Thorn Qing

Chapter 1: Land

[land]

It was close to midnight when Qing Jiang was released, even with the bail of Fengxuhe and Gexian, it was inevitable that he would suffer a lot of flesh and blood.Qing Jiang knew that the orders from the eldest princess and Master Su were indispensable, so he just shrunk himself to cover his head and lower body.Fortunately, it was just punches and kicks, and the expected canes and knife stabs were omitted, so Qing Jiang could still stand up and walk out with the help of the wall.

"Qing Jiang." Looking at Qing Jiang who was in a defensive posture, Ishikimaru couldn't help but sighed, "It's me."

Qing Jiang took off his attacking stance, but the muscles of his lower body were still tense, and the toes of his hind feet changed directions so that he could escape in another direction.

"I want to say thank you." Ishikimaru didn't know how to say it better.

"Just for such a sentence, waiting here for me when I arrive?" Qing Jiang resumed his frivolous tone, "Is there any other plan, Master Ishikirimaru? I mean you want to recruit me into your command?"

"Qingjiang." Shiqiemaru stretched out his hand to grab Qingjiang's wrist, "Don't use such malice to speculate on others."

Qingjiang dodged Ishikimaru's hand, and the moment he hit the wall, he couldn't help feeling that he had made a mistake: "I'm so sorry, Master Ishikimaru, I only use this shameless method to communicate with adults."

Shi Qiemaru took another step closer, Qingjiang had no way to retreat, and faced with the questioning of Shiqie Maru, he showed a trace of panic: "I know you won't sell yourself, why bother to humiliate yourself like this?"

He heard Qingjiang's low laughter, and when he looked down, he could only see Qingjiang's neat long hair. Qingjiang laughed enough, and then replied: "You really overestimate me, it's not that I don't sell myself, it's just that they think That much money is enough to buy an obedient young lady or a second-rate prostitute, so no one has been willing to buy me. Don't talk to me about self-esteem... It started when I was stepped on in the face there is none left."

There was an embarrassing silence between the two, Qing Jiang took out a fire folder from his sleeve and lit it, the faint fire light against his face finally gained some popularity, Qing Jiang raised his head and looked at Ishikirimaru: "Not even a lantern Bring, you really can."

Ishikimaru finally knew how to answer, even in the middle of the night, there was still a little sweat on the tip of his nose, obviously anxious: "Since the eldest princess lifted the curfew, there are shops on the street that light up the lights all night, walk along there , can always go back.”

Qing Jiang raised his head slightly to look at Shiqiemaru's face, and finally said: "I'm hungry."

This time it was Ishikirimaru's turn to be dumbfounded, and then he saw the bruises on Qing Jiang's face from the light of the fire. Logically, he should take Qing Jiang to the medical clinic first, and then thought that Qing Jiang had been with Hachisu for a day, and because he wanted to Going to save himself was suppressed, and it was reasonable to say that he was hungry, so he asked Qingjiang: "Is there anything you want to eat?"

Qing Jiang lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head: "I know a very delicious wonton shop." Shi Qie Wan saw a strange light in his eyes, as innocent as a child.But that look disappeared only for a moment, Qingjiang gathered the outermost cloak and said: "But I think Ishikimaru-sama should go back earlier."

Shiqiemaru also didn't understand why he was willing to walk several streets with Qing Jiang, just to go to that delicious wonton shop in Qing Jiang's memory, maybe it was because Qing Jiang's expression at that moment was so cute, or maybe it was because he was also hungry up.It's just that he finally reached the place in his memory, and the cold wind woke up the beautiful dream in Qingjiang's memory. He squatted down facing the ruins left by the demolished house: "It's gone... ah."

Shiqiewan guessed right, it was the wonton shop that Qing Jiang had eaten in when he was a child. For such a child, any food that is different from home is delicious.What Shikieru guessed wrong was that Qingjiang knew about it—this store has been in decline for a few years since the house was raided, and it has long since disappeared.

"Qing Jiang?" Shi Qieru stretched out his hand to him, "I know a dim sum shop, come with me."

Shiqie Wan scooped up a spoonful of sweet soup and put it into his mouth. The sweet taste melted on the tip of his tongue. The store also sprinkled a little sweet-scented osmanthus, which made it even more sweet after chewing.Qing Jiang, who was sitting on the other side, asked for a thousand-pack of fans, and added two tablespoons of chili oil to one end to drive away the chill in his body.Shiqie Wan choked and coughed desperately just by smelling it, Qing Jiang consciously moved to a position, and brought the bowl to a position farther away from Shiqie Wan.

