Luo Ying mentioned the last emperor's will. Wei Yuanji's shoulder trembled slightly, and looked at Luo Ying with a complicated look: "How do you know?"

“…”

Luo Ying's face also changed slightly. When Song Yihuan told her, she did not fully believe that it was the last emperor's will stolen by Wei Yuanji. Now it was a foregone conclusion that he asked this question.

She breathed tightly and replied slowly, "It was His Highness Ling Wang who told me that he came to me today because he wanted me to persuade you to hand over the last emperor's will."

Wei Yuan snorted coldly: "Why should I hand over what I finally got to him!" He paused, slowed down his tone, and asked word by word, "Aying, is the serious matter you are talking about to persuade me to hand over the last emperor's will?"

"..." Luo Ying was silent. When she looked at him, a trace of indescribable emotions flashed in her eyes. After thinking for a while, she shook her head and said, "No, what is your business. I just want to tell you about this and let you restrain everything in the future."

"I can only restrain myself with your control, A Ying..." His voice paused again, and as he stared at her, a hope appeared in his eyes, "Will you be willing to keep controlling me from now on?"

"..." Luo Ying's heart trembled, and her fingertips that held the corner of the quilt trembled a little, but her voice was calm, "Wei Yuanji, no one can control you except yourself."

He chuckled, and the hope in his eyes turned into disappointment: "Since you don't have this intention, why bother with me for a long time? And tell me this. If Song Yihuan really has evidence to prove that the last emperor's will is here with me, why bother to take such a big turn and let you persuade me?"

Luo Ying said worriedly: "Maybe he does not have any evidence, but you are in Changling City..." She bit her lip and said bluntly, "I have committed countless crimes, whether it is damn or not, you have killed them, not only the King of Ling, but also the Queen Mother or the Emperor. They don't want to touch your Wei family now, so they choose to turn a blind eye. If they want to touch your Wei family, they will become their evidence of your crime."

"...Haha." Wei Yuan laughed so hard that he disagreed and slowly leaned over and approached Luo Ying.

Luo Ying was a little uncomfortable with her and wanted to retreat, but he grabbed her weak shoulders, staring at her eyes tightly, with the tip of her nose against the tip of her nose, and even his lips almost touched her lips.

"Aying, Aying, are you really stupid or fake?" His warm but bitter breath sprayed on her face, with a sense of firmness in his eyes, "If they really want to touch my Wei family, do they still need a reason? If they want to inflict a crime, there is no reason. I think you know better than anyone else."

“…”

Luo Ying was stunned. He was right. Even if he had never killed a single person, the person holding imperial power could frame him countless reasons. But what did his last sentence mean?

Why do you say she knows better than anyone else?

Her heartbeat began to become chaotic.

"For them, what is sin and what is merit? In the end, it is just the word "interest".

As he said that, he slowly retreated so that he could see her face clearly and her eyes clearly. He was too close to him and could not see anything clearly.

He sneered and suddenly asked her: "Aying, is Ji Nancheng guilty? Is the Ji family army guilty? Ji... Chang... Qing..." When the name was said, it seemed to have a thousand pounds of force, "Is she guilty?"

“…”

Luo Ying's heart was suddenly shocked, and her face, which was slightly red, suddenly turned white, and her breathing stopped.

He never mentioned anyone about the Ji family like this in front of her. His past had no intersection with the Ji family, and the Duke Zhenguo and his father were just a gentleman who was as faint as water, and there was no excessive intersection.

At this moment, she vaguely understood in her heart that perhaps her suspicion in the Empress Dowager that night was not groundless. He had been there and heard the conversation between her and Song Xingchen.

Her heart couldn't help but tremble. She didn't answer him, just because she was afraid that he would see through her completely.

"A Ying, tell me, who are you?"

Before he saw her and Song Xingchen know each other that night, he would never believe that there would be a saying of gods and ghosts in this world.

In his perception, death is like a lamp extinguishing. As she said just now, if she dies, there will be nothing and will never come back.

Until now, he thought he was dreaming that night, or had an ear problem, and he heard it wrong.

He could believe that she was Song Xingchen's person, or that she could believe that there was only one Song Xingchen in her heart, but he could not believe that when Song Xingchen called him Qing, he actually called Ji Changqing's name.

"I am..." After a sudden breath, my brain seemed to be missing something. After a moment of chaos, she took a breath, calmed herself down, and looked at him with blurred eyes, "Luo Ying, I am Luo Ying, Wei Yuanji, what's wrong with you?"

At that moment, she almost admitted in person that she was Ji Changqing, but when she thought of Shen Yao, she chose to deny it.

She admitted that Wei Yuanji was very kind to her and saved her life, but Shen Yao, he grew up with her since childhood, and he also saved her life.

At that time, she naively thought that she knew Shen Yao very well and believed in his feelings for him, but what about the end?

In the end, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

She didn't know how she was reborn, but since she was reborn, she couldn't make mistakes for revenge.

He is not an ordinary person, he is a member of the Wei family, loyal to protecting the imperial power. Wei Yuanji looks unrestrained and arrogant on the surface, but in fact he cares about the Wei family very much deeper in his heart. Otherwise, he would not have said that to her at the beginning.

