Yue Chenqing's face was stained with blood, and his tears flowed uncontrollably.
He stared at Jiang Yexue, and wailed miserably and angrily, "You … lied to me … you lied to me!!!"
"That's because you're an idiot." Jiang Yexue said calmly. He was still smiling when facing Mo Xi, but when facing Yue Chenqing, his smile disappeared, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
He seemed to think that Mo Xi's injuries were too serious, and that the Devil Herb's poison couldn't be cured by itself, so he was more concerned about Yue Chenqing, and felt more threatened and disgusted.
He walked step by step in front of Yue Chenqing, and looked down at his half-brother from a different mother.
Jiang Yexue was actually very tall, and when he stood in front of Yue Chenqing, his cold and oppressive aura sent chills down Yue Chenqing's spine.
"You're an idiot, and you don't trust your fourth uncle. Who else can you blame?"
"I didn't! I just … I just … "
"Oh, you didn't?" Jiang Yexue sneered, "You 'accidentally' summoned the Yin soldiers from the blood pool, and 'accidentally' injured your uncle, right?"
Yue Chenqing's face turned ashen.
"Yue Chenqing, you've been protected too well by him. Oh, no, that's not right, it's not just him. " Jiang Yexue said, "You've also been treated like an idiot by your father, your uncle … by everyone in the Yue Clan. In the end, you've really become a good-for-nothing who only knows how to curse."
As he spoke, he grabbed Yue Chenqing's hair, and lifted him off the ground.
Then he turned his head, and without saying a word, Xiao Lan'er, who had been made into a puppet by him, obediently pushed the wheelchair towards them.
Jiang Yexue exerted a lot of strength in his hands. He grabbed Yue Chenqing's neck and pushed him into the wheelchair.
Yue Chenqing's hair stood on end, as if he was being dragged back to a cave full of bones by hyenas. He did not want to sit in a wheelchair at all. His face was pale as he struggled hysterically. However, Jiang Yexue's strength was even more powerful than his. Jiang Yexue pressed him down on the chair without giving him a chance to say anything.
Leaning over, he narrowed his eyes and stretched out two long fingers to lift his chin.
"If you had grown up in my place, brother, you would have been in my place. You wouldn't have grown into such an innocent and foolish person. I'm so envious of your stupidity, do you know that? "
Yue Chenqing was trembling all over. If a person's skin and flesh were torn apart, their bones and blood would be separated, and they would be turned inside out, they would not be as badly mutilated as he was now.
Yue Chenqing seemed to have a lot of things he wanted to say. He wanted to break down, be angry, be sad, and be vicious … But just like what Jiang Yexue said, Yue Chenqing had been protected too well since he was young, so much so that he could only curse people with those two sentences. Those few pitiful words were unable to carry his destroyed emotions at this moment.
He felt like he was going to be crushed by these emotions. He had already been crushed by these emotions.
In this fragmented state, he could only tremble and pick himself up. In the end, he could only weakly ask, "Why … why did you do this …"
"Why shouldn't I do this?" Jiang Yexue stood in front of the wheelchair. He had been sitting in this chair for a long time, and now it was finally someone else's turn to sit in it. The subtle feeling in his heart made his eyes flicker with a faint light.
"Yue Chenqing, you and I are both descendants of the Yue Clan. What kind of life have you been living, and what kind of life have I been living? "
Yue Chenqing looked up and said hoarsely, "Everyone says that you are a gentleman … But it turns out that you … You hide filth in your heart … Deeper than anyone else …"
Jiang Yexue had always been very calm. Sometimes he was cold, sometimes he was gloomy, sometimes he was vicious, sometimes he was hypocritical.
The only thing he had never felt was anger.
But this sentence was like a key that pried open the most rusty lock in his heart. The accumulated anger that had never come out burned up, making his eyes shine brightly. His face actually became a little distorted.
He spoke word by word between his lips and tongue. A storm was coming.
"I hide filth in my heart, and I'm not a gentleman?"
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 are talking to? "
The laughter suddenly stopped and became tense.
Jiang Yexue flicked his sleeves and turned around. When he stared at Yue Chenqing, his eyes were filled with hatred and bloodshot.
He grabbed Yue Chenqing's lapel and stared at his face. His lips were filled with hatred as he spoke a sentence that made people shudder.
"If I didn't save you. Yue Chenqing. You would have been a corpse in the grave and a person in the spring! Your life was exchanged for the death of your so-called gentleman!! "
This twisted hatred had accumulated for too many years. When it really gushed out, Jiang Yexue's body trembled with hatred. He suddenly released Yue Chenqing. He used too much strength, causing the wheelchair to roll back.
Jiang Yexue raised his head. He stared at Yue Chenqing with red eyes. Then he looked around at the Muddy Sky Cave, which symbolized the Yue Clan's most ruthless magic. He looked around at the Yin Corpses that only listened to the Yue Clan Master's orders. His eyes glanced at Mo Xi, whose limbs had been paralyzed by the Zombie Grass. He glanced at the muddle-headed Xiao Lan'er … Finally, his gaze landed on the unconscious and heavily injured Murong Chuyi.
His chest felt like it had been ruthlessly pierced by a small needle. The pain was not unbearable, but it made his breathing slow and his eyes red.
He fiercely glared at Yue Chenqing.
