“Chikashiwa!”
A huge fire exploded, and scattered fire points fell to the west. The burned people began to run in the opposite direction.
The whole body of the Dengtian Tower is made of nanmu. It quickly burns under the fire and instantly turns into a fire tower.
The third prince fell from a high altitude, and Song Fu was so frightened that he stretched out his hands to catch him.
"Master Song, be careful."
The charred Dengtian Tower kept making the sound of exploding wood, and pieces of wood fell one after another. Jiang Yan saw a huge wooden frame falling diagonally towards Song Fu's head from top to bottom.
Before he had time to react, he flew forward and threw the person under him.
He knew how important the third prince was to the Song family, but he also knew how important Song Fu was to that person.
In that person's heart, even if all the people in this world were dead, it wouldn't be worth having Song Fu alive.
The huge wooden frame fell very fast. Jiang Yan had no time to get up and avoid it, so he could only firmly protect Song Fu's head.
He rushed out so quickly that Xiao Jiye couldn't even reach out his hand to catch him. Not far away, Shen Qianbai also fell following the fire. Xiao Jiye had no other choice but to use his strength to get up and hold the third prince who fell from the roof in his arms.
After rescuing the person, he discovered that half of Shen Qianbai's face and body had been blown to pieces.
“Jiang Jin…”
Without having time to think about it, he put the third prince aside and hurriedly looked at Jiang Yan. Just one look made Xiao Jiye's eyes widen.
A huge wooden frame hit his back, and scattered charcoal mixed with bright red blood splattered everywhere. Jiang Yan lay softly on Song Fu's body, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Xiao Jiye stepped forward and pushed the wooden frame away, then half-circled Jiang Yan in his arms.
"Jiang Yan, wake up."
Song Fu was also full of surprise, and stretched out his hand to smell Jiang Yan's breath.
"Follow me back to the Song Mansion. The original judge of Taiyuan Hospital is in my house."
Turning over and getting up, Song Fu took Shen Qianbai into his arms. When Song Fu saw the scars on his face, he frowned fiercely.
The people on the street had not dispersed yet, and there were cries and howls everywhere. Xiao Jiye felt his hands were dyed red by the warm liquid. For a moment, he didn't even dare to lower his head to look at Jiang Yan's face.
"Well……"
In the bumpy and crowded situation, Jiang Yan suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
"If you hold on just a little longer, we'll be at the Song Mansion soon."
Xiao Jiye lowered his head and saw Jiang Yan looking calmly at the candy shop in front of him.
For some reason, he suddenly became angry when he saw this.
"Go here."
Song Fu pointed at a house, and the two of them climbed over the wall, almost frightening the couple who were leaning on the door to prevent others from rushing in.
The Song Mansion was not far from the east gate. After passing through the path, there was the backyard of the Song Mansion. Song Fu walked to the door and kicked open the corner door.
"The eldest young master is back. The eldest young master and the third prince are back."
The concierge shouted loudly in shock. Hearing that Shen Qianbai was there, a group of people came up and surrounded Song Fu.
"Master, please come quickly. Mr. He is in the front hall."
More than a dozen people came out of the inner and outer courtyards of the Song Mansion, and the rest of the family members went out to look for Song Lan'an and Mrs. Song. Today was originally a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and the whole family was outside. Now there was chaos outside, but my master was still missing, so everyone was panicking.
Fortunately, Song Fu brought Shen Qianbai back home, giving them some room to breathe.
A group of people carried Song Fu and Shen Qianbai away in a hurry, leaving Xiao Jiye and Jiang Yan behind.
Xiao Jiye followed him and was about to get angry when Jiang Yan suddenly grabbed his sleeve.
"I want to...meet her."
"Take care of yourself first."
After all this time, he was still thinking about Lao Shizi's sister-in-law. I really didn't know what was going on in Jiang Yan's mind.
Jiang Yan looked stunned when he heard this, and his eyes showed sadness.
He wanted to meet her.
Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, Jiang Yan suddenly remembered the day he first met Song Wan.
In his heart, Song Wan was like the cold and noble moon, which one could only look up to but never touch.
Jiang Yan closed his eyes, his expression calm and soft.
Xiao Jiye's eyebrows stood up when he saw this heroic figure, and he felt angry in his heart.
He raised his eyes and looked around, and when he saw no one in Western Zhou Dynasty, he couldn't help but hold Jiang Yan in his arms and roll into the Chuihua Gate.
There was only one courtyard room in the back house of the Song Dynasty that was not lit, and now there was no servant to guard it. He guessed that this was Song Wan's boudoir, and after a moment's thought, he turned over and entered.
Clever little things can be seen everywhere in the girl's boudoir. Xiao Jiye opened the bead curtain on the door and placed Jiang Yan on the girl's embroidered bed.
"You wait here, I'll go find the doctor."
He took out a fire stick from his sleeve and lit the candle on the table, then Xiao Jiye left the room.