"Luo Ying, I don't care what you and Song Yihuan want to do, but there is one thing I want to remind you that if one day you dare to endanger my Duke's Mansion, I will definitely make you two die ugly."

She still remembers this sentence deeply.

Once she admits, he should be able to guess what she wants to do. At that time, for the benefit of the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion, wouldn't he be suspicious of her dealing with her?

Even if she really had no intention of targeting Duke Zhenguo Mansion, he might not be able to trust her.

She can no longer be as blinded by emotions and erode her mind like before.

Hearing her answer, Wei Yuanji held her shoulder harder. He didn't want to ask her, but he couldn't figure it out and kept entangling him. He asked this here, just like a stern arrow, and he couldn't turn around: "Why did Song Xingchen call you Qing'er that night?"

Although he could not fully hear the conversation between them, he could hear the clear voice clearly, and he could see clearly that they recognized each other, cherished each other, and hugged each other.

And he is just a ridiculous third party.

“…”

That night, when she and Xingchen recognized each other, he really went to Ci'an Palace.

Although she had just suspected it, she was still shocked when he confirmed it in person, and the blood in her body immediately freezes.

"Why don't you dare to answer? Are you her?"

“…”

"Ji——Chang——Qing.”

She opened her eyes wide, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes. Seeing the doubt in his eyes, she calmed down for a moment. She asked him back, "If I said no, would you believe it?"

"I believe it as long as you say it."

Her heart trembled again, and she shook her head and said, "No, I'm not her. She is dead and it's impossible for her to come back."

"Then why did Song Xingchen call you Qing'er?"

"Did you forget what you promised me and don't ask?"

He paused for a moment, and although he was still full of doubts, she said she was not, but she was not. As for why Song Xingchen called her Qing'er, maybe she had no choice but to do so.

Forget it, he sighed heavily, gently let go of her shoulders, then sat by the bed and looked at her silently, nodded and said, "Okay, I believe you, if you don't say it, I won't ask you again."

My heart hurt for no reason, sore and sore. When I spoke again, Luo Ying's voice was choked with a little sobbing: "Wei Yuanji, thank you for not asking each other."

"A Ying, you don't need to thank you."

There was always a tall city wall between him and her. He wanted to cross this city wall and protect her in his arms, but this was a wall of heart. She closed her heart so tightly that no matter how hard he tried, he could not cross this wall of heart.

After saying that, he looked at her again, and didn't know what to say or ask for. The two of them looked at each other quietly, and the air suddenly condensed.

When they saw each other in the end, no surprise, he was defeated: "A Ying, you must be hungry after sleeping for a day."

As he said that, he got up, went out for a while, and when he came in, he had already added a long vermilion plate in his hand. There was a bowl of fragrant rice, a plate of roasted braised pork with shiny oil and fragrant fragrance, a plate of fried wolfberry sprouts, and a bowl of shredded chicken bamboo shoot soup.

Grandma Qin followed him, holding neatly folded clothes in her hand. It was the clothes that Luo Ying had changed before. Luo Ying thanked her gratefully, and she bowed with a smile, then left.

"A Ying, get up and have a meal after putting on your clothes."

There was a smile on his face and his voice was gentle.

Luo Ying looked at him and did not get up.

"Why, I want me to feed you?"

The smile on his face became a little deeper.

Luo Ying curled the corner of her mouth and pointed out outside the house: "How can I wear clothes here? Please go out."

"You girl..."

He shook his head helplessly and had to walk out again.

Soon, Luo Ying put on her clothes and was empty for a day. She was indeed hungry. The meal she ate was full of wind and clouds, especially the bowl of braised pork, which was moist and red in color, rich in flavor, fat but not greasy, thin but not tiring. It was really delicious, just to her taste.

After Wei Yuanji came in again, he just sat there quietly watching her eat.

Seeing her eating so deliciously, it was also a pleasure. When she saw that she had finished a bowl of braised pork quickly, he asked with a smile: "Is it enough?"

Luo Ying swallowed the last piece of braised pork in her mouth, and the corners of her mouth were still covered with oil. She nodded with no intention and said, "Enough, enough."

"You girl likes to eat braised pork so much. When I carried you on my back, I kept shouting in my mouth to eat braised pork. By the way, how about braised pork made by Grandma Qin?"

"The braised pork made by Grandma Qin is so delicious, just like..." She suddenly remembered her mother again, and quickly turned her mouth, with a layer of grief in her eyes, "It's the deliciousness of the world."

He said "Oh" lightly, thinking silently in his heart that he must learn to make this braised pork.

After dinner, the room suddenly fell silent again. Both of them had doubts and wanted to ask, but they couldn't ask.

Wei Yuanji poured a cup of tea and handed it to Luo Ying, and suddenly asked, "Aying, do you want to know where I put the lock key?"

Hearing that he took the initiative to lift the lock key, a light flashed in Luo Ying's eyes, and she nodded without thinking: "I want to."

"Then have you thought about it? Give me what I want, and I will give you what I want."

The light in Luo Ying's eyes suddenly went out, and the topic was back to the night when they were having a dispute. She didn't want to argue with him anymore. She gave him a slightly blank look and said with a hint of helplessness: "You forced me again."

"Okay, I won't force you. Have you sent someone to search on the mountain near Yue Lao Temple?"

“…”

Luo Ying's face turned red slightly and she nodded by default.
To be continued...