"Master Shiqiemaru, why bother." Qing Jiang picked up a thousand sheets, sucked enough soup and put it into his mouth, "I usually don't add so much chili oil, you can't smell the spiciness, can you?"

Shiqiewan originally wanted to ask Qing Jiang how he knew, Qing Jiang had already buried his head in the soup bowl and drank the soup with Kaiyang and seaweed, as if to avoid him asking such a question, he deliberately drank the soup "crash clatter "ring.

"Qingjiang, I won't force you." Hearing these words, Qingjiang's voice of drinking the soup disappeared, "You don't have to always call me Mr. Shiqiewan, Shiqiewan is fine."

Qing Jiang put down the bowl, and said word by word: "The man who told me that last time was kicked out of the Luan Wu Pavilion by me."

Ishikimaru let out an "oh".

"I asked him, are we familiar?" Qing Jiang picked up another Qian Zhang and stuffed it into his mouth, the taste was extremely delicious, and he squeezed his eyes at Shi Qie Wan.Shiqiewan couldn't help laughing, and asked the shopkeeper to add two more to Qingjiang.

"Then Qingjiang, do we know each other very well?" Shikieraru asked.

Qing Jiang had a mouthful of soup stuck in his mouth, he couldn't get up and down, and finally drank the soup in his mouth before looking at Shiqiewan: "Master Shiqiewan, are you serious?"

"I think we are already familiar enough to call each other's names." Shi Qiewan raised his head and finished drinking the sweet soup, "It was you who said your name at the beginning, wasn't it?"

"If you insist." Qing Jiang swallowed the thousands of buns in a few mouthfuls, and waved to the shopkeeper, "Don't add pure meat. If you have Kaiyang, add two more. If you have celery Kaiyang, please come to that."

Ishikimaru also said to the shopkeeper: "Then I will be the same as him."

Then Shiqiemaru accidentally discovered that Qingjiang is very edible.The king's rule is that he will not eat more than three mouthfuls of a dish, and it works from top to bottom, and the ministers will not eat too much when they are outside.Qing Jiang is obviously an exception. His aristocratic education seems to exclude food intake, or maybe he has been starving for many years and cannot eat enough. When he can eat, Qing Jiang eats an astonishingly large amount.After mopping up five bowls of fans, I ordered two more bowls of noodles, and finally snatched half a bowl of Shiqie Wan's sweet soup to drink.

"Full?" Ishikimaru asked, hiding the surprise in his heart.

Qing Jiang wiped the soup from his mouth, and replied: "Basically, I haven't eaten much in the past two days." He glanced at Shi Qie Wan's expression, and comforted him, "Don't sympathize with me, this is better than being in a dog. I don’t know how much I have eaten in my mouth.”

When Qing Jiang said this, he secretly observed Shi Qie Maru's expression, as expected, it was a subtle guilt, the more Qing Jiang pretended not to care on the surface, the deeper the thorn in Shi Qie Maru's heart.Qing Jiang drank another sip of white water, and forced himself to put that dark memory back into the box and put it away, "It's all over, so tearing up my own wound and showing it to Shiqiewan has achieved results, hasn't it?"

It's just that no matter how long the wound has passed, it still hurts when it is torn open again; no matter how deep the memory is buried, it is still dripping with blood when it pops out again, without any sign of beautification.

"Shen Shen..." Qing Jiang bit his lip, silently chanting the name in his heart.

The sound of Shiqiemaru throwing broken silver horns on the table awakened Qing Jiang again. He got up and was about to thank him and return to the Luanwu Pavilion. Shiqiemaru took his arm: "Are you going back to such a cold place?"

Qing Jiang was stunned for a moment, he was not sure what Shi Qie Wan meant, he thought that eating supper with Shi Qie Wan was already the limit of closer relationship, and Shi Qie Wan's actions obviously exceeded Qing Jiang's cognition of their relationship.

Shiqiemaru tightened his arm, and said in his tone that he could not refuse: "Let's go to the inn tonight."

The story of Ishikimaru Jinwu Zangjiao, which is widely rumored in the imperial capital, started here. According to the rumor, the beauty with waist-length hair and sideburns like green clouds scattered three thousand black silks and ran all the way holding Ishikimaru's hand. Her slender waist was wrapped in In the overly wide cloak, fluttering like a butterfly, the white skirt flutters, revealing the beautiful ankles, which is hazy under the moonlight but has a real sense of beauty.

