Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Chapter 277 Identity
The rest of Jiang Sheng couldn't hear it anymore, and even the last sentence was barely memorized after she chewed it over and over again.

The familiar drowsiness came, and she had already returned to the mansion as quickly as possible.

When he lay down in his room, Jiang Sheng's last thought before becoming unconscious was
——She really can’t be too far away from this body

As for whether the sun has any effect on her, another experiment needs to be set up.

Time turns back to the other side.

Jiang Xian, who got into the carriage, did not go back to his home, but went to a different courtyard.

Qing Moqi was waiting for her at the door.

Different from the past who always liked to laugh, now Qingmo Qi's expression is serious, with subtle guilt: "Master..."

Jiang Xian didn't say much: "Where is the person?"

Qing Mo hurriedly said, "It's in the room on the far right."

According to Qing Jijiu, the child went down the mountain with another man.It's just that he was hooked by a tree, and the man was not so lucky, and fell directly to the bottom of the mountain.

Jiang Xianyou sent someone to check at the bottom of the mountain. He hadn't seen any corpses for a few days, but he did see a few skeletons that had been exposed to the wind and sun for an unknown amount of time.

And an hour ago, Qing Moqi suddenly sent a message to Jiang Xian, saying that he might have been found.

The man who fell into a coma suddenly appeared at the gate of the other courtyard. He had thick eyebrows, eagle eyes, high nose and long lips, and a mole on the right side of his chin. His height and age were basically the same as Qing Jijiu's description.

Qing Moqi felt that this person was the man who fell to the bottom of the mountain.

The man was seriously injured, but he was still angry, so Jiang Xian let Wu Kewen go first, and then came to deal with the matter of Fumantang by himself.

The wounded patient was moved to the bed, Wu Kewen took off his almost stripped clothes, and was dealing with the mottled and terrifying wounds.

Wu Kewen has dealt with skin trauma much better. He moves nimbly and can distract his speech: "...unlike the injury of falling directly from a high place, there are many long marks on his body, which should be scratched down by climbing the rock wall."

"The lives of the left and right can't be lost. If you recover well, you can wake up in two days."

The man with his eyes closed frowned, as if responding to his words, or it might be because of the pain.

Jiang Xian turned his head and ordered: "Bring the man."

Qing Mo Qi knew who she was talking about, nodded her head and turned to go out.

Jiang Xian leaned against the wall next to him, watching Wu Kewen's skillful way of separating the cloth sticking to the wound.

The scar was almost treated, and finally Wu Kewen put the cotton cloth in a copper basin and twisted it again, and the red and black stains spread from the clear water in an instant.

At this moment, Qing Moqi just pushed open the door and led a child in.

The boy has exquisite eyebrows, but he doesn't have a bit of liveliness that should be expected at this age.

It was the boy from Jinghe Temple.

After all, it was Jiang Sheng who saved him. Even though he was being interrogated, the boy was still treated well, he was not thin, and his clothes were neat and clean.

But ever since he entered the room, his little face has been twisted.

After all, he is still young, and he is not very good at hiding his emotions.Even though his face was always expressionless, those dark eyes clearly told the people in the room that he knew the wounded person on the bed.

This is easy to do.

There was no need for Jiang Xian to speak, Qing Moqi squatted down and looked at the boy at the same level, and said with a smile: "Tell sister, who is this person?"

The boy looked at her warily and pursed his lips in silence.

"That's not okay." Qing Moqi sighed and shook her head, "Look, this uncle has suffered such serious injuries, if we don't save him, he might not survive."

Seeing that the boy was still silent, Qing Moqi felt very helpless: "Although we really want to save him, we can't take in a person whose origin is unknown..."

"In this case..." Qing Moqi stood up, making a gesture to throw the man out.

When she stood up, the corner of the skirt was pulled, but the white fabric was smooth without leaving any wrinkles.

"No." The boy let go of Qingmo Qi's skirt, "Save him."

Qing Moqi seemed to be stunned: "You said you don't want to save him?"

"Then don't help."

She is very talkative.

But it is clear that everyone knows that "don't" and "save him" are two independent phrases.

No one in this room would help him, the boy glanced at Qing Mo Qi, then immediately lowered his head, then approached the injured, raised his childish hands to the injured's face, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he said, "Dohman."

His pronunciation was weird, Qingmo Qiyi didn't understand what he was saying for a while.

"Duoheman, my mother left it to me." The boy added, with some difficulty in articulating the words, "Protect me."

This is the longest sentence he has said in five days. Although there is no complete subject, verb and object, those who are interested can fully understand what he means.

A sense of familiarity flashed through Jiang Xian's mind, she left the wall and straightened up, walked up to the boy and asked slowly: "From Xijiang?"

Two years ago, she met a Xijiang businessman with such an accent.

The boy might be a little surprised, and nodded slowly.

"Then what about you, who are you, and why did you appear in Da Xiao?"

The boy hesitated before saying, "Lian Yu."

"my name."

"Father has a bride, don't want me, the bride doesn't like me, so Duoheman brought me here to protect me."

Surname Lian?

Jiang Xian gave Qing Mo Qi a wink, meaning to ask Qing Mo Qi to investigate, and then changed the question: "Five days ago, you almost bumped into someone in the temple."

"why?"

Lian Yu paused for a few seconds: "... accidentally."

"Let's think about it." Jiang Xian took half a step back, embracing his hands, and his eyes fell on the bed next to him.

Lian Yu clenched his hands into fists. He seemed to want to weave a lie, but he was obviously not good at lying, so he didn't speak for a long time.

"Mo Qi." Jiang Xian said patiently, "Throw that man out."

Qingmoqi answered right away, ignored Duoheman's wound and the medicine he had just given, lifted him up and walked out.

Lian Yu spread his arms to block the door, and said the most coherent sentence: "Please wait."

Jiang Xian looked at him coldly.

Seeing that Lian Yu's "unintentional" action saved her younger sister, she has treated each other with courtesy these few days, even if the other party didn't answer any questions, she still never tortured her severely.

But it doesn't mean that she will stick to the above principles when she can't find the answer for a long time.

Lian Yu rested her fist on her left chest and saluted Xijiang: "Please let me think about it."

"Can you let them out?"

Lian Yu was referring to Qing Moqi and Wu Kewen.

Jiang Xian lowered his eyelashes, looking a little absent-minded, but his peripheral vision fell on Lian Yu's face.

After a while, she turned her head to the other two.

After a while, Qing Moqi and Wu Kewen who went out closed the door, and only Jiang Xian and Lian Yu were left in the room except for the unconscious wounded patients.

Lian Yu finally spoke, his tone was slow, with a Xijiang accent: "I saw that the pavilion collapsed."

Jiang Xian looked at him, frowning slightly.

See the pavilion collapse?

When it collapsed...or before?
(End of this chapter)