With the dim candlelight flickering, Jiang Yan touched the quilt under his body and slowly revealed a smile.
This is her boudoir, he knows it.
Her things are just like her people. Although they are cold and dignified, if you look closely, you can always see some tenderness that ordinary people are not easily aware of.
There were three fragrant pillows placed on the girl's embroidered bed. Jiang Yan stretched out his hand and touched them gently, but did not dare to touch them at all.
When he first felt the blood on his body slowly staining the bedclothes beneath him, there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes.
After all, her things were dirty.
Although no one has lived in this house for a long time, maids and women come to clean it every once in a while, and Jiang Yan can still smell the faint fragrance of flowers while lying in it.
This floral fragrance felt both familiar and strange to him.
In a daze, Jiang Yan seemed to see Song Wan when he was a child.
On the day she first met Song Wan, Aunt Liu did her usual thing and forced him to perform filial piety in front of his wife.
At that time, the news that the old Marquis and Jiang Xingjian were killed at the border had just come, and the entire Marquis Mansion was filled with sadness. Only the corners of Aunt Liu's lips were rising day by day, and she could not suppress it.
When the old Marquis was alive, she would occasionally torture him, letting him frame Aunt Zhou and Aunt Zheng with all his injuries, or she would deliberately hang him outside the courtyard in the winter, or use something to make him feel sorry for his concubine. He crushed his hands and feet in order to lure the Marquis into his yard.
This trick always worked well before, but ever since the old Marquis discovered that he was either ill or injured every month, he finally saw through Aunt Liu's mind.
Jiang Yan knew that the old Marquis did have some father-son affection for him, and it was precisely because of this that he gradually alienated them.
But he was wrong.
Normally, if the Marquis goes to Aunt Liu's yard, Aunt Liu will always sigh that he is of some use. So in the next three days, when Aunt Liu is in a good mood, she will let him go and give him some food, or give him a gift. Good look.
But when Aunt Liu discovered that he was of no use and could no longer attract the attention of the Marquis by torturing him, his life became really sad.
Aunt Liu went crazy and tortured him more and more, first to seek the attention of the old Marquis, and then to vent her personal anger. She only stopped when the news came from the border that the Marquis and his son had died in battle.
Those days were the most comfortable days Jiang Yan lived before meeting Song Wan.
His biological mother hugged him every day, saying that he was well-behaved, smart, and extremely talented.
In his limited memory, the only time Aunt Liu made clothes for him was during that time.
At that time, he would think that he could finally be taken care of by his biological mother like Jiang Yi and Jiang Xing, who would always protect her and comfort her.
He thought that the gods finally heard his daily prayers and asked Aunt Liu to change her temperament and become a person like Aunt Zhou and Aunt Zheng.
But this is not the case.
The fact is that the nature you are born with will never change no matter what.
The Chengyang Marquis Mansion suddenly lost his eldest son, Chengyang Marquis, and he became the most likely person to seize the title.
Aunt Liu smiles every day just to please the madam and the old lady. She even hopes that the madam will be merciful and record him in her name, so that he can become the direct descendant of the Marquis Mansion and become the official successor of the Chengyang Marquis Mansion. Hold it in your hand.
Jiang Yan thought about this, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
Liu Zhu is indeed a fool, and he is also a fool who is accustomed to whimsical ideas.
In order to please his wife, Liu Zhu found Jiang Xingjian's clothes for him to wear, and asked him to pour tea for his wife.
Jiang Yan still remembered that when his wife saw him that day, she was stunned on the spot. After a long time, she picked up the hot tea on the tray and hit him on the head.
"Little beast, do you think you can take my place when Yi'er is gone? What a dream!"
"You are a dirty thing born from a lowly child, and you want to be my Yi'er? Why don't you pee and show yourself whether you are worthy of it?"
The hot tea was poured on his face. Jiang Yan was in pain and scared, so he went back to Aunt Liu's room crying.
"Auntie, Madam doesn't like the child dressed like this. The child should never dress like this again."
Jiang Yan cried and took off his clothes, blood streaming from his head. The bright red blood covered his eyes, making it difficult for him to see Aunt Liu's face clearly. Just as he raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains on his face, Jiang Yan felt a sharp pain on his burned cheek.
Liu Zhu rounded his arms and slapped him in the face: "Little beast, do you know how much effort it took me to get these clothes? You can take them off whenever you want, why don't you take off your rotten skin?" Take it off?"
The sharp nails pinched Jiang Yan's cheek, and Jiang Yan felt as if his skin had been torn off.
"You bastard, I think you have stiff wings. You dare to go against my words? Go and apologize to Madam. If Madam doesn't forgive you, you will kneel in Jiangxiangyuan until you die. I want to see if the old lady will care. This tree is the only one in the house."
Liu Zhu pulled Jiang Yan's ears and threw him out of the room.
