"He'll be fine. We've got a clue about Wenxiang!"

Jimo whispered, but his voice contained something. Naga heard his struggle and raised his face to look at him: "If... everything calms down, will you hand her over to him?"

Jimo unexpectedly twitched the corner of his mouth, and his dark pupils changed, showing suppressed pain and sadness:

"She has never been mine, neither my body nor my heart. What can I give to him..."

Three days later, the matter of asking for incense came to an end. Doctor Liang and Ah Si were convicted of regicide. Elder Xing was deprived of his position as the first elder of the Imperial Pavilion and was temporarily replaced by Elder Chen. Na Sheng was dissatisfied with this.

Reluctantly, the minister and King Yan supported him, so he had to give up. It was a pity that Elder Xing, who had worked so hard and accomplished so much, ended up in ruins.

“When are they going to let the black general come out?”

In the Chaoyang Hall, Naga was pacing anxiously, while Jimo stood aside, in a bad mood.

"The Imperial Pavilion said that although Elder Xing was at fault, the crime of trespassing by the black general must still be investigated, and King Yan was also unwilling to let him go."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Reduce military power!"

Naga stared at Jimo angrily.

"Cut off half of the black general's strength and replace him with King Yan!"

"Decided?" Naga's voice trembled slightly, and Jimo nodded with a slumped face.

"Are they going to take action?" Naga smiled strangely, a little helpless and a little crazy.

"If Wei Chen hadn't arrived at the Imperial Pavilion that day, I'm afraid he would have taken action!"

Jimo was indifferent, and Naga looked up at him, his eyes flickering, and he stopped talking.

Jimo crossed the garden of Chaoyang Hall and arrived at the side hall. Looking around, under the dim candlelight in the hall, Jian Yao was playing chess with himself alone. He was as calm as a monk and nun guarding his youth.

Feeling that someone was looking at her, Jian Yao turned her head. Under the cold moonlight, the thin face of the man exuded a faint brilliance under the moonlight.

"How about a game?"

She spoke softly, and Jimo was a little embarrassed. He walked closer and said softly: "I don't understand!"

Jian Yao smiled lightly, looked at the endgame in front of him and said, "I don't understand either, their game, I don't understand..."

Jimo lowered his head. On the desk was the chess game during the day, which was the stalemate between the black general and Naga many days ago.

"I..." ("You...")

The two of them spoke at the same time and were silent at the same time. The chess pieces clenched on their fingers trembled slightly in mid-air. Jian Yao's hand reached into his purse and fumbled for the round pearl. Jimo's face was startled, and his expression immediately darkened.

"This isn't for me, is it?"

There was a hint of loss and a hint of clarity in Jian Yao's eyes, and the pearl exuded a faint brilliance in her tender white palm.

Jimo's heart felt astringent. After Luguan's defeat, he guarded the bead day after day, but his heart did not become warm with it. He was angry and indulged. One night in Wanxian Tower, the brothel girl asked him for it, and he casually took it.

He gave it to her, but unexpectedly it returned to her hands, mockingly shattering his self-righteous infatuation in front of him.

"Throw it away, it's not worthy of you!" Jimo raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, and Jimo's smile was bitter and forced.

Jian Yao's moist eyes were half-closed, and he lowered his head and held it firmly in his palm: "If you don't want it, I will accept it. I lost it back then. If I lose it again, I'm afraid I won't have the shame to look for it again."

!"

As she said that, she put it back into her purse. Jimo impulsively grabbed her hand, his eyes were like ink, and the rich blackness covered the starlight. "He will be fine, Wenxiang has already figured out what happened!"

"

Jimo whispered, but his voice contained something. Naga heard his struggle and raised his face to look at him: "If... everything calms down, will you hand her over to him?"

Jimo unexpectedly twitched the corner of his mouth, and his dark pupils changed, showing suppressed pain and sadness:

"She has never been mine, neither my body nor my heart. What can I give to him..."

Three days later, the matter of asking for incense came to an end. Doctor Liang and Ah Si were convicted of regicide. Elder Xing was deprived of his position as the first elder of the Imperial Pavilion and was temporarily replaced by Elder Chen. Na Sheng was dissatisfied with this.

Reluctantly, the minister and King Yan supported him, so he had to give up. It was a pity that Elder Xing, who had worked so hard and accomplished so much, ended up in ruins.

“When are they going to let the black general come out?”

In the Chaoyang Hall, Naga was pacing anxiously, while Jimo stood aside, in a bad mood.

"The Imperial Pavilion said that although Elder Xing was at fault, the crime of trespassing by the black general must still be investigated, and King Yan was also unwilling to let him go."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Reduce military power!"

Naga stared at Jimo angrily.

"Cut off half of the black general's strength and replace him with King Yan!"

"Decided?" Naga's voice trembled slightly, and Jimo nodded with a slumped face.

"Are they going to take action?" Naga smiled strangely, a little helpless and a little crazy.

"If Wei Chen hadn't arrived at the Imperial Pavilion that day, I'm afraid he would have taken action!"

Jimo was indifferent, and Naga looked up at him, his eyes flickering, and he stopped talking.

Jimo crossed the garden of Chaoyang Hall and arrived at the side hall. Looking around, under the dim candlelight in the hall, Jian Yao was playing chess with himself alone. He was as calm as a monk and nun guarding his youth.

Feeling that someone was looking at her, Jian Yao turned her head. Under the cold moonlight, the thin face of the man exuded a faint brilliance under the moonlight.

"How about a game?"

She spoke softly, and Jimo was a little embarrassed. He walked closer and said softly: "I don't understand!"

Jian Yao smiled lightly, looked at the endgame in front of him and said, "I don't understand either, their game, I don't understand..."

Jimo lowered his head. On the desk was the chess game during the day, which was the stalemate between the black general and Naga many days ago.

"I..." ("You...")

The two of them spoke at the same time and were silent at the same time. The chess pieces clenched on their fingers trembled slightly in mid-air. Jian Yao's hand reached into his purse and fumbled for the round pearl. Jimo's face was startled, and his expression immediately darkened.

"This isn't for me, is it?"

There was a hint of loss and a hint of clarity in Jian Yao's eyes, and the pearl exuded a faint brilliance in her tender white palm.

Jimo's heart felt astringent. After Luguan's defeat, he guarded the bead day after day, but his heart did not become warm with it. He was angry and indulged. One night in Wanxian Tower, the brothel girl asked him for it, and he casually took it.

He gave it to her, but unexpectedly it returned to her hands, mockingly shattering his self-righteous infatuation in front of him.

"Throw it away, it's not worthy of you!" Jimo raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, and Jimo's smile was bitter and forced.

Jian Yao's moist eyes were half-closed, and he lowered his head and held it firmly in his palm: "If you don't want it, I will accept it. I lost it back then. If I lose it again, I'm afraid I won't have the shame to look for it again."

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Chapter completed!