Yue Chenqing's face was stained with blood and tears.
He stared at Jiang Yexue with a tragic wailing and howling in his throat. "You... lied to me ... you lied to me!!!"
"That's your own stupidity," Jiang Yexue said lightly. He still smiled when facing Mo Xi, and when he faced Yue Chenqing, all the smiles on his face were condensed and his eyes were cold like ice general.
He seemed to feel that Mo Xi was overwhelmed with serious injuries, and couldn't help himself with the poison of the corpse grass. Yue Chenqing was more concerned about Mo Xi, which made him feel threatened and sick.
He walked step by step in front of Yue Chenqing, condescending to gaze at his half-brother.
Jiang Yexue was actually very tall. When he stood in front of Yue Chenqing, the coldness and oppression could really make a person feel cold.
"You are stupid and have no mind. You don't trust your uncle. Who are you blaming again?"
"I don't! I just... I just..."
"Oh, don't you?" Jiang Yexue sneered. "You just accidentally called out the ghost soldiers in the blood pool, and you accidentally wounded your uncle, right?"
Yue Chenqing's face was disappointed.
"Yue Chenqing, you are really protected by him. Oh no, no, not just him," Jiang Yexue said. "You are also spoiled by your father, by your uncle ... by all the fools of the Yue family. Protecting, in the end, you really became a wasted snack who only knows two curses."
He spoke, grabbing Yue Chenqing's hair and lifting him from the ground.
Then he slapped his face for a while without making a sound. Xiao Lan'er, who had already her spirit core hollowed out and made into a puppet, obediently pushed the wheelchair towards them.
Jiang Yexue was extremely hard with his hand, tightly holding Yue Chenqing's neck, and pressed him into the wheelchair.
It was like a cave with bones picked apart by hyenas. Yue Chenqing had his hair upside down and did not want to sit in a wheelchair at all. He was pale and struggling hysterically, but Jiang Yexue exchanged more force. Jiang Yexue couldn't help but be pressed by him into his chair.
He leaned over, narrowed his eyes, stretched out two tall fingers, and lifted his chin.
"If you grew up in my place, brother, you wouldn't look so innocent and stupid. You're such a fool that I envy you, you know."
Yue Chenqing was shaking all over. Even if he tore a person's skin and flesh, separate his blood from his bones, and turned them inside out, he would not be so confused.
Yue Chenqing seemed to have a lot to say. He was broken, angry, pathetic, vicious. But as Jiang Yexue said, Yue Chenqing had been so well protected since he was young that he even only had two words for swearing. And the pitiful words he knew could not describe the mood of his destruction at the moment.
He seemed to be crushed by these emotions. He was crushed by these emotions.
What he could pick up tremblingly in this broken room was only a feeble question - "Why are you… Why do you do this... "
"Why shouldn't I?" Jiang Yexue stood in front of the wheelchair. He had been sitting on this chair for a long time. Now it was someone else's turn to sit on it.
"Yue Chenqing, you and I are the descendants of the Yue family. What's your day, and what's mine?"
Yue Chenqing raised his eyes and said hoarsely, "Everyone says you are a gentleman… So you… You've got filth in your heart… It's deeper than anyone..." Jiang Yexue was always calm, thin, gloomy, or hypocritical.
Only there was no anger.
But this sentence was like a key, which broke the most rusty lock in his heart. The fury, which was still accumulating but never coming out, made his eyes bright and his face distorted.
It was infiltrating between his lips and tongue word by word, and the wind and rain were coming.
"I'm a gentleman in vain, hiding evil from others?"
Jiang Yexue sneered, "Yue Chenqing, Yue Chenqing… Anyone in the world can say that about me, but you are not worthy. Do you know who you're talking to?"
The laughter broke suddenly and tightened abruptly.
Jiang Yexue flicked his sleeve and turned around. The eyes that were staring at Yue Chenqing were full of hatred crawling inside up to the point of being bloodshot.
He picked up Yue Chenqing's skirt and stared at the face. His lips and teeth were filled with hatred and he knocked out chilling sentences——
"If I didn't save you, Yue Chenqing, you would be a spring man in a grave! It's your job, but it's your so-called gentleman's death!"
This cavity of twisted hatred had been overstocked for too many years. When it was finally spewing out, Jiang Yexue was trembling all over. He suddenly released Yue Chenqing with so much strength that the wheelchair rolled back.
Jiang Yexue looked up at Yue Chenqing. His eyes were red, and then he looked around the Huntian cave, which symbolized the strongest power of the Yue family. He looked around at the ghost soldiers who only obeyed the orders of the Yue family. He looked at Mo Xi's body paralyzed by the corpose grass, and at Xiao Lan'er… Finally, it fell on Murong Chuyi who was unconscious and seriously injured.
His chest seemed to have been stabbed by a small needle. The pain was not unbearable, but it made him breathless and made his eyes red.
He looked at Yue Chenqing with a cruel look.