In fact, Qingjiang has never run. In order to take care of Shiqiemaru's feet, he can even slow down his speed and treat it as a digestion; there are no beautiful ankles. Soap boots are the standard equipment given to the servants by the eldest princess. Qingjiang has not Willing to change this free pie; the only thing that is the same is that Qing Jiang does have loose hair and a cloak, and she looks far from the rumored beauty.Shiqiemaru chose a not-closed inn at the corner with the warmest lights, and beckoned Qing Jiang to go in. In the halo of the background, Shikieru's smile seemed unreal.

It is difficult for Qingjiang to explain what happened to his heart at that moment. People who once had warmth and lost it most desire warmth, and in his day-to-day life of a mechanical assassin, there is such a warm variable as Ishikirimaru. , even knowing that it was using Ishikimaru's kindness, even knowing that Ishikimaru is equally kind to everyone.

"That's something you can't touch..." Qing Jiang looked away from Ishikimaru's face, and followed Ishikimaru into the inn.Shiqiewan insisted on only one room, Qing Jiang was silent for a while without any objection, and habitually filled Shiqiewan with hot water for him to wash, and spread the quilt for him while Shiqiewan was washing.

When Shiqiemaru came out in his pajamas, Qing Jiang was already curled up on another bed and fell asleep—maybe it was just a slumber, but Shiqiemaru didn't care too much. He looked at his neatly laid bed and sighed, shaking it gently Shake Qingjiang: "Let's take a bath before going to sleep, it will be more comfortable."

Compared with Qing Jiang who was asleep, Qing Jiang who was sober with low brows made Shi Qieraru look more sad. His brows were slightly frowned, and there was always a sense of irritability in his expression, and he even clenched his hands tightly.Shiqiemaru doesn't know where he saw it, people who sleep on their side lack a sense of security, and Qing Jiang is exactly like this——

Shiqiemaru turned his head to avoid Qing Jiang's fist.Qing Jiang's thumb protruded from the gap between the index finger and middle finger, and the sharp nails could poke any place that would tear Shiqie Wan's skin to pieces.

"Ishikirimaru is big...Ishikirimaru." Qing Jiang sat up, relaxed from his guard, and subconsciously wanted to push his bangs behind his ears and then stopped, "If you attack me while I'm sleeping...you might be caught kill?"

Ishikimaru was very surprised. According to Qing Jiang's temperament, he should apologize sincerely... No, that might just be Qing Jiang's disguise. The real Qing Jiang is the one who is extremely defensive but can convey his true intentions with frivolous words .Shiqiemaru subconsciously looked at Qingjiang's hand, which had calluses from holding knives for many years.

Shiqiemaru repeated what he said just now, Qing Jiang thought about it and went to change the water, and took off his clothes and left them on the bed without worrying about Shiqiemaru being by his side.Shiqiemaru did see the traces of the burn, which spread from the neck to half of Qingjiang's right back, devouring his shoulder blades and back muscles, until the tailbone disappeared.

With a sound of "哗啦", Shiqiewan was sure that Qingjiang had entered the water, so he asked: "Qingjiang, I will redeem your body for you, how about you follow me?"

Qing Jiang's lazy voice came from the bathtub: "I didn't sell myself to Luan Wu Pavilion, now I quit, you will pay the fine from the government."

"You know I can afford it," Ishikirimaru persuaded.

"Please allow me to refuse. This is very good now." Qing Jiang's voice was still muffled.

"Then how about I be your guest?" Shiqiemaru regretted after asking this sentence, Qingjiang's laughter came from the other end, and it took a while to stop: "The one I am serving is going to cry. The man who went to Mrs. Bamboo's banquet unexpectedly fell in love with her servant..." Qing Jiang's ending sound raised a bit, "Could it be that you, like me, like men?"

Ishikirimaru paused, he began to think about whether he really likes men.Before Qing Jiang mentioned it, he once thought that he might only be by God's side in his whole life...

"Qingjiang, I think..." Shikimaru suddenly realized that there had been no response from the tub for too long. "Qingjiang! Qingjiang!" Shiqiemaru rushed into the cubicle, smiled wryly at Qingjiang who was already asleep, dried his body and carried him to the bed.

