The notoriety of fast time travel

When Jiang Ying returned to the mansion, Sun De, the official, trotted out to greet him immediately, "Master, all the guards who went out to look for Yan Yue have returned, but there is still no news of Yan Yue..."

"Eh?...My lord...you are..."

Looking at Jiang Ying at this time, Sun De was startled immediately, seeing bloodstains on the master's body and his eyes lost his mind.

"Yan Yue will never come back."

Jiang Ying's voice was light and light, and when he finished speaking, he stepped into the gate of the house.

Jiang Ying ordered the servants to prepare bath water, and all the servants were swung down by him, and they immersed themselves in the bathtub to wash away the blood from their bodies.

His body sank, and his head didn't enter the water. The warm water immediately poured into his ears and nose, and he lost his breath. When he felt that he was about to suffocate, he broke out of the water and stroked back the long hair that was scattered on his face.

Jiang Ying panted heavily. He leaned on the bathtub and looked up at the ceiling.He was wondering why he was crying in court.

Yan Yue said that she will only be loyal to him in this life, and she will die forever.

He is willing to go through fire and water for him, no matter what.

Yan Yue was abandoned by her own country, and was a slave in the Xia Kingdom for 12 years, but the woman she wanted to marry had no affection for him, maybe no one had ever treated him sincerely.The only thing to be thankful for is that he was brought back to the mansion by himself, but it didn't take long for him to truly become a human being. Instead of being crushed under his feet, he was designed to poison him, gouged out his eyes, and even When they died, their heads were beheaded by themselves......

Jiang Ying's face was numb, and he sank into the water suddenly, enjoying the suffocation brought by the water, which hurt his numb heart and lungs.

call--

Jiang Ying had already got up, and suddenly there seemed to be a chuckle, the corners of his lips curved up, stepped out of the bathtub to dry himself, and dressed slowly.

That simple child once wanted to assassinate the current emperor for him, as long as he ordered, he would kill anyone for himself.

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inside the palace

After the morning court in Mocheng, he walked quickly to the imperial study room, pushed away the main hall, and the person sitting in front of the table with several memorials scattered in it immediately put down the brush in his hand, knelt down and saluted, "The grassroots see Your Majesty."

"Flat body."

There was no expression on Mo Cheng's face at this time, his lips were pursed into a straight line, his deep face was hard to hide, but at this moment the majesty of the emperor poured out.

"How is your handwriting practice?"

"Back to Your Majesty, it's almost the same."

"Okay." Mo Cheng clenched his hands, "It seems that the time has come."

It's time for him to put an end to the humiliation he endured for many years, and the harm suffered by the one he loves.

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Sun De looked at the closed door and couldn't help feeling a little worried, "This master has been inside for a whole day, don't let anything happen."

It's no wonder that Sun De was worried. Jiang Ying had indeed kept the door closed since he entered the mansion, and he didn't eat or drink tea. The servants who went up to knock on the door were scared away by his sinister voice.

"Go, knock on the door and have a look." Sun De said to the servant beside him, "It's getting dark today, go ask the master if you want dinner."

Hearing that, the servant beside him kept hiding, "It's alright, Mr. Sun, please forgive me, I'm timid."

Looking at the servant, Sun De was so angry that his teeth itched, he went up and kicked him, "Useless thing!"

Then he walked into Jiang Ying's room. In fact, it was impossible not to be afraid, and his heart was blunt, but he had followed Jiang Ying for so many years, and his master and servant had a deep relationship. He was really worried about Jiang Ying's safety.

However, as soon as he arrived at the door, the door suddenly opened from the inside. Jiang Ying said to Sun De with his usual expression, "Get the carriage and go to Xishan."

Hearing this, Sun De was puzzled, Xishan?There is a mass grave there, just behind the imperial palace, there is a forest across the West Mountain. Generally, those who were executed in the palace are directly discarded there.

And it belongs to the wilderness, the corpses are piled up like a mountain, and it feels eerie to pass by from a long distance during the day, let alone at night.

But today the master is really abnormal, he didn't want to ask more questions, so he immediately asked someone to prepare.

At the master's request, Sun De chose two trustworthy domestic servants in the mansion. Jiang Ying sat in the carriage with his hands leaning on the window, sometimes staring at the gloomy night outside, a little dazed.

"Xiao Wei, play a comedy movie."

"Yes, actor."

Jiang won back to the Protoss space, and he and Xiaowei laughed together.

"Xiao Wei, you seem to have grown up."

Jiang Ying seemed to suddenly realize that there seemed to be only five in the box.The six-year-old Xiao Zhengtai looked like he was eight at this time.Looks like nine years old.

Unknowingly, at this moment in this world, he seemed to have suddenly discovered that his system had grown up under his nose.

"Yeah, actor, Xiaowei will grow up. Originally, I was 22, and when I grow up to a certain stage, I can transform into a form. In this way, I can directly protect you with my body in the world."

v587 said mischievously, Jiang Ying also seemed very happy, "It turns out that Xiaowei is so powerful."

"Let's play a comedy movie..."

