Song Xingchen's voice was low and heavy, as if he was washed away from the dew, and it was ethereal in people's ears.

Luo Ying choked in her throat: "Well, I will, Your Highness, King Yan, take care of you too."

Song Yihuan was so sad that she couldn't speak.

Wei Yuanji looked at Luo Ying, and his eyes trembled slightly. Who was she?

Could it be that the master behind her is not Song Yihuan, but Song Xingchen, or the three of them are all the way?

But why did she show concern in her eyes when she looked at Song Xingchen?

Is the person she likes actually Song Xingchen?

Thinking of this, a fire broke out in my heart for no reason, and I became upset and frustrated, urging: "Brother Seven, go quickly!"

"It's time to leave."

Song Xingchen's face was snow-white, which was more than three points better than Wei Yuanji's whiteness. However, his eyes were less full of past spirit and more desolate. His thick feather eyelashes trembled in the wind, and he was as fragile as a butterfly with broken wings, and he was about to die in a blink of an eye.

As he said that, he raised his foot and left. As he left, a smell of sweetness rushed straight into his throat from bottom to top. He suppressed the itchyness of his throat and straightened his body, like a white light, becoming thinner and thinner, slowly disappearing into the light and shadow.

Song Yihuan's eyes turned red and rubbed his eyes and said, "Sister Luo Ying, please follow me, I'll take you to see that slave!"

This is a clean garden. My sister likes the cherry trees here the most, and he also likes them. It carries too many beautiful and precious memories, and he doesn't like to let dirty people step into this place.

"Okay, thank you Brother Song."

Luo Ying's sadness in her heart was no less than Song Yihuan, but she could not express it as casually as he did.

Follow Song Yihuan all the way to a small hall for entertaining guests on the West Road. After a while, Yan Yu was brought up. She was tortured, her fingers were swollen, with blood stains, and her hands were like steamed buns stained with blood.

"Yan Yu, today, seeing that Sister Luo Ying came to the house to plead for you in person, I will spare you and let you go back with her."

Since you want to be favored, it is better to do it. Although Yan Yu is an inconspicuous little pawn, the little pawn cannot be a little pawn at some critical moments. At least she should be grateful to Luo Ying for her life-saving grace.

"Five...Five Girls..." Yan Yu could hardly believe it. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes with his sleeve. After looking at it, it was Luo Ying, who was kneeling on the ground. "I thanked Miss Five for saving my life. My great kindness and virtue. I will never forget it..."

At this moment, she was indeed sincere. She could not have thought that when she was facing a desperate situation and thought she was about to die, the person who came to save her was not her loyal master Luo Chan, but Luo Ying.

Or, the eldest girl invited the fifth girl to come.

Otherwise, she had never had much affection with the fifth girl, and she had no reason to come and save her.

Soon, she made this conclusion.

But no matter what it is, it is true that she is grateful to Luo Ying.

Luo Ying really couldn't like the big girl around Luo Chan, but since Xiao Shi wanted her to be a good person, she would be useless if she didn't do it, she said lightly: "Yan Yu, if you want to thank him, you should thank Your Highness. If he refuses to let him go, I can't do anything."

"Thank you for not killing your Highness." Yan Yu kowtowed repeatedly.

Song Yihuan frowned in disgust: "I don't have to thank you, you can get up."

"Yes." Yan Yu slowly climbed up from the ground. Because he had a stick on his hand, he was unable to support him. In addition, he was excited to survive in his heart. He was about to get up and fell down.

Luo Ying walked over, bent over and helped her up, and said in a gentle voice: "You will be happy when you go back this time."

"Is it... the eldest girl who asked you to save me?"

She looked at her with red eyes and looked at her earnestly. If not, when she went back, would the eldest girl blame her for hiding Young Master Su’s private property?

Luo Ying was stunned for a moment and did not answer her words positively: "It was my father who asked me to come. I heard from Your Highness that you are loyal and never express a word in the face of torture. I felt that you were a backbone girl. Fang boldly begged Your Highness to take you back. I guess..." After a pause, she said lightly, "My elder sister is also hoping that you can go back."

“…”

That being said, it was not the eldest girl who asked the fifth girl to come and save her.

Yan Yu's heart skipped a beat, and there was obvious disappointment on his face. He said with a pale face: "Miss Five is right. I have served the eldest girl since I was a child. She must hope..." She said it without any confidence, her voice was weak and fluttering, "I can go back."

"Well, I see that you are hurt very much, hurry up and follow me back home."

Luo Ying could almost guess Luo Chan's face after Yan Yu returned to Luo Mansion.

With Luo Chan's sinister and selfish nature, she must have complained that Yan Yu had privately kept Su Zhixian's private property. In addition, Luo Xiping was rushed to the scene by the old lady last night because she heard about Luo Chan and Shen Yao having sex and becoming a traitor, and it was rumored in the streets and alleys.

Very good. She just used some money and secretly asked Shang'er to find a storyteller. The rumors spread so quickly.

I remember that she was ruined by rumors, but now it is finally Luo Chan's turn.

Luo Chan's reputation was damaged and she was in a state of upset. Not beating Yan Yu to death was considered to be merciless.