When Qingjiang woke up, his mind was still a little groggy. This is not a good sign. After confirming that he had gained the trust of Ishikimaru, he actually wanted to trust Ishikimaru... Qingjiang wanted to raise his hand, but unexpectedly found that it was not because he was too Relax to get a good night's sleep.

He should have been given Mafeisan.

This fact made Qingjiang suddenly want to jump up from the bed, but he was unable to do what he wanted, and most of his body was still in a state of paralysis. What made him realize that he was unable to move was that he was lying on the bed, with many needles on his back, and the The bruise exudes a faint ointment smell, not the pungent smell of the dog skin plaster that the old doctor put on, on the contrary, it also has a little herbal fragrance.

"Okay... I fell asleep in the bathtub last night." Qing Jiang slumped on the pillow.Which medical center this is, I don't need to think about it, I know that Shiqiewan has become a good old man again.

"You are really nervous," Qing Jiang subconsciously tensed the muscles on his back when he heard the voice behind him, "That numbness is enough for you to sleep for a day and a night, but you only slept for five hours."

Qing Jiang relaxed again and fell on the bed: "Zongsan, can you tell me what's going on now?"

"Shiqiewan sent you to the medical clinic to pay for the medicine, and I happened to go there for the surgery." Zong San sat down next to Qing Jiang, "You can be satisfied if you can still sleep in my room."

Qing Jiang turned his face to Zong San, his bangs even covered his originally exposed golden eyes, Zong San gently pulled his face, tearing off the buttocks with burn marks on his face.Qing Jiang deliberately gasped twice after suffering the pain, and then lifted his bangs: "Both medicine and needles are medicine research?"

"He's so free." Zong San handed him a bowl of black-painted medicine, "I just gave you the medicine according to the Mafeisan prescription left before, and I gave the injection and the medicine. "

"You really love me." Qing Jiang took the medicine and drank it down, the bitterness of the medicine rolled over his heart.Zong San handed him another cup of tea, and Qing Jiang drank it without looking at it, to dilute the taste of medicine in his mouth.

"Qingjiang, what are you thinking now, can you tell me clearly?" Zong San clamped his bangs with a clip, "Mr. Shen didn't order you to sell yourself, right?"

Qing Jiang was silent for a while, then raised his head: "Maybe I really have to sell myself this time."

Zong San stared at him with a rare expression of surprise, which turned into suspicion, and finally he lowered his voice: "Are you going to approach him no matter what?"

Qing Jiang nodded slightly: "Mr. Shen's instruction is that it would be the best if he can win him over. If not, give him a fatal blow in the back. He will arrange for the guilty sister to meet Ishikirimaru and fight at night."

"Qingjiang, you don't have to go to that point." Zong San grabbed his hand and spoke faster and faster, "You can completely hang out with Mrs. Bamboo and give him a knife. There are so many dead men around her, hold on!" An Ishikirimaru is so difficult..."

"Zong San." Qing Jiang interrupted him, "Mr. Shen and I want total trust."

Zong San looked at him for a long time, raised his hand and waved in front of his red eyes, and finally covered his entire right eye: "Do you also know that Mrs. Bamboo can't be trusted..."

"She has a child. That's her weakness," Qing Jiang closed her eyes obediently, "As long as the father of that child is not Mr. Shen, I can't trust her wholeheartedly. I know she has always wanted to get out of Mr. Shen's control... ..." He smiled wryly, "But it's not that simple to be a good person, to be a good person... I didn't put myself in the position of a normal person from the beginning."

Before he really fell into another round of sleep, he heard Zongsan say: "Then... don't fall in love with Ishikirimaru, Qingjiang."

Don't fall in love with Ishikirimaru because of the little bit of warmth and kindness that anyone can give, Aoe.Zong San knew Qing Jiang again and again, but Ishikirimaru's character is too easy to attract people in the dark, but even if the fire is warm, moths that jump into the fire will still be burned to death.Didn't Mrs. Bamboo fall in love with a man sent by Su Xing because of such a little bit of light?

Zongsan brushed Qing Jiang's eyelids with his slender fingers, thinking that even if Ishikirimaru and Qing Jiang didn't have the gap of identity and the natural moat of camp, it would be difficult to get together, right?Ishikirimaru will eventually marry a girl from Kobizen or another family, and Aoe will return home with a beauty from Kotoru or the Kanesada family.

If it is not a piece in this game, it will be in that game.