Looking at Yingshu's smiling face, she suddenly remembered something that had not been resolved and caused her a headache, "By the way, I'll ask you something."

Yingshu narrowed her eyes unhappily: "You can't help asking your friend for help as soon as we became friends? You are really a friend, and you can't afford to lose at all."

"Then forget it." Ye Qingwan glanced at her.

"Okay, just kidding, ask." Yingshu just wanted to tease her.

Ye Qingwan thought for a moment and said, "Have you seen a man here with a lotus-like red mark on his back?"

Yingshu was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "I am a priest."

She completely figured out what Ye Qingwan wanted to ask next, and then said first: "I went to the flower banquet because I had a way to get out of it, so I just wanted to see the world."

"Are you a Qing Gong?" Ye Qing looked at Yingshu up and down at night, half-believing and half-doubting.

Yingshu felt uncomfortable when she said this, and she said, "You underestimate me too much, aren't you?"

Ye Qingwan asked: "What will you do?"

Yingshu said proudly: "You can do anything."

Ye Qingwan suddenly became interested and smiled with her chin on her back, "Then you sing a song for me?"

Yingshu thought for a while: "Yes, but I will decide what to sing."

Ye Qingwan has no requirements for free things.

After saying that, Yingshu got up and went out to get her meal.

Ye Qingwan couldn't help but feel a little worried when he saw her shaking figure.

Can she really sing a song like this? Ye Qingwan even doubts whether she can come back safely after she goes there.

A moment later, Yingshu returned with the pipa in her arms.

She sat on the side and chuckled at Ye Qingwan, "I've drunk a little too much tonight. If you sing something wrong, you don't laugh at me."

Ye Qingwan nodded slightly.

Yingshu lowered her eyes and stared at the pipa in her hand. Her green jade fingers plucked the strings. The string sounds that had not yet become a song have already developed emotions. Her red lips opened and closed, and her gentle voice was like a yellow oriole.

Ye Qingwan closed her eyes and listened quietly.

"What a long sound at night? I advise me to think about my hometown story often. I want to see the sorrows. Looking at the sky from afar, it will be dark. Who can help me to understand my heart?"

Ye Qingwan didn't say much, but she also had a lot of music. At least she could hear most famous music now and in the future, but she seemed to have never heard what Yingshu sang.

Ye Qingwan couldn't help but lift her eyes and look at her.

Yingshu played very deeply, not as swaying and frivolous as she usually was. The sad and sad tone seemed to contain her true feelings, as if she was using it to express the infinite sadness in her heart.

home.

Ye Qingwan thoughtful.

"I can meet you on the same day, just like a person in a deep boudoir dream. But my heart is gone, and I have since been heartbroken."

"Liangchen wants to get drunk with you, but he has to raise the wine and force him to do it without exposing it, and he does not feel regretful."

At the end of the song, Yingshu put down the pipa, took the wine from the table in one hand and poured it into her mouth. The expression on her face had returned to its usual frivolous and casualness.

The room was a little quiet for a moment. Ye Qingwan looked at Yingshu and suddenly asked, "You are not from Chuyi in fact, are you?"

Yingshu smiled: "I never said I was from Chuyi."

Ye Qingwan's face froze. Except for Chuyi people in the capital, there were only Mingzhao people.

Thinking of Mingzhao, Ye Qingwan couldn't help but think of the hippie boy again. The boy was extremely dangerous, so she couldn't have any good feelings for Mingzhao. She always felt that the people there were like that boy, and they were linked to the word danger.

But then again, why did she and Mingzhaoren be so destined to be so destined?

Seeing that she was distracted, Yingshu waved her hand with a smile under her nose, pulling her out of meditation.

Ye Qingwan waved his head slightly and asked, "Since you are from Mingzhao, why don't you just find a house in Mingzhao and have to run far to Chuyi?"

Yingshu raised her lips and smiled, "I like Chu Yi, and I like Chu Yi even more. And in Mingzhao, I can't raise someone like you."

Simple, innocent, easy to cheat.

Ye Qingwan really didn't understand what she meant: "What does it mean? Mingzhao should have many people like me, right?"

Yingshu shook her head and said, "No, you don't understand Mingzhao."

Ye Qingwan curled her lips. She was not a Mingzhao person. Isn’t it normal for Mingzhao to not understand?

Yingshu suddenly said: "The Ming Dynasty ordered people to be sick."

Ye Qingwan frowned unconsciously, full of confusion and surprise. She asked hesitantly: "Is it the one I understand that is sick?"

Jiang Shuo suddenly flashed through her mind and grinned and told her that she liked her scene.

Well, I'm really sick.

"No." Yingshu didn't know what she was thinking, but knew that the illness she was talking about was meant to curse. She was not angry and continued to explain to her patiently: "Mingzhao people are sick when they are born, but it is just a psychological disease and has nothing to do with their health."

Ye Qingwan was quite surprised: "Heart disease?"

She is familiar with Qi Huang, but she only has a little knowledge of heart disease and does not know much about it. Moreover, heart disease is divided into many types, and she only knows about lovesickness and depression symptoms.

"Yes, it is a rare heart disease in Chuyi, but it is considered common in Mingzhao." Yingshu said, "For example, we usually have very paranoid obsession with a certain phenomenon or a person. Our thoughts and actions are more extreme than ordinary people, and sometimes even act that ordinary people cannot understand, such as depression, violence, sinisterness, and murder and enjoyment. They vary from person to person, and they vary, but in most cases, we are no different from normal people."

"According to the easy-to-understand words of Mingzhao doctors, we are psychological distorted, hidden perverts, and some doctors blame themselves for saying that Mingzhao people are born with a dark and damp heart, even their bones are dark and damp."

She said it too lightly, as if it was not the secret, darkest, and most stigmatized secret of the entire country, but an extraordinary thing.

Ye Qingwan's pupils suddenly shrank and his palms were sweating. She had never heard of this kind of heart disease, but what shocked her was that the entire Mingzhao country was actually perverted.

She carefully considered Yingshu's words and used Jiang Shuo, a native Mingzhao, to compare with ordinary people from time to time.

If what Yingshu said was true, then Jiang Shuo would be a bit better to pretend.

Apart from being liked to be mean, she couldn't tell me what was wrong with Jiang Shuo.

Or did Jiang Shuo only get sick if she couldn't see it?

She thought about it seriously, but carelessly ignored the look when Jiang Shuo looked at her every time, the crazy boy in the fog illusion, and Emperor Zhaowu who was crazy because of his loss of his lover in the nightmare.

After a while, Ye Qingwan raised his eyes and looked at Yingshu with complex eyes.

"Then so are you?"

Yingshu admitted it very simply: "Yes. I really treat you as a friend and told you this secret."

She smiled and said, "So Ye Yin, you have to be careful."

Ye Qingwan withdrew his eyes, lowered his eyelashes, and his heart suddenly jumped, always feeling that Yingshu had something to say.

Should I be careful of her or the Ming Dynasty?
Chapter completed!