Manly, he took the book away from Jiang Yuan's hand and said, "Stop reading. If you want to ask anything, just ask me. I know everything."
"real?"
She already knew almost what she needed to know, and what she was looking for now was just to satisfy her sudden curiosity.
She really wanted to know what happened to Bei Yue and Zuo Di.
She originally planned to forget it since she couldn't find the book, but now a troubleshooter appeared and she gave a rare smile.
"Have I ever said that you are beautiful?" But his hand came up empty.
Jiang Yuan stepped aside, but slowly put away her smile, "I want to know what happened between Qi Xuanzuo and Bei Yue."
Even though the light was very dim, she could still clearly see the man's broken expression and the flash of murderous intent.
"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Jiang Yuan didn't intend to force it.
She had almost finished reading today, so she rubbed her temples and prepared to go back to sleep.
"I tell you."
"You don't have to force yourself." Jiang Yuan rarely showed kindness.
"Not - barely - forcefully."
Two people sat side by side in the space between the bookshelves. The man was silent for a long time before his voice started to sound.
"When Qi Xuanzuo was ten years old, he and Qi Yayan were sent to northern Xinjiang to serve as hostages. Qi Yayan and Qi Xuanzuo were twins. You can imagine how beautiful Qi Yayan was."
"But Qi Yayan is not as attractive as Qi Xuanzuo. The kind of desire that one can't help but take possession of at the first sight."
Jiang Yuan inadvertently glanced at the man's hand on the ground. Although his tone was calm, the veins on his hand were full of protrusions, which looked shocking on the white hand.
"Forget it." Jiang Yuan said calmly.
Although she is not a kind person, there is no need to make others suffer so much for her own selfish desires.
"Stop talking."
She slowly stood up, patted her clothes, and walked outside.
Jiang Yuan called for the Four Treasures of the Study, spread out a piece of rice paper, and wrote and drew on it, pausing while writing.
She has changed her mind now.
Originally, the books she had read in the twenty-first century, which concentrated the wisdom of five thousand years of China, were enough for her to copy.