The moment the lips were pressed together, Shen Tuchuan's eyes darkened, and the murderous intent swept from the depths of his heart. He clenched his fists so tightly that he didn't kill her in this busy city.
This killing intent only appeared for a moment, and in the next second, the brain was covered by the word 'soft'. The little girl who suddenly approached was pure and enthusiastic, with a vigorous life force like a sunflower on her body. Smelling the faint fragrance of her body, Shen Tu Chuan was attracted uncontrollably.
Regardless of whether it was killing intent or attraction, he suppressed it with strong willpower, and it didn't take long for his eyes to calm down, as if nothing had happened.
Another firework exploded, Ji Ting's eyes twitched, and he hurriedly took a step back, bowing his knees nervously to apologize: "My lord, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, I just..."
"It was just an accident, why worry." Shen Tuchuan's faint voice sounded.
She raised her head nervously, trying to see something in Shen Tuchuan's eyes, but unfortunately his eyes were like a bottomless cold pool at midnight, not only could she not see anything at the moment they looked at each other, but she almost lost her soul. drown in it. Ji Ting hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look at him anymore, maybe it was because of the fireworks, she felt her face was very hot.
Shen Tuchuan stared coldly at the top of her head, and after a while asked in a calm voice that didn't match his expression, "Do you still eat candied haws?"
Ji Ting swallowed: "No, don't eat."
"I'll take you back." After Shen Tuchuan finished speaking, he walked towards the Shangshu Mansion.
Ji Ting hesitated for a moment, Xiao Bu chased after him, always following behind him three steps away. The two of them walked out of the busy city one after the other, and their ears were finally much clearer, and Ji Ting could even hear his rapid breathing.
She carefully looked at the back of the man in front of her, and found that he hadn't changed at all. Seven years have passed, and his shoulders seem to have broadened a lot, making his waist even thinner... He looks like a girl, and his face is also as beautiful as a girl. If he is a girl, I don't know the title of the most beautiful woman in Kyoto. On whose head will it fall
The more Ji Ting thought about it, the more shameful he became, the corners of his lips gradually raised.
"In a good mood?" Shen Tuchuan seemed to have eyes on the back of his head.
Ji Ting was taken aback, and quickly restrained his emotions: "No." Anyway, he is now the owner of the East Factory. If she dared to say that she regarded him as a girl, he might kill herself.
Shen Tuchuan took a slow step, and when Ji heard the notice, he walked to his side and walked forward with him: "I just think it's a great honor for the dignified governor to send me home in person, so I couldn't hold back Laughed out."
This explains her good mood just now.
Shen Tuchuan glanced at her: "People in the world avoid Dongchang like snakes and scorpions, and only you who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth will feel honored."
Ji Ting didn't know what to say, so she smiled embarrassingly and said awkwardly: "It's different, I take you as a friend." Although she didn't quite agree with her friend's cruelty, she still couldn't help getting close to Shen Tuchuan in her heart.
"You are not afraid of death." Shen Tuchuan said without emotion.
Ji Ting didn't know why, it was obviously not that cold, but he shivered at his words, and when she wanted to appreciate Shen Tuchuan's expression just now, Shen Tuchuan had already moved on.
Ji Ting didn't speak any more, and followed behind him obediently, and the two of them soon arrived in front of Shangshu's mansion. When Ji Ting was about to knock on the door, he thought for a while and then put his hand down, looked at Shen Tuchuan cautiously and asked: "It will be my birthday in two days, can you come to my house as a guest?"
Shen Tuchuan remained silent, Ji Ting's heart was hanging high.
"Do you know who I am?" After a long time, Shen Tuchuan asked expressionlessly.
Ji Ting smiled: "Shen Tuchuan, the owner of the East Factory."
"Since you know that I am the owner of the East Factory, you should know that it is not a good thing for any official to get too close to me." Shen Tuchuan looked at her.
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and said, "Well, why don't you come secretly? Or let's make an appointment and meet secretly."
"Why do you have to see me?"
When Ji Ting was asked, she racked her brains and couldn't figure out why she wanted him to come over so much. Shen Tuchuan looked at her calmly all the time, seeing that she couldn't think of it, he said lightly: "Since you can't think of it, then forget it..."
"I thought of it!" Ji Ting was afraid that he would not come, so he hurriedly interrupted him, "Because I like Lord Governor!"
