Black eyes
For several days in a row, Jiang Jingyuan, apart from practicing martial arts and attending classes, stayed indoors in the hall, squeezing his time into accumulating spiritual energy in the jade ring, constantly compressing and condensing it, and learning to use it in combat.
When she relaxed again, she looked up at the date and was startled to find that her seven-day appointment with Rong Hou was coming again.
However, on the day before the seven-day appointment, Runiang, who was by Rong Hou's side, suddenly came to tell her:
"Your Highness Jing Yuan, the Queen has been busy with affairs recently. I asked this servant to come and tell you. I will come back in a month. By then, I will come and tell you a day in advance."
Jiang Jingyuan nodded blankly, feeling that Empress Rong's arrangement was exactly what she wanted. She wondered strangely, could Empress Rong really have such magical powers?
Do you even know what she has been doing and thinking recently?
——Anyway, she is busy with her own affairs, there is no point in thinking too much.
Runiang passed on the message and left.
The rays of sunlight that filtered into the hall through the window lattice fell on the ground in front of the girl, without touching her at all.
Her light yellow dress meandered down from the edge of the bed, and her two bare feet, vaguely visible, hovered in the air, not touching the ground.
In the hazy space, the girl sat on the edge of the bed, watching the tiny particles illuminated by the sunlight slowly and leisurely falling in the air in front of her. Her eyes were blank, and her hand unconsciously turned the water-colored jade ring on her index finger.
Today, when Runiang came, she remembered a question that had flashed through her mind before and could no longer be recalled:
Why did Ronghou write between the lines that day to warn her to be on guard against Jiang Jingjian and not to invest too much emotion in him?
Did she just remind her, or had she also warned Jiang Jingjian without her knowing? What was Rong Hou trying to do? Was she trying to set them both up against each other, like raising a Gu? Survival of the fittest?
Thinking of this, Jiang Jingyuan immediately rejected this conjecture. Jiang Jingjian was different from her. She was easily startled and would be shaken by a few words from Rong Hou, but Jiang Jingjian...
Just like when Jiang Jingjian found out that she had gone to the bottom of Tianshui Pond, his reaction from beginning to end was one of worry and fear. He never felt that Jiang Jingyuan was different from what he knew, or that Jiang Jingyuan was out of control...
Never...
Jiang Jingyuan felt that even if Queen Rong told Jiang Jingjian to be wary of her, he would not show the slightest panic or vigilance.
It's like—
Regardless of whether Jiang Jingyuan was naive or cruel, he felt it was natural and even felt that Jiang Jingyuan was more humane...
The girl, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, slowly leaned to the right, flopping sideways onto the bed, half her face buried in the soft covers. She stared at the tranquil scene in front of her, motionless for a long time, her thoughts uncertain, or perhaps her mind had wandered.
Her eyes gradually narrowed, and she became sleepy, as if she was about to fall into a deep sleep...
Suddenly, Jiang Jingyuan's whole body, which was lying motionless on his side, trembled.
She opened her eyes suddenly, her heart pounding with fear, cold sweat on her back, and the sound of her violent heartbeat exploded in her ears——
The one accompanying Jiang Jingjian is Jiang Jingyuan, and she is Jiang Yunshu!
Why was Jiang Yunshu influenced by Jiang Jingyuan?
She seems to really...
I can't remember who I am anymore.
Jiang Jingyuan bent his right arm that was resting on the bed, propped himself up on the thick quilt with one hand and sat up again, suppressing the panicked heartbeat in his chest, closing his eyes and focusing all his attention on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the jade ring.
Suddenly, Jiang Jingyuan's face turned pale rapidly, and her brows tightened. Instead of opening her eyes, she closed them even tighter. Through her eyelids, one could clearly see her eyeballs moving anxiously underneath.
"Well……"
"Cough, cough cough..."
Jiang Jingyuan opened her eyes and suddenly raised her hands to cover her mouth and nose. Her shoulders shook slightly, and dark red blood flowed out from between her fingers as she coughed.
