Ji Jinrong's voice was still childish.
It sounded like thunder in Feng Su's ears.
Who would think of killing people from playing the piano? Although Sheng Baishuang and the others are highly talented and strong, they have no accomplishments in the rhythm, and they will never hear the abnormal sound of the piano.
How could Ji Jinrong hear it
There was a slight crack in Feng Su's expression, but he quickly returned to his usual gentleness. He smiled and said, "A Jin, what nonsense are you talking about? I can't understand."
For Ji Jinrong, such a momentary opening was enough.
Ji Jinrong stepped forward step by step, and walked up to Feng Su: "Ah Su, who do you want to kill?"
Feng Su's fingertips trembled slightly. His smile became softer, and he looked at Ji Jinrong full of tenderness: "A Jin, even if you are angry with me, you can't slander me like this. How can I kill someone while I'm sitting in the palace."
The more Feng Su denied it, the more sure Ji Jinrong was.
How could he recognize Feng Su like this. This was completely different from the Wei Tingjun he knew, like a complete stranger, so that even when Feng Su brought back the "blood of the former emperor", he didn't think about "rebellious officials and thieves".
Thinking about it now, Feng Su didn't keep the auction house and Beidou in his hands because of lack of security, but wanted to take everything into his hands early on.
In this life, even the last bit of memory of Feng Su was sealed away, so what he faced was the most dangerous, real and terrifying side of him. He is hypocritical, cunning, and ruthless. He can pretend to be the gentlest person in the world, and then take everything into his hands bit by bit.
The mastermind is always worried about this side of Wei Tingjun.
No matter what kind of environment they are thrown into, such a person can climb up step by step, to the highest place in the world.
In just a quarter of an hour, thoughts like "This is not Wei Tingjun" and "This can't be him" kept appearing in Ji Jinrong's mind.
Facing Shang Fengsu's gentle eyes, Ji Jinrong slowly calmed down.
If Wei Tingjun was not such a person, how could he have the chance to live a new life.
It is precisely because of Wei Tingjun's danger and fear that he came to a different world, where he was ups and downs with the "rebellious officials and thieves".
He couldn't just enjoy Wei Tingjun's goodness without making any efforts.
Ji Jinrong said, "Yes, Ah Su, how could you kill someone." He stepped forward and hugged Feng Su.
Feng Su looks weak and beautiful on the outside, but his body is stronger than ordinary people. I don't know if it was because he recognized him, but Ji Jinrong actually felt that the feeling of being hugged was somewhat familiar.
For a moment, he noticed that Feng Su's heart beat slightly accelerated.
It just calmed down quickly.
Ji Jinrong buried his head on Feng Su's neck, like he was acting like a baby with Feng Su when he was four or five years old.
Feng Su's body was slightly stiff.
Ever since Pangpang learned to fly, Ji Jinrong has never been so close to him. The hugs and intimacy that were so common before became less and less between them. The little doll who used to hug the quilt to sleep with him rarely did that again.
After he found out that Ji Jinrong was sincerely kind to him, Ji Jinrong took back that kindness.
… It might as well have never been given to him.
This idea appeared in his mind more than once.
This time, he was going to wipe out the remnants of Qingfeng Hall in the demonic way, but he did not expect to find the blood of the previous emperor hidden by the other party. After figuring out the other party's plan, he came up with a crazy idea—
Let this former emperor's blood take away Ji Jinrong's position as monarch.
This is completely in accordance with the destiny.
The position of monarch should have been inherited by the blood of the former emperor, right
Sheng Baishuang has always been criticized for choosing Ji Jinrong, hasn't he
As long as the blood of the first emperor is restored, this dilemma will be solved.
And Ji Jinrong only belonged to him from now on.
Unexpectedly, Ji Jinrong really liked Sheng Baishuang and the others so much.
Even though Yu Ji's identity was verified, Sheng Baishuang still kept Ji Jinrong by his side, and even let Ji Jinrong and Yu Ji go to class together.
All this drove him almost insane.
Thinking of the night when he came back, Ji Jinrong ran out to meet that guy from the Tai family. He has been trying to kill that guy these days—
Yes, kill that guy.
Kill anyone who wants to touch Ji Jinrong.
Feng Su slowly came back to his senses.
He stretched out his hand and hugged Ji Jinrong.
The child who is less than ten years old has delicate features, beautiful and lovely.
He didn't feel lust for such a small doll.
But that kind of possessiveness that is about to drive people crazy is always gnawing at his heart.
Feng Su said: "Why did Ah Jin say that I want to kill someone?"
Ji Jinrong hugged Feng Su's neck tightly. He could feel that as long as he was a little later, everything would really be irreparable. Feng Su would start killing people, innocent people—and because of him.
Ji Jinrong said: "I heard it." He tightened his small arms, "A Jin, I heard it." He didn't hide anything, "I can understand the tune you played, you want to kill, you just now want to kill."
Feng Su's eyes darkened slightly: "Nonsense, how can you kill someone by playing the piano."
Ji Jinrong said: "I've heard a kind of 'Breaking Song'."
Feng Su paused.
Ji Jinrong said: "This song is equivalent to a signal to order the soldiers under the command. After hearing it, the soldiers' morale will be doubled, and they will be able to form an attack in line with the song, and display their strength countless times stronger than usual." He looked at Feng. Su, "So it's not you, Ah Su, who are going to kill, but you are ordering others to kill."