The word 'like' was like a sharp sword, piercing Shen Tuchuan's heart. It took him a while to recover, and he suppressed the sarcasm in his heart and glanced at her: "If Mrs. Ji is here, I hear you Such outrageous words will definitely hit you."
"I, I, I didn't mean that," Ji Ting blushed as if he was getting familiar, "I like you as a friend, and besides, you saved me back then, you are my savior, so, so I just want to ... Do you understand?" She was so anxious that she couldn't speak, and she could only pray that Shen Tuchuan could understand.
Shen Tuchuan stared at her face, and lowered his eyes after a while: "If I have official business on that day, I'm afraid I won't be able to come."
"If you don't have official business, will you come?!" Ji Ting immediately grasped the meaning of his words, his eyes were brighter than the moon in the sky, "That's what you say, if you are free, you must come ! Pull the hook!"
As she spoke, she stretched out her little finger towards him. Under the moonlight, Shen Tuchuan's eyes were cold, and he couldn't be connected with such a thing as Lagou. But Ji Ting didn't care about that, seeing that he hadn't moved, he took his hand and hooked his little finger on his little finger.
Being held by her soft hand, Shen Tuchuan's first feeling was warmth. This kind of warmth was something he had never experienced since he was born, and it gave him a strange sense of strangeness. The hands were hooked together for a short moment and then released, the warmth disappeared, and his hands returned to loneliness again.
"Then we've made a deal!" Ji Ting smiled with his eyes crooked, and his face was astonishingly beautiful.
Shen Tuchuan refused to look at her: "Go back."
"Um!"
After Ji Ting answered, he turned around and went home. When the door of the Shangshu Mansion was closed between the two of them, Ji Ting stood inside the door for a moment, and then went back to his little courtyard with the good mood of his upcoming birthday. However, Shen Tuchuan, who was outside the door, stood still and did not leave.
After an unknown amount of time, a luxuriously decorated carriage sped up to Shen Tuchuan, and the driver was none other than Eunuch Li, whom Ji's mother and daughter met on the steps of the Buddhist temple a few days ago.
"Master, the emperor wants to see you."
Shen Tuchuan's eyes gradually turned cold, and after glancing at the visitor, he got into the carriage. Eunuch Li squeezed his sweat, put down the curtain of the carriage, and threw a whip on the horse pulling the carriage. The horse neighed and ran forward desperately. It took less than a stick of incense to rush straight to the palace. .
In the main palace bedroom, the smell of medicine lingers for a long time, and there is a decaying smell in the room for a long time. The two smells are intertwined, making people breathless. It was clearly the season of early autumn, and it wasn't too cold outside, but inside the hall, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the gaps were stuffed with muslin, so as not to let the outside wind blow into the house.
When Shen Tuchuan entered the door, there was a foul smell coming from the shop. His eyes were like the twelfth lunar month in winter, bringing a chill to the sweltering room, and the servants in the palace all shivered, kneeling down to salute him respectfully.
He walked into the room with a blank expression, and when he arrived at the dragon couch, a little maid was holding a spittoon in front of the emperor, but the emperor deliberately vomited on her hand, and seeing the little maid tremble, it seemed like something was amused lol. After laughing a few times, something stuck in his throat, and his face flushed instantly.
The imperial physician who had been on duty in the palace for many years hurried over to help him, while Shen Tuchuan stood aside, neither stepped forward nor left, without any fluctuation on his face.
The emperor slowed down, staring at the little maid with dirty eyes: "You come to bed tonight."
The little palace maid who had been trembling all the time turned pale after hearing these words, but under the emperor's gaze, she still nodded tremblingly.
When the little palace lady retreated, the emperor finally looked at Shen Tuchuan straightly: "How is the fifth prince and his party doing?"
"Return to the emperor, the last two were arrested today, and all of them have been arrested now." Shen Tuchuan said with downcast eyes.
The emperor nodded: "I have always been at ease when you do things. These rebels will also be handed over to Dongchang for interrogation, and Dali Temple will not need to interrogate."
"Yes."
The emperor coughed, glanced at Shen Tuchuan's handsome face, and shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that I don't touch masculinity. It's a pity that you leave this face like this." He paused after speaking , asked jokingly, "Why don't I give you to King Shengyuan? He was a manly man all his life. If he got you, he might be grateful for my kindness, so he wouldn't always gossip with me behind his back."
