Engraved in Bone

In the dark dungeon, the sight in front of him was a little blurred, and he was uncomfortable. Jiang Ziyu went into the deepest part of the dungeon.

Mu Yingsheng's body was already dirty and torn, and the other person's face also had a long ugly scar. He forced the prison next to him to open the wooden door. When he sat next to him, he only heard Mu Yingsheng softly: "You coming."

"Ok."

He didn't care if the other's hand was clean. He clenched the hand that fell beside him. Jiang Ziyu leaned his head gently on Mu Yingsheng's shoulder: "I even begged you for your name. Come and tell me, I do n’t know where you are from, what you have encountered, or even if you have been interested in me, or even feel like you for a moment. ”

"I will save you out."

When Mu Yingsheng was about to speak, Jiang Ziyu shook his head and said quietly: "Don't tell me, I'm afraid I will regret it."

Fear will keep you by my side forever.

"It doesn't matter if I like it or not, as long as I love you and remember you, that's enough."

In the dark prison, he held the opponent's hand tightly, feeling the other person's only temperature, as if he would not let go. But Jiang Ziyu knows that this is either a person he holds or a lifetime.

Later, Jiang Ziyu went into the palace again to meet the emperor who was in danger of death. He sat by the bed and wanted to talk to his beloved grandfather. . Before leaving, he said "I'm sorry" to the emperor.

On the day Mu Yingsheng was beheaded, Jiang Ziyu had secretly exchanged a death row prisoner with the other side. In case he was checked out of the city gate, he also placed the other side in a small courtyard and planned to wait until the limelight passed. .

The guilt of Grandpa made him feel uneasy about sleeping and eating. He thought about waiting and waiting until he was sent away, and the other party was safe and sound. Then he went to personally pay the grandpa with him. But before that day, the court's subordinates scrambled to find him, telling him that the yard was on fire, and Mu Ying was still trapped inside.

He couldn't care less that his clothes weren't worn. The heavy soldiers outside didn't seem to see him, and didn't stop himself like before. He ran over and saw the flames of the sky at the door and rushed in without thinking. Jiang Ziyu couldn't care whether the thick smoke would choke him, he could only shout loudly in an attempt to get Mu Yingsheng's response.

By the time he was looking for someone inside, the fire was already too big to control, and Mu Yingsheng had fallen down in bed and was breathing hard. Jiang Ziyu carried the weak Mu Yingsheng on his shoulder: "Shengsheng, don't sleep, let's go out first."

During the process of going out, the wooden beam on the eaves was hitting Jiang Ziyu's face. The heartbreaking pain made him kneel on his knees and almost passed out. Taking into account the body's Mu Yingsheng, he resisted the pain, put people on his back, and crawled out little by little.

In normal days, the grandfather who does not touch the spring water quickly rubs his blood on the ground with his ten fingers. The pain in his heart seems to be occupying Jiang Ziyu's mind. He can only keep crying for "shengsheng" in an attempt to clear himself up.

As the door was approaching, the precarious door frame was about to fall. Jiang Ziyu subconsciously wanted to take good care of the people on his body, but before he could do so, Mu Yingsheng held him and turned over. The burning wooden frame smashed down, and he heard a heavy voice, lit the other's clothes, and a strong scorch tangled around the tip of his nose.

Mu Yingsheng's sweat mixed with sweat dripped on Jiang Ziyu's face, and the other side smiled at him stupidly. For the first time, he smiled sincerely without any other emotions. The opponent exhausted his last strength, escorted him to the fire with his back full of fire.

The person on his body cut off all the flames, and finally even isolated himself from him. He opened his mouth hard, his throat hoarse and unable to hear the euphemism of the past. He said:

"Don't look ..."

Then, that man became the real firelight in his eyes.

As he was about to rush up, Jiang Ziyu felt he was being pulled. The blood in front of him blurred his vision, but he turned around and saw Shen Qingyi holding him. He knelt in front of the other side and kept hoeing: "I beg you to save him."

"Aren't you a fairy? I beg you to save a lifeguard, I'll give you everything you want."

He could only repeat the movements numbly, repeating the same words repeatedly, the other party skillfully lifted his chin, and gently wiped the blood on his face with a handkerchief. Jiang Ziyu didn't know if he was paralyzed or he really didn't feel the pain, and let the other party touch his wound.

"I set the fire, and I made him deliberately ask him to call you."

Shen Qingyi's mouth was closed one by one, Jiang Ziyu felt as if he did not understand what the other party said, but just looked at him stupidly.

"I'm thinking, someone who can hurt your loved ones with your own hands, how can you forgive him so easily and willing to die for him."

"Why can't you look at me with such pure love? Obviously we were together in my last life. When you jumped down, you said you forgive me. Why can't you try to like me?

"You will be immortal after you are with me. I just want to live forever with you. Why do you ask me to save someone who makes me so sick?"

With tears in Jiang Ziyu's eyes, the heat behind him kept pounding him, and he didn't even dare to look at Mu Yingsheng's body. Grasping Shen Qingyi's sleeve tightly, he gritted his teeth and said, "Shen Qingyi, you are a lunatic. You have the ability to let me die too."

"Exactly what you want, I have no injustice with you, and so do you, why are you so attached to me?"

"If you only want my love, dream about it." The corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"Jiang Ziyu will only love Mu Ying for a lifetime."

He did not remember what happened afterwards. When he woke up again, he was locked in the house. No matter what happened, it was Shen Qingyi's own hands. Jiang Ziyu had never seen anyone except him.

There was only a bed and a quilt in the room. Jiang Ziyu also tried to knock himself to death, but the other party always appeared in time, and he was saved from death.

He could only lie in bed, infinitely nostalgic for Ying Ying, but helpless.

It was raining outside the house tonight, and in the sound of the rain, Jiang Ziyu unknowingly fell into his sleep, and he dreamed of that day again, Mu Yingsheng's mute voice made him not look back. This time he reached out and touched the opponent, and the flame spread on him, but he didn't feel anything.

He thought he would probably be able to accompany Mu Yingsheng.

But when he woke up, there was only an empty room, and darkness with no fingers. He covered his eyes and laughed, his palms were wet.

He thought, and he could only think about it.

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