[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

The next day, I got dressed and sat in the room waiting. Not long after, a guard came and knocked on my door, saying that Jiang Wuque was out of breath.

I pretended to be panicked and followed him to the cell, where Jiang Wuque was dead.

The guard, me, and another attendant stood in the cell to discuss. When the attendant was changing Jiang Wuque's clothes, he found something wrong with him, so he came to me. Up to now, the fourth person has not had time to know about it.

"What do we do now?" I asked, and the other two were ashamed.

"I'm going to notify Guardian Zuo." The guard said, turned around and left.

I grabbed him and asked him to notify Xie Xinghen.

Logically speaking, the Palace Master is not here, and Mrs. Hu is also not here. After all, Guardian Zuo is not as high as the Young Master.

But this is not the case, the Emperor Qiu Palace will not let a child who has just turned eight years old be in charge of the house without a master, but who is making the decision to replace the Lord of the Palace, those of us who are servants have no way of knowing .

The guard was persuaded by me to ask Xie Xinghen, but in the current situation, everything can only be done by ear.

I know that only the dead can leave the Hall of Emperor Qiu, especially Jiang Wuque, if the hall master is still there, even if Jiang Wuque is dead, he must be sent away by being divided alive. Bet, no matter whether he was buried or abandoned in the wilderness, as long as the body can be transported out of Qiuhuang Palace, it will be considered saved.

As for the palace master coming back, no matter how angry or unwilling he is, even if the dead person is dead, he cannot turn around and chase him back.

Besides, no one in Emperor Qiu's palace could tell the whereabouts of the hall master. Even if he wanted to send a letter, the road was blocked by heavy snow at the moment.

What I am most afraid of now is that there will be someone who I don't know but who can replace the deacon of the hall master. If this person forcibly leaves the corpse or burns the corpse, the person who faked his death will really die.

I know that this move is risky, not smart, or even lame, but I can't think about it anymore. If Jiang Wuque really loses his life, I won't let him die in vain.

However, the guards did not bring Jie Xinghen to him for a long time. Instead, it was the puppet master from Jeju who came first.

"This man is dead." The puppet master glanced at Jiang Wuque who was lying on the ground, turned around and told the people around him, "Take him to the back mountain and bury him. Don't let anyone see him."

The two followers who belonged to him led away, and I was stunned. Does he really have such great power, and dare to deal with the most important prisoner of the palace lord at will?

The puppet master and I were the only ones left in the cell. He turned to look at me, and being stared at by him made me feel uncomfortable all over.

"Do you know what will happen to you?" He asked suddenly.

I nodded, "I know."

"That's good. You are in the same place as usual in Qiuhuang Palace. How you will be punished will be discussed after the Palace Master returns."

After he finished speaking and left, I felt that everything that happened was too unreal, how could it be so simple?

No one locked me up, no one put me to death outright, and I still had freedom of movement, which is too improbable.

……

At night, I sneaked to the back mountain alone.

The wind and snow had subsided, and on the snowy ground on the mountain road, there were not only unmasked footprints, but also twinkling phosphorous powder, which I sprinkled on Jiang Wuque's body specially, so that I could use them to distinguish the road.

Jiang Wuque is currently holding his breath and feigning death, so I am not afraid of him being buried alive and suffocating. Relatively speaking, I am more afraid that the earth air in the mountains is too cold and will frostbite his body.

After tracing all the way to a dead corner of a mountain depression, I saw a bag of buried people.

When it was almost dawn, I finally dragged Jiang Wuque out of the underground pit. His hands were covered with blood blisters and frostbite. I didn't care about other things, so I poured the medicine and wine into his throat.

In fact, if he does not use medicine to release his suspended animation state, he will maintain it like this for seven days, and after seven days, he will wake up on his own without external force.And this fake death medicine is my father's unique secret recipe from his master. Compared with Wan Chunliu, the highly praised genius doctor in the world, that man is even more senior and has the same medical skills. I am confident that he will not Error on this section.

It took only half a cup of tea, and Jiang Wuque's heartbeat had already recovered.

I was busy applying medicine to warm up his body, and the sky turned from dark to bright.

When he moved his eyelashes slightly and opened his eyes, he looked a little dazed.The two sat snuggled up in the snow in the forest, and the snow fell on his face. He was in a daze for a long time before looking at me, then looking around, and asked in a vague voice: "Where... is this..."