"If your majesty doesn't want King Shengyuan to make irresponsible remarks, you can just go and kill him directly." Shen Tuchuan was not shocked.
The emperor laughed, because he was afraid that he would choke from laughing like just now, so he restrained his joy very much: "Shentu is my favorite, how can I be willing to give you to others, then I will leave this matter to you. Do things in a comprehensive manner, and don't fall behind."
"Yes."
After just saying this paragraph, the emperor's face showed a tired look, and he asked after a while: "Isn't it going to be the election of the show girl in a few days?"
"Yes."
"The harem has been empty for so many years, so it's time to add some newcomers." The emperor opened his cloudy eyes, "Ji Aiqing's family, the number one beauty in Kyoto, is married now?"
"I don't know about the humble job," Shen Tuchuan paused after speaking, a bright smiling face appeared in his mind, he was silent for a moment and added lightly, "Maybe there are."
"Are you not sure? Then ask someone to check it out. If there is no marriage, you can go directly to the draft girl..." The emperor said, his eyelids gradually became heavy, "Okay, you go out."
"Yes."
Shen Tuchuan turned around and went to the outer room, where he started to be on duty. In the blink of an eye, it was night, he glanced at the hourglass on the table, and called someone over: "It's time for the concubine to go to bed, where is the maid serving the emperor today?"
"Re-return to Governor, that maid, she committed suicide!" The palace man replied with red eyes.
Shen Tuchuan poured a cup of tea, took a sip slowly and then raised the corners of his lips: "The suicide of a palace maid is a serious crime that affects the family. Does she want the family to die together?"
The palace servant seemed to have a good relationship with the court lady who committed suicide. Hearing this, he knelt on the ground and said, "Master Governor, please spare her family. This servant is willing to serve the emperor instead of her!"
Shen Tuchuan looked at her with clear eyes: "You want me to deceive the king with you?"
"Slaves, slaves don't dare!" the palace man said hurriedly.
Shen Tuchuan raised the corners of his lips: "Idiot."
The palace man was stunned for a moment by being scolded. Eunuch Li, who saw the situation as soon as he came in and understood what was going on, kicked the palace man: "Idiot, you are acting righteously at this time. If the replacement is revealed, you will die." This is your family!"
Suddenly being mentioned as a family member, the palace servant suddenly woke up, knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "This servant is confused, this servant is confused, please forgive me, please..."
"Okay, get out!" Eunuch Li scolded.
The palace people rolled away in a hurry, and the outside became quiet. Eunuch Li looked at Shen Tuchuan hesitatingly, unable to speak for a long time.
"What do you want to say?" Shen Tuchuan looked at him.
Eunuch Li bite the bullet and said: "The imperial physician just prescribed a soothing prescription for the emperor. After taking it, the emperor should sleep until noon tomorrow, so he doesn't need to go to bed. I also know that maid. She was fourteen years old. Entering the palace, she is only sixteen now, it is really pitiful, her family..."
"Let her go today, and tomorrow someone else will imitate her and kill herself. Is it possible that the emperor has to serve soothing soup every time?" Shen Tuchuan said with cold eyes, "Go and arrest her family members, and execute them in the palace in a few days. It is time to ask all the palace people to come and see, I want to see, after this incident, who dares to commit suicide easily."
"...Yes." Eunuch Li left with a complicated expression.
Shen Tuchuan guarded the outside room all night, until the emperor woke up the next day, and only left after obtaining permission.
The sun was just rising, and the sunlight fell on Shen Tuchuan's shoulders, but it couldn't drive away the coldness on his body. He returned to the Prison of Rituals with a blank expression, and before he could enter the door, a young eunuch ran over: "Master, a letter has arrived from outside the palace."
Shen Tuchuan walked forward without looking sideways: "Whose."
"It was sent from Shangshu Mansion, but there was no private seal of Gai Ji Shangshu on it. I wanted to throw it away, but I was afraid that something would delay it, so..."
Before he finished speaking, the letter in the little eunuch's hand was taken away. He was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his head, there was no one in front of him.