Large amounts of blood flowed down from the palm of her hand, splashing onto her goose yellow dress, creating a riot of black and red flowers and leaves of all sizes.
——She was anxious.
There were faint red streaks in her eyes. She lowered her eyes to look at the index finger of her left hand. The water-colored jade ring on the index finger was stained with a few drops of scarlet. In a trance, she seemed to see the winter plum blossoms blooming little by little on the branches in the cold winter.
The blood drops sank and melted into the jade ring, like a few drops of red ink dripping into the clear surface of a lake. At first, they were clumps with clear edges, but later they slowly spread out, decomposed into countless blood threads, and dissolved into the lake water.
The bloody smell rose up in his throat again. Jiang Jingyuan frowned, squinted his eyes and spat out another large mouthful of blood, choking and coughing repeatedly. The smell of blood paralyzed his senses, and large patches of flower-shaped blood red appeared in front of his eyes.
When she raised her eyes again, she felt the cold wind rushing into the hall and instantly swept over her whole body.
Her eyes were dark and bright for a while, and when she opened them again, she was caught off guard by what she saw -
Amidst the bright red air, there was a pair of eyes staring at him closely in his field of vision, very close, right in front of his nose.
Jiang Jingyuan was startled and trembled all over. Then she realized that a hand was grabbing her right wrist and forcibly pulling her right hand away from the lower half of her face.
At the same time, she also saw the face of the person in front of her clearly, and her heart sank...
It’s Jiang Jingjian.
Surprise and suspicion grew in her heart, and she felt a little complicated. Everything finally turned into subconscious avoidance of the gaze.
Jiang Jingyuan lowered his eyes and said nothing.
The lower half of her face was covered in blood, and blood was faintly flowing out of the corner of her mouth... Jiang Jingjian leaned over to look at her, one hand firmly grasping her right wrist, which was inevitably stained with blood.
He frowned and took out a porcelain bottle out of thin air with his other hand.
He clenched his fingers suddenly, and the porcelain bottle shattered in his hands with a "bang".
White porcelain pieces of varying sizes fell to the ground, creating a series of crisp, melodious sounds in the quiet hall. His fingertips were as white as jade, and only three emerald green pills rested neatly on his open palm as he handed them to Jiang Jingyuan.
“???”
“!!!”
Jiang Jingyuan was startled and expressionlessly frightened by his action.
She didn't dare to say anything more. She took the pill and swallowed it obediently. She didn't even notice whether the pill felt cool or warm after it turned into water in her throat. She just felt that she was no longer vomiting blood.
She raised her sleeve to wipe the blood off the lower half of her face. Instead of wiping it clean, it left a smudge, but she just wanted to make her mouth and nose feel better.
She opened her mouth, looked at Jiang Jingjian's somewhat solemn expression, and wanted to say something, but was pulled up by Jiang Jingjian first.
Jiang Jingyuan was like a powerless rag doll, being pushed by him to the two or three palace maids who hurried into the hall. The maids carefully supported her and took her to clean up.
As she followed the palace maid forward, Jiang Jingyuan dazedly saw the young man in white standing behind her raise his eyelids and glance at her coldly.
Jiang Jingyuan: "!!!"
A thick mist filled the room, and the warm fragrance drifted away as the palace maids walked back and forth. Jiang Jingyuan narrowed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep.
She was betrothed by the palace maids in the side hall for an hour.
Jiang Jingyuan changed into a white dress and was then wrapped tightly in a plush cloak by a palace maid and sent back to the main hall.
The white porcelain fragments on the floor of the hall had already been cleaned up. When two or three palace maids saw her coming, they lowered their heads and saluted gracefully, then danced out of the hall. With a muffled "bang", the magnificent hall door was ruthlessly closed.
Jiang Jingyuan stood there without moving, silently watching the young man in white sitting on a chair not far away.
