Chapter 75
No, no, you can't do this to me.
I must have seen it wrong.
Jiang Jian was trying hurriedly to calm himself down, forcing himself to stay calm, but when he opened his eyes again, the purple air was still gushing into Jiang Zhiyu's body.
Gradually.
Jiang Zhiyu's eyes, which had been drained of their spiritual energy, began to shine brightly, becoming noble and sparkling.
If you say.
Jiang Zhiyu used to be just a piece of priceless uncut jade, but now he is being carved and polished, and his brilliance is evident.
At first, Jiang Zhiyu only felt as if there was some force pushing him, but in an instant, severe pain came over him and he fell into the straw.
My head hurts.
It was as if someone was constantly lifting his skull. Jiang Zhiyu held his head and screamed in pain.
It seemed as if countless needles flew into the turbid air.
Fine, dense and long.
It penetrated into every pore of his body, and every little bit of pain gathered into a surging river.
Jiang Fuxiao was frightened by his appearance and hid behind Mrs. Jiang. The mother and daughter stood next to Jiang Fuqin, frowning and looking at the scene in front of them coldly.
"Mother."
Jiang Zhiyu's teeth were chattering as he slowly crawled to Mrs. Jiang's side and tried to sit up, but he was in so much pain that he had no strength at all. He needed help.
He raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at Mrs. Jiang.
before.
If he said he was feeling unwell, Mrs. Jiang would ask him how he was feeling, ask a doctor to see him as soon as possible, and even watch him take medicine with her own hands.
But this time.
Mrs. Jiang sat upright, protecting her two daughters, her eyes full of indifference.
See him reaching out.
Mrs. Jiang subconsciously opened her arms to protect her two daughters. Although they were used to hiding their emotions, Jiang Zhiyu still saw the disgust that flashed across their eyes.
For a while.
His body, which had been crushed by thousands of mountains and rivers, was weak, but it was a little better at last. Jiang Zhiyu gritted his teeth and slowly sat up, a sad smile flashing across his pale face.
He didn't really want to ask Mrs. Jiang for help.
I just want to make a final confirmation to see if they are still sincere to me!
"Holding the jade."
Jiang Jianzheng came to his son's side. He knew how painful it was to have good luck entering the body.
Like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.
He can't even be touched by others. The more he is touched, the more painful it becomes. He has to endure it. Once he gets through it, he will be able to return to the way he was before, and even be smarter and more successful than before!
possible.
There are even greater achievements!
"Are you feeling better?"
Jiang Jian wanted to touch his son with trembling hands, but was afraid of hurting him, so he finally tried to hold his hand.
"Hold on, your sister is giving you a present, hold on."
What?
Jiang Zhiyu was stunned and turned to look at Jiang Jianzheng in disbelief.
But.
There was more and more sadness in Jiang Jianzheng's eyes, and finally he turned his head away and didn't dare to look at Jiang Zhiyu.
at first.
Jiang Zhiyu didn't quite understand what this meant, but then he grabbed Jiang Jianzheng's shoulders fiercely and asked him in a disoriented manner.
"What do you mean? Father, what does this mean?"
No no no.
It couldn't be what he thought.
He doesn't want his sister to return her luck to him. He doesn't want it, he really doesn't want it!
Jiang Jian turned his head and said nothing, but his trembling body showed that the answer to his question already existed.
Hope suddenly collapsed in Jiang Zhiyu's beautiful eyes.
The sharp pain pierced into the heart and then spread to all parts of the body.
He sat on the straw in a daze, like a wooden sculpture, with an expression of endless pain on his handsome face.
For a while.
Jiang Zhiyu raised his hands, looked at his palms which were gradually becoming full, and asked with trembling lips in panic and helplessness.
"What should I do? How can I return her luck to her? Why can't I always stay by her side when she is in trouble? Why?"
He crawled towards the cell door like a madman, knelt there, clasped his hands together, and looked up at the gloomy outside the cell door.
"I am willing to exchange my life for hers. Please save her and don't let her die."
Speaking of.
He began to kowtow, each kowtow louder than the last.
With a bang, blood gushed out from the forehead in an instant.
Jiang Jian rushed forward and tried to stop him, trying to persuade him with red eyes.
"Zhiyu, your sister won't come back if you do this, and you will harm your body instead. She gave you her luck, not to let you hurt yourself. Zhiyu, you have to live well for her."
Jiang Zhiyu shook his head.
"My mother told me to take good care of my sister and protect her, but I broke my promise again and again."
"No, you protect her very well. I know you love your sister very much."
It was precisely because Jiang Zhiyu had always been caring for his sister that he often stayed in the Imperial Observatory and did not go back.
But this moment.
Jiang Jianzheng knew that he was wrong, very wrong.
"Father, please count again, count again, to see if my sister is still alive?"
"Father……"
Seeing that Jiang Jianzheng did not move, Jiang Zhiyu knelt in front of him and begged him. Jiang Jianzheng wanted to calculate, but he simply could not.
Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Fuxiao didn't understand what they were saying at first, but now they are sure.
Jiang Zhaoying is dead!
It turns out that Jiang Zhaoying is dead.
Joy welled up in Mrs. Jiang's eyes. She turned around, held the unconscious Jiang Fuqin in her arms, and patted her head gently.
Her daughter will not have a short life, but will live a long life and become extremely rich and powerful in the future.
"Mother."
When Jiang Fuxiao saw her hugging her sister, he quickly leaned over to her. Looking at how she loved Jiang Fuqin, a trace of deep jealousy flashed in his eyes.
From childhood to adulthood.
The mother always paid special attention to Jiang Fuqin and loved her very much. She would give anything delicious or useful to her sister first. Only what her sister had left over was hers.
cough……
There was a slight cough in my arms.
Mrs. Jiang was startled and hurriedly placed Jiang Fuqin on the straw covered with clothes, stroking her face gently, her eyes full of heartache.
"Fuqin, are you awake? How do you feel now?"
Jiang Fuqin's face was ashen, her eyes were lifeless, and she looked as if she was terminally ill. If she hadn't opened her eyes and was lying like that, someone who didn't know her would have thought she was dead.
Jiang Fuqin turned her head and looked at Jiang Zhiyu, who was sitting there in silence, her lifeless eyes filled with deep shock.
"Zhiyu, your sister is awake, come and see her."
The word "sister" made Jiang Zhiyu stand up suddenly, but when he saw that Mrs. Jiang was talking about Jiang Fuqin, he fell silent again.
"Fuqin has always respected you and thought of you as her elder brother. Jiang Zhaoying is your sister, but Qin'er is not your sister?"
The pain in his head was getting worse and worse, as if long, thin needles were stabbing into it, and no matter how he struggled, it couldn't get better.
Jiang Zhiyu raised his pale face slightly, looked at Mrs. Jiang and smiled miserably.
"You also know that when you call out names, you're calling Jiang Zhaoying and Qin'er."
Mrs. Jiang was stunned.
It's just a name, you can call it whatever you want, what's the big deal?
Jiang Zhiyu looked at her nonchalant expression and it would be a lie to say he wasn't sad. For a long time, he really treated Mrs. Jiang as his own mother and cared for Fuqin and Fuxiao as his best sisters.
During the time when Jiang Zhaoying ignored him, he gave all his love for his sisters to both of them, and he would satisfy whatever they wanted.
All the playboys in the capital knew that he was a man who doted on his sister. Many people thought that he doted on Jiang Zhaoying, but in fact, he doted on Jiang Fuqin and Jiang Fuxiao more.
"Brother."
Jiang Fuqin extended her hand toward Jiang Zhiyu.
Jiang Zhiyu didn't move.
Jiang Fuqin struggled to get up, but as soon as she moved she started coughing continuously and even spit out blood.
"Brother."
"Qin'er, don't move. What's wrong with you? When will this disease be cured?"
Mrs. Jiang held Jiang Fuqin in her arms and gently stroked her heart. When she looked at Jiang Zhiyu, her eyes turned red with anxiety.
"My sister misses you, Zhiyu. If you still consider her your sister, come and see her."
If Jiang Zhiyu had heard this in the past, he would have been very happy, thinking that this is how a family should be. But now, there was nothing but coldness in his eyes.
When he stood up, he staggered and almost fell. It took him a while to calm himself down before he slowly walked to Jiang Fuqin's side.
Jiang Fuqin seemed a little impatient. Despite her weak body, she struggled to grab Jiang Zhiyu's hand.
Jiang Zhiyu looked at her coldly.
Almost at that moment, a hint of satisfaction appeared on Jiang Fuqin's face, and then she took a deep breath.
It was a very comfortable feeling. Compared to the pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand knives inside the body, this feeling was really much more comfortable.
…
My palms are empty.
The stinging pain spread to all parts of his limbs again. Jiang Fuqin's eyes were filled with fear and he hurriedly tried to grab Jiang Zhiyu's hand.
But Jiang Zhiyu just stood up with a cold face, returned to Jiang Jianzheng's side, sat quietly, closed his eyes, and said no more words.
"Brother, please help me."
Jiang Fuqin seemed to be out of control, crawling towards Jiang Zhiyu crying, but she was seriously ill this time, more seriously than any other time, and no medicine could relieve her pain. She was in so much pain.
As long as she got close to Jiang Zhiyu, she would feel much more comfortable, and as long as Jiang Zhiyu was willing, she would recover quickly.
"Sister, you are not in love with big brother, are you?"
Jiang Fuxiao looked at her crazy appearance, stepped forward to stop Jiang Fuqin and spoke in horror.
Mrs. Jiang raised her hand and hit Jiang Fuxiao.
"How can you talk like that? They are biological siblings. Your sister is sick and scared, so she wants her brother to protect her."
"Get out of the way."
Jiang Fuqin was very anxious and wanted to push Jiang Fuxiao away, but Jiang Fuxiao refused to move, and there was even a hint of malice in his eyes.
