East China Sea dust

Chapter 109

Zhang Ningyue's strange chants-like tone was erratic, followed by a thick black mist.

The black air crawled on the blue brick and stone surface, climbed up along the ankles of the two, and finally turned into a touch of tulle, entangled in front of the eyes.

With the tulle blindfolded, a burst of dizziness suddenly hit, and the thick fog gradually sank into the seven orifices, making people suddenly black before falling into endless emptiness...

Zhang Qinglan felt dazed for a while, and when she came back to her senses, the scene around her had changed.

What crossed his forehead was the cold touch of the white jade floor tiles in the hall. It was only then that he realized that he was kneeling in the middle of the hall, holding a red rusty iron chain tightly in his right hand, not moving for a long time.

Those hands were obviously the hands of a young man, they hadn't grown out yet, and the part corroded by the iron chain had a few fine bloody cuts, and the pain was also mixed with a little itchiness.

... Consciousness seems to be soaked in a puddle of warm water, and for a moment it is difficult to distinguish what is real and what is illusory.

The sound of chime bells being struck all around resounded. The boy threw himself on the ground and was wearing a fox fur cloak.

The snow-white fox fur was mostly stained with dark red blood, and a thick layer of unmelted frost and snow fell on the shoulders. The chilling aura all over his body was incompatible with the palace that was still singing and dancing.

The dancer who was supposed to be on stage at this time was frightened by the blood-soaked boy and took a few steps back. She huddled in a circle, hiding behind the musician, not daring to take another half step.

The ministers sitting on both sides looked at each other, and the hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

It wasn't until a male voice sounded that the atmosphere that was almost dead was broken: "...Since father has allowed you to bring this slave back to the Shizi Mansion, third brother should get up quickly, so as not to affect the continuation of the banquet."

Hearing these words, the young man who couldn't kneel in the hall straightened up just now, the wound on his forehead opened, and the dark red blood dripped down his temples and hit the floor tiles made of suet jade, leaving behind The next meandering flower.

As a result, the iron chain in his hand shook, making a few hoarse and strange noises—everyone looked in the direction of the noise, only to find that the other end of the chain was hanging on the neck of a strong young man.

It was the middle of winter and the twelfth lunar month at this time, but the man was only wearing blood-stained cloth clothes, and he described it as more embarrassing than a teenager.Unkempt, covered with scars from being bitten by wild beasts, the flesh and blood on his right shoulder was torn, exposing the white bones underneath.

The young man seemed unaware of the scorching gaze of others. He straightened his back and half-kneeled. He first glanced at the young man who was speaking in front of the left, then withdrew his gaze, and stared straight at the man sitting on the high platform in front of him. The middle-aged man on the bed said calmly: "Father, is the eldest brother telling the truth?"

The man he called "Father" was dressed in fancy clothes, sitting cross-legged on a gold silk cushion, his face was livid.Hearing this, he vigorously threw the bronze wine bottle tightly in his hand to the high platform, and the wine bottle shattered with a crisp sound of "cha".

I don't know how much effort it took to suppress the anger in my heart. The veins on the back of Yu Guogong's hands were exposed. After a long time, he raised his hand and said in a rough voice: "It's up to you."

Only then did the young man loosen his brows, and then he began to kowtow to thank him in a polite manner. After finishing all the cumbersome etiquettes, he stood up, pulled the chain in his hand, lowered his eyes and summoned several guards to take the fainted young man from the ground. Carried away in the hall.

Bloodstains were left on the fat jade bricks and stones, mottled with stars, which was particularly dazzling.

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It was snowing outside, and the shadows of the trees were swaying, but inside Shizi's Mansion, there were red candles and warm coals, which strictly blocked the harsh wind and frost from the door.

The young man turned back and pulled back the carved wooden door, entered the room with a copper basin in one hand, opened the glazed bead curtain that was half hidden, and a faint smell of blood wafted out from the inner room.

At this time, the man who was lying on the long couch in the house saw him approaching, and immediately showed an unscrupulous smile on his face, with his uninjured hand resting behind his head, and the bandage wrapped around his head was white: "Oh, Our third young master is finally willing to go back home?"

The young man was short, with a thin layer of snow on his head, but he didn't even frown when he heard the man's hoarse voice. Heavy fox fur.

After shaking off the snowflakes on her clothes, Zhang Qinglan walked to the side of the long couch and quietly looked at the sleeping man in front of her.

The man's face was tattooed with ink characters carelessly, and there was a light white scar on the left eyebrow.With sword eyebrows and star eyes, he should have a dignified appearance, but because of the scar, he added a bit of evil spirit.

Ao Zhan has numerous bruises, big and small, and the most serious one is the gash on his shoulder caused by the bite of the wolf king... It has been half a month since the two of them were besieged by wolves in the deep mountains, but the wound is still there. It is still not cured, and the dressing must be changed and cleaned every day.

"What?" Seeing that he didn't say a word, Ao Zhan propped himself up and half sat up, moved closer and raised his hand to pinch the soft/flesh on the boy's cheek: "You look stupid?"

The slight pain on the face pulled Zhang Qinglan's erratic thoughts back, and took advantage of the situation to hold the man's left hand on her shoulder, a familiar but indescribable pain welled up in her heart.

At this moment, another violent dizziness hit him, causing him to take half a step back uncontrollably, groaning, his knees went limp as the sky spun—and he fell into an embrace full of bitter herbs.

The man's voice mixed with a little half-smile came from the top of his head: "If you don't agree with me, you will throw yourself into your arms, Xiao Shizi, what kind of routine are you doing?"

The young man who finally broke free from the dizziness froze. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the large bloodstain spread on the opponent's shoulder. Immediately, he stood up straight in a panic, and took out a slap from the copper basin at his feet. The big earthenware pot, with eye feathers hanging down, answered irrelevant questions: "I'll change the medicine for you."

The blood-soaked gauze was untied and dropped to the ground. The young man concentrated on cleaning the wound, changing the dressing, and finally re-wrapped the wound with clean gauze.

Ao Zhan sat beside the long couch, with one hand on his knee, watching Zhang Qinglan cut off the festering flesh and blood on his body with a small silver knife, without even frowning: "I heard the servant say , When the boss led people to forcibly break into the Taihe Banquet, he insisted on snatching me back from the national teacher, which made your father's face black with anger."

"Is this true?"

Zhang Qinglan's hands kept moving, and he frowned subtly when he said this: "The lineage of the national teacher has always acted ruthlessly and left no room for it. But since they dared to drive the captives and poor people into the mountains as human sacrifices behind their father's back, You have to be prepared for things to be revealed.”

"Since you are my son's personal guard," Zhang Qinglan gently applied the ointment to the horrific wound on the man's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Then you are my man."

When the young man said this, his eyes were slightly cold, his tone was calm, and he didn't care about the blood stains on his tender white fingertips. He said calmly: "It's impossible for outsiders to bully me."

As the last sentence fell, the boy's originally smooth movements froze immediately.

Suddenly, there was a low humming of a copper bell in his mind, and soon, the scene in front of him was like a freeze frame, and instantly froze with the sound of the bell that shook the mind.

The blankness in Zhang Qinglan's eyes only flickered for a moment, but when she regained her clarity, she found that she couldn't move.

The sound of howling wind and snow outside the window has long since disappeared, and there is only silence between the sky and the earth... The scene around him began to collapse bit by bit, and the man lying in front of him was also motionless, like a drop falling into clear water The ink, slowly dissipating, rippled.

Everything is like the moon in the water, flowers in the mirror, unable to distinguish, unable to struggle.

But in an instant, the surrounding scenes changed again.