Jiang Hongxiang was stunned, "I adopted you, why can't you follow my surname?" ”

"Jing Feng was also adopted by you, why doesn't he have the surname Jiang?"

"Ah Xian, I don't want to listen to your nonsense, get out!" Jiang Hongxiang was obviously angry.

But Jiang Xian got closer to her and asked again: "Why is my surname Jiang?" ”

Jiang Hongxiang was forced to fall into the back of the chair all of a sudden, sighed, and said with a gloomy tone: "You know everything." ”

He thought she would be grief-stricken, he thought she would be extremely embarrassed, but he never thought that she would even speak in such a calm tone.

After such a tragic past, how did she do it? It's no wonder that she doesn't care about him at all, all these years.

"Why? Mother, how much you hate me! will be so cruel to me since I was a child, and even planted an incurable Gu poison on me with his own hands - you want me to die, but you strangled me to death in swaddling clothes in the first place, why do you want to punish me like this? What did I do wrong! ”

"Don't question me like a shrew! Ginger strings! She slammed to her feet, raised her hand, but Yang stopped in mid-air.

"What? I can't bear it now! I am the flesh and bone that fell from your body, mother and son are connected, will you hurt? Jiang Xian smiled with tears, and his gaze pressed the person opposite very tightly.

"Pain?! Joke, how can I hurt? On the contrary, I will only feel happy! Because your existence is my shame, the meaning of your existence is here, I want to remind myself of the humiliation I have suffered at any time, and I must always spur myself to become stronger, I must remember hatred, everything is due to Zhao Di, I am afraid that I will be soft on him, but as soon as I see you, my hatred for him will increase day by day! Do you understand? Jiang Xian, I'm just punishing myself......" Her words slowly slowed down, and the feeling of her heart becoming like a knife became numb.

Jiang Xian's entire defense line collapsed at once, and his voice was as thin as silk, as if it would be broken at any time, "So you hate me, and I hate myself too." ”

"Ah Xian." She had never called him so softly, and even took the initiative to take him in her arms.

"I don't want you to know, I think it's better to be an orphan abandoned by my parents than to be a wild seed who doesn't even know who my father is, yes, it's just a shame for me, you shouldn't know." Jiang Hongxiang muttered to herself, she gently stroked Jiang Xian's back, but she could still feel his ups and downs.

She said again, her eyes were as deep as a pool of water, and she couldn't see it to the end: "You shouldn't know that your mother didn't want to give you a fulfillment, but you and Zhao Di's daughter are not a good match after all." ”

Jiang Xian's heart seemed to be torn by a blunt knife, and he thought of Zhao Changle's bright and moving face, and somehow, he suddenly felt that she was unrecognizable.

"What should I do?" At this time, he was extremely helpless, unable to feel the warmth of his mother, nor could he touch his lover within reach.

Maybe someone like me is not qualified to love.

He thought so, indifferent in the embrace of Jiang Hongjiao.

His mother was a poor person after all, but who was luckier than anyone from now on?

"If it weren't for Zhao Di's repentance of marriage, I wouldn't have run away in anger, let alone met that group of crazy thieves-" Jiang Hongxiang hadn't recalled the old things for many years, she needed to be tolerant of herself, otherwise she would have chosen to end herself on that day that year, "I wanted to die in the past, but then I thought that even if I died, Zhao Di would not miss me, on the contrary, I just made him and that slut more complete...... Ah Xian, my mother also thought about not wanting you, but when you sprouted in my womb, I felt that you were also a part of me, and you were suffering with me, I knew that I had not been good to you all these years, but what could I do? I love you and hate you, I feel sorry for you, but I feel that you deserve ......"

Jiang Xian stared at her until she saw a tear slip from the corner of her eye.

He hoped that maybe she would have more tears, but after a long wait, there was only this drop.

Jiang Xian wanted to cry, but he couldn't, he smiled: "Mother is really well-intentioned, I can appreciate it, but I can't understand." ”

Jiang Hongxiang whispered something in his ear again......

He didn't remember how he walked back at all, staggered all the way, knocked down several passers-by, they scolded him, but he turned a deaf ear, a big man grabbed him by the collar, he didn't even resist, seeing that the big man's heavy punch was about to swing down, the flower dance of the Lord came to the air.

After Hua Wu cleaned up the strong man, she continued to walk forward with Jiang Xian in her arms, at first she thought that Gongzi was just drunk, but she was so close to him, but she didn't smell the slightest wine, not to mention that he should have no intention of drinking in this situation.

Hua Wu usually talks a lot, but she only cares about the consequences of chaos, and she has proportion, so she is silent at this time.

Jiang Xian said nothing to her, wandering around the night like a walking corpse.

His mother clearly told him that emotions are dispensable, and revenge is the right way.

She asked him, "Do you love Zhao Changle?" ”

He almost wanted to speak, but he couldn't answer, so he shook his head suddenly.

