Fengqi Jingshi

But others couldn't tolerate her thinking too much, a man came out from a dark corner, it was raining heavily, she didn't even have time to see the patch on his chest, so she heard him yell:
"Take it away, and put it in the prison of Dali Temple first!"

"No! No! I won't go, I won't go to the cell of Dali Temple, let me go, let me go!" Madam Jiang screamed, struggling, dragging her weak legs.Suddenly there was a pain in the back of her neck, a burst of gold stars flashed in front of her eyes, and a burst of tiredness hit her. She slowly closed her eyes and could no longer make any sound.

The soldiers kicked and kicked, escorted the people in the yard out one by one, and tied them into a string when they got outside.

Mother Jia was tied up in the middle, pushed and shoved from time to time, and stumbled to follow outside.She looked up, and the heavy rain fell from the sky like a torrent, blurring her vision, but she could still see Mrs. Jiang being dragged like a soaked rag.

She suddenly felt a little scared, a lady of the state was taken away suddenly like this, the prince didn't even show his face, and he didn't know any news in advance, so, since when, their every move was watched by Shen Junzhuo In your eyes?
After the panic in the Duke's Mansion, there was an astonishing silence.Except for the sound of crashing rain and the footsteps of the soldiers, no one spoke.

The servants either stood by the side of the road, or stood in the porch, or hid in the house, quietly watching the people in the proud house being taken away.

Shen Yu also got the news. When the servants and maids ransacked the house and ran around the yard, he was a little dazed. After he was dazed, his first reaction was to find Mrs. Jiang.

Someone knocked over the vase, someone knocked over the table, broken porcelain and water stains were scattered on the floor, the room was in a mess, since the last time he was injured, he hadn't recovered, sat up from the couch with difficulty, stumbled walked out.

Before he could go out, he was bumped by a little girl who ran over.When the little girl saw that it was him, before he could say anything, she turned her head and ran away in fright. He didn't even see who it was.

Going outside again, the servants in the yard were running around, he didn't care, and staggered out step by step.

The noble young man who was suave and suave in the past is now hunched over, with one hand covering his chest, and he has to stop to catch his breath after taking two steps.He was still dressed in white, and compared to before, his figure was much thinner, and he looked a little weak, his face was pale, and his hair was loosely tied.

There were soldiers in the uniform of the imperial army passing by in front of him, and those soldiers didn't look sideways at him, and didn't take him seriously at all.He stood and took a few breaths, the more he went in the direction of Ziyiju, the more soldiers there were, and the fewer servants of the Duke's Mansion.

After he woke up, he never saw Sixi again, the new boy was the same as the old boys, he didn't dare to follow him, he only dared to come over when he had something to say.But now, everyone is running away and there is no one to support him.

He stopped and walked, the wound on his chest was still causing pain, as long as his breathing became a little short, it would feel as if it would be torn open again.Days are painful and long.

Looking back now, he doesn't know what happened that day, he was so impulsive and reckless.He regretted it terribly, if that day hadn't happened, he wouldn't have been injured, wouldn't have been tortured by this pain day and night, Shu Yao wouldn't have left the Duke's mansion, and wouldn't have encountered the misfortune that followed.

The Sri Lankan has passed away, and his world is darkened.He blamed himself over and over again, the chest wound was the last memory she left him.