She felt like her body was about to burst, death enveloped her, and there was endless darkness in front of her eyes, but in fact she didn't open her eyes at all.
She hasn't seen the sunshine outside for a long time.
Although he is in darkness, he is still so sensitive to everything around him.
I feel like a lonely boat drifting in a lonely sea, with no direction, hunger, cold, fear everywhere...
He wanted to struggle to sit up, but after moving, he suddenly remembered that he no longer had his legs, nor his right hand.
What else can you do with your left hand?
Its existence may still have some meaning.
For example, when others bring you swill, you can still use it to survive.
In fact, there is no point in living like this, but they don't let themselves die. They always drink something that can be regarded as food when they are about to die.
The dark air is filled with the smell of decay, maybe it's the straw in the corner, maybe it's the smell of its own decay.
"Squeak——"
The door of the woodshed was finally opened, but the sound of heavy footsteps filled me with uneasiness and fear.
Jingxi wanted to hide herself, but the dazzling light made her tremble suddenly, "Don't... don't..."
That voice was obviously as gentle as jade, but it was like a demonic voice urging death, screaming for his own death.
"Is she willing to say it?"
The person who answered was Fu Sheng, the boy who had been following Yun Qing and the person Yun Qing trusted the most.
"Still unwilling to speak."
The footsteps were approaching again, and it seemed like someone was squatting in front of him, but Jingxi could no longer see him, and he just felt uncomfortable with a pair of eyes staring at him.
"Don't tell me? In this case, it has no value. Just throw her on the street and let her die on her own."
"Throw it on the street? But there are many snakes, insects, rats, and ants on the street, so I'm afraid it will stink..."
"It stinks just because it stinks. She is lucky to be swallowed by those things."
The man seemed to have stood up, and most of the light in front of him was blocked again.
Die in a dark corner, die in a bustling street, die in a silent heap of insects.
Live to let snakes, insects, rats and ants burrow into your body, live to feel them eating you, live...
Jingxi shuddered, her voice was hoarse, and when she opened her mouth, her lips cracked, and blood oozed out, with a sweet taste.
"I said...I said..."
Chen Mohan was sitting in the room at this time, his face full of irritation.
A female servant was gently rubbing her temples, but the cold touch of the girl's fingertips did not make her feel any less anxious.
She had long known that Jingxi had been captured by Yun Qing, and she had gone to find Yun Qing, but this brat dared not to see her.
He wanted to go to Yun Qi, but Yun Qing informed Yun Qi early, and they both ignored him.
Now that these days have passed, I don’t know what is going on with Jingxi now. Can she keep her mouth shut?
Really irritated, she opened the girl's hand and said, "Go, go, get out of here!"
The incense burning in the corner of the room spread out, and she seemed to feel a little dull, so she waved.
"Stop, open the window, you're not afraid of suffocating me to death! One or two of them are looking for trouble with me!"
As the windows opened, the cold air drifted in, taking away most of the warmth in the room.
Chen Mohan picked up the hot tea and wanted to take a sip, but before it could be brought to his mouth, it dropped on the table in annoyance.
He simply propped up his face and closed his eyes and fell asleep, but his frowning brows did not relax.
"boom!"
Suddenly, the door of the room was kicked open. Chen Mohan was startled. He opened his eyes and stood up in panic.
It was Yun Qing who came in, with a straight face and a somewhat ugly expression.
Chen Mohan swallowed, but still put on his airs and scolded: "Yun Qing? Is this how you come to visit your mother? Are you afraid that others don't know that I raised your son?!"
Yun Qing glanced at Fu Sheng behind him, and Fu Sheng wisely withdrew and closed the door.
I heard Fu Sheng's rather cold voice coming from outside, "You all should go, the eldest son has something to say to the second lady."
Chen Mohan frowned and sat down aside, "What are you doing?"
Yun Qing's expression remained as usual, "Mom, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Chen Mohan was a little flustered, but he still said calmly: "What do I have to say to you? Isn't it your sister A-Zhuo who is the only one you have eyes for? Your biological sister has never seen you care so much."
Seemingly a little angry, she turned her face to the side.
"The son of the second brother is very caring to the daughter of the first brother. What do you want me to say?! Humph, even now I know that you have a grandmother. Isn't she usually around that girl Yunzhuo?"
"If Yunzhuo has been raised by me, it would be understandable that you would be close to her, but why are you so indifferent to other people? I'm afraid that girl Yunzhuo..."
Seeing that Chen Mohan started to speak erratically, Yun Qing's face suddenly turned ugly.
He interrupted Chen Mohan coldly, "Mom! Do you think I don't know about this?!"
Chen Mohan was startled and stood up quickly, trying to let his voice drown out Yun Qing's.
"What do you know or don't you know?! What on earth do you want to say?!"
Yun Qing was not angry but smiled, and just looked at Chen Mohan faintly from the side.
"Mom, Jingrou, you asked Jingxi to bury her alive, right?"
Chen Mohan paused and said calmly: "I'm just an inconspicuous girl, why bother you so much? Haha."
"Is it really just a maid thing?"
His voice was light and airy, as if he already knew the answer, but he was just willing to stare at you.
He kept forcing Chen Mohan to tell what he already knew.
Chen Mohan sat down again. The man in front of him was his son no matter what. What did he have to worry about?
She raised her eyes slightly and said, "I asked Jingxi to do it, what? Do you want to vindicate a girl?"
