Before going upstairs, Lu Sujun heard the whispers of the servants in Zhujing's mansion. It is said that the slave brought back by the general this time is unusual, and he actually lived in the high-class room next to the general, and even invited a doctor to treat him!
Although Lu Sujun heard it, he didn't take it seriously, he just thought that Zhu Jing was at most out of pity for the slaves - of course, this kind of pity was indeed so rare that he was a little surprised.
However, the scene in the room was beyond his imagination.
Bloody water stained by this slave was everywhere on the luxurious carpet, and the valuable ointment had been squeezed out and thrown aside casually. What surprised him even more was that the slave was sitting on the head of the bed, while Zhu Jing himself was standing by the bed!
What's the situation
And the moment he entered, he could keenly notice that the slave instantly became alert and stared at him with fierce eyes, like a beast that was about to rush up in the next second.
And Zhu Jing, who hadn't seen him for several days, didn't come over to hug him immediately, but subconsciously took a step forward and stood in front of the slave—
The smile froze on Lu Sujun's handsome face.
Rong Wan also noticed the subtlety of the atmosphere, so he walked to the window, and deliberately diverted Lu Sujun's gaze from the protagonist, with a rare smile on the corner of his mouth: "He was indeed selected by me from the prison. It's called Jinzhao."
"Oh." Lu Sujun thought in his heart, who would care what a slave is called. Before he came, he was somewhat curious about this new slave, but now it has turned into a disappointment. He turned his head and looked at the untamable slave, and finally his eyes fell on the velvet pajamas that belonged to Zhu Jing on the slave.
His complexion suddenly turned ugly. In the entire empire, no one would allow slaves to wear their own clothes. It would be an insult to the upper class.
At the same time, a bad feeling rose in his heart. He and Zhu Jing have known each other for many years, and their relationship has always been very good. He even felt that he missed the door and pierced the paper on the window. Whether it is in private or in government affairs, the two of them are both in charge of the outside world and the other in the inside, which can be called a tacit cooperation. But this slave who appeared out of nowhere suddenly made him feel threatened.
Even he didn't wear Zhujing's pajamas.
Holding this subtle feeling of jealousy, the smile on Lu Sujun's face softened a bit, he simply sat down on the rattan chair by the window, said with a slight smile: "I want to eat the dessert in your mansion, let your Will the chef bring it to me?"
The clear and magnetic voice even had some kind of subtle nasal sound, like a spoiled child.
After finishing speaking, he glanced at the slave on the bed.
— But this is a scene that did not appear in the original text.
Rong Wan is someone who has seen the three thousand beauties in the harem vying for favor! He couldn't figure out what Lu Sujun was thinking now, so his head suddenly became dizzy. But Zhu Jing couldn't even refuse such a small request from his friend, so he also showed a vague smile on his cold face: "Of course."
Desserts were served quickly, Rong Wan and Lu Sujun sat on both sides of the round table, leaning on wicker chairs to eat. This dessert tastes really good, and Rong Wan, who has been hungry all day, finally relaxes and fills his stomach a little bit. After all, the original text did not describe what General Zhujing ate or what he called the food, so after Rong finished, he did not dare to put down his guard and ask those servants to bring food. But after eating three or four yuan, he couldn't help thinking about the protagonist—
He hasn't eaten, and the main character hasn't eaten in longer than him.
After remembering, the original text describes:
"There is not often food in military prisons. Even if there is, it is like some dirty food dug out of the ditch of the pigsty, so many strong will beat the weak to the ground and eat human flesh directly. But even In this way, it is impossible to fill their stomachs. In the entire prison, all the slaves are in a state of eternal hunger. Jin Zhao will not eat other people's meat, but no one in the entire prison can poach him. Half a piece of meat. Although his spiritual power has been completely deprived, the instinct of the beast in his body still remains."
The protagonist is often so hungry that he loses consciousness in his stomach.
After Rong Wan stared at the pink and crystal-like pastry in his hand, he suddenly found it tasteless. If possible, he hoped to let the protagonist eat some. So he couldn't help turning his head to the side, and glanced at the protagonist in the corner—
He didn't expect that the protagonist was also staring at him. Those eyes were gloomy, like a desolate land, nothing could be seen in it. The protagonist just stared at him purely, without any emotion of hatred or loathing, but somehow Rong Wan felt a little heavy in his heart, as if he was suffocated.
