." So I can only say, "It's not that I like to meddle in other people's business, I don't want you to keep your diary on what you need to know... Maybe you can pretend that you haven't heard anything, but please stick to it , even for a threat from the Hall Master, please don’t implicate me.”

After I finished speaking, I thought he would have no reaction, but he smiled, "It's been seven years..." He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me with a smile, "Don't worry, I will never hurt you."

Jiang Wuque...

I looked at the faint smile on his face, just mocking myself, his brows were still furrowed, his eye sockets were already skinny, he was no longer the perfect young man back then, but a smile still showed it.

This is the first time, I saw his most expressive look, remembering his tossing and turning last night, asking why.

I remembered that I used to think that people who always ask why are the most unbalanced people in their hearts.

But Jiang Wuque, he is not that kind of person, when he asked why, he held back terribly.

I cleaned out a towel to wipe his face, and stretched out my hand to brush the hair around his face. I heard that he has lived like this for seven years. Maybe it would be easier for him to hand over his mind to be manipulated by others, but I don't know when, I hope he can persist.

He should always hold on to the last thing he wants to protect, so as not to waste the seven years in Qiuhuang Palace and the many years in Yihua Palace.

I helped him, because I felt that fate was too harsh. For such a person, my fate was insignificant, and I couldn't bear to watch from the sidelines.

When the worst thing ever happens—

By the time I realized it, I had begun to pity him.

The author has something to say: Jiang Wuque rationed Tie Xinlan, and she was the lord of the second palace in the second ending, but when she chose her mother at the beginning of the third, Lian Xing was dead. . .

However, there is a prophecy on the Internet that if Jiang Wuque's wife is Lian Xing, when Jiang Yulang leads a group of minions up the snow mountain, Jiang Yulang will die the fastest. . .