After Shen Tuchuan returned to the house, he opened the letter. The four or five pieces of letter paper inside were filled with nonsense. In conclusion, he was asked to remember to find her. Shen Tuchuan calmly put the letter paper on the table, without even realizing it, his eyes seemed to relax a lot.
Pausing for a moment, he got up and went to the desk to take out the letter paper, and wrote only three words on it, "I will go", and just finished writing the third word, he paused, staring at the letter paper for a long time, until Accidentally dripped ink on the paper, so he put down his hair angrily, turned around and asked someone to bring hot water into the house.
Every time the governor came back from the emperor, he would change all the clothes on his body and wash them clean from the inside to the outside. This has been a tradition for many years, so when he gave an order, several young eunuchs immediately carried hot clothes. The water came in and quickly filled the barrel.
After Shen Tuchuan waited for everyone to leave, he took off his clothes and entered the water. The hot water gradually relaxed his brain, and he finally let out some laziness.
It wasn't until the water became icy cold, and the body also became cold, that the dirty medicine smell on his body seemed to dissipate a little. He slowly opened his eyes, and before he stood up, he took off his clothes and put them on, regardless of the fact that his clothes were soaked in water, he went straight out of the water.
There is a bronze mirror in the room, which is big enough to reflect his whole figure. He stood in front of the bronze mirror in his wet clothes, and looked at the man with soft brows and eyes and a cold air, and a slight mockery appeared in his eyes. .
He has a secret, a secret that no one knows.
When he was twelve years old, he was beaten into a coma by several eunuchs. After waking up, he vaguely had some memories that he should not have. , there will always be a woman, this woman gives him love and warmth, brings him the only light in a dark life, and then—
Take his life with your own hands.
She was like his doomed catastrophe, he couldn't help being tempted when he met her, and then he paid the price with his life for being tempted. Life after life, repeating endlessly, unable to break free for a moment.
And in this life, he would never allow such an ending to happen again. Shen Tuchuan looked at himself in the mirror with cold and firm eyes. At the age of twelve, he not only had more memories of his previous life, but also suddenly knew his own destiny in this life. When he saw that his final ending was to die at the hands of the concubine, he made up his mind to change.
For so many years, by virtue of his understanding of everything in this life, he climbed step by step from a little eunuch cleaning the bucket to the position of governor. In order to change his fate, the first blood on his hands was the eunuch Concubine, the old woman, and then those who had bullied him, step by step, no one wanted to escape.
He put his hands on his hip bones, and the self in the mirror made the same movement. Shen Tuchuan looked at himself in the mirror, and the corners of his lips curled up a little. He has a mark here, which cannot be seen before the age of twelve. Through the memories of his previous life, he vaguely knows that the mark is the accumulation of hatred in his heart. As long as the hatred remains, he will be able to live forever.
To survive is his greatest obsession in this life, and to survive incomplete is the greatest source of hatred in his heart.
As long as he can live, what about notoriety, what about blood flowing like a river, as long as he can live, what about bearing the burden of everyone in the world
It was precisely because of the obsession in his heart that he made up his mind to kill Ji Ting when he saw the infant Ji Ting for the first time. Unfortunately, he was not strong enough at the time, so he could only collect as much news about her as possible every day. When he had the opportunity to kill, he always refused to do it due to various reasons. In the blink of an eye, for so many years, he knew Ji Ting better than anyone else, but he never succeeded.
Thinking of Ji Ting, Shen Tuchuan's bright face once again appeared in Shen Tuchuan's mind. He flicked his sleeves and turned around to get the dry clothes. When he was about to change clothes, his slightly cool fingertips touched his bright red lips, as if there were fireworks in his eyes bloom.
Forget it, in this life he is already a crippled body, doomed to extinction, and Ji Ting is also looking for her husband's family. After some time, they will part ways completely. If she wasn't together like in previous lives, she might not be able to threaten him, so it seemed that there was nothing wrong with keeping her alive.
Shen Tuchuan's eyebrows and eyes gradually softened, he shook his dry clothes, and then changed his clothes, intending to deliver the letter to Ji Ting himself. When changing his obscene pants, he subconsciously looked at the mark on his crotch, and froze suddenly when he saw the mark that was a little lighter in color—
how is this possible! How could the imprint, which has not changed in color for so many years, suddenly become lighter in color? !