Although Rong Wan quickly withdrew his gaze, Lu Sujun still noticed his strangeness, and followed his gaze to look at the slave.
The slave seemed to be extremely wary of him, looking at Zhujing with empty eyes, but with extremely cruel eyes, as if he wanted to grab his throat. Lu Sujun frowned in displeasure, originally he had no other emotions towards this slave, but now suddenly a hatred extended from jealousy grew.
At the same time, alarm bells were ringing in his heart—why did Zhu Jing bring such a slave home and treat him so kindly
He was also injured, but did Zhujing call a doctor for him
Originally, Zhu Jing had just returned from the battlefield, and the two hadn't seen each other for a long time. Today should be a very good time for dinner, but it was all ruined. All this slave!
It's just that Lu Sujun's temperament has always been gentler than Zhujing's, giving the impression that he is handsome and straightforward. Therefore, in front of Zhu Jing at this time, how could he lose his temper as a slave? Wouldn't that make oneself jealous and jealous? He tried his best to suppress his jealousy, frowned and looked away from the slave.
He is just a slave. With his relationship with Zhu Jing, Zhu Jing will not refuse his small request.
Thinking of this, Lu Sujun gracefully picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, as if suddenly remembering it, he smiled and said casually: "I heard that the slave you brought back is going to be given to me, why, let me take it back today ?”
He stared at Zhu Jing, he naturally knew how hot and infatuated his gaze was, but he didn't take it seriously, he would not withdraw his gaze - let alone in front of that slave. He wants the slave to know his ownership.
And just after he asked this sentence, Rong Wan could feel the protagonist's gaze from behind him become more gloomy, falling on his back, as if it had turned into substance, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. Rong Wan suddenly remembered clearly that the protagonist was discarded by his biological parents as a terrifying monster on the street in the middle of the night, and the expression on his face as a child—
In fact, every word in the original text is completely remembered and vividly remembered. But when I read a novel, I just thought it was a novel. No matter how painful and helpless the protagonist is, if it falls into Rong Wan's eyes, all he can empathize with is anger.
But when a horrible, abominable monster whose doom falls on him like a daily routine, thinking that there is finally a glimmer of light that can be glimpsed in the endless darkness, is trying to stretch out his bony hand to grab it— How painful will it be when you are abandoned in the bottomless abyss without hesitation
Don't know the end.
He just felt a sharp ache in his heart.
So he put down the knife and fork, raised his eyelids, gave Lu Sujun a lukewarm look, and asked blankly, "Where did you hear that?"
All the expressions on Lu Sujun's face were visibly broken. He looked at Zhu Jing—the other side had a stern face, and his voice was cold and uncompromising, as if he was very bored and unhappy because of his question. Could it be that he really didn't intend to give this slave to him? In other words, it was originally intended to be given to him, but now he is interested in this slave. It's just a weird slave. Could it be possible to turn against him because of a mere slave
In fact, Lu Sujun couldn't figure out what Zhujing was thinking, because Zhujing's personality was unpredictable, and sometimes he was really unpredictable, and no one could guess what he was thinking. Even the treatment of oneself is fickle.
— but they have known each other for twenty-five years.
Lu Sujun didn't believe this evil, and under great pressure, he said with a smile: "I heard it from some people with broken mouths, so it's not true? But I haven't made any military achievements this year, and the royal family didn't choose slaves for me." Opportunity, I just lack a few slaves... I think this slave is very pleasing to the eye, and you personally selected it, so it must be good... Can you give it to me?"
The last sentence has been subtly tinged with a plea.
who knows-
"No." Rong Wan directly expressed his boredom and displeasure on his face.
In fact, he was prepared for the severe pain in the left brain, but the expected pain did not come. It seems that Zhujing did not treat Lu Sujun so well—at least in this relationship, Lu Sujun had a lot of wishful thinking Some.
The atmosphere in the room was dead silent for a moment.
Lu Sujun's expression froze completely.
