Taiwei blinked his eyes and held his hands, and looked up at the sky a little inexplicably.

On this day, it was as red as fire, and the roots of people's hair were about to burn, so that there was no coolness to be found. It is said that the autumn tiger is the autumn tiger, but it is really hot.

She thought about it and was about to go back to the carriage and wait, but before she could speak, Qi Yuanzhang had already turned around and walked away.

He was dressed in lake-colored clothes, clear and refreshing, far less than the red and willow green and colorful flowers in the past, and he was with Jiao Xuan at the moment, talking and laughing, and those who didn't know thought that Jiao Xuan was his father.

Taiwei clutched two walnuts, only to feel that the palm of his hand was hard and panicked, and he wanted to lose it but it was not easy to lose, so he could only take it away. At this moment, she turned her head and suddenly saw a tree.

The foliage is luxuriant, verdant and dripping, and it is cool to look at.

After a moment's thought, she walked over.

There happened to be a big stone under the tree, black and black, as if it had been burned by fire.

Taiwei touched it hard, raised his hand and looked again, the palm of his hand was clean and white, but it was cleaner than he thought. She sat down.

The shade of the trees above his head is impartial and densely blocking the scorching sun.

The heat all over my body suddenly disappeared, and I was cool from head to toe.

Tai Wei couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

The craftsmen who came and went from outside on the twelfth floor were far away from her, and their ears seemed to be quiet.

The stone underneath him was flat and neat, with only a pit on the side.

Taiwei took the opportunity to fill in the walnut in his hand.

The dark walnut shell is lined with black stones, and it is also whiter.

She dusted off her hand, leaned against the trunk of the tree, and opened the folding fan to cover her face. On the face of the fair-skinned girl behind the fan, the expression was extremely solemn. She sat there bored, looking idle.

However, no one knows that behind this leisure, there are many worries.

Jiao Xuan's pagoda was not built until the day she died. Her father has now been punished by Emperor Jianyang to supervise the construction of the tower, which seems to be an easy errand, but in fact, this job is not easy at all.

If his father had escaped by luck and had not died at the hands of the Restoration Army, then he might not be able to do anything else in his life, and he could only guard Jiao Xuan's tower day after day.

The noise in his ears gradually faded away, and he tore off the fan on his face and stood up.

Although her kung fu is a lot worse than in the past, she is still sharp and alert.

The fan "snapped" and fell heavily to the ground.

Sunlight shines through the gaps in the branches and leaves, as if coating the fan surface of the landscape with a layer of gold dust.

Tai frowned slightly and stared at the person in front of him, and took two deep breaths.

She had just seen him follow Jiao Xuan and her father into the room, why did he come out again.

She bent down, holding on to the trunk of the tree with one hand, and picked up the fan on the ground with the other.

Long black hair poured down from his shoulders, and he was suddenly lifted by a hand.

Taiwei raised his head and glanced at him: "The court is wide, and you don't know how to cover it up." ”

Xue Huai's white and slender fingers loosely grasped a handful of her hair: "Who dares to look at it." ”

Taiwei held up the fan and knocked on his wrist: "Loosen it down, it's all about you messing up." As she spoke, she glanced casually around her. Sure enough, it was exactly what Xue Huaijian said.

Who dares to look at them?

No one dared at all.

She sat back on her own.

The stone looks quite large from a distance, but no matter how smooth it is, it is still angular. If you really want to sit on the top, you can only sit on the next one.

Therefore, when Taiwei sat down, he could only stand, as if he had come to shade her.

Taiwei couldn't help but laugh.

A small sharp tiger tooth appeared on his lips, delicate and cute, like a child.

She grabbed the two walnuts on the side and stretched out her hand to him: "Idle left and right, open the walnuts." ”

Xue Huaijian also smiled when he saw this, honestly opened the walnut for her, and handed the flesh back to her piece by piece, but he still said: "Who said I was idle." ”

Taiwei shook the fan while eating walnut meat without a pair, and nodded when she heard the words: "Yes, yes, you are so busy that your feet don't touch the ground, you really shouldn't be wronged to do such a trivial matter." ”

Xue Huaijian smiled and patted the crumbs of the husk on his hand, and suddenly said: "Your third sister looks inconspicuous, but she is more daring than you, and she dares to kill Chen Qiming." ”

Although he and Chen Jingting are not close friends, they have known each other for many years.

On the day of Chen Jingting's wedding, when he went to Qi's house to greet his relatives, he was also together.

But at this moment, when he said Chen Jingting's tone, he didn't sigh at all, and he didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with Sanniang killing Chen Jingting.

Naturally, he didn't have pity for Sanniang in his words.

The way he talks about it is as if he's talking about an anecdote that happens to be someone he's seen, and that's it.

Taiwei couldn't help but look up at him and asked, "Chen Jingting is dead, presumably the sixth prince must feel a pity, right?"

Xue Huaijian was still smiling on his face, but the smile was behind the light, and he looked a little cold.

The sixth prince Yang Jue is missing a playmate, so he naturally feels that it is a pity.

He even thought about killing the Qi family for the Marquis of Yongding to sacrifice Chen Jingting's grave.

If it weren't for Emperor Jianyang, he would have already issued an order, I am afraid that Yang Jue would have already raised his knife and killed him.

Xue Huaijian slowly withdrew the smile from his face, and said in a light tone: "What's a pity, since a person is dead, can he be a pity for a lifetime." There are so many things in the world that are delicious, drunk and fun, how many days can he pity Chen Jingting?"

Chen Jingting is for Yang Jue, the sixth prince.

But a stupid man.

A playmate.

It's just a dog—

He felt pity for Chen Jingting's death, but he was just unhappy because it was not him who killed the murderer.

Xue Huaijian took a step forward, walked to the tree, leaned forward with his hands on his chest, and then closed his eyes: "When you came here, I heard you talk about the 'twelfth floor' with Jing Ningbo?"

Taiwei was still pondering what he had just said.

Listening to what he meant, Yang Jue should not come to Jingningbo Mansion because of Chen Jingting's matter.

It's finally reassuring.

That guy is a real madman.

Taiwei took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands.

"I'm afraid this tower won't be built for a while, right?"

Xue Huaijian opened his eyes when he heard this: "Oh?"

Taiwei looked at the blue sky in the distance, and said: "Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor...... But how tall is Jiutian? Where is Bai Yujing? Who has ever seen it? How high should this tower be built to be high enough?"

Xue Huaijian raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "It was because of your talent that you said to Jing Ningbo, you don't believe that there are immortals in the world?"

Taiwei frowned: "What, do you believe it too?"

A hint of discoloration flashed in Xue Huaijian's eyes: "Although I don't believe it, I always hope it's true." ”

I was stunned slightly.

He whispered, "I lost something and wanted to get it back." ”