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At this time they had already walked into the forest, the servants were lighting torches, and they were getting closer and closer to the West Mountain, feeling more and more gloomy air blowing towards their faces. At this time, the trees in the dark night could no longer see the original green color but They all turned into black shadows, and when the wind blew, there was a rustling sound. The two servants shrouded in terror watched the surroundings in fear. Only the old and experienced Sun De drove the car with a normal expression.

As we got closer to the mass graves, the smell of decay became stronger and stronger. Although it was the end of summer at this time, the temperature during the day was still not low, and the corpses that were usually dumped in Xishan would rot within four to five days. , besides, there are corpses of any time period there, layer by layer, it can be said that the stench is suffocating.

Finally, when he arrived at the place, accompanied by the retching sound of two servants, Jiang Ying got out of the carriage, turned around and saw corpses strewn all over the hills and plains, which made people feel scared and scalp numb.

Sun De lit a torch and handed it to Jiang Ying, and then he lit a torch and followed Jiang Ying to the sea of ​​corpses with a burden on his back.

Jiang Ying looked indifferent, stepped on the rotten and smelly corpses, and went down the edge of the sea of ​​corpses with torches, looking for these corpses one by one.

Some corpses even trampled through the whole body when they stepped down, and the lifted shoes and boots would also bring rotten flesh. The two of them stepped on each corpse with difficulty and searched for more than an hour.

Finally, under Jiang Ying's torch, he saw the headless corpse. He was still wearing the clothes of last night, and he was still holding the unique mask he had given him.

And Sun De, who had been following Jiang Ying silently and quietly, also recognized the corpse, and immediately shook his figure and took a big breath.

While being shocked, two lines of old tears fell down.

Recalling what the master said in the morning and the abnormality of this day, he had to accept this fact, but at this time he couldn't make a sound, he couldn't raise questions, he couldn't disturb the master...

Jiang Ying's torch swept around, and sure enough, Yan Yue's head was not far away.

Jiang Ying went to pick it up. At this time, Yan Yue's face was dead gray, her eyes were sunken and full of folds, and her bloody hair was messily sticking to her face. Jiang Ying smoothed his hair.

The knife marks on his neck were neat, and they were no longer bleeding.

In the pale moonlight, surrounded by tall trees with dark shadows, Jiang Ying held Yan Yue's head in the light of the torch, carefully caring for it, acting strangely and horribly. Dude, no one knows.

After tidying up, Jiang Ying returned to the corpse and said to Sun De in a calm voice, "Pass me the threaded needle and thread."

Hearing this, Sun De immediately rummaged through the package that Jiang Ying had delivered to him, found out the needle and thread, and handed it over.

"Light up for me." After saying that, Jiang Ying put Yan Yue's head back on his neck, adjusted the position, and finally started to fit the needle. His face was serious and serious, and his needle movements were neat and skillful. Without the slightest hesitation, his hands did not tremble.

Calm and unhurried, like sewing an item, calm and rational.

He has Jiang Ying's memory, his needlework can be delicate and smooth, can be seamless and beautiful, his needlework is unparalleled.

"Bring me the silk." Jiang Ying said calmly.

Jiang Ying took the silk ribbon that he handed over, which was a two-finger wide, high-quality dark blue ribbon. Jiang Ying wrapped him around his neck, completely covering up the traces of needlework.

After tying it up, Jiang Ying took off Yan Yue's filthy robe, "Give me the clothes."

What Jiang Ying chose for Yan Yue was a gown with a dark blue skirt, which happened to be the same color as the ribbon around the neck. The fabric was silky and of extraordinary quality.

After putting it on, Jiang Ying wiped off the dirt on Yan Yue's face with his sleeve, and then went to get the mask in his hand. After a long time, the mask was still tightly held in his hand, but he did not Dare to use too much strength, finally Jiang Ying had no choice but to separate Yan Yue's fingers one by one, and then took out the crumpled mask from his hand.

Smooth him out, wipe off the blood on the sleeve, and then gently paste it on his left forehead, covering up the word "slave" that will follow until death.

Finally, looking at the expensively dressed people, Jiang Ying smiled. He has always been confident in his own aesthetics, which is what he should look like.

Jiang Ying picked up Yan Yue horizontally, his steps were staggering and difficult, but the person in his arms was not biased in the slightest, lying quietly and steadily in his arms.

Back beside the carriage, Jiang Ying ordered, "Take out the mat."

He was very calm from the beginning to the end, knowing what he was doing, and very rationally prepared everything he needed, without missing a single step or detail.

The two servants over there had already dug the hole. Jiang Ying first threw a mat into it to cushion it, then gently put Yan Yue in it, let him lie flat, and finally covered him with a mat to prevent the new clothes from being stolen. Dirty dirt.

"Fill in the soil."

The soil buried the people inside bit by bit, and Jiang Ying watched the spade after spade of soil sprinkled down, and finally formed a bulging mound in front of him.

With a sigh, "Jiang's family is as rich as an enemy, but you are not allowed to have a coffin or a tombstone."

"However, you will no longer be a slave in the underground. I will kill you with a full family, and they will be buried with you for you to drive."

The author has something to say:

We are each other's little angels~

——This author is so shameless.