Yun Qing stood in front of Chen Mohan, condescending and with an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"That's a living human life. Mom, don't you know how to repent at all?"
Chen Mohan still looked indifferent, "Human life? Oh, Yun Qing, do you know your identity? What kind of identity are you using to interrogate your mother now?!"
She sighed helplessly, as if she had a headache, and rubbed her temples with her fingers.
But in Yun Qing's eyes, this was more like a hidden subconscious action.
"Yunqing, I don't want to argue with you. Send Jingxi back to me. After all, he is the person next to me. How dare you touch him?"
But Yun Qing just replied calmly, "The person is already dead, and it will only be a corpse when he is sent back. Grandma, do you still want it?"
Hearing this, Chen Mohan was furious.
She immediately slapped the case and stood up. She could no longer hide the emotion on her face. She raised her hand to slap Yun Qing, but she still stopped.
She looked like she hated iron and said, "Yun Qing, Yun Qing, why do you always turn to Yun Zhuo?"
Chen Mohan patted his chest, "I am the one who gave birth to you and raised you! Do you know what you are doing now?!"
Yun Qing still looked indifferent, "Why did you kill Jingrou? Did she know something she shouldn't know?"
Chen Mohan looked straight at Yun Qing and replied word by word: "It's just that the girl without a master has made a mistake. Why not give me a little punishment?!"
She approached Yun Qing step by step, "Why, because of this trivial matter, you want to yell at your mother, even kill the people around me, and now you come to show off your power in front of me?"
Yun Qing chuckled, "It's best this way, Mom."
He shouted stiffly, but without any emotion.
He no longer paid attention to Chen Mohan behind him, and just walked towards the door on his own.
When he walked to the door, his body froze, and he said a few words lightly.
"You also raised Yun Zhuo, but I have never seen you show any sympathy for Yun Zhuo."
After Yun Qing left, Chen Mohan angrily threw the teacup on the table at the door, and the broken porcelain pieces flew everywhere with unbearable anger.
Fu Sheng, who was waiting outside, saw Yun Qing come out and just nodded slightly, "The second lady probably just dislikes Jingrou."
After all, until now, it has not been found that Yunzhuo's entry into the battlefield has anything to do with her.
But Yun Qing just looked back and said, "Regardless of whether it's related or not, just don't let her get close to A Zhuo again."
In fact, Fu Sheng was also very surprised as to why his young master cared so much about Yun Zhuo, even more than he cared about Yun Sheng.
But the young master didn't want to say more, so naturally he wouldn't ask.
Who knew that this time Yun Qing would say it himself, "Are you also wondering why I treat A Zhuo like this?"
Fu Sheng didn't speak, just listened silently.
"A'Zhuo's biological mother died in childbirth because of the Second Madam. If the Second Madam hadn't insisted on her own way, she would have given birth to an only son. The old Madam was partial and that's why she was like this.
A Zhuo... I have no choice, this is the only way I can make up for the second wife's guilt towards A Zhuo..."
Fu Sheng was silent for a while, "Young master, you don't have to do this. It will only chill the second lady's heart. After all, the second lady..."
Maybe I wanted to say something because I knew about Fu Sheng, but after waving my hand, Fu Sheng said no more.
The weather gradually became colder, and Feng Qi stood alone in front of the window looking at the heavy rain outside.
In the heavy rain, the leaves were played and swished like the ancient phoenix.
Feng Qi sniffed it vigorously, but it still smelled as good as before. She still held the sachet given to her by Chenchi in her hand.
He once said that this smell could cover up the smell of blood on his body, which seemed to be true, but Feng Qi didn't like it.
If a villain forgets the smell of blood on his body, he may forget that his hands are full of blood, and he may even forget what kind of person he is.
"Are you really willing to be a knife?"
A refreshing male voice came from behind, but his voice was obviously suppressed and seemed to be mixed with some anger.
"Do you know that what you are doing now is sinful and wrong?"
What he was probably talking about was that Feng Qi kept eradicating dissidents for Wan Shitong every month, but Feng Qi didn't care at all.
She did not turn around, but said calmly: "If the murder knife is guilty, then what about the person who was killed?"
This time, Huaizhun was silent. Huaizhun looked at Feng Qi's figure and said nothing, but the look in his eyes was quite complicated.
"Once you get into something, you can never get out of it."
Feng Qi finally turned around and said calmly: "Senior brother, but I have already fallen into it."
"The people over there may be coming over soon. I hope the guy in the dungeon can still protect you."
Seeing that Feng Qi remained silent, Huaizhun took a few steps forward and reached out his hand to touch Feng Qi's hair.
But Feng Qi took a step back to avoid his movement. Huaizhun's hanging hand seemed a little at a loss, and he just put it down.
He smiled bitterly, "You wouldn't have been like this before."
Feng Qi's eyes were a little dodgeful. There were too many things in her heart, just like a cup full of water, one day it would leak out.
"Fengqi, will you come back?"
His light question made Feng Qi fall into a long silence, but he couldn't even give a simple answer.
Suddenly there was the sound of someone talking outside. It was someone from the Yun Mansion who had sent someone to pick up Yun Zhuo.
Yun Qing really means what he says.
Huaizhun didn't wait for Fengqi's answer. He looked a little disappointed and was about to leave.
"Senior brother."
Feng Qi suddenly relaxed, "Senior brother, I am still Feng Qi, and I am still your junior sister. There has never been any change in this."
Huaizhun paused, but did not speak or turn around. This chapter has been completed!
