"I went to see Shidu during the day, and I accidentally happened!"

Jimo said in an understatement, not wanting Jian Yao to be involved too much. This girl was too thoughtful, and he was afraid that she would think too much and become unhappy.

Jian Yao frowned again, already guessing something.

"Is it about spirit transfer?"

Jimo responded and remained silent for a long time before saying again: "Shidu's soul has been detained!"

Jian Yao was startled and asked quickly: "Why?"

Jimo shook his head. He really didn't know who did it or for what purpose. There was only one thing he couldn't worry about.

"Jian Yao, I think maybe Shidu's death is not that simple!"

"Do you also think he has a grievance?"

Jimo nodded, and some fragments suddenly flashed in Jian Yao's mind. When he thought about it carefully, they were all gone, so he sighed helplessly, pulled Jimo up and sat on the stone bench in the Qin Pavilion, and wiped it with a silk handkerchief.

Tea gently wiped the wound.

"No matter what, you are good brothers, so you have to live happily together for his sake!"

Jimo suddenly raised his head and looked at Jian Yao's downcast face. His heart suddenly became soft, and hot blood surged throughout his body. After returning to Nanyang for so many days, everyone said to him, "Sorrow and accept the change." The bleak Nanyang made human feelings also...

It gradually became weak, and even Huaisha was immersed in her own sorrow. Only Jian Yao's simple words made his heart warm again. The girl he loved was beautiful, kind and so understanding.

"Jimo, if you become Nanyang Marquis, what would you most like to do?"

Jian Yao raised his head, his eyes bright and full of expectation.

Jimo was startled, Marquis of Nanyang? He had never thought about it. After careful calculation, he seemed to be a more suitable candidate now, but he had never thought much about utilitarianism. All he wanted was to follow his mother's wishes.

as well as……

"Jimo, can you go and be Nanyang Marquis?" Jian Yao had a hint of prayer in his eyes.

"I know it's selfish of me to think this way, but as long as you become Nanyang Marquis, I can go home! You know, I have always wanted to go back to Dongyin and to brother Mu Cheng!"

Jimo's heart ached fiercely. It turned out that what she wanted was completely opposite to him. He loved her so much that he would even give his life, but all she wanted was to leave.

Seeing that Jimo didn't answer, Jian Yao lowered his eyes with some disappointment. After a while, he sat back by the piano, and a song "Hateful Farewell" slowly flowed out from his fingertips. The night was quiet, covered with blue sky, vast and far-reaching. The guqin sounded sad.

lingering sound

The wind is like a wisp of breeze, carrying the moist past and touching the traces accumulated in the memory. And in the distance, there is a person standing in the wind, holding on to the exquisite flower carving gallery wall, watching coldly the two people playing the piano and playing flowers in front of the pavilion.

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"Master Marquis, Lord Cao has a letter and asked me to submit it on my behalf!"

"I'm tired. Let's go back to the palace to rest! If we have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow!"

Jian Mucheng walked two steps along the corridor, then stopped and looked at Jian Yao by the lake. After being silent for a long time, he ordered: "Prepare some warm clothes for the princess!"

"yes!"

Jian Mucheng turned around, and the sound of heavy and lonely footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor. His Jian Yao was getting further and further away from him...

A burst of blood splashed around, and because Jian Yao was very close, the blood sprayed down and covered her body, turning into blood-red new clothes! The fishy smell and the impact made her feel sick and almost wanted to vomit.

"What's the matter with you?" Jian Mucheng walked over slowly and took the satin cloth from the tray in Jian Yao's hand. His eyes were lowered and he did not look at Jian Yao's slightly shrunken body. The guard lying on the ground behind him was already there.

He was fighting so hard that he half held a letter to sign and stammered:
Chapter completed!