He repeated the curse again. "It's your life, but the death of your so-called gentleman..."
Yue Chenqing didn't understand what he was talking about, but these words alone were enough to make him look like earth.
Yue Chenqing said lowly, "What do you mean..."
"What do you mean?" Jiang Yexue sneered.
The smell in the air was strong, and those who witnessed all this couldn't turn back.
But Jiang Yexue himself knew that, in fact, if he had chosen another way twenty years ago, there would have been no big killing. Everything he wanted should be his.
Twenty three years ago.
There were two paths before him.
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That year, the young man was called by his mother to the side room.
But after so many years, he could still remember his mother Xie's beautiful but gloomy face.
She said to him, "Yexue, how shall we live in the future."
There was a faint ambergris burning in the house, an expensive incense wreathed around the same well-dressed lady Xie. She was covered with pearly jade, and her snow jade lotus arm was covered with gold and silver bracelets. In his memory, his mother had always been such a poor and not necessarily beautiful, but she loved such a gorgeous extravagant dress.
Because that represented Yue Juntian's love for her.
In Chonghua Jiaofang20, there were many beautiful qin girls like millet, but how many of them could make it to her present stage?
Madam Xie was proud of her success, but also worried about her future situation. She knew very clearly that Yue Juntian and Murong Huang had an engagement, and her ambition did not stop at being a concubine.
In order to monopolize Yue Juntian's heart, she tried her best. Not only did she try to please her husband, but she also led Jiang Yexue to the door of Gentelman Song, the most virtuous man in the mansion at that time. She asked Gentleman Song to teach him not only the skill of refining weapons, but also the truth of life and work.
Therefore, when Jiang Yexue was young, he had little contact with his mother. Instead, he often read books with Gentleman Song. He was a good and upright man, and taught him to be gentle, tolerant and elegant.
With such efforts, Yue Juntian was naturally fascinated by Lady Xie. At that time, he was extremely satisfied with Jiang Yexue. He even said that he wanted Jiang Yexue to inherit the Yue family and become the patriarch of the family after a hundred years. And the mother who heard this sentence, even though she knew it was a drunken sentence, was also very happy and embraced Jiang Yexue and kissed him with infinite joy.
But it was a pity that Yue Juntian, no matter how lecherous or romantic he was, he was still a man of little kindness. Madam Xie was also aware of his temperament, so after a short period of happiness, she would still say to Jiang Yexue anxiously, "You don't want to see your father treat us well now, but that person will always enter the main Yue mansion. Once that person has passed the door, you and I can only live in a low manner, and that day will not be easy."
On this day, Madam Xie called him into the room, took his hand and looked at him carefully for a while. Suddenly, she hugged him in her arms, and said to him, "It's just… It's just you..."
"Mother...?"
The woman choked for a while, then said, "Xue'er Murong Huang… Murong Huang is going to marry into his family."
"…"
"On the first day of next month." Madam Xie let him go, but she still held his sleeve tightly, like a straw for life. She stared at him with red eyes. Those beautiful eyes were not beautiful at all. They were full of hatred and bigotry. "Xue'er… Mother is not willing to… How can I be willing... "
"Ah Niang..."
"We must fight, fight and steal. Do you understand?"
But Jiang Yexue didn't mean to fight for anything at that time. In fact, he didn't care about the money and status that his mother was infatuated with. He thought that these things he had in front of him were enough, even too extravagant. If he chose them, he would prefer to live in the human environment without the noisy leisurely days.
Just looking at his mother's sad, even paranoid eyes, he could not say these words.
He had always been kind-hearted and unwilling to make people sad, let alone his mother.
"Don't worry, there will be a way. There's always a way. Your mother won't let her take everything away from you, and she won't let her bully you at will."
"You and I are the only ones in the Yue manion. Yexue, Xue'er Ah Niang's good child, everything that Ah Niang does later is for you, you must also face your Ah Niang, you know?"
"Everything will come back to us."
He blinked his eyes. He was very precocious. He didn't agree with his mother's extreme desire for power and wealth, but he knew her humble origin, the difficulty of her journey, and the fear of the vermillion stairway's collapse. So he could reconcile with her in his heart.
It's just that he didn't mean to fight.
On the day Murong Huang married into the mansion, his mother was dressed up in a gorgeous manner. She was born as a qin girl. She used to live a happy life. It was not difficult for her to put on a delicate smile. She courteously welcomed her, humbly tolerated her, and humbly flattered her.
At the beginning of the feast, when the guests were full, Jiang Yexue quietly left the hall full of toasts.
It was very dark. It was snowing late.
He tightened his tight fitting fur. He remembered that the plum blossoms were blooming in the backyard, so he planned to go there and fold two branches to put them in his room and his mother's room. So he walked all the way to the garden on the thin crunchy snow.
Then there he saw a young man in white like snow, wearing a bright red cape, standing in the snow, looking up at the old plum tree beside the white wall and the black tile.
——It was his first meeting with Murong Chuyi.