My husband is a traitor

Chapter 319 serious, show up

Regarding the fact that Jiang Linlang went out and got a fart and hurt her butt, Mu Youran shook her head in amazement while nibbling melon seeds afterwards.

"Capability." With this trouble-provoking and injured physique, if her junior sister is ranked second, who would dare to be the first?

Jiang Linlang thought of how many times she had been injured, big and small, and it was rare that she didn't refute her senior sister Mu Youran's words.

She scratched the back of her head a little ashamedly, "Senior Sister, stop making sarcastic remarks."

"I'm telling the truth." Mu Youran spoke very sharply, and she chewed the melon seeds at a very fast speed. After a while, as soon as the melon seeds in hand were finished, she felt thirsty, so she took a teacup and started drinking.

"By the way, is there any news?" Putting down the teacup, Mu Youran glanced at Jiang Linlang who was lying on the bed, holding a scripture book and swinging her legs leisurely, and suddenly asked seriously.

At first, she was startled and didn't realize what Mu Youran was referring to, but it only took a moment for Jiang Linlang to understand. She threw away the storybook and lay on her side slightly, shaking her head and sighing.

"No." Jiang Ying's whereabouts could not be found, and the carrier pigeons released seemed to have disappeared, and there was no news of it.

Seeing her like this, Mu Youran paused, feeling that she shouldn't put this in a bad mood, coughed, and comforted her, "Don't be in a hurry, if he wants to contact you, he will definitely take the initiative to find you."

After all, Mu Youran heard Jiang Linlang mention the younger brother who had been separated for many years, and knew that the relationship between the siblings had not been alienated because of the separation of more than ten years.

It's just that the two are obviously different...

"By the way, Senior Sister, can the baby's burn be cured?" Jiang Linlang suddenly bounced up and sat down. Because she moved too much, she touched the sore spot and wrinkled her face. She supported the edge of the bed with both hands to make her body slightly vacant.

asked eagerly.

Mu Youran licked her lips that were dry from eating melon seeds, raised her eyes slightly and looked up, "En..."

After a long thoughtful syllable of the word "en", she frowned, and replied conservatively, "It's hard to say, I can't promise you without seeing him in person."

She still didn't say a word - more than ten years have passed, even if she saw Jiang Ying in person and heard Jiang Linlang's scars, it would be difficult to get rid of them.

Even if it is sure, it is likely to just dilute the scar.

Jiang Linlang lowered her eyes and sighed even more.

But what she was more worried about was Jiang Ying's strangeness other than the scar. She told Mu Youran in detail about Jiang Ying's hypothermia, hair color, and frequent fainting due to the use of insanity.

"White hair... Dementia?!" Mu Youran was startled, and bit her lips. She took a breath, ignoring the blood bubble on her mouth, and stared straight at Jiang Linlang, her expression turned from astonishment to seriousness. .

This situation... doesn't sound good.

She didn't tell Jiang Linlang her bad guess, but she frowned a little deeper. Needless to say, Jiang Linlang was also aware of the seriousness of the situation.

Letting go of her hand, her eyes trembled and her anxiety expanded, "What's wrong?"

Mu Youran breathed heavily, clasped her chin with one hand, lowered her eyes slightly to think for a moment, then raised her eyes and said to Jiang Linlang seriously, "As far as I know, soul-stirring requires people with deep internal strength to practice. The strange technique that has been lost for hundreds of years consumes a lot of internal energy... As you said, Jiang Ying's physique must be special, but he has no internal energy, so every time he uses the soul-absorbing technique, it will cause his body to lose strength and faint... "

She kept one more point—the soul-stirring technique consumes the user's internal energy and physical strength, and a practitioner without internal energy will be consumed bit by bit by the soul-stirring technique, and if things go on like this...will definitely be exhausted and die.

The reason why I didn't tell Jiang Linlang was because I was afraid that she would be very worried.Furthermore, Jiang Ying's situation is too evil, she is still not sure what kind of situation he is in, she just relies on medical books and the medical principles she has learned.

But even if she didn't express all her thoughts, Jiang Linlang was quite frightened. As soon as she closed her eyes, she remembered Jiang Ying's eyes of resisting medical treatment...

Now that I think about it, apart from the fact that he doesn't want others to see his face, there are probably more important reasons!
Is it...

She frowned so much that people worried, Mu Youran quickly waved her hands, and said in relief, "It's nonsense not to see anyone at the moment, so don't worry about it! How could your Jiang family's uncles let their young ones go? Something happened to the Lord?"

Rao Mu Youran said so, but Jiang Linlang was still depressed. She thought of Jiang Ying who was out alone, wondering if she was eating well, sleeping well, whether she was in good health or not... But as her elder sister, she was in poor health every day. Living a happy and comfortable life, I feel guilty.

"No, I have to try again!" Jiang Linlang bit her lip, got off the ground, and was about to go out.

Mu Youran hurriedly followed, "Hey, what are you trying? The sky is so big, where can I find it?"

"I have a hunch that Xiaoying must still be in Lin'an." Jiang Linlang pursed her lips and said seriously after her footsteps stopped.

Not to mention that she was still in Lin'an City, just because Gu Shengchang was thrown into the sky prison, she was sure that Jiang Ying and the old Jiang family, who were bent on revenge, would not be inactive.

I have to say that Jiang Linlang was right.

However, what she didn't expect was that Jiang Ying was caught by Rong Jue.

That night.

The wind of early spring brings a slight chill, accompanied by the few boats and boats on the riverside, the laughter of prostitutes and entertainers, Rong Jue's dark red cloak flutters in the wind.

Chasing people to the moat.

"I can't run anymore." He stopped, and the shadow guards behind him leaped down from the sky like ghosts, and surrounded the shadow.

The black shadow was chased all the way, panting for breath, suddenly, something moved in her wide cloak, and the black shadow put down the person tightly guarding, it turned out to be a frail and slender young man.

That is Jiang Ying.

He was still dressed in black that blended into the night, the mask only exposed his eyes and mouth, a pair of clear and beautiful eyes, looking straight at Rong Jue.

"You followed me on purpose." As soon as he spoke, a rough voice that did not match his age sounded faintly.

Otherwise, with Rong Jue's superb martial arts, how could A Ying lead him all the way here before being blocked?
Rong Jue twitched the corners of his mouth noncommittally, "You just showed up outside the dungeon to invite me here?"

It is so convenient for smart people to deal with smart people.

Looking at the guards around her, the hood on Jiang Ying's head was slightly swayed by the breeze, revealing a bit of silver in the dark night.

"I want to talk to you alone."

Rong Jue didn't respond, the two of them were cold and gloomy, indescribably weird and indescribably harmonious...

In Jiang Linlang's words, that is Wang Jianwang.

"Go down."

After a while, the two spoke at the same time, but they were speaking to their subordinates.

A Ying was unwilling, she knew how high the martial arts of the man opposite was, and the lord...

"Aying." Jiang Ying saw that Rong Jue gave an order, and all the hidden guards retreated quickly, and couldn't help frowning. This action was somewhat familiar to Rong Jue——

Jiang Linlang's expression when she was angry and unwilling.

It seems like a child who wants to compare, an action that loses face.

As expected of siblings.

(End of this chapter)