Bondage

"Qianbai!"

The huge flame exploded, scattered fire points fell to all directions, and the burned people started to run in the opposite direction.

The whole body of Dengtianlou is made of nanmu, and it burns quickly under the fire, turning into a building of fire in an instant.

The third prince fell from a height, Song Fu was so startled that he stretched out his hands to catch it in a hurry.

"Master Song, be careful."

The scorched Dengtianlou kept making the crackling sound of wood, and the pieces of wood fell one after another. Jiang Yan saw a huge wooden frame falling obliquely towards the top of 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 knew even more how important Song Fu was to that person.

In that person's heart, he was afraid that if everyone in this world died, it would not be worth a single Song Fu alive.

The huge wooden frame fell so fast that Jiang Yan had no time to get up and dodge, so he could only firmly protect Song Fu's head.

He jumped out so fast that Xiao Jiye couldn't even reach out his hand to hold him back.Not far away, Shen Qianbai also fell following the flames, Xiao Jiye had no choice but to use his strength to hold the third prince who fell from the roof of the building in his arms.

After saving the person, he found that half of Shen Qianbai's face and body had been blasted to a bloody mess.

"Jiang Yan..."

Before he had time to think about it, after putting the third prince aside, he hurriedly went to look at Jiang Yan, and Xiao Jiye's eyes widened at just this one glance.

The huge wooden frame fell on his back, and the scattered charcoal mixed with bright red blood splashed everywhere. Jiang Yan limply lay on Song Fu's body, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Xiao Jiye stepped forward and pushed the wooden frame away, and half-circled Jiang Yan in his arms.

"Jiang Yan, wake up."

Song Fu was also full of astonishment, stretched out his hand and sniffed at Jiang Yan.

"Follow me back to the Song Mansion, the original Supreme Hospital judge is in my house."

Turning over and getting up and hugging Shen Qianbai into his arms, Song Fu frowned fiercely when he saw the scars on his face.

The people on the street hadn't dispersed yet, there were crying and wailing everywhere, Xiao Jiye felt his hands were stained red by the warm liquid, for a moment he didn't even dare to look down at Jiang Yan's expression.

"Well……"

In the jostling and crowding, Jiang Yan suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Persist a little longer, and you will arrive at the Song Mansion soon."

Xiao Jiye lowered his head, only to see Jiang Yan looking calmly at the crisp candy shop in front of him.

For some reason, he suddenly became angry when he saw this.

"Go here."

Song Fu pointed to a house, and the two climbed over the wall, almost scaring the couple who were leaning on the door to prevent everyone from rushing in.

Song Mansion is not far from Dongzhimen, the backyard of Song Mansion is after passing the small road, Song Fu walked to the door and kicked open the corner gate.

"The young master is back, the young master and the third prince are back."

The porter shouted in shock, hearing that Shen Qianbai was there, a group of people came up and surrounded Song Fu.

"Master, hurry up, Mr. He is in the front hall."

A dozen people poured out from the inner and outer courtyards of the Song Mansion, and the rest of the family members went out to find Song Lan'an and Mrs. Song.Today was the mid-autumn banquet, and the entire family was outside, but now there was chaos outside, but my master had not yet disappeared, so that everyone panicked.

Fortunately, Song Fu brought Shen Qianbai back to the mansion at the moment, which gave them some room to breathe.

A group of people rushed away with Song Fu and Shen Qianbai, leaving Xiao Jiye and Jiang Yan behind.

Xiao Jiye followed up, but when he was about to get angry, Jiang Yan suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"I want to... meet her."

"Take care of yourself first."

It's time to wait, but he is still thinking about Mrs. Lao Shizi and his sister-in-law. I really don't know what is going on in Jiang Yan's mind.

Jiang Yan was stunned when he heard the words, with sadness in his eyes.

He wants to meet her.

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, Jiang Yan suddenly remembered the day when he first met Song Wan.

In his heart, Song Wan is like this cold and pure moon, which can only be looked up to but never touched.

Jiang Yan closed his eyes with a calm and soft expression.

Xiao Jiye felt resentful when he saw this heroic brow.

He raised his eyes and looked around, seeing no one around, he couldn't help but hold Jiang Yan directly and turned into the Chuihua Gate.

There was only one courtyard room in the back residence of the Song Mansion that had not been lit, and there was no one guarding it now. He guessed that this was Song Wan's boudoir, so he turned and entered after a little thought.

In the girl's boudoir, there are clever little objects everywhere, Xiao Jiye threw back the bead curtain on the door, and put Jiang Yan on the girl's embroidered bed.