Once again, he repeated those curse-like words, "It's your life, in exchange for the death of that so-called gentleman of yours …"
Yue Chenqing did not understand what he was saying, but these few words were enough to make his face turn ashen.
Yue Chenqing said in a low voice, "What do you mean …"
"What do I mean?" Jiang Yexue sneered.
The smell of blood in the air was thick. There was no turning back.
Only Jiang Yexue knew that twenty years ago, if he had chosen another path — — there would not have been such a massacre. Everything that belonged to the Yue Clan, everything that he wanted, would have been his.
Twenty three years ago.
There were two paths in front of him.
— —
That year, he was called to a side room by his mother when he was still young.
Even after so many years, he could still remember his mother's extremely beautiful but also extremely gloomy face.
She said to him, "Yexue, how are we going to live in the future?"
Ambergris was burning in the room, making people feel drowsy. The expensive incense lingered around a similarly luxuriously dressed Lady Xie. Her hair was covered with pearls and jade, and her snow-white arms were covered with gold and silver bracelets. In her memory, her mother had always been dressed this extravagantly. It might not have been beautiful, but she loved this kind of gorgeous.
Because it represented the Yue Juntian's love for her.
In the Chong Hua Musical House, there were as many beautiful female zither players as there were millet. But how many of them could have a meteoric rise to where she was today?
Lady Xie was proud of her past success, but she was also worried about her future. She was very clear that the Yue Juntian and the Murong Huang were engaged, and her ambition did not stop at being a lowly concubine.
In order to monopolize the Yue Juntian's heart, she did everything she could. Not only did she try her best to please her husband, she even brought Jiang Yexue under the tutelage of Mister Song, the most virtuous and virtuous person in the residence at that time. Mister Song taught him the art of refining tools and also taught him the principles of how to conduct himself.
Therefore, Jiang Yexue did not have much contact with his mother when he was young. Instead, he often read and talked with Mr. Song. Mr. Song was a kind and upright person, so he taught him to be gentle and modest, tolerant and elegant.
Under such efforts, the Yue Juntian was naturally infatuated with Lady Xie. At that time, he was extremely satisfied with Jiang Yexue. When he was drunk, he even said that he wanted Jiang Yexue to inherit the Yue Clan and become the Clan Master of the refining family. When his mother heard this, even though she knew that it was drunken talk, she was so happy that she hugged Jiang Yexue and kissed him again and again. She was extremely happy.
However, it was a pity that no matter how lecherous and dissolute the Yue Juntian was, he was still an ungrateful person. Lady Xie also knew his temperament, so after a short period of joy, she still said to Jiang Yexue worriedly, "Don't think that your father is treating us well, but that person will eventually enter the Yue Clan. Once that person enters the Yue Clan, you and I will have to be humble and humble. Our days will not be good. "
On this day, Lady Xie called him into her room. She held his hand and carefully looked at him for a while. She suddenly pulled him into her arms and hugged him tightly. She said to him, "Mother only has you … only you …"
"Mother …?"
The woman choked with sobs for a while before saying, "Xue 'er … Murong Huang … Murong Huang is going to marry into the Yue Clan."
"…"
"It's the first day of next month." Lady Xie let go of him, but her hand was still tightly holding onto his sleeve as if she was holding onto a life-saving straw. She stared at him with red eyes. Her beautiful eyes were not beautiful at all, they were filled with hatred and bigotry.
"Xue 'er … Mother is not willing … How can I be willing …"
"Mother …"
"We must fight, fight, and snatch. Do you understand? "
However, Jiang Yexue did not have any intention of fighting at that time. In fact, he did not care about the money and status that his mother was infatuated with. He had long felt that what he had in front of him was enough, even too extravagant. If he had to choose, he would rather live a leisurely life in the human realm described in the book without the noise of carriages and horses.
However, looking at his mother's sorrowful and almost bigoted eyes, he could not say these words.
He had always been kind and did not want to make others sad, let alone his own mother.
"Don't worry, there will be a way. There will always be a way. Mother will not let her take away your things for no reason. Mother will also not let you bully her as you wish. "
"In this Yue Clan, only you and Mother are of one heart. Ye Xue, Xue 'er … Mother's good child, everything Mother does in the future is for you. You must also side with your mother, do you understand?"
"Everything will return to our hands."
He blinked his eyes. He was a very precocious and intelligent person. He did not agree with his mother's extreme desire for power and wealth, but he was well aware of her lowly background. He understood that her path had not been easy, and he also understood her fear of the collapse of the Vermillion Tower. Therefore, he could reconcile with her in his heart.
It was just that he did not have the heart to fight.
On the day Murong Huang married into the Yue Clan, her mother dressed up beautifully and was extremely beautiful. She was originally a zither player and was used to a life of currying favor. It was not difficult for her to put on an exquisite smile. She courteously welcomed her, modestly tolerated her, and humbly flattered her.
Jiang Yexue looked at her and felt uncomfortable. When the wedding banquet began and the guests were all seated, he quietly left the main hall.
The sky was very dark and it was snowing.
He tightened his fur coat and remembered that the plum blossoms were in full bloom in the back courtyard. He planned to go there and pluck two and put them in his mother and teacher's room. Therefore, he stepped on the thin layer of new snow and walked all the way to the garden.
Then he saw a young man wearing snow-white clothes and a bright red cloak. He was standing in the snow, looking up at the old plum tree beside the white walls and black tiles.
That was the first time he met Murong Chuyi.
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