After rebirth, the Yin Prey Prince forced me to coax him

Chapter 25 Bloody tea, full of spring scenery

At midnight, everything is silent except for the sound of lights and the sound of night wind.

A black figure climbed over the wall and walked in quietly, as if entering a deserted place.

All the way to an exquisitely carved embroidery building, I hesitated at the door for a moment, and then turned over and entered.

The maid keeping watch was lying on the couch sleeping soundly, and the girl on the bed seemed to be in a dream.

The dark shadow came to the bedside and looked down at the person on the bed.

The cold eyes were dim in the darkness, as if the murderer had already revealed his sharp claws, just waiting to kill his prey with one swipe.

Jiang Ying, who was sleeping, was not aware of this life-threatening danger at all. She only felt as if her whole body had fallen into an ice cave. It was so cold and uncomfortable, and her back hurt and itched.

She moaned feebly, trying to escape the endless torture.

It was so cold that I wanted to curl up together, but when I moved, my back was pulled. My face was painful, my body was shaking, and my whole body was sweating despite being extremely cold.

She was so unbearable that she twisted unconsciously, and inadvertently opened the quilt with her hands. As soon as she stepped on her feet, the entire quilt fell down, exposing her upper body. She had no clothes on, and people could see her ferocious back at a glance.

After applying medicine, the wound stopped bleeding, but now she had a fever, and the sweat had touched the wound, which was painful and itchy. She stretched out her hand to scratch it, and blood soon started to flow out again.

The blood flowed through the hideous wound, down the snow-white skin, and flowed to the full and round edge of the bellyband.

It is full of blood, full of spring scenery, bloody and confusing.

The man in the darkness slowly leaned forward, gently licking the blood on his back with his fingertips. His cold fingertips went up and touched her sweaty cheeks, all the way to her frowning brows.

Bloody, painful, powerless, dying struggle...

"Ah!"

A low chuckle, which seemed to be mocking, seemed to be joyful.

He took out a bottle of medicine, tapped it with his slender fingers, and poured the powder onto the bleeding wound on her back.

Raising his hand, the thin quilt gently covered the spring scenery.

Seeing her flushed face, he took another pill and stuffed it into her mouth and asked her to hold it.

The fingertips touched the soft red lips, which were hot and soft, and seemed to have a delicate fragrance.

Tossing and turning, reluctant to let go, desires wantonly indulged in the dark night.

Finally, he closed his fingertips and left with the cold night wind.
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Jiang Ying was originally a pampered lady with a delicate body and expensive flesh, so naturally she couldn't bear this whipping.

I fainted with bleeding. After I woke up, I had a fever on and off for two days, and finally stabilized. However, I lost too much blood and was very weak. The wound on my back had scabbed and new flesh had grown, which was extremely itchy and tortured me to death.

Jiang Chongwen had not been seen since the day he hit him, but Lin Shuyun came to see him every day.

Seeing that Jiang Ying was gradually getting better, she began to persuade again. No matter how much she said, she always meant the same thing: they were very sad and wanted Jiang Ying to apologize and correct his mistakes.

Jiang Ying simply closed his eyes and went to sleep, ignoring him.

They thought they were right, and coincidentally, Jiang Ying also felt that she was right. She didn't say anything when she was beaten, so couldn't they just shut up?

Jiang Shiyu didn't know what stimulated her, but this time he didn't scold her, and no one showed up in front of her. He just sent a lot of delicious and fun things over, and no one showed up.

Jiang Ying accepts everything according to the order, don’t give it up for free.

"Miss, the old housekeeper is here. The old man calls you over."

Jiang Ying pursed his lips, not wanting to go.

Nansongyuan

After some hesitation, Jiang Ying finally changed his clothes and came over.

She could smell the strong smell of medicine before she entered. When she entered, the old man Jiang Yuanshan had just finished drinking the medicine and put down the bowl.

"Yaoyao is here, come and sit." The old man is in his sixties, with a weathered look on his face and almost white hair. He is half-lying on the rocking chair. He is not majestic, but just a loving elder.

"grandfather."

Jiang Ying shouted obediently.

For everyone in the Jiang family, Jiang Ying's feelings are very complicated. He can't hate, he can't love, he can't complain much, he can only be said to be disappointed.

As for this old man, she didn't have so many thoughts. No matter what happened in his past life, she always respected him.

Up to the old man, the Jiang family is just a business that makes paper and sells ink. The old man grew up in a pile of books and knew many scholars. He was talented and determined, and later he hooked up with the Li family, and then he gradually reached the level where he is today. member’s position.

All the glory of the Jiang family was earned by him alone.

Jiang Ying could blame her parents for abandoning her and be angry with Jiang Shiyu, but she couldn't say a bad word to the old man.

Even though I no longer admired you in my previous life, I still respect him.

"Grandpa, why are you taking medicine? What's wrong with you?"

The old man waved his hand: "It's an old habit, it doesn't matter."

Then he knocked on the stool next to him: "Sit down quickly."

Jiang Ying sat down, and the old man quickly asked the butler to take out the food box next to him.

The three-layer food box is opened in sequence, with a layer of dried fruits, a layer of snacks, and a layer of fruits.

The old man smiled and said: "This is a reward from the palace. Grandpa has bad teeth. Please help me eat some."

Jiang Ying's heart suddenly became sore and his eyes became misty.

The old man did not favor boys or girls. He only had two sons in his life and had five grandchildren. However, the old man loved his grandchildren equally.

Stern when teaching, but kind on ordinary days.

When Wang Yanran didn't kill her, she always had a perfect home and a good family.

The old man saw Jiang Ying eating snacks and then spoke slowly.

"Your father hit you, does the wound still hurt?"

Shaking his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore." That's weird!It's not particularly painful now, but it's itchy, and she can remember that pain in her heart for the rest of her life! ! !

"Your father..." The old man snorted and didn't mention it again.

The old man pulled the blanket on his knees. Jiang Ying saw it and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with grandpa? Is it his feet?"

The old man smiled helplessly: "I'm an old man, and there are problems all over my body. It's not a serious illness, but I'm just a little uncomfortable."

"Old!"

He sighed with a smile, and said half melancholy: "I have been unable to do what I have been able to do recently. It will take at least a year or two before I, the old man, can come back to take care of himself."

Jiang Ying opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

The old man didn't want her to answer, so he added: "It's a pity that your father is tough enough, but not decisive enough. He can't bear the burden of the official department."

Half of them were suppressed by the emperor, but generally it was Jiang Chongwen who couldn't suppress the others.

Unless the old sheep dies, the little sheep will have a hard time surviving. The terrible thing is that even if the old sheep dies, the little sheep will not survive either.

This was the reason why Jiang Yuanshan stood firmly in the prince's boat, because there was no way to retreat.

The former Jiang Ying would definitely not understand the deep meaning of these words, but now she is not really a young and ignorant girl.

"Grandpa, do you think the prince will definitely be a wise king?" Bet all on the prince, are you not afraid of making the wrong bet?
The old man did not answer directly, but fell into distant memories: "I met Li Guogong when I was 15 years old. He was both my mentor and friend, and he recommended me to become an official. It has been more than 40 years since then. Time is not forgiving. ah."

(End of this chapter)