Qingzhai was waiting aside, looking at the injuries on his young master's head and face, he also started crying.
She would be assigned to the second room, and she was born in a family with no background. She could only watch Aunt Liu beating and scolding her master every day, but she didn't know how to stop her.
"Master, I will give you a wipe...if the servants in the house see it, the old lady will say it."
Jiang Yan pursed his lips, his eyes full of panic.
My aunt had gotten better before, but somehow she got better today and became the same as before.
Jiang Yan lowered his head timidly, looking at his slightly bent fingers, and suddenly remembered that the last time his aunt was like this, she hit his hand with an inkstone.
She wanted to make Mr. Hou feel distressed and come to see him, but she never expected that when she just met Mr. Hou, he just praised her for taking good care of him recently, and Aunt Liu never mentioned the injury on his hand again.
"master."
Qingzhai wanted to step forward and grab Jiang Yan's hand, but he pushed him away.
"No one cares."
No one cared whether he was injured or in pain.
Jiang Yan pushed Qingzhai away and ran out of Aunt Liu's yard alone.
He was going to find his uncle, who should still care about him.
Jiang Yan ran out of the inner courtyard and headed towards Liu Chengxiang's servant's room, but before he could enter the door, he heard Liu Chengxiang saying in the middle of the room: "The old and the young are all dead. As long as we make Liu Zhu comfortable, this Marquis Mansion Aren’t they all ours in the future?”
Liu Chengxiang's wife lowered her eyes and said: "No matter how much I coax your sister, I can't let her do that to the second master. I see you are being beaten to death every day. What should I do if I can beat you anyway?"
"I can't guarantee that when the second master grows up in the future, if he wants to hate her, you will also be affected."
"Don't worry, it won't happen."
Liu Chengxiang laughed loudly: "That useless thing seems to have not been weaned. It follows Liu Zhu every day with his aunt's and aunt's screams. Even if Liu Zhu gives him a good look, he will be so happy that he kneels down and wants to lick his aunt's feet. .”
"That thing has a temper like a puppy. The harder he beats him, the closer he gets to Liu Zhu."
"You fart, why haven't I seen you beat up our family?"
Liu Chengxiang glared at her: "Our family has been promoted, but we are not like that bitch who can't be beaten away."
Jiang Yan squatted outside the door blankly, never knowing that his uncle looked at him like this.
In the past, his uncle was obviously very good to him. He would bring him cakes from outside and occasionally give him two candies.
In my memory, the malt candies given by my uncle are always very sweet...
Jiang Yan jumped down from the steps and crawled into the rockery in a daze.
He doesn't like the Hou Mansion, the old lady, Jiang Mu, Aunt Zhou, Aunt Zheng, and all the concubines of the Hou Mansion.
He knew he couldn't compare to Jiang Yi, but why did Jiang Jing, Jiang Xing and Jiang Ang live better than him, even though they were the same concubines?
He had seen Jiang Jing flapping butterflies in the courtyard, and Aunt Zhou would hug her and laugh when she was tired.
Aunt Zhou smiled very gently, and she would even tie the hair of young Jiang Jing in the yard.
Aunt Zhou also tied his hair, but he didn't dare to see Aunt Zhou more.
He was afraid that if he saw Aunt Zhou too much, he would hate Liu Zhu.
Aunt Zheng was also very kind to Jiang Ang. Jiang Ang was still young and she would hold him wherever she went. Jiang Yan even saw Aunt Zheng bend down and kiss Jiang Ang gently on the cheek.
Aunt Liu had never been close to him, nor had Aunt Liu combed his hair.
At that moment, Jiang Yan finally understood that he was different.
He is different from Jiang Yi, who was born as a legitimate son and was favored by thousands of people, and he is also different from other concubines who are favored by their aunts.
Jiang Yan cried and climbed over the rockery, eager to leave the Hou Mansion.
He wanted to find people who were just like him, people who suffered the same things as him, people who were like him and whom no one cared about or cared about.
But the Hou Mansion was too big. Jiang Yan climbed along the rockery for a long time, but could not see the scenery outside the house.
He sat slumped under the wall and finally burst into tears.
"Who is there?"
A girl's soft voice came from across the wall. Jiang Yan cried when he heard the words: "Who are you?"
There was no sound from the other side, and Jiang Yan was suddenly afraid that this person would also leave him.
After a long silence, he heard the other party say: "I am Jiang Yi's widow."
"So you are my sister-in-law."
A few days ago, a girl holding a memorial tablet got married into the house, and he knew about it.
He envied Jiang Yi very much. Some people loved Jiang Yi when he was alive, but there were still people who cared about him after he died.
Jiang Yan thought that if he died, no one would care, just like withered grass slowly rotting into the mud in winter, it would not make any waves in anyone's heart.
After thinking about it, he cried again.
Song Wan was on the other side of the wall and said softly: "Are you Jiang Yan?"
