Chapter 2: Spring Snow (1)
Am I... a person?
However, he never showed any intention to speak
She hurriedly propped herself up and crawled over, looking helplessly at his back: "Young Master, please do not move... Where is the medicine for the wound? I will go get it for you..."
He straightened up and said, "I let you live through tonight, don't you want to?"
It likes the taste of blood; if you don't come over, you will reward it.
He looked at her appearance, unknowingly cracking his knuckles.
She stood shivering at the wind's edge, a quiet layer of snow blanketing her hair, shaking off like salt with a series of tremors that coursed through her body
She glanced in the direction he pointed and turned back to say, "The servant first tore open the young master's clothes; the wound and the garment are stuck together, making it impossible to separate them."
I do not touch dirty things
After hearing these words, he suddenly laughed out loud several times, which pulled at the whip wounds all over his body, causing the scabs that had just formed to split open again, sticking to the fabric, leaving a mess of blood and flesh
She is sixteen years old this year. Although she does not fully understand the ways of the world, she vaguely realizes that, on the brink of life and death, she has been stirred by the emotions of that person, who is covered in the scent of blood.
She stepped back a few paces in fright
Why were both brought together
After a long time, she could no longer hold back and wanted to test her own life and death
He merely chuckled, said no more, and got out of the car
Jiang Ling looked up at the object huddled in the corner, feeling somewhat hesitant
Ah... I have cleaned myself thoroughly, I am truly not dirty...
She did not dare to be negligent and quickly got up to go over.
The second shelf of the dark cabinet indeed holds a row of medicine bottles, among which there are two made of jade, seemingly engraved with names.
Zhang Duo, the eldest son of the Zhang family from Hanoi, was styled Tuihan and held the official position of Supervisor of the Central Secretariat. Although he appeared to come from a scholarly family of Confucian scholars, he adhered to the strict laws and severe punishments of Legalism and had a lifelong aversion to idle talk. Yet, he ironically named his residence "Idle Talk." He later designated this place as a private chamber of his residence, and although there were many servants in his household, in the span of five years, Jiang Ling had never seen Zhang Duo permit any woman to enter the Idle Talk residence.
Will the medicine be administered at the meeting
He was momentarily taken aback, then sneered: "Even if it comes from a lowly mouth, one should not mention relatives when lacking respect; you deserve to die for this."
She did not understand, yet she was still silenced by the force casually wielded in those words
His elder brother is a person as graceful as pine and jade, his surname... I am unworthy.
Xi Yin did not know which one was the gold sore medicine he mentioned, so he could only take out both bottles and carefully place them in front of him
In the car, she was already frightened, and now she was terrified by the white dragon sand, causing her to lose her composure. She dared not sit carelessly. Desperately tugging at the only piece of clothing on her, she barely managed to cover her lower body, and only then did she cautiously sit down on the ground.
Is Xi a surname
The interior is very warm, and even the floor is pleasantly warm
He reached out and picked up one of them, presenting it before her eyes. The cuff had slipped back, revealing a bloody wound.
He threw the disheveled silk handkerchief, stained with the dried blood, onto the ground and raised his head to look at her
Upon hearing this, her expression darkened. She glanced at her disheveled appearance and then looked at her bruised and battered knees.
Jiang Ling reined in the horse, leaped down from the carriage, lit a lantern, and stood beside the carriage, saying: "My lord, we have arrived. You should seek Dr. Mei for your injury."
Second layer, green jade bottle
I dare not! I do not dare!
Who peeled it below
In front of the solitary lamp, two similarly thin and tattered individuals sit facing each other in their own solitude
The people outside say that the young master never allows anyone to enter his quarters
Pulling the machine
He silently endured the excruciating pain throughout his body, meticulously wiping his hands, not even overlooking the gaps between his nails. She, on the other hand, stared intently at the ground by his feet, hoping he would speak, yet fearing his words.
He is a robust man with strong shins, and even when dressed in a Zen robe, he does not appear thin at all. Standing alone on the copper camel imperial road shaded by the catalpa trees, his body is covered in whip marks, and he allows the wind to whistle through the sleeves of his robe. The tall gates and mansions lining the road behind him seem to have lost their grandeur, their daytime opulence gradually revealing wounds similar to those on his own body
Alternatively, he does not like matters between men and women
He suddenly spoke
Her hair, as dark as a waterfall, cascades over her shoulders, appearing as a veil yet in reality a form of devastation. It renders her figure even more disheveled
There is no need to look for Mei Xinglin, just bring her in
I am not dirty, and I do not wish to be this way
He seems not to love women
Seat ... ... Silver
In an instant, all that remained around her was the sound of her increasingly weary breaths
She really cannot read... she...
However, the door is wide open, as if waiting for her
He is illiterate
The ancient catalpa tree towered above, blocking the powdery snow along the way. The ground was very dry, and stepping on it barefoot caused sharp pain with every step. She dared not make a sound as she followed closely behind him, occasionally glancing at Jiang Ling beside her. The copper bells on her feet brushed against the ground, producing a few sharp clinks in tune with her varying pace. Each time that happened, she would freeze in place until Jiang Ling pushed her forward with the hilt of his sword, forcing her to stumble ahead.
Zhang Duo did not look back, walking to the door of the room. He raised his hand to hang the lamp on a paulownia tree under the eaves, and then pushed the door and stepped inside. Before long, a solitary lamp was lit in the room, casting his shadow.
