The white fox fur cloak was placed on the windowsill by Yu Xiaoxiao, Jing Mo glanced at the cloak, raised his hand and wiped the cloak to the ground. .. The snow was blown by the wind, and when it fell on his face, it melted into water in an instant. Jing Mo wiped his face and turned to leave the window. In fact, the love between children is really not suitable for him.
It snowed all night, and in the early morning of the second day, Jiang Zhuojun, who was still having breakfast in his room, was called by the boss to Li Luo's room.
"Qinghui?" Walking into the room and seeing Gu Xinglang sitting there, Jiang Zhuojun's heart sank.
Gu Xinglang nodded to Jiang Zhuojun. Seeing that everyone who was supposed to be there had arrived, Gu Shao didn't speak, and opened the black cloth bag on the coffee table beside him.
Jiang Zhuojun had already sat down, but after seeing the head in the cloth bag, he stood up again.
After Li Luo saw the face of this human head, his face turned ashen in an instant.
Jing Mo and Qiao Rong had never met, but looking at the reactions of Jiang Zhuojun and Li Luo, he could guess who the deceased was, and whispered, "Is he Qiao Rong?"
Gu Xinglang nodded and said, "Mo Wen stopped me on the official road last night and told me not to go to the Southwest Camp again. He placed General Qiao's head on the official road."
After listening to Gu Xinglang's words, Li Luo muttered to himself, "I'm afraid all the troops in the Southwest Camp are gone."
Jiang Zhuojun staggered to the coffee table, looking at Qiao Rong's hair in a daze.
Qiao Rong has been dead for a few days, but in the cold winter season, the human head has not rotted, but there is a slight smell. Everyone here is people who have been on the battlefield and have been in the dead pile, so the smell is still there. Not to the point of being unbearable for them.
Gu Xinglang said to Jiang Zhuojun, "Xiaowei and I have both seen the wound on General Qiao's broken neck. General Qiao was cut off by a knife, and he has never been tortured."
Jiang Zhuojun raised his hand to touch the long scar on Qiao Rong's face, and said in a low voice, "I entered the military camp when I was nine years old, and I didn't understand anything at that time. It was for me."
Li Luo was half lying and half sitting on the bed and sighed softly.
It is impossible for Jing Mo and Gu Xinglang to know about Jiang Zhuojun and Qiao Rong's past, but looking at Jiang Zhuojun's appearance, neither of them said anything.
"I originally thought that Uncle Qiao and the others escaped this disaster, but I didn't expect, ha," Jiang Zhuojun didn't smile, but he smiled and said, "Is this the destiny?"
Jiang Zhuojun's words were actually complaining about Li Luo. In order to become emperor, he had dragged down so many people to death. Is this the destiny
Jing Mo listened to Jiang Zhuojun's words, his eyes were always fixed on Li Luo, seeing Li Luo only with a guilty expression and no other reaction, Jing Mo looked down at his hand on the armrest, Li Luo was really right Jiang Zhuojun can be as tolerant, otherwise, this person is also a person who has deep thoughts and cannot make deep friendships.
At this time, Gu Xinglang asked Jiang Zhuojun, "General Qiao's family stayed with him in the Southwest Camp?"
Jiang Zhuojun was stunned for a moment, then looked a little flustered, and said, "Qiao Mansion is in Chiyang City, I..."
Jing Mo leaned over and patted Jiang Zhuojun's hand, and said to Gu Xinglang, "Qinghui, you have to work harder and go to Qiao's mansion to see. If no one in Qiao's mansion was killed, you must bring back General Qiao's family."
Gu Xinglang nodded, got up and walked outside.
Jiang Zhuojun was about to follow Gu Xinglang, but was stopped by Jing Mo, "Let go!" For the first time in the past few days, Jiang Zhuojun showed an angry face in front of Jing Mo.
Gu Xinglang heard Jiang Zhuojun's voice was wrong, and stopped to look back.
Jing Mo said, "Qinghui, go ahead."
Gu Xinglang glanced at Jiang Zhuojun, who was tightly held by Jing Mo and couldn't come forward. He didn't speak, and walked away.
"You," Jiang Zhuojun wanted to shake off Jing Mo's hand, but he was a martial artist, and so was Jing Mo. Not only did this shake fail to shake Jing Mo's hand, but it made Jing Mo increase the strength of his hand. .
"Calm down," Jing Mo advised Jiang Zhuojun: "Qinghui is going to save people, why don't you worry?"
Li Luo couldn't lie down on the bed at this moment. He barely got out of bed, but his legs were weak. As soon as he stood on the ground, he fell to the ground with a somersault.
When Jing Mo and Jiang Zhuojun saw Li Luo fell to the ground, they didn't care about pulling, Jing Mo let go, and Jiang Zhuojun ran to the bed in a few steps, reaching out to help Li Luo.
Li Luo was half-knelt on the ground, waved at Jiang Zhuojun, and without waiting for Jiang Zhuojun to respond, he walked on his knees to the coffee table with Qiao Rong's head.
Jiang Zhuojun's hands froze in the air, looking at Li Luo, who was kneeling on the ground, dumbfounded.
Jing Mo looked at Li Luo and narrowed his eyes, then stepped aside and stood down.
When Li Luo arrived at the coffee table, he knelt on the ground, his eyes were level with the coffee table, and he glanced at Qiao Rong's head. Gu Xinglang closed Qiao Rong's angry eyes, but Gu Xinglang could not soothe Qiao Rong. Rong's face was angry and unwilling. Li Luo choked and slammed his head on the ground.
Jiang Zhuojun came back to his senses and walked to Li Luo's side. At this time, Li Luo had already solemnly kowtowed to Qiao Rong and was raising his hand to close Qiao Rong's angry mouth.
Jiang Zhuojun wanted to help Li Luo get up.
"I killed him," Li Luo did not get up with Jiang Zhuojun's strength, and whispered, "I also killed you."
Jiang Zhuojun used his arms to hold Li Luo up halfway from the ground.
Only then did Jing Mo open his mouth and said, "Zhuojun, hurry up and put the Fourth Highness on the bed - lie down on the bed."
Jiang Zhuojun carried Li Luo onto the bed and covered Li Luo with the quilt again. Li Luo's eyes were red, but there was no tears in Jiang Zhuojun's eyes.
Jing Mo stood in front of the bed and asked Li Luo, "Does your fourth highness want to try again?"
Li Luo looked at Jing Mo.
Jing Mo's expression was calm, as if he was just waiting for an unusual answer.
Jiang Zhuojun pursed his lips tightly, it seemed that overnight, this person became even colder, and there was no warmth in his body.
"Of course I want to fight." Li Luo looked at Jing Mo and said, "I've killed so many people. Now I accept my fate. Then I went under Jiuquan, how can I see them? I'm not reconciled!"
Jing Mo nodded, and Jing Mo had heard the words before, but I was not reconciled to this sentence, Jing Mo listened to it, he likes frank people.
"Zhuojun," Li Luo called Jiang Zhuojun.
Jiang Zhuojun responded, "I'm here."
"If I fail," Li Luo said, "you will go to Fengtian with Princess Linglong, and don't go back to Suzaku again in this life."
Jiang Zhuojun was stunned.
Li Luo looked at Jing Mo again and said, "At that time, I will ask Jing Mo for your help."
Jing Mo said, "Help to save Zhuo Jun's life?"
"Yes," Li Luo said without hesitation.
Jing Mo sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and whispered, "It's too early to talk about the funeral, the troops of the Southwest Camp no longer exist, let's think about it first, in the current situation, what should we do? What to do."
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