Of course, after Xiao Shi caught and released him, Luo Chan did not dare to really beat Yan Yu to death, because she did not know Song Yihuan's intention to let Yan Yu go. If Yan Yu was beaten to death, it would be suspected of killing people to silence him, and the other hand, it would refute Song Yihuan's face to release others.

“…Yes, I obey the order.”

Yan Yu was uneasy. Although she escaped, what situation would she face after she returned?

Everyone thinks that the girl is a gentle and virtuous talented woman in Changling, but she doesn't know that the girl will kill people without any blood when she becomes cruel.

As the saying goes, "There are needles on the mouth of a green bamboo snake and the tail of a wasp. Both are not poisonous and the most toxic."

Even a female general from a famous family like Ji Changqing was easily killed by a girl, not to mention that she was a helpless servant with a low status.

No, no no no!

The girl hated Ji Changqing because Ji Changqing was Shen Yao's wife. The girl fell in love with Shen Yao for the first time when she saw him. She served the girl loyally for so many years. This time, she would rather die than call a word. The girl would not be so cruel to her.

She told herself this and finally calmed down.

"Brother Song, I don't thank you for your kindness and say goodbye."

Luo Ying saw the panic and nervousness flashing in Yanyu's eyes, and her heart was cold. It seemed that Yanyu knew her master very well. Before she could go back, she was already scared like this. She withdrew her expression, blessed her body, and said goodbye to Song Yihuan.

She understood everything Song Xingchen said to Song Yihuan today.

Xiao Shi, if you really disobey the Empress Dowager and the Emperor for your sake, I will write down this kindness.

But Xingchen is right,

I'm anxious and can't eat hot tofu.

Before you have no ability to make this day happen, you must not be reckless.

Otherwise, not only will I not be able to help me, but I will also have to take care of myself.

I will never want you to do this. I will avenge my revenge myself.

Song Yihuan didn't understand the profound meaning of her gratitude and refused to thank her. She thought it was because he let Yan Yu go and no longer interfered in the Luo family's hiding fugitives. He smiled faintly: "Miss Luo Ying, be polite."

...

Grand Master's Mansion

Qingluan Pavilion.

This was once the bedroom of Chen Yao and Ji Changqing. All the arrangements in the warm pavilion had not been moved, but no one lived in it for a long time, and the smell of dust was everywhere.

On the east wall is a sword hanging with pale white cherry blossom tassels, and a red sandalwood rack is placed under the sword. There are several autumn chrysanthemums inserted in the beauty arc on the rack. As time goes by, the chrysanthemums have long withered, and the petals have become black. They fall scattered on the dusty rack, and you can still smell the faint fragrance of flowers.

At the head of the wooden frame, there is a piano table with exquisite patterns, a black lacquered mother-of-pearl chair, and a guzheng. The guzheng has long been broken into several pieces, and most of the strings have been broken, quietly showing what it has encountered in a curly posture.

Chen Yao stood there blankly, looking at the sword on the wall, then frowned and lowered his eyes to the messy ground, feeling more and more upset.

Here, the tenderness they once had remained everywhere, and their final break was also demonstrated everywhere.

At some point, my eyes rolled in my eyes.

Chen Yao took a sniff, took a deep breath, turned around and walked slowly towards the warm couch under the Qiangshield window. When he passed by the dressing table, he stopped and was stunned again. He seemed to see Ji Changqing sitting in front of the dressing table. He leaned over to draw her thrush, and then changed the pen to draw flowers on her forehead.

Slowly, he bent down, picked up a dusty pearl box from the dressing table, brushed away the dust, opened it and saw that half of the box of rouge cream had dried up to aurora powder, but the faint rouge fragrance remained unabridged.

He placed the rouge box at his nose and took a greedy breath, as if he could smell the fragrance that belonged to her through the remaining rouge fragrance.

When he smelled it at the end, he seemed to be in a state of emotion. He was shocked to put down the rouge box and quickly walked to the warm bed.

There is a square small rosewood table on the couch, and there is still a chess game on the table.

The shiny chess piece has long been covered in gray, gray and dead.

He looked at the chess game with his hands behind his back for a while, and sat down with a devil, held a black chess in his hand and played with it carefully. The dust on the chess was wiped away, restoring its original luster.

"A Yao, what do you think is that?"

“…Haha, Ayao, I won…”

He just looked at the side, and she acted like a rogue and ate a few words of him, turning defeat into victory.

"My sister Qing, come back and play this game with me?"

If possible, I'm willing to let you win over me for the rest of my life.

My heart suddenly felt a pain, my hands slipped, and the chess piece fell, smashing it on the chess case and destroying the chess game.

No.

Qingmei, come back.

He stubbornly wanted to restore the game, thinking that as long as everything here remains unchanged, she would be there all the time. Just as the last son returned to his original place, his heart suddenly became irritated, angry, and sad.

Crazy-

He waved his hand vigorously, and the chess case and the chess pieces were overturned to the ground. The black and white chess pieces were rolling around on the ground, and finally returned to a dead quietness.

Qingmei, why, why are you a member of the Ji family!
To be continued...