"Good!" Jiang Hong's makeup was fierce and warm, "After all, you have half of my blood flowing in your bones, and you should share the same hatred with me." ”

Jiang Xian's tone sounded very weak: "What do you want to do to her?" ”

"Mother intends to use her flesh and blood to feed the blood silkworms."

"Blood silkworms! Isn't it already—" Jiang Xian was still taken aback, and then immediately understood, "You rescued that evil thing?" ”

Jiang Hongxiang said with a smile: "Zong Ming's stupid boy, he only knows how to use blood silkworms to spin silk, it is really a tyrannical thing, the most wonderful use of blood silkworms is to prolong people's life, eternal youth, and enhance internal strength." ”

"I want Zhao Di to watch his daughter being sucked up little by little, and his son becoming the king's forbidden favor - hahahaha, I won't let him die, I want him to suffer slowly, entangle with me for the rest of his life, and let him see me whether he opens or closes his eyes!" She laughed loudly and cheerfully.

Jiang Xian felt a chill spread from his heart to his limbs.

How deep the resentment was, he began to be able to empathize.

Back at the house, the lights in Changle's room were still on, Jiang Xian looked at the light and was stunned, her shadow would appear in front of the window from time to time.

She may be waiting for him, or she may just be a long night and worried.

Standing in the dark for a long time, his voice became hoarse: "Hua Wu, I'll give you a task!" ”

As long as he stands, Hua Wu will accompany him.

"Yes." She doesn't ask the reason, nor does she ask all the time, the only thing Jiang Xian tells is a word.

……

The next morning, Changle was woken up by the chirping of birds outside, she had been waiting for Jiang Xian last night, but he didn't show up.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she slowly got up, got off the bed in her clothes, and went straight to pour tea.

There was a knock at the door, accompanied by an emotionless voice: "Princess, are you awake?" ”

Changle just drank a sip of water and echoed, "Wake up." ”

Tingxu pushed the door in, holding a tray with a long red dress stacked on top of it.

"Childe, please change into this outfit." Listen to the whisper or say it in that tone.

Changle picked up the long skirt and shook his fingertips, the texture was excellent silk, finely made, but it was too thin.

"Why are you wearing this?" She asked.

Tingsu didn't answer her, but insisted: "Please princess put it on." ”

Changle didn't know what Jiang Xian was doing, but he didn't resist, and changed into a middle coat of the same color, and the water red silk skirt was almost tailor-made for her, revealing luxury in a low-key manner.

"Childe wants to see me?" Changle turned around in front of the mirror, and the golden step on her head swayed with it.

"Please come with me." There is an indescribable weirdness in listening to Su's attitude today.

With a woman's unique sensitivity, Changle sensed that something was wrong.

Walking outside, the sun was faint, and the body worn by Changle was useless, and the coolness penetrated through the sleeve cage, and the whole person was like being in the wind. Walking on the path overgrown with flowers and plants on both sides, she moved lightly, and saw someone standing in the wind by the lake in the distance.

The figure was straight and straight, with a black robe, and a bearing of its own.

Changle suspected that he was not the Jiang Xian she knew, although that person was extremely handsome, but he always looked like a hanger, she never expected him to have a positive shape, but today he looked more Luo Ze than Luo Ze.

"You're here." He turned his back to her and spoke, a kind of ethereal uncertainty lingering in him, and then he turned around and glanced at her, "This dress is very good for you." ”

He was indeed a little different from the past, Changle felt it.

"What day is it to give me such a generous gift?" She asked with a light smile.

"Changle, take a look at it again, what's the difference between this dress?"

The sun was full, Changle lowered his eyes, and his heart instantly jumped to his throat, and the long skirt that was still red had become blood-red at this time, and that blood-red was familiar to her.

"How could there be such a thing?" She shuddered, as if the dress was plain white, and it was the bubbling blood in her body that stained it red all the way.

"The blood silkworm is not dead, it has come back to avenge Zong Ming." Jiang Xian is obviously talking nonsense.

But Changle was convinced, and opened his eyes wide: "How is this possible!" "The uneasiness is strong.

"Changle, do you know what death smells like?" He chuckled softly, as if to ask if he remembered the scent of gardenias.

"Do you finally want my life?" Changle sneered.

"No, I don't want your life, I don't know what I want anymore."

His words were ambiguous, and Changle became more and more out of ideas.

"Are you sick?" She asked, with luck.

Jiang Xian nodded at her: "Exactly." ”

Changle breathed a sigh of relief, but was oppressed by deeper worries: "What do you want to do?" ”

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Take you to see Zhao Di." ”

She couldn't suppress her joy: "I can finally see my father." ”

"Huh—" The meaning of the smile was unclear.

Changle didn't pay attention, and stepped forward to grab his sleeve: "Thank you." ”

Jiang Xian looked at the porcelain white slender hand and didn't look at her face: "It's too early to say this." ”

She originally meant to be coquettish, but his cold attitude made her have no room to continue to play.

Does he seem in a bad mood?

Will he also have times when he is in a bad mood?