No
He outright said no
For this slave, is Zhujing not even willing to perfunctory him? Even if it was Tai Chi, I promised to give it to him first, and then I would find an excuse to come back in a few days-but Zhu Jing refused to even do this, regardless of his face
Moreover, after uttering this monosyllable, Zhu Jing directly expressed his bad mood, and continued to eat cakes with a knife and fork expressionlessly, without looking at him again.
The sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling windows has already set.
Lu Sujun stared stiffly at Zhu Jing's handsome but slightly gloomy side face. He has long been used to Zhu Jing's uncertain weather, sometimes gentle and sometimes cold, but he didn't feel anything before. This is more charismatic. At least, Zhu Jing treats him special, he has never even had a gentle side to others.
But now he wasn't sure.
He had an illusion that Zhu Jing treated this slave more than him. A burning flame of jealousy burned in his heart, which could not be relieved at all.
At the same time, Jin Zhao stood there as stiff as a marionette, staring at Rong Wan with pale and sickly eyes.
—He was already mentally prepared, but it didn't matter if he was discarded at will. Already used to it
—It was his ridiculous delusion to think that the general did not treat him as a monster. Even if he struggles and resists, he is no match for the fact that no one will accept him. He has been like this since he was born, and he still hasn't given up. This is the most ridiculous thing.
But.
-"No."
Treating such a weapon-like, ridiculous and pitiful monster-like thing, that person did not abandon it, but declared his ownership. But what's the use of keeping him? Even, when he heard this monosyllable, he thought the general was joking.
But that's not a joke. For a moment, his mind was buzzing like it was old and in disrepair. The expected deal that was treated as goods did not come, what came was just an unquestionable rejection—no.
He stared at Rong Wan silently, his pale face made him look gloomy, but there seemed to be something jumping in his dark eyes. Those eyes were fixed on Rong Wan's neck, with a somewhat gloomy expression—perhaps there was also a mad desire hidden in the depths that suddenly took root and grew.
He was extremely humble, and extremely despicable thought—
— He really didn't want to leave.
—Even if it was used as a weapon, he didn't want to leave.
***
He just woke up and didn't realize what happened. He rubbed his eyes, still a little confused and at a loss. He opened his beautiful dark eyes and looked at the shadows of trees around him in panic, baring his teeth and claws like a weird crow. His parents were gone, and he had nothing on him, no notes, no blankets to keep him warm, not even a bit of food left behind.
He struggled to get up, looked around, and called out his parents' names in a low voice. He didn't dare to speak too loudly, because he was afraid of attracting the pursuers. Fear and helplessness flashed in his wide and moist eyes, and he staggered towards the depths of the woods.
But no, I searched everywhere, but there was no sign of any parents. He fell and got up quickly, and many bloodstains were drawn on his small hands. The surroundings were as quiet as a tomb, and the strange tree shadows fell on the ground, like a monster that could eat him at any time.
Yet he knew that the greatest monsters were not the terrible trees, or the men who hunted them.
but himself. He loathes himself.
He hid there for a full month, eating grass and insects, his clothes quickly became tattered, and calluses quickly formed on his little hands. But he didn't dare to leave, he was afraid that once he left, his parents who came back would not be able to find him. Perhaps, they didn't abandon him, but just left briefly
However, when those who pursued him found the cave where he was hiding and laughed wildly with excitement, he saw his parents at the end of the group of hideous faces. Those two pale and tired faces matched the appearance of the soldiers of the upper class. The smiling face, so familiar in the past, is so strange now—
It was they who brought this group of people.
Jin Zhao was trembling all over, like a young animal submerged in foul-smelling water, biting his hand, bleeding, unable to make a whimpering sound. The last gleam of hope in his eyes was finally shattered. As the group of people approached, the faces of the two people became more and more clear, and a trace of hatred and coldness gradually appeared in his eyes.
Overwhelming, enough to wipe him out.
He finally gave up resistance and realized that he was abandoned by his biological parents, betrayed, completely.
— "Why did you give birth to such a thing? It's all your fault. If I knew it would bring such endless troubles, I should have stuffed it back into your womb."
—"Aren't you responsible for giving birth to such a terrible monster?"
Before losing consciousness, he heard them angrily questioning in such low voices.