Feng Su stared at Ji Jinrong, as if it was the first day he knew this half-grown child.
Ji Jinrong said, "Is that so?"
Feng Su admitted with a smile: "That's right, that's right, my Ah Jin is so smart." He tightened his arms slightly, trapping Ji Jinrong in his arms, "So, Ah Jin, are you going to report me to Master? A samurai? Saying that I murdered others? Ah Jin is really cruel... "
Feng Su gently kissed Ji Jinrong's hair.
The long-lost intimacy made him feel satisfied even if he was stabbed by Ji Jinrong. He shouted: "Ajin, Ajin, Ajin."
Ji Jinrong said, "Asu, don't kill innocent people—"
Feng Su separated slightly from Ji Jinrong, and met those bright and serious eyes.
Ji Jinrong said, "Promise me?"
Feng Su said: "What is innocence? If the other party keeps insulting me, provoking me, and trying to take away my most important things, is it innocent?"
Ji Jinrong was taken aback, not knowing how to answer.
Feng Su said softly: "Didn't you say, Ah Jin, that you will repay kindness with kindness and revenge with revenge—could you have lied to me at that time? It's not good to learn to deceive people at such a young age."
Ji Jinrong's heart skipped a beat: "What is he trying to rob you of?"
Feng Su was quiet for a while, before slowly replying: "He wants to take my Ajin away."
Ji Jinrong felt cold all over.
He remembered that Feng Su was waiting for him in his room the night he came back.
At that time, he had just returned from seeing Tai Mingan—the person who had been insulting and provoking Feng Su all this time was Tai Mingan, whoever it was!
Feng Su let go of his hand and let Ji Jinrong leave his embrace.
Ji Jinrong didn't let go of Feng Su's arms. He buried his head back against Feng Su's neck: "... I will not be snatched away by anyone."
Feng Su's dead heart suddenly revived.
His Ah Jin is really smart.
His Ah Jin is so smart.
Then leave that guy alive.
Neither of them spoke again.
After a while, someone came to report that someone from the auction house asked to see him.
Feng Su glanced at Ji Jinrong, wrapped his arms around Ji Jinrong's waist, let him sit on his lap, and said lightly, "Let him in."
The people from the auction house arrived soon, with anxious expressions on their faces: "People from the Tai family broke into the auction house and insisted on buying the soul protection pill—their attitude is very domineering, and the guards of the auction house can't hold it anymore."
Ji Jinrong's heart skipped a beat.
He fixedly looked at Feng Su.
Feng Su and Ji Jinrong looked at each other for a moment, smiled, and said, "Sell it to them, and the price will be ten times higher." His Ajin has already said so, and he doesn't need to make Ajin angry... or sad because of that guy.
The man breathed a sigh of relief and took the order to leave.
Ji Jinrong sat numbly.
Feng Su said: "A Jin, do you think I'm scary?"
Ji Jinrong said: "You have only played a short section of your piece." There is obviously a long section ahead. If the Tai family was in a hurry to get the soul-protecting pill from the auction house in the first short paragraph, what would the remaining half do
Ji Jinrong's back was soaked with sweat.
Feng Su said: "Yes, I only played a short section." He grabbed Ji Jinrong's hand and pressed it on the piano, "If you play any further, the Soul Protection Pill will be useless. Then they will kill them all and be attracted by the sound of fighting." The guards of the Tai family—and then, the entire Tai family will cease to exist—this kind of massacre in broad daylight is really outrageous. Next, the entire capital must be cleared up to find out the murderer—these things are a little different from me It doesn't matter, I'm just playing the piano here, and I haven't taken a step out."
Ji Jinrong couldn't say a word.
Feng Su's voice was gentle, but what he said was shocking: "If you want to sit firmly on the throne, some obstacles must be cleared away, right?"
Ji Jinrong said, "Yes."
This method is not the first time he has seen it.
It's just that Feng Su picked Tai's family to start, and planned to make a bloody case, which was too cruel.
It was nothing more than taking the opportunity to attack the Tai family.
Ji Jinrong grabbed Feng Su's hand: "But you don't have to do this." He tightened his fingers, "A Su, once your hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, there is no way to wash them off."
Feng Su said, "I don't care."
Ji Jinrong said, "I care."
Feng Su's heart skipped a beat.
He stared at Ji Jinrong.
Ji Jinrong seemed to be looking at other people through him.
If he really cared, how could he move away without hesitation, and generously gave him both the auction house and Beidou.
Break all the ties between them.
His Ah Jin is always so smart and so cunning.
After knowing what he cares about, just come to coax him like this.
If he really cared, how could he be like his master and senior brother, who didn't ask anything, didn't listen to anything, and stood on the other side without hesitation—
It happened that this sounded very false, but he still couldn't refuse it.
Even wanting to believe it.
Feng Su said: "Okay, I won't attack innocent people again." With focused and gentle eyes, he stared at Ji Jinrong and said, "No matter what, as long as Ah Jin asks, I will agree."
Even if the next moment, his Ah Jin will stab the knife into his chest—
It doesn't matter.
"I also like Ah Jin the most."
Feng Su said.
It seemed to be responding to Ji Jinrong's unintentional childish words many years ago.
What Ji Jinrong didn't remember, he did.