Yan Wei'er took out a jade pendant from her body, stared at it carefully, and asked: "Is this yours? Is your name Jilian Bino?"
I couldn't help but look at his handsome and charming face carefully, trying to find traces of the past in it, even a little bit would be good.
Ji Lian Bino pointed to the name on the jade pendant: "This type of jade pendant is only available to Ji Lian's descendants, but this piece of jade pendant has a different meaning. My name is engraved on it - Ji Lian Bino, I am Ji Lian Bino.
The young master of the Lian family is also the future head of the Ji Lian family, so it will be even more precious."
When Yan Wei'er heard this, she quickly returned it to him: "Then you'd better take it back, I'm afraid I'll lose it."
Jilian Bino placed the jade pendant in Wei'er's palm: "You are my wife and the future head wife of the Ji Lian family. It is most appropriate for you to hold this jade pendant. I gave it to you a long time ago."
"All the good things he has are willing to share with her, including his time and his love.
Yan Wei'er didn't refuse. She had forgotten what happened before and didn't know how she accepted it. Anyway, the jade pendant was already on her body and seemed to be hers.
She took out the dagger from under the pillow and was about to unsheath it, but this action was immediately stopped by Ji Lembino.
"This dagger cuts iron like clay. It's better not to take it out of the sheath." Ji Lianbeino was afraid that she would accidentally hurt him. He was relieved in his heart. This silly girl was not stupid. When she came out, she still remembered to put this dagger in her hand.
Carry the stuff with you.
"Is this yours too?" Her face was filled with curiosity, as if everything on her body was related to the man in front of her.
"What's mine is yours, remember?" Ji Lianbino couldn't help but pinch her little face. Although it was a little pale, it was still so beautiful that it made people's hearts flutter.
Yan Weier lowered her head shyly, and liked him very much when he said, "What's mine is yours." Suddenly she felt that she was not a person with nothing, but seemed to be very rich, not only in wealth, but also in the memories of the past.
His expression was so gentle, as if he regarded her as a treasure in his hand. This realization made her look shy and a blush spread across her face.
"Wei'er, do you still remember your mother?" Ji Lianbino asked softly. It was because of this problem that they came to this point and she suffered so much.
"Ah, I also have a mother?" Yan Wei'er became excited. Of course she should have a mother, and she wouldn't really have jumped out of the cracks in the rocks.
Jilianbino nodded and said with a smile: "We can see my mother when we go home. She is now living in our villa, which is comfortable and safe." He did not dare to reveal more to her for fear of mentioning that.
Those sad things.
Now, Yan Weier was even more sure that she was really his wife. Her mother was at his home. What could be more convincing than this: "Then I am really your wife!" He said.
, holding her delicate hands with her. Her small hand was completely held in the palm of his big hand, and she felt so safe, as if her wandering heart suddenly fell to the ground, and she felt at ease.
Jilenbino held her tightly, and who could appreciate the preciousness of what was lost and found more deeply than him. So many anxious days and nights were rewarded at this moment.
She has already lived in his heart. No matter where she goes to the end of the world, she is still his wife and nothing can change her.
What's more, the once insurmountable gap that stood between them no longer existed. He could love her with confidence. He would no longer love her so humbly, so cautiously, so fearfully as before.
She is his woman, and no one can change her. Jilian Bino's heart is filled with happiness.
"Young Master, the Third Young Master of Qin has captured Qian Zikui alive." Hua Yi stood outside the door and reported.
Jilian Bino laughed and rubbed Yan Wei'er's head with his hands: "Look, I said your brother Qin San is great, right? You rest first, I'll go out and make arrangements." With that, he walked out of the house.
In the courtyard, the Third Master of Qin stepped on Qian Zikui, the "hungry ghost", and touched his vital point with a jade flute. If he dared to move, he would be killed immediately.
He was wearing an old man's cloth, and his figure looked so ethereal in the last ray of light at dusk: "Bie Nuo, this guy has a portrait of Zhang Wei'er on him."
Ji Lianbino's eyes were dark, and he bent down to find a portrait from Qian Zikui. In the portrait, Wei'er's eyes were childish, and there was no trace of impurity in his expression. His light smile outlined his ethereal grace. No.
There is a hint of flattery, but there is a sense of seduction and awe.
"Where did this painting come from?" Jilianbino asked, his face expressionless.
Seeing Qian Zikui's silent answer, the third son of Qin couldn't help but increase the power of the jade flute in his hand.
Qian Zikui was shocked and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Prince Wei gave it to me. I am not the only one who owns this portrait. Everyone who is out on business has it. We must find this girl and bring her back to Kyoto."
"Seeking death!" Ji Lianbienuo spat out two words. Unexpectedly, Prince Wei was still thinking about Yan Wei'er, so he stared at Qian Zikui and said: "Your end has come. I've been busy recently, so I haven't
I didn't have time to look for you, but you knocked on the door yourself."
When Qian Zikui heard what Young Master Ji Lian said, he seemed to be putting himself to death, and said anxiously: "I just met Young Master for the first time today. I never dared to offend Young Master in the past. I beg Young Master to spare my life."
Jilianbino despised weaklings the most, and couldn't help but snorted: "A weakling like you has come out of the Jixiu Sect. You are bluffing everywhere, bullying men and dominating women. If I don't clean up the family for Master Zheng, how can I be worthy of him?"
It was only at this moment that Qian Zikui's spine felt really cold. This young master was indeed difficult to deal with: "Please spare my life, young master. From now on, I will return to Jixiumen to repent..." Hatred flashed through his eyes.
Tilembino's voice was low: "Last month, in my Chixi land, you took someone else's wife and killed that woman's husband and child?" On the way to Jipar Ranch, when passing by Chixi
Then I heard this rumor. I was busy with business at the time, and I was anxious to find Yan Wei'er when I came back. Before I had time to take care of this matter, I met her on a narrow road here.
"That woman seduced me first!" Qian Zikui denied shamelessly.
"If that woman seduced you first, why did she commit suicide after being insulted by you?" Ji Lianbienuo had only heard the rumors and had not had time to verify them. Now that he heard his denial, he already understood in his heart.
point.
When Qian Zikui saw that the incident had been exposed, his eyes flashed with fierceness. He suddenly shrunk his bones and staggered away from the jade flute. He jumped up and grabbed Jilian Bino with both hands.
The Third Young Master of Qin did not expect that he could survive in such a dangerous situation when he had blocked his retreat. He was really good at cultivating the sect with his heart. If he was used on the right path, he would be a good player. He did not go to help, but just took some time to relax.
Put the jade flute into your arms.
I saw Jilian Bino lightly dodging the opponent's killing moves, but still slowly attacking. The night had completely fallen, and I couldn't see what moves he used, so Qian Zikui let out a muffled groan and fell to the ground dead.
"Bienuo's martial arts has improved a lot, and he can kill Fian Zikui with one move!" Third Young Master Qin said with a smile.
"San'er, are you having a hard time if you don't make fun of me for a day? You have exhausted his physical strength and caused many injuries on his body. If I don't kill him with one fatal move, will I still be worthy of my master?" Jilian Bino patted his body.
dust.
The night was shrouded in an undercurrent of madness, and it was so dark that it made one's heart palpitate.