Jiang Ling stood under the parasol tree and said to her, "Go in."
Death brings cleanliness
Upon hearing the words "to kill", her pupils constricted
He pointed to a hidden cabinet on the wall
Having spoken, he released his fingers, discarding the person as one would a torn piece of cloth, clenched his fist, and gazed down with disdain.
This place is dirty
Upon hearing this, a thunderous sound suddenly echoed in her ears, and in a state of panic, she retreated to the corner, desperately trying to pull the robe piled around her waist to cover herself. However, the garment was too short; despite her efforts to curl her legs up to her chest, she still could not conceal her pair of feet, which were frozen and red from the cold in the snow.
The warm light illuminated his profile. The quiet spring night snow served as a backdrop, yet it could not evoke even the slightest trace of the noble temperament of the pines and cypresses
Sit down, wait for me to dry my hands
It is not ... ... the slave has no surname
He has been punished. But who exactly could make this man, who gouged out the eyes of the leader of the army in broad daylight, suffer such punishment
Take to ... ...
The curtain of the car was pulled back slightly, and the cold wind carrying snow blew in, causing the woman to shiver all over. Her nails scraped violently against the bottom of the car, instantly causing such pain that she could barely catch her breath. Yet, she dared not stop; even though the marks were no longer visible, she continued to wipe desperately.
Come here
For a moment, she could not comprehend what kind of person the man before her was, to the extent that even a fierce dog was afraid of him.
Jiang Ling
She blurted it out, but after only three words, she already regretted it
Yes
"I won't... ah, no, I will..."
The woman knelt on the car, trembling as she gazed at his back, and was horrified to discover that, in addition to the whip mark on his wrist, his back was also covered with severe whip scars. The force of the blows was so fierce that even the fabric was torn to shreds, mingling with flesh and blood, creating a grotesque and terrifying sight
The man turned to the side
She was still in a state of shock, staring blankly at the tuft of white fur in the corner.
The blue curtains were layered upon one another, and on the lotus-patterned ceramic table rested a statue of Guanyin. In front of the statue was an offering of a plum blossom. Aside from this, the interior was sparse, with no other furnishings. He sat cross-legged in front of the ceramic table, his head lowered, using a piece of white silk to wipe the blood from his hands. The blood-stained clothes on his body had not yet been changed; under the light, they appeared vividly soaked.
Upon hearing this, her legs went weak, and she hurriedly took the bottle from his hand and hid it behind her.
No one dares to ask
The woman was in a state of despair, wanting to approach him to plead, yet fearing his disdain
It is both cold and shameful, as well as fearful
He glanced at the two jade green vases and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile
No need, I will do it myself. You go and get the medicine
He walks ahead alone, personally carrying the lantern
He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "If you can do it, you will survive the night. What is your name?"
You, half human and half ghost
Your back ... ...
On a snowy night in early spring, when the chill has not yet retreated, the dog in the corner occasionally lets out two mournful howls.
You have an elder brother, how can you be without a surname
The vast mansion was eerily quiet, with only the scent of blood wafting in through the entrance carried by the wind
He did not speak, quietly watching her frantic movements
Just as she was about to walk over, a boastful bark erupted from the shadows. Before she could discern the source of the sound, a white dragon sand dog lunged at her with a furious bark. At the same time, a sharp whip wind sliced through the air in front of her face, and the snake-skin whip struck the dog with a loud crack. The white dragon sand dog yelped in pain and turned around, only to lose its composure upon seeing the whip wielder behind it. It crouched down, inching backward toward the curtain. Finally, it curled up in the corner, trembling all over, emitting a series of whimpering sounds from its nose. The white dragon sand dog yelped in pain and turned around, only to lose its composure upon seeing the whip wielder behind it. It crouched down, inching backward toward the curtain. Finally, it curled up in the corner, trembling all over, emitting a series of whimpering sounds from its nose.
As she spoke, her voice became as thin as a gossamer thread. She recalled the image of herself lying on his lap, the sensation of his palm against her skin, and could not help but tighten her legs. The area on her lower back, where his blood had stained her skin, grew increasingly hot and itchy, to the point that she could not resist reaching out to touch it
Yes
The vehicle has passed through Yonghe Lane, flanked by grand gates and magnificent houses, with the elegant dining halls revealed amidst the dense shade of large catalpa and sycamore trees. Under the sky, the snow is pink and white, pure and clean, infused with the rich fragrance of plum blossoms, falling gracefully and scattering throughout the sky
It is so, at our residence, apart from the young lady, no one is allowed to enter the master's chamber; those who violate this rule shall be punished with death
The shadow fell before him, yet he did not raise his head
That slave
As for why he chose to sever this human desire in his youth
Take it to the Qingtan Residence
Yes
A single word follows, as ruthless as a heart being cut out
Without waiting for him to finish speaking, she hurriedly responded, not even daring to sit down, springing up as if startled, kneeling and using the sleeve of her Zen robe to wipe the spot she had dampened. As she wiped, tears could not be restrained.
He still did not look up, merely uttering a sound of "hm" through his nose.
Do not ... ...
He set down the snake-skin whip and picked up the white silk cloth beside him again
In an instant, the thick smell of blood was also carried out with him.