"The mountain at the back of Emperor Qiu's Palace." I replied, "We succeeded, and you will never have to go back to that prison cell!"

Maybe it was my words that had an effect, he grabbed my fingertips violently, but he couldn't hold it tightly even though he tried hard, looked at me in a daze, then looked at the snow-falling forest again with misty eyes, "...is it a dream..." He struggled to focus his eyes and said to himself, "The snow mountain...it's snowing again..."

"Of course not!" I replied loudly, "This is not a snow mountain, you can see clearly, we escaped, this is the mountain behind the Palace of Qiuhuang!"

He has closed his eyes, more like his ears are also closed, I know he instinctively chooses not to believe, doesn't believe what I said about escape.

"You are really free now..." I moved closer to his ear, and said every word very clearly, "As long as you open your eyes, you will be able to see the sky, and you will no longer be in that prison cell." Liang...you are free..."

Wait patiently.

I know that some facts need to get used to slowly, and I also know how unbelievable it is when things go off the rails—even more afraid to believe, everything is just a dream.

After a long time, he held my index finger and finally opened his eyes...

Raise your sight a little bit, the sun turns out of the shadows at this time, the snow is clear, the clouds recede, casting a thin and shiny light like gold powder.

Jiang Wuque dodged his head sideways, but he didn't look away. Instead, he slowly raised his injured chin, facing the sun that made people lazy and wanted to chase in winter.

"Stop looking," I pulled his face back, "the light is too bright, it will hurt your eyes."

Sure enough, he immediately developed symptoms of blindness. After watching me for a long time, he seemed to gradually see me clearly.

"I'm...outside...?" He suddenly asked without thinking.

"Outside?" I thought for a while, "It doesn't count as inside, it should... be counted as outside."

"Is it……"

He smiled, the halo covered his face, he smiled bleakly in the pale sunlight, his smile was distorted, even the slight movement of the corners of his lips was slow and feeble.

However, it was his most sincere smile. Among all the expressions I have seen, Jiang Wuque's is the most sincere smile.

He probably never imagined that he would really have such a day in the wild.

This Fengshen handsome face in the storyteller's mouth became extremely thin after eight years, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and the cheeks turned red due to some emotions.

"You saved me..." He still held my hand weakly, "Why did you save me..."

"Because you're going to die soon."

The forest birds that had spent the winter began to sing, and the sun reflected on the snow. He stopped asking questions and looked at the leafless dead tree, his shoulders trembling slightly.

……

The escape plan went incredibly well.

Jiang Wuque hid from the limelight temporarily in the cave, and I forged his grave with the nameless bones, and returned to Qiuhuang Palace as usual to wait for punishment.

On the other hand, he recovered his kung fu little by little with medicine. His kung fu was not abolished, but suppressed by a kind of poison, so he couldn't use it for a while.

As for the Hall of Emperor Qiu, almost no one knew that a prisoner died in the cell. In fact, this prisoner was not very eye-catching. have any contact with the doorman.

Even Xie Xinghen didn't know that the prisoner was Jiang Wuque, and I wasn't sure if I should tell him there was such a person.

After all, the ups and downs passed day by day, and half a month later, the Palace Master returned.

It's just that in the past half month, my tacit understanding with Jiang Wuque has also improved by leaps and bounds.

Perhaps it was because he was finally able to calm down and see everything around him clearly. In the past, he always endured the grief and anger of losing Tie Xinlan, and endured the daily torment of people who hated him. Appeared in his mind, but he could not choose to die, nor could he choose to turn a blind eye to everything in the past.

In the past seven years, what he saw in the prison cell was too dark, so he couldn't see anything, and he didn't want to see it.

On the first day of escaping to Houshan, he asked my name.

"Hero Jiang, my name is Sun Yingyu."

He was startled, "I'm not a hero, so don't call me Mr. Jiang."

"That's Jiang Wuque," I smiled, "Don't expect me to call you Brother Jiang."

"But you can call me Wucai."

The word Wu Que is too ambiguous. He already knew that I was a woman, so I just laughed and couldn't call him.

Jiang Wuque's martial arts were slowly recovering, but it was difficult for his scarred body to recover within a few days.

Fifteen days later, the Hall Master returned to Emperor Qiu's Hall.

Of course, the first thing the Palace Master did when he returned to the palace was not to visit Jiang Wuque in his cell, but it didn't mean he didn't know that Jiang Wuque was dead after a day of silence.