"You wait here, I'll go find the doctor."

He took out a torch from his sleeve and lit the candle on the table, Xiao Jiye left the room.

The dim candlelight was flickering, and Jiang Yan slowly smiled as he touched the quilt under his body.

This was her boudoir, he knew it.

Her things are the same as her person, although she is cold and dignified, but a close inspection can always see some gentleness that is not easy for ordinary people to detect.

There were three or four incense pillows on the girl's embroidered bed. Jiang Yan reached out and stroked them lightly, but he didn't dare to touch them.

Until he felt the blood on his body slowly staining the bedding under him, a bit of annoyance appeared in his eyes.

Dirty her stuff after all.

Although this house has not been lived in for a long time, but every once in a while a maid comes to clean it up, and Jiang Yan can still smell the faint fragrance of flowers while lying in it.

This scent of flowers made him both familiar and strange.

In a daze, Jiang Yan seemed to see Song Wan when he was a child.

On the day when she first met Song Wan, Aunt Liu forced him to perform filial piety in front of his wife as usual.

At that time, the news of the death of Master Hou and Jiang Xingjian just came out, and the whole Hou manor was filled with grief, but the corners of Liu Auntie's lips were raised day by day, which could not be suppressed.

When the old Hou Ye was alive, she would occasionally torture him, let him frame Aunt Zhou and Aunt Zheng with injuries all over her body, or deliberately hang him outside the courtyard in winter, or use something to make him feel sorry for the concubine. Crushed his hands and feet in order to hook Lord Hou into his yard.

This tactic was always easy to use before, but ever since Old Hou found out that he was either sick or injured every month, he finally saw through Aunt Liu's mind.

Jiang Yan knew that the old Hou Ye did have some father-son affection for him, and it was precisely because of this that he gradually alienated their mother and son.

But he was wrong.

Normally, if Master Hou went to Aunt Liu's yard, Aunt Liu would always lament that he was useful, so in the next three or four days, when Aunt Liu was in a good mood, she would let him go and give him something to eat, or give him something to eat. good face.

But when Aunt Liu found out that he was useless and could no longer attract Lord Hou's attention by torturing him, his life became really sad.

Aunt Liu went crazy and intensified her tormenting him, first to seek the attention of the old Hou Ye, and later to vent her personal anger, this situation did not stop until the news of the death of the Hou Ye and his son came from the border.

Those days were the happiest days Jiang Yan had lived before meeting Song Wan.

His biological mother hugged him every day, saying that he was well-behaved and intelligent, and that he was extremely talented.

In his limited memory, the only time Aunt Liu made clothes for him was also during that time.

At that time, he would think that he could finally be like Jiang Yi Jiang Xing, being taken care of by his biological mother, caring and comforting him in her arms all the time.

He thought that the gods finally heard his daily prayers, and made Aunt Liu change her love and sex, and become a person like Aunt Zhou and Aunt Zheng.

But this is not the case.

Facts are inherent dispositions that will not change under any circumstances.

Chengyanghou's mansion lost the same son of Chengyanghou at once, and he became the most likely person to inherit the title.

Aunt Liu smiled every day, but it was just to let him please his wife and the old lady. She even hoped that the lady would show mercy and record him in her name, so that he would become the heir of the Hou family, and the Chengyang Hou mansion would be justified. hold in hand.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan had a mocking smile on his lips.

Liu Zhu is indeed an idiot, and a idiot who is used to whimsical ideas.

In order for him to please his wife, Liu Zhu found Jiang Xingjian's clothes from nowhere 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 froze on the spot. After a long time, she picked up the hot tea on the tray and slammed it on his head.

"Little bastard, do you think you can take my place when Yi'er is gone? Dreaming!"

"A lowly bastard who wants to be my Yi'er? Why don't you take a piss to see if you are worthy?"

The hot tea was poured on his face, Jiang Yan was in pain and fear, and went back to Aunt Liu's room crying.

"Auntie, Madam doesn't like your child dressed like this, don't dress your child like this again."

Jiang Yan cried and took off his clothes, blood was flowing from his head, and the bright red blood covered his eyes, making him unable to see Aunt Liu's face clearly for a while.Just as he raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains on his face, Jiang Yan felt a sharp pain on his burnt cheek.

Liu Zhu rounded his arms and slapped him on the face: "Little bastard, do you know how much work it took me to get this clothes? You can take them off as soon as you want, why don't you take your rotten skin all over the place?" Take it off?"

