Museum of the Dead

The white-faced boy of seventeen or eighteen was lying on the cold soil at this moment, his whole body convulsing uncontrollably.

He clung to the firewood next to him, trying to get up.

But no matter how long he struggled, it was all in vain, because he had just been punished with twenty sticks.

The [-]-stick punishment is not just casually beating and fooling around. Yinyu's subordinates are usually the most selfless, and a single stick can kill half the life of an ordinary person, not to mention Tianling, who is not a normal person. With a physique like a martial arts scholar, it is very possible to use the hue to serve as a hostage for the enemy's own country.

Sprinkling a basin of salt water before finishing a blow is considered a light punishment.

So Tianling, who has been locked in the kitchen and starved for three days, may still have his last breath left.

Tianling felt that his whole body was about to split apart, and there was a piercing pain in his knee, as if he was sawing his own bones with a sharp blade.

In the pain, there was an itching, like thousands of ants biting away his bone marrow and flesh and blood.

Below the knees, all unconscious.

May be broken.

Tian Ling's face was pale and his hair was disheveled at this time, but even with this identity, he still pressed his lips tightly, refusing to utter a moan.

Tianling smiled wryly, it would be better if he broke his knee, so that he wouldn't have to endure such inhuman pain.

But the torment of the body is nothing compared to the concern in the heart. The person in Tianling's heart - the person he fell in love with from the very first sight, is hitting him with hundreds of thousands of times of suffering and pain.

Amber... what is she doing now?Does she know where she is now?

She must know!If such a big thing happened, she would definitely know.

but……

Why doesn't she come and see herself?still……

She also thinks that she...is a traitor?

Tian Ling's eyes dimmed obviously. He did have correspondence with the ambassador of Wei Guo, but... he just greeted his father, queen and mother in the letter and had a few older brothers.

So she still doesn't believe in herself?

Hundreds of people in the Yin family can not believe in themselves, but she can't!

Suddenly, Tianling got the strength he didn't know where he came from, grabbed the wooden stick next to him and jumped to his feet, even recovering the sensation in the calf of the lower body.

He picked up a relatively hard stick and prepared to smash the door open, but when he approached the door, he realized——

The door was not locked.

Humph.

Tian Ling sneered in his heart, did they treat themselves like dying people?Don't even need to lock the door.

Are you sure you are a disabled person with a broken leg?

Tianling held the wooden stick tightly, and the veins in his hands were bulging. He has lived here for seven or eight years, and he never confines his feet on weekdays, so he is very familiar with the structure of the General's Mansion.

He could even walk up to Amber with his eyes closed.

However, he has now added a sinner to his identity, and there are too many maids and servants in the backyard, and there are many people with mixed eyes, and everyone knows him. Maybe he was arrested before he opened the door and walked out of the backyard.

But he can't control that much, he wants to see her.

He wanted to see her, had to see her.

He wanted to tell her that he wanted to appear in front of her immediately to defend himself, that he didn't do those things, he was just... just homesick.

Amber would understand him, she would understand.

Tianling can't control that much either. In short, he has a weapon in his hand. Although it is not sharp, it can still last for a certain distance.

He pushed open the door, and ran towards Amber's residence like a madman. It happened that the maids and servants in the yard were all working, and no one noticed him.

He grabbed a skirt that was on the drying line, put it on, and wrapped his hair in a scarf.

Tian Ling was born delicate and thin, and in such a disguise she was more attractive than ordinary little girls.

……

"Stop!" Tianling interrupted Junqing's memory again.

Fei Yan: "..."

Amber glanced at him, although she usually squinted at Tianling like this, but this time the reason was different from the past——

This time it was shy.

Amber remained calm on the surface, but in her heart she was scolding herself for having poor eyesight. Whether it was in Qianbai's previous memories, or in the cooperation when she was doing tasks as a ghost messenger, she... couldn't help but cast her eyes on only one person.

"What's the matter?" She said lightly, but her tone was more emotional than before. Maybe the two of them are no longer a cold colleague relationship at this time, but a lover relationship who just broke the window paper and agrees with each other.

Tianling was also a little embarrassed to see Hu Po at this time, but his embarrassment was purely because he was too timid in his memory.

He looked at Junqing suspiciously, "I'm really not a womanizer."

Fei Yan and Hu Po: "..."

My life is almost gone, what's wrong with wearing a skirt and pretending to be a disguise?

On the other hand, Yin Lu'an said wittily, "On the Ghost Festival in [-], you wore a short skirt and black stockings, and performed ghost steps."

Tianling: "..."

Yin Luan looked at him with disbelief, and continued: "Yan Wang still has your video."

Tian Ling was so frightened that his hair stood on end, he quickly stopped: "I remember now, I see, boss, stop talking."

If you really don't speak, it's fine. Once you speak, it's amazing.

At this time, Tianling remembered that he was a person with a rough fate in the past. In order to save some face in front of Amber, he asked Junqing in advance.

"Then is this kid blackened?"

After suffering so many grievances, according to the general routine, it should have been blackened long ago.

It's a pity that it is a golden finger that only the protagonist with the protagonist's aura can have. Tianling obviously overestimated his own identity.

"No." Junqing was probably full at the moment, and he didn't even eat his favorite red bean bread in front of him.

Tian Ling couldn't believe his ears, rolled his eyes, and asked unwillingly: "Then... I have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and I have become a martial arts prodigy since then, and I have reached the pinnacle of life?"

Fei Yan: "..."

I'll go, boy, it's a beautiful idea.

Junqing once again ruthlessly broke his beautiful fantasy: "No."

Tian Ling frowned, and this time her tone has become tentative, "Otherwise...Yin Yu suddenly figured it out, and then recognized me as her son-in-law, and planned to hold a wedding for us, no, don't even charge me the dowry money to send her daughter away. marry me."

Fei Yan: "..."

Boy, you think so beautifully!what are you thinking?How can you!

In the end, Tianling really didn't withdraw, "Just tell me what happened to him in the end."

"Dead." Junqing's tone was a little more flat than when he praised the delicious bread, but the protagonist exploded.

"What!" Tian Ling was surprised, "Didn't I... all stand up! Why did I die again?"

"Have you heard of it? There is a phenomenon called—" Junqing was interrupted by Tianling in the middle of speaking.

"Death and then live!"

"No, it's called back to the light."

Tianling: "..."

It's over, he was really... so uselessly beaten to death by a few unknown pawns.

Fei Yan: "It makes sense in this way." He wanted to guess that this was a flashback.

Just then the sun was streaming in through the curtains.

Fei Yan's eyes were red, he looked at his phone——

It's already 06:30.

He was up all night.

If it was okay before, but now this old bone can't stand it anymore.

Only then did Yin Lu'an realize that he hadn't thought about it, he stood up and hugged Fei Yan by the waist, left without saying a word.

"Talk about it tomorrow, sleep now."

The author has something to say: Tianling: Believe me, I'm really not a master of women's clothing! ! !

Yan Yan: Okay, I believe you.

Then I went to watch the video borrowed from the curator happily.

Today is relatively short, because the third dimension is really busy, and there are too many experiments to spare.

In the future, I will definitely save the manuscript when I open a new article, and I will stop streaking, it will kill me~~~

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