Shen Tuchuan frowned, and after a long time, his eyes gradually became cold, and the compassion that had been born from thinking of Ji Ting completely dissipated. He changed his clothes expressionlessly, and called in the dead man he raised.
"Within today, take Ji Ting's life."
"Yes!"
The dead man didn't ask a single word, turned around and left after receiving the order.
After the dead man left, Shen Tuchuan sat alone, and Ji Ting's face appeared repeatedly in his mind. But he had no intention of recalling the dead man, and he didn't hesitate at all.
It's not that he didn't give Ji Ting a chance, but it's useless, they are destined to only live as one. And he must be the one who will live.
As night fell, there was no light in the room, and the whole place was pitch black. Shen Tuchuan maintained a sitting position all the time, and he didn't move a little until the dead man came back.
"The servant deserves to die. Please punish him, the Lord." The dead soldier plopped down on his knees. Under the faint moonlight, he could see that the wound on his body was still bleeding.
There was no emotion in Shen Tuchuan's tone: "It failed."
"Damn the slave!" The dead man leaned over.
Shen Tuchuan closed his eyes and fell asleep, and he said after a long time: "Get out."
"...Yes!" The dead man was surprised that he was still alive, so he turned around and went out.
Shen Tuchuan sat alone for a long time, then went to light the lamp, pulled off his belt and looked at his mark. Sure enough, after hearing the news that Ji Ting was still alive, the mark became lighter.
His eyes were cold, and he finally decided to do it himself.
…
In the blink of an eye, three or two days passed, and finally it was Ji Ting's birthday. The seventeenth birthday was very deserted, but Ji Ting didn't care much, because after the assassin's incident last time, she really felt that it was good to be alive.
It was late at night, and she half-lyed on the bed desperately looking out the window, wholeheartedly waiting for Shen Tuchuan to come over, but unfortunately she didn't see anyone after a long time, and she gradually began to feel disappointed. That's right, he's a busy person, so there's nothing he can do if he can't make it through, Ji Ting comforted himself in his heart, but he couldn't be happy on the surface.
Just as she stood up and closed the window dejectedly, a slender hand pressed against the window: "Will you wait for me?"
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, then looked at him in surprise: "You're here?!"
Shen Tuchuan turned over and entered the room, and closed the window casually: "Ji's mansion is heavily guarded, it took me a while to get in."
"That's because an assassin came in a few days ago, and my father was afraid that there would be another accident, so he added more guards." Hearing that, Ji heard that and hurriedly poured water for Shen Tuchuan.
Shen Tuchuan glanced at her and sat down at the table: "Assassin?"
"Yes, Assassin," Ji Ting rolled up his sleeves and showed him the wound on his arm, "Look, it hurts, luckily I slipped and fell, the sword stabbed my arm, otherwise it would be my stomach. "
On the white arm, there was a hideous wound. Perhaps because he was afraid that the wound would not be well covered, he only applied a thick layer of medicinal powder instead of bandaging it with gauze. The effect of the yellow medicinal powder, red flesh, and fair complexion is simply unforgettable.
Looking at it, Shen Tuchuan became irritable for no reason, stretched out his slender fingers to pinch her unwounded wrist: "This will leave scars, don't you care?"
"Daddy said that this medicine powder heals quickly, as for the scar... it shouldn't matter, right?" Ji Ting's voice became softer.
Shen Tuchuan glanced at her coldly, and took out a small bottle from his arms: "Ask someone to fetch a basin of hot water."
"... No need, I just took this medicine, there is no need to wipe it off, it hurts so much." Ji Ting hurriedly said, but met the other party's uncompromising eyes, paused for a moment, and went out embarrassingly.
Because she was afraid that Shen Tuchuan would be seen by others, she waited for the water to be delivered and went to the door to pick it up herself. Her injured arm hurt a little when she exerted force, and she almost dropped the water. He picked up the water in his hand.
After wringing the Jinpa with hot water, Shen Tuchuan pinched her soft palm with one hand and wiped the wound with the Jinpa in the other.
It's just that before Jinpa touched his arm, Ji Ting let out a "hiss".
Shen Tuchuan looked at her expressionlessly, and Ji Ting said awkwardly, "I can hold it back, you continue..."
