A thousand mountains of wind and snow

Chapter 27

Somewhat relieved, he kowtowed heavily towards the palace, "Zhao Shu takes orders!"

"What are you doing kneeling? Get lost!"

Only when the palace door was closed heavily in front of him did Zhao Shu get up with difficulty. After kneeling for a long time, his legs and feet were already numb, and the heavy rain was pouring down, as if he had lost his way in this very familiar street. Zhao Shu smiled wryly, How can he take the title he got in exchange for the lives of his father and brother and the Marquis of Changning with peace of mind?He can't do it!

It was still raining outside, and Wen Jiang was about to leave when he heard Zhao Changxing's voice from a distance, "Wen Jiang, you are very similar to your parents."

Wen Jiang paused, turned around and left.

Zhao Changxing opened the window again, letting the bitter wind and rain hit him. Wen Jiang's mother was a famous beauty, but she was as sick and weak as Wen Jiang, and she was not seen often. When he was young, the relationship between the two families was still very good. I often see the Jiang family couple. Others may not know their appearance, but Zhao Changxing knows it well. Wen Jiang and his mother are very similar. They have the same outstanding appearance and the same sickness, but they are as lonely and arrogant as his father. , Even with that kind of face, there is no feeling of femininity and femininity.

When he saw Wen Jiang for the first time, he had almost guessed his origin, but he just felt that it was not easy for him to get to where he is today after the Jiang family was destroyed. There is no way out for them?After all, it's just a pawn on the chessboard, so why bother.

Our Majesty likes to raise Gu, and also likes to play with firecrackers.

Even the friendship between Changyu and Wen Jiang just passed by with one eye closed. After all, Changyu is not a clay doll, and the freedom to make friends is still given to him. It's a pity that Changyu... I can't see you anymore, I can't watch you grow anymore, I'm sorry, Changyu, after all, I let you go back to the road I used to walk...

Outside the secret door, Song Qi quickly covered Wen Jiang's head with an umbrella, "Young Master, what did Zhao Su and Young Master say?"

Wen Jiang, however, looked up at the raindrops dripping from the eaves. When he remembered, his mother had already lost her former face for making a living. Even he himself could hardly remember the old look that should not belong to his mother. What should his face look like, "Am I very similar to my mother?" Wen Jiang murmured.

"What?" The raindrops slammed on the ground, and Wen Jiang couldn't hear what Wen Jiang was muttering.

Maybe, yes, Zhao Su has no reason to lie to him, and a person like him would not want to use this kind of rhetoric in exchange for pitiful pity. This kind of pity is probably even more humiliating to Zhao Changxing.

Wen Jiang stared at Yu for a while, then suddenly asked, "Where's Changyu?"

"I heard that His Majesty got angry at the gate of the palace, but now I don't know... Young Master..."

Before Song Qi finished speaking, Wen Jiang took an umbrella and went into the rain, "Don't follow me!"

Song Qi looked at Wen Jiang's figure rushing in the rain, like a swaying snowflake in the pouring rain that shouldn't have appeared here, and sighed silently, the son's journey has been too painful.

Wen Jiang was full of satisfaction and wanted to find Zhao Shu. With his temperament, he didn't know what he had said to His Majesty!

So, in the pouring rain, a figure with blue and white sleeves knocked on one door after another, and walked into the deep and dark alleys one after another, but he couldn't find that person.

Wen Jiang's body was already sick and weak, but under the bleak wind and rain, the cold gradually spread to his limbs and bones, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of an ice hole, and his already pale face was even more frighteningly pale.

He knew that he should not go looking for Chang Yu, that once he returned to Ningdu City, their relationship would never go back to the way it was before, that he was forced by all parties to bear the responsibility for the destruction of the Marquis of Chang Ning, and that he should be with Chang Yu. Yu Xing is a stranger, but...he still thinks about that young man in red, the most dazzling and pure young man in the city of Quanning, whose eyes are brighter than starlight. He is really going to get lost Is it in the pouring rain?

Looking around, there is a vast expanse of white water vapor, and the heavy rain has washed away all the fireworks on the street, as if they have never seen strange things before.

"that……"

Wen Jiang turned around abruptly, and saw a ragged girl with a holed bamboo basket on her head, the light in her eyes faded a lot, "Um... are you looking for Young Master Zhao?"

Wen Jiang's eyes lit up, "Miss, have you seen it before? She's taller than me, and she looks good! And..."

Is he still in red?Will he still have the willful demeanor he had back then?The expression on Wen Jiang's face froze for a moment.