Pointy nails pinched Jiang Yan's cheek, and Jiang Yan felt as if his face had been ripped off by life.

"You bastard, I think your wings are hardened, and you dare to disobey my words? Go and apologize to the madam. If the madam does not forgive, you will kneel to death in the Jiangxiang courtyard. I want to see if the old lady will take care of it." This single seedling in the mansion."

Liu Zhu pulled Jiang Yan's ear and threw him out of the room.

Qingzhai waited at the side, seeing his young master's head and face full of injuries, and began to cry too.

She will be assigned to the second room. She is a family child with no background. She can only watch Aunt Liu beating and scolding her master every day, but she doesn't know how to stop her.

"Master, this servant will wipe it for you... If the servants in the mansion see it, the old lady will tell you."

Jiang Yan pursed his lips, eyes full of panic.

My aunt had changed for the better, but today she somehow changed and became the same as before.

Jiang Yan timidly lowered his head, looked at his slightly bent fingers, and suddenly remembered that his aunt did the same thing last time, hitting his hand with an inkstone.

She wanted Master Hou to come and have a look at him, but when she just met Master Hou, the other party just praised her for taking good care of him recently, and Aunt Liu never mentioned the injury on his hand again.

"master."

Qing Zhai wanted to go forward to grab Jiang Yan's hand, but he pushed him away.

"No one cares."

Nobody cared if he was hurt, if it hurt.

Jiang Yan pushed Qingzhai away and ran out of Aunt Liu's yard alone.

He was going to find his uncle, and his uncle should still care about him.

Jiang Yan ran out of the inner courtyard and went straight to Liu Chengxiang's servant's room, but before entering the door, he heard Liu Chengxiang say in the room: "The old and the young are all dead, as long as we coax Liu Zhu comfortably, the marquis's residence will Isn't it all ours in the future?"

Liu Chengxiang's wife lowered her eyes and said: "No matter how much you coax your sister, you can't let her treat the second master like that. I see you beating me to death every day. What should I do if I do well?"

"Second Master Baobuqi will grow up in the future, if you want to bear grudges against her, you will also be implicated."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Liu Chengxiang laughed: "That useless thing seems to have not been weaned. It follows Liu Zhu every day and yells at his aunt and aunt. Even if Liu Zhu gives him a good face, he will be happy to kneel down and wish he could lick his aunt's feet." .”

"That thing has the temper of a puppy, the harder he beats, the closer he gets to Liu Zhu."

"You fart, why haven't I seen you beat our Liansheng?"

Liu Chengxiang glared at her: "Our Liansheng is not like that scumbag who can't be beaten."

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 kind to him, and would bring him pastries from outside, and occasionally give him two caramels.

In my memory, the caramel my uncle gave me was always very sweet...

Jiang Yan jumped down from the steps and got 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 that he couldn't compare to Jiang Yi, but why did Jiang Jing, Jiang Xing and Jiang Ang live better than him because of the same concubine?

He had seen Jiang Jing fluttering butterflies in the courtyard, and Aunt Zhou would hug her and laugh when she was tired.

Aunt Zhou smiled very gently, and she even tied the young Jiang Jing's hair in the yard.

Aunt Zhou also tied his hair, but he didn't dare to see Aunt Zhou too much.

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 hug him wherever she went. Jiang Yan even saw Aunt Zheng bent down and kissed Jiang Ang gently on the cheek.

Aunt Liu never got close to him, nor did Aunt Liu comb his hair.

At that moment, Jiang Yan finally understood that he was different.

He is different from Jiang Yi, who was born as a prostitute who has been favored by thousands of people, and is also different from other concubine sons who are favored by their aunts.

Jiang Yan cried and climbed over the rockery, desperately wanting to leave the Hou Mansion.

He wanted to find someone like him, someone who had suffered like him, someone like him who no one cared or cared about.

But the Hou Mansion is too big, Jiang Yan climbed along the rockery for a long time, but he couldn't see the scenery outside the mansion.

He sat slumped under the wall, and finally couldn't help crying.

"Who is there?"

A girl's soft voice came from across the wall, and Jiang Yan cried, "Who are you?"

There was no sound on the other side, and Jiang Yan was suddenly a little 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 married in the mansion, he knew it.

He envied Jiang Yi very much, someone doted on Jiang Yi while he was alive, but someone still cared about Jiang Yi after his death.

Jiang Yan thought that if he died, no one would care about it, just like withered grass slowly rotting into the mud in winter, it would not cause 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?"