As soon as the words fell, the brocade handkerchief landed on the wound, Ji Ting couldn't hold back a 'beep', and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. Her voice made Shen Tuchuan even more depressed. Thinking that the wound was caused by himself, he felt a strange hatred, but he couldn't figure out who the object of hatred was for a while.
Shen Tuchuan is the master who is cruel to others and even harder to himself. Although he has tried his best to lighten his force, when he cleaned off all the powder on it, there are still several clots that have condensed and bleed again. Ji Ting was in a cold sweat from the pain, and looked at Shen Tuchuan with tears in his eyes, not knowing what was wrong with him, so he had to call him to celebrate his birthday.
Shen Tuchuan calmly faced her grievances, opened the powder and poured it directly, Ji Ting was startled: "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Ji Ting was relieved, and relaxed her arm again, but the next second, the pain from her arm made her almost ascend to heaven. At the moment when the screams were about to overflow, she groaned and bit Shen Tuchuan's arm, and buried her whole face in his sleeve, and it took a long time before she calmed down a little.
At this moment sweat has soaked his clothes, Ji Ting looked at him weakly: "...doesn't it hurt?"
"What kind of pain is this?" Shen Tuchuan asked coldly.
Ji Ting was speechless, and asked in a low voice after a long time, "Why do you carry golden sore medicine with you?"
"The world is dangerous, you have to be prepared." Shen Tuchuan glanced at her, got up and walked towards the window.
Ji Ting hurriedly followed: "Are you going back now?"
"You need to rest more," Shen Tuchuan said, looking at her wrist. "This medicine needs to be changed every three days. I keep the medicine. Remember to apply it."
Ji Ting wanted to say that she didn't want such a painful thing, but before she could say it, she realized that the wound seemed to be no longer painful. Not only did the pain from the medicine disappear, but even the pain from the wound itself was reduced a lot. She looked at him with a miraculous expression: "This medicine...is it expensive?"
"It's worthless." Shen Tuchuan glanced at the silver around her neck.
Ji Ting felt miraculous: "Really? The price is cheap but the effect is so good. Where did you buy it? I'll ask Dad to buy more someday."
This medicine is made from more than a hundred kinds of centuries-old medicinal herbs, and it was given to him by a wandering genius doctor. There is probably no second bottle in the world. Shen Tuchuan's eyes darkened for a moment: "Do you want to get hurt again?"
"...I can't do it." Ji Ting immediately gave up.
Shen Tuchuan glanced at her, opened the window and was about to leave, Ji Ting hurriedly said: "You haven't wished me a happy birthday yet."
Shen Tuchuan paused for a moment, then took out another thing from his bosom and threw it to her: "Congratulations."
Ji Ting grabbed the box he threw over, slightly dissatisfied: "Is it so small?"
"If you don't like it, I'll give you another one another day. What do you need most now?"
Ji Ting pouted: "I need a husband most, to end my pain of seeing men every day, can you give me?"
Shen Tuchuan remained silent.
Ji Ting sighed, lowered his head and opened the box. After seeing an egg-sized night pearl inside, he didn't react for a long time. He threw such a precious thing casually, if it broke... no, why would he give him such an expensive thing? !
After Ji Ting realized that this thing was so valuable that it could be exchanged for another city, she suddenly felt her hands and feet go weak. She looked out the window, and the man had already disappeared, and she had to wait for the next meeting to return him. Her head was dizzy, and she went to bed with Ye Mingzhu.
Here, Shen Tuchuan went back to the Sili Supervisor overnight, and when he was changing his clothes, he dropped the dagger, and he remembered that he was going to assassinate today. The depression in my heart became heavier, and when I thought about it, Ji Ting's injured arm appeared in my mind, and it appeared over and over again, which made people feel uneasy.
Just as he was thinking about whether to turn back to assassinate, his eyes fell on the mark that was accidentally exposed, he paused, and pulled his clothes down, revealing the complete mark——
It is a bit heavier than before leaving the palace.
Shen Tuchuan was slightly startled, and then instantly understood that the mark was heavier because of Ji Ting's injury. Thinking of this, he thought of other things, the time Ji Ting fell into the water, and the time Ji Ting went to the Buddhist temple and felt uncomfortable, it seemed that every time Ji Ting felt uncomfortable, his mark would be deeper, and if Ji Ting didn't Carefree, his imprint will become more and more shallow.