I couldn't wait for him to come to the door automatically, so I went up to the back mountain at night, preparing to tell Jiang Wuque the news of the return of the palace master.

However, as soon as I walked into the cave, my eyes suddenly brightened, and the expressionless puppet master appeared in front of me like a ghost.

"I guess you will come." He opened and closed his lips and made a cold voice, "You really came."

I passed him and looked at Jiang Wuque, who was restrained behind him. Jiang Wuque's face was pale, and he looked at me worriedly. There was obvious blood on his mouth, but he didn't struggle.

I sighed, and the trace of true energy that was finally condensed dissipated so easily.

Suddenly there was a pain in my neck, my eyes turned black, and I passed out.

……

When I woke up again, I was lying in my own room, and there was a person sitting beside the bed, the Jeju puppet master.

He has cat-like eyes, looking at me all the time, from when I opened them to when I slowly sat up.

"I remember I asked you," he said slowly, "that you should know what was going on with you."

I pursed my lips, I wasn't going to answer.

He waited for me for a while, then went on to say: "The palace master still doesn't know about Jiang Wuque's fraudulent death, are you ready to confess what happened in the past few days?"

I frowned and looked at him, why did he hide this matter for me?

So he asked, "How did you find Jiang Wuque?"

He replied, "Follow you."

"But you are obviously one step ahead of me."

"No," he shook his head, "not today, since Jiang Wuque died, someone has been following you all the time."

"That is to say, from the beginning, you knew that he was not really dead? How did you know?"

"These have nothing to do with you." He avoided my question, but still looked straight at me, "Now there is a chance to save your life, do you want it?"

I knew why and asked, "Why do you think I'm going to die?"

The puppet master sneered, "With the temperament of the palace master, if you know that you and Jiang Wuque have planned to escape, what do you think will happen?"

"You don't need to tell me these things. I thought about it before saving Jiang Wuque. What happened has nothing to do with you!"

"No, it doesn't matter. You can make fake death medicine to stabilize Jiang Wuque's injury, and you have a way to make him accumulate skills in a few days. Your medical skills are so good, I am very happy that you owe me a favor and pay me back in the future .”

"What do you want?"

"I don't want you to die."

"Okay, just treat it as if I owe you a favor, but you and I are not the only ones who know about Jiang Wuque's fraudulent death, how can you guarantee—"

"Don't worry about this," he interrupted, "Only you and I know, no one else."

"You killed those guards?!"

The puppet master's eyes turned cold, and his lips moved, "It's not just guards."

So a seemingly earth-shattering event was eliminated by his few words in an instant.

I thought it was ridiculous, when I got it, I just thought it was going smoothly, but I didn't know that someone put water on purpose, and after going around in a circle, Jiang Wuque and I returned to the original place.

He didn't run away.

I was not sentenced to death.

Thinking about it again, the puppet master really saved my life.

Otherwise, the Hall Master will never let me go.

And compared to the silence of this incident, the hall master returned from going out this time, and one thing not only did not calm down, but made everyone aware of it, that is, the hall master was injured in practicing kung fu, and the injury was serious.

After all, he didn't hide it for a long time. When he went out, he never thought that he would leave with an injury, and then come back with an injury, the injury is still the same.

I was anxious about many things, but I had no chance to get out of the room. Since that day the puppet master put me under house arrest for many days, he never came back, nor sent a message to let me out.

I was a little worried, not only worried about Jiang Wuque's situation, but also worried about the Palace Master.

He must not have stopped practicing Ming Yu Gong, otherwise he would not have dragged his internal injury to this day.

Finally, a guard called me to take care of Jiang Wuque in the cell. I hastily packed up my equipment, feeling a little eager to return to that small space.

In the cell, I saw Jiang Wuque.

He was hung and beaten with a long barbed whip.

Sure enough, as soon as the Palace Master came back, everything returned to normal in an instant. The feeling I entered here was almost exactly the same as the first time I entered.

But at this moment, Jiang Wuque's whole face was covered with blood, his eyes were swollen to the point that he couldn't open his eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly to look at me, and asked weakly, "...Yuan?"

I stepped forward to unlock his hand, put his arm on his shoulder, his head was close, and his body was full of bloody smell.

Helping him to lie down, he propped himself up and wanted to speak.

"I'm fine," I answered first, "I'm not punished."

He nodded and closed his eyes.