Jiang Jianzheng's face was as dark as ink. He clenched his fists tightly, saying nothing and doing nothing.
"Zhiyu, Zhiyu, can you help me play the piano? No matter what you think of her, let me, as a mother, bear it, okay?"
"You will get married in the future, become a father, and understand the love that parents have for their children. Can you help her? It won't cost you your life, so what's the big deal?"
Jiang Zhiyu frowned, moved away a little, and turned his back to Madam Jiang and the others.
Always knew it.
He knew his sister was right.
only.
He always thought that with more kindness, more tolerance and more harmony, this family would be more like a home and everyone would live happier.
But only now did he realize that some wolves could never be tamed. Their selfishness and viciousness were already doomed, and they would never be kind to him and Zhaoying.
The purple air gradually became thinner, and my body gradually became familiar and accepted it. After the severe pain, there was a strange feeling, a feeling of clear mind and bright eyes.
far away.
There was the sound of orderly footsteps.
A guard team came over here, and with a wave of his hand, the jailer stepped forward and opened the door.
Mrs. Jiang patted Fuqin's head, then hurried forward and asked.
"Can we go out now? We can go out now, right?"
The leading guard glanced at Madam Jiang indifferently, with an unpredictable expression, as if smiling.
"Yes, you can go out now."
Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Fuxiao were overjoyed when they heard this, and the three of them hugged each other and laughed.
The guard looked at their dumbfounded expressions with a hint of mockery in his eyes, but when he looked at Jiang Jianzheng and Jiang Zhiyu, he became more cautious.
Jiang Jian was supporting Jiang Zhiyu, while Madam Jiang and Jiang Fuxiao were supporting Jiang Fuqin. The moment they stumbled out of the prison door, the sunlight shone through, making it so bright that they could not open their eyes.
"Mom, I stink so badly. I need to go back and take a shower and change my clothes."
Jiang Fuxiao pouted and yelled, "That was really not a place for human beings to stay. It made her feel sick every time she thought about it."
"Go call the embroiderer from Linglong Pavilion. I need to make some clothes and some new jewelry. Hey... my clothes stink."
Smelling the faint musty smell on his sleeves, Jiang Fuxiao was really about to collapse.
From childhood to adulthood.
They lived a life of luxury, and their lives were no worse than those of the princesses in the palace.
and.
Her mother had already let the news out that they were going to discuss marriage soon, and she didn't want these things to affect her future.
"Let's go."
The guard pointed at the carriage behind him and spoke in a cold voice.
Mrs. Jiang, her mother and her two daughters thought that the carriage was going to take them back home, so they got on it happily.
Only when Jiang Jian saw the carriage, his heart began to tremble violently, and his face turned pale. He held Jiang Zhiyu's hand tightly, and the father and son got on the same carriage together.
The guard turned around and looked at Madam Jiang and her three daughters chatting and laughing, then scratched his head and smiled at his colleagues.
"These days, there are still people who are not afraid of death. The Jiang family still has talented people."
Speaking of.
The group drove the carriage towards the west of the city.
The environment around me was getting noisier and noisier, like a vegetable market, with sounds coming one after another, but it was clearly not like this on both sides when I came here.
"get off."
When the sound came, the curtain was also lifted.
Madam Jiang sat steadily in the carriage, waiting for the servants from the mansion to come and serve her.
The guard waited for a long time but saw no one getting off the carriage, so he stuck his head out and said angrily.
"get off!"
The whip hit the carriage, and Mrs. Jiang and her daughter were startled. They got out of the car in a hurry, and before they could see clearly, they turned around and left with the guards who surrounded them.
Wait until they wake up and see everything clearly.
Mrs. Jiang screamed in fear.
"No, no, no, that's not it. What are you going to do?"
This is not a return to the Jiang Mansion, this is taking them to the place where they will be beheaded in public. This is to kill them, this is to take their lives.
how so?
Without even giving them a chance for interrogation, they are simply convicted of crimes and left no chance for them to live?
"If you have anything to say, just say it. Time waits for no one."
The executioner looked at Jiang Jianzheng and Jiang Zhiyu who were silent, then glanced at Madam Jiang who was screaming hysterically, then held the command arrow in his hand and spoke with a frown.
Mrs. Jiang turned her head.
"What crime have we committed? Who convicted us? Why can you kill us at will?"
No matter who the person is or what crime he or she has committed, he or she must go through a trial, investigation, signatures, etc.
Why do they kill just because they want to?
"You should ask the emperor about this. What have you done to anger the emperor? Do you still want to survive?"
The executioner frowned and shouted, and the common people in the audience also looked at him coldly, throwing the things in their hands at Madam Jiang and the others, cursing angrily.
"Fake Emperor, you are shameless. You have deceived us for many years. We still worship Lord Jiang as a god."
"The Jiang family killed so many people in Qingshan Town today, and they may kill us tomorrow, so we must not let them go. We must kill them quickly. They are just murderers. What are we waiting for? Kill them quickly..."
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