"I know, I know, we all know the young master," the girl nodded vigorously, "The young master is a good person, and he often asks people around him to help us, we all know each other, just now...just now the young master and a few A gangster who took advantage of the fire got into a conflict and went over there..."

Wen Jiang's heart skipped a beat. In the past, no one would have dared to attack Chang Yu in this Ningdu city, but now... Chang Yu's temperament, before, I don't know how much he has done for those humble people. Now that the building is about to fall, and he angered His Majesty at the gate of the palace, everyone is waiting to step on him severely.

Wen Jiang staggered for a moment, suddenly felt dizzy, he should find someone to follow Chang Yu and watch Chang Yu!

In order to save him, Zhao Chang had no choice but to push him to become a traitor. What a nice name for killing relatives righteously, in Chang Yu's heart, this name is not just a blunt knife that cuts out inch by inch. Does it hold his heart?

Wen Jiang was about to look for Changyu in the direction the girl pointed, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the red mark on the girl's face, I'm afraid the girl came to say this to him after going through a lot of obstacles, Wen Jiang The evasive and retreating faces just now appeared in my mind, and I saw the girl who was in a mess under the heavy rain, and gave the girl the umbrella in his hand, "Go back, I will find him."

After speaking, he looked for Zhao Shu's direction in the pouring rain.

This is a filthy alleyway, if the girl hadn't pointed it out, then no matter what, he would not have believed that Chang Yu would be here.

The debris that had been piled on the ground was now smashed into a mess, and some of the debris was even stained with blood that hadn't been washed off.

That bright and unrestrained young man, now his hair is loose and his clothes are rotten. Young Master Zhao is a man made of gold and jade. A shake of his whole body is worth ten thousand gold. Now he just wears that suit Tattered almost crimson clothes.

There were scars on his face, the blood was mixed with the rainwater, and the blood was dripping. Even if the wall fell down and everyone pushed him, he still didn't dare to do anything to him. The rainwater slid down his eyebrows, and the youth's brows dissipated. Drinking the wine, it was as if he had completely changed himself suddenly, and he no longer had that childlike demeanor.

"Changyu..." Wen Jiang called out the name with difficulty, but Zhao Shu's previous words kept echoing in his mind.

He said that the name sounds auspicious to himself.

Yu, Le Ye.

Now it sounds like great irony.

That look, even in this life, Wen Jiang will never forget, broken, hated, powerless, and self-blaming, all of which are the expressions that Young Master Zhao would not have, and he seems to be holding something in his hand.

"Changyu, we..." Even though Wen Jiang had thousands of words, all of them were choked in his throat at this moment.

"Wen Jiang..." He chewed the name carefully, and suddenly asked, "Which ginger is it?"

Wen Jiang's whole body was like falling into an ice cellar, unable to utter a word.

Zhao Shu looked at it and suddenly laughed. This smile included self-deprecation, sadness, and a million things that Wen Jiang didn't want to see. His eyes fell into his stars in an instant.

Suddenly he threw something to him, but it was the Yulinglan pendant.

Wen Jiang held the Yulinglan pendant in his palm, and suddenly became ruthless, "Yes, I'm here for revenge, so what? Now you're going to collapse and become something in the mud?"

At least for now, he, Wen Jiang, has to bear the blame for what the man pushed him, what Liang Yuan pushed for him, and the destruction of the Marquis of Changning. He hasn't reached the point where he doesn't have to worry about anything. It's just a pawn on the chessboard, if you think about it, it can disappear at any time, it's impossible for him to just look at Zhao Shu and ruin it like this!

"Zhao Changyu! Do you think there is anyone who will protect you and pity you when you are like this now? Wake up! Then the Hou Mansion is now the Zhulou collapsed. If you fall, tomorrow It's your father, your mother, and Zhao Changxing's daughter whose whereabouts are unknown in the future! And those people in your Marquis's mansion, what do you think you can protect?" Wen Jiang said, and it was the relationship between the two of them. Even if it hurts his heart, he has to do it.

Zhao Shu listened, and suddenly burst out laughing, the rain kept falling from his cheeks, he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain, "You're right! I'm Zhao Changyu! I'm a waste! I can't do anything. I can't protect it! It's even more impossible to protect the glory of the Marquis Mansion like my brother, I'm a traitor! I'm a waste of life with the life of my brother who holds me in the palm of my hand!"

"It's so easy to die. People like you should live to make atonement!" Wen Jiang said ruthlessly, but he didn't know that the hands in his sleeves were already dripping with blood, "Zhao Shu, you must live well!" , see how I can return those previous wind and snow little by little!"

"Okay, then Zhao Changyu, wait to see Wen Da