Shen Tuchuan looked at himself in the mirror, and lowered his eyes after a long silence.
The next day, the emperor leaned on the dragon couch and asked feebly: "Is Ji's daughter married?"
"Back to the emperor," Shen Tuchuan's eyes seemed to have been covered with ice for thousands of years, and the more he looked closely, the colder his body became, "No."
The emperor laughed loudly, as if a broken bellows had been installed in his throat: "So, today you go and make a decree to make Ji's daughter into the draft girl."
"Yes." After Shen Tuchuan answered, he turned and left.
In the afternoon of that day, the imperial decree arrived at Ji's house.
Ji Ting knelt in front of the hall, listening to Shen Tuchuan recite the imperial decree word by word, his whole body seemed to be floating on the clouds, unable to realize anything. Shen Tuchuan's lips are perfectly shaped and of a moderate color, and the words that come out of his mouth also have a cold and otherworldly taste, but when they fall into Ji Ting's ears, they are like the magic voice from hell.
"Ji Shangshu, accept the decree." Shen Tuchuan held the imperial decree and handed it over, his knuckle-boned hands were astonishingly white under the sun.
Ji Shangshu's face turned pale: "...The supervisor must have made a mistake. The little girl has already made an engagement with the housekeeper two days ago. I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in the show girl election."
"Really?" Shen Tuchuan's eyes fell on Ji Ting for the first time, and he looked at her darkly and said, "Does Ji Shangshu know that bullying the emperor is a serious crime for killing the nine clans?"
"The lower official has indeed made an engagement for the little girl, that is, with the doorman..."
"Daddy," Ji Ting interrupted him, it was clear that the sun was shining today, but she was so cold that her bones ached. At this moment, she knelt straight on the ground, staring at Shen Tuchuan without avoiding her eyes, "Accept the order."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Ji Shangshu reprimanded.
Ji Ting's hands were tightly clenched, but his voice was surprisingly calm: "Master Governor knows that I am not engaged, so you should accept the order."
Ji Shangshu's eyes were red, and he took the imperial edict with trembling hands for a long while. The moment he held the imperial decree in his hand, Mrs. Ji fainted, and the whole courtyard began to panic.
When Ji Shangshu took him away, Ji Ting stood up, walked to Shen Tuchuan calmly and asked, "Is this the gift you gave me for my birthday?"
Shen Tuchuan pinched the palm of his hand with his fingertips, and his palm was immediately warm: "Isn't it good that the most honorable man in the world is your husband?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Ting slapped him across the face, directly deflecting his face. The taste of rust filled his mouth, and Shen Tuchuan touched the corner of his lips with his fingertips, and saw bright red blood.
The servants around were so frightened that they didn't dare to show their breath. The people brought by Shen Tuchuan came up to arrest Ji Ting, but they heard Shen Tuchuan say: "Even if you become a concubine in the future, don't disrespect me. Don't do this kind of thing again in the future." Done."
The voice was indistinguishable from emotions, and what he said was like giving advice to the younger generation in the family. Those who wanted to listen to Ji Ji looked at each other in blank dismay, but in the end no one dared to step forward.
"Thank you, Governor, for your reminder." Ji Ting had tears in her eyes, but her voice was extremely calm, as if she wasn't the one who hit someone just now.
Shen Tuchuan stared at her for a moment, then suddenly turned and left.
It was night, he looked at the mark that had started to turn black, and did not move for a long time. As he thought, as long as Ji heard badly, the color of the imprint would increase, and as long as the imprint increased, he could live forever.
Shen Tuchuan's eyes were gloomy, and he didn't see any joy. He sat alone in the room, almost merging with the darkness, and his desire to live was as strong as ever. Fate wants him to die early, but he wants to live a long life. Fate wants him to live a miserable life, so he wants to live a life of honor than anyone else. If fate treats him badly, he doesn't believe in fate. Fight to the end.
Half a month later, it rained lightly, and Xiu Nu entered the palace.
Ji Ting walked with a group of girls in the imperial city, all of them were sad, and those who knew each other walked together, holding hands and supporting each other. Because the rain fell suddenly, the group did not have an umbrella to cover them. The drizzle fell on their bodies and soon soaked their clothes. Ji Ting's hair was covered with small drops of water, but she was busy listening to the conversation of the beautiful girl behind her, so she didn't care.
