Kyoto, Jingguo, in a small courtyard outside the suburbs.

Leaning leaning against the head of the bed, looking at the two pairs of angry and resentful eyes in front of him, Lu Jingyan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Lu Ziyu, who has been used to calmness and self-control over the years, almost couldn't help but arrange someone to go to the slaughter house. The nephew is the only bloodline left by his sister in the world. He promised his sister that as long as he was not like his nephew, he would definitely live.

He used to be obsessed with his nephew to that position, but this time when his nephew was assassinated and wandered on the edge of life and death, he suddenly figured out that some things could not be successful by his persistence. The parties involved were so calm and completely as if they were the Prince of Xiaoyao. No matter how hard his helper made his efforts, even if he held the throne in front of him, he might not be happy to sit there.

"For that woman, can you really bear to give up everything?" Looking at the attitude of Lu Ziyu, who was lying on the boat, was so cold that he could not be better. His voice was cold and depressing, with a chill.

This assassination was indeed a strategy that he was eager to catch the latter, and he was responsible for his fault. So when he heard his uncle's repressed anger, Lu Jingyan was rarely in the fault and did not dare to look at him.

But suddenly he heard this question, he suddenly used the courage to meet his uncle Lu Ziyu's eyes, and nodded with unprecedented firm expression, as if he was afraid that the depth of his expression would not be enough to let his uncle feel his feelings for Chaole, and he would sit up as he supported his body.

Seeing his nephew's actions, Lu Ziyu's eyelids twitched wildly, but he quickly walked to the edge of the bed and pressed down his body that was about to sit upright, "Let's lean on it and stop moving anymore, and the wound collapses and dies."

Although his voice was cold and his words were very poisonous, he felt the depression of heartache and love in his uncle's eyes when he saw him. When his mother was alive, he was very close to this uncle. His uncle was more than ten years younger than his mother. His grandmother died early. In his uncle's heart, his mother should be his second mother.

When his mother died and entrusted her orphans, he knew that his uncle had almost become his other father in recent years. He put him first in everything. This time, he would have scared him. He was angry that he would not take his life seriously. However, with his concern, he didn't want to drag some things like that. Achao needed him there.

"Uncle, I love her. Before I met her, I never thought about getting married to a girl, but after I met her, I found that I understood what my heart was and the feeling of concern. Her joys, anger, sorrow, and happiness can touch my mood at any time..."

I had never talked to my nephew well. Now when I heard him talk about this, Lu Ziyu was surprised. It turned out that this woman had already settled in my nephew's heart so deeply. Just listening to his story, he could feel how important that woman's position in my nephew's heart was.

Add this matter.

Thinking of this, a faint coolness flashed through my eyes.

"You should recover from your injuries. We will talk about this matter when your injuries are intact. Now I refuse to communicate with you." He glanced at his nephew in front of him coldly, and could not say much. Then he simply turned around and left. No matter what, he couldn't blame Chaole. After all, his nephew is now lying on the bed and is seriously injured, and he almost couldn't survive.
Chapter completed!