He didn't look at her, but just tilted his head and lowered his eyes to look at the teapot in his hand. The teapot tilted, and "splash--" the warm tea rushed into the teacup. In an instant, the fragrance of tea filled the air and a faint white mist rose.
Only then did he put down the teapot, turned to look at her, opened his thin lips, and spoke in a calm and indifferent voice: "What are you standing for? Come and sit down."
Jiang Jingyuan walked over without saying a word, not daring to refuse to sit, looking like a well-behaved and obedient child.
——She said that Jiang Jingjian was really scary when he didn’t smile.
"Tyrant!" Jiang Jingyuan said in his heart, but still took the teacup he handed to him.
The two drank tea in silence, one resting his elbow on the armrest of the chair, holding the teacup with his fingers and drinking casually from it to his mouth, while the other held the teacup with both hands and sipped it in small sips.
"Whether you want to kill me or cut me up, just tell me..." Jiang Jingyuan thought silently.
She remained expressionless, but in her heart she was beginning to feel the pressure of silence and oppression.
Was the person sitting across the table from her still her adorable brother Jiang Jingjian? Was he really not some kind of ferocious jungle tiger or leopard?
Jiang Jingyuan quietly turned his eyes and looked at the person next to him, and happened to meet the eyes of the person next to him.
Their eyes met.
Jiang Jingyuan was like a cat whose tail was suddenly stepped on. The fingertips pressing on the teacup turned white, and he suppressed the subconscious reaction of suddenly jumping up from the chair to escape or attack.
She only stared at him for a moment before quickly looking away in fear.
Just one glance made her feel cold all over.
These eyes were not as distinct from her memory, expressing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Instead, they seemed to contain a thick black mist, silently swirling around.
The moment you see these eyes, the only thing that comes to your mind is a terrified scream of "escape"!
"sorry."
Jiang Jingyuan grabbed the teacup, his fingertips trembling.
The hall was filled with warm fragrance.
Jiang Jingyuan only heard a light and somewhat crisp "click". His eyes drooped, and a piece of white clothing appeared at the edge of his vision.
Jiang Jingyuan looked up, and a strand of her long black hair fluttered across the tip of her nose.
Jiang Jingjian stood in front of her, took the teacup from her hand and placed it on the table. He raised his eyebrows, glanced at her with displeasure, and said, "You were the one who was hurt. Why are you saying 'I'm sorry' to me?"
I'm sorry, please give me back the Jiang Jingjian I had before, thank you...
Jiang Jingyuan screamed inwardly.
But on the surface, she just looked at him, not daring to blink. Her eyes were sore from being open, and the red blood vessels in them were brighter.
Suddenly, the aura around the young man in white in front of him changed.
His brows furrowed, a hint of anger in his distinct black and white eyes. He raised his hand and poked her forehead beneath her hair with his index finger, gritting his teeth.
“Jiang Jingyuan!!!
“Good you!
"I haven't seen you for just a few days, and you've become so powerful? You're vomiting blood in your room?! If I hadn't happened to come looking for you and heard the coughing and the smell of blood outside the hall, how long would it have taken for someone to find you collapsed in the hall?!!"
Jiang Jingyuan squinted his eyes in pain, reached out and grabbed his raised sleeve, and said, "No more!" Not next time!
Jiang Jingjian withdrew his hands, folded his arms and stood with a cold snort.
With her head hanging to one side, the girl in white narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to rub her forehead, when she was suddenly embraced by a sharp wind.
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw layers of white robes in front of her.
Jiang Jingjian gently embraced her. From above her head came a voice that sounded like a smile, but upon closer listening, one could not tell whether it was happy or angry:
"Haste makes waste. Don't be too impatient. You vomited so much blood this time. You must be scared, right?"
Jiang Jingjian narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed her hair, and said in a low voice: "Then take a break today? I'll take you out to play and have some fun."
Jiang Jingyuan: "!!!"
Jiang Jingyuan's eyes went dark.
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