"I heard that the emperor is bedridden now, and he likes to torture his concubines with unscrupulous methods. There were seventeen concubines who entered the palace three years ago, but now less than half are left."
"I've also heard about it. Also, the emperor mentioned the funeral of his concubine a few days ago. I don't know what it means. Now that we enter the palace, I'm afraid we won't have many opportunities to serve our parents in the future."
These little girls are all the daughters of officials, and the news that they usually get is not completely true, but it is almost the same. Ji Ting walked on the edge with downcast eyes, and clenched his hands tightly after hearing the last sentence.
A woman finally couldn't take it anymore, sobbed and cried, turned around and ran away, frightening the other women. Jiaoyin scolded angrily, and immediately a guard with a knife went to arrest the girl, and he took the girl without any effort. Just as the girl was struggling desperately, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance, Ji Ting looked up at the end of the long and narrow palace road, In the next second, a pair of horseshoes appeared, followed by a steed, and a man who was so beautiful that he was not like ordinary people.
When Shen Tuchuan appeared from the corner with a group of people, her heart throbbed and she clenched her fists with both hands.
"What happened?" Shen Tuchuan reined in the horse rope when he reached Ji Ting's side.
Jiaoyin hurriedly saluted: "Go back to Lord Governor, she is a beautiful girl who is not sensible, and she is bothering you."
Shen Tuchuan looked at the show girl, who was still struggling, muttering 'I want to go home'.
"After entering the palace gate, you are the emperor's woman, and the palace is your home." Shen Tuchuan's expression was indifferent.
Xiu Nu's tears fell down: "This is not my home, even if I die, I will not stay here..."
"You can die. If you die, I will send you home," Shen Tuchuan finished speaking, and the beautiful woman's eyes lit up. Unfortunately, before she could do anything, Shen Tuchuan's cold voice came out again, "My concubine The concubine committed suicide, and the mother family will be punished accordingly, maybe the emperor is kind enough to give your parents the death penalty, and the three of you will be able to reunite underground."
Xiu Nu was stunned for a moment, then she fell powerlessly on the ground as if her soul had been taken away. Ji Ting pinched the nails on the palm of her hand even harder, because she knew that what he said was not meant for others to listen to.
When Xiu Nu stopped making noise, Shen Tuchuan's cold eyes swept over these people. The little girls had obviously heard of his name, and they were so frightened that they lowered their heads and dared not move, and some were even trembling.
Among this group of people, only Ji Ting stood there with his eyes downcast and his back straight, without fear, curiosity, or looking at him. The rain was getting heavier, and Ji Ting's dress was soaked in dark patches by the rain.
Shen Tuchuan clenched the whip in his hand, and his voice was mixed with frost: "Why don't you prepare an umbrella?"
The author has something to say: The next chapter will really officially open the mode of chasing wives and crematoriums. Don't worry, everyone will not suffer, because Chuaner... I can't bear it. Chuan'er in this world is hard to define as a good person or a bad person. He can only be said to be a person who just wants to live. He puts the most importance on living, so sometimes he does things in a special way... It's okay, just listen and I will discipline him!
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"The rebellious husband is also reborn" by Mu Enchanting
Copywriting: In her previous life, Wen Ruan married King Xiao, and thought that she would be able to live a prosperous life, but she never expected that King Xiao would rebel.
In the end, the rebellion failed!
Being implicated in being beheaded, on the guillotine, Wen Ruan scolded King Xiao once, saying that if there is a next life, he will remarry someone else.
At that time, King Xiao heard the words and only glanced at her coldly.
At that glance, Wen Ruan suddenly felt that if there was a next life, King Xiao must kill her first.
After rebirth, in order to save her own life, Wen Ruan began to be gentle and considerate to King Xiao, asking for his health every day. I hope King Xiao can fall in love with him.
It's just that every time she calls "Your Highness" delicately and softly, Wen Ruan finds that the gaze cast by King Xiao is always meaningful... ..
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After both vests fell off.
King Xiao said: "When I was on the guillotine in my previous life, I felt that I was a burden on you. I thought that if there was a next life, I would definitely not treat you badly. To be buried with the king."
Gentle:...
"But now I feel that it's good to keep you and watch your hypocritical acting every day."
"..." I can't live through this day!