Yang Jue was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked, "Why can't I?" How could the person he wanted not be able to get it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mere word "can't" was enough to make his heart burn. Without waiting for Xue Huaijian to answer, he Huo Ran said again: "If you can't, it's okay to destroy it." ”

If he can't get it, then no one else can think of it.

As he spoke, Yang Jue's eyes were more ruthless, like a fierce beast that wanted to eat people. But there was no blood on his face, and he still looked pale and fragile, and this ruthlessness seemed to have become a bluff.

Xue Huaijian looked at him, leaned back, raised his left hand, held his chin, and rested his elbow on the handle of the chair. He looked lazy, as if he was tired and a little sleepy, and as if it didn't matter what he said in his mouth, it wasn't worth cheering him up.

He closed his eyes indifferently and said slowly, "Because I want her." ”

Yang Jue's eyes widened, he got up from the bed in surprise, threw himself in front of him and said, "Brother, am I crazy?"

Xue Huaijian didn't speak, opened his eyes, and glanced at him.

Unlike the indifference and laziness on his face, his eyes are solemn and calm.

Yang Jue immediately burst out laughing: "Are you serious?"

Xue Huaijian bowed his head slightly and said, "When did I tell you a lie." ”

Yang Jue laughed, raised his eyebrows and waved his hand: "This is not true, you have lied to me a lot of times. However, as he said something rebuttal, the smile on his face did not fade at all.

"That little wild cat, why did it get into your eyes?" Yang Jue laughed wildly for a while, gradually becoming a little short of breath, and then retreated back to the bed.

He crossed his legs and sat down in front of Xue Huaijian as if meditating, looking childish because his face was full of curiosity.

Xue Huaijian still looked lazy and didn't care, and said nonsense: "It's about the destiny of heaven." ”

When Yang Jue heard this, he didn't laugh.

The Mandate of Heaven seems to be false and empty, but sometimes it is not allowed to be believed.

He has suffered from epilepsy since he was a child, has seen countless doctors, taken countless medicines, and seen a lot of sea fairy prescriptions, but this disease cannot be broken.

Rao is a figure like a national teacher, and there is no exact way to heal him.

If he doesn't believe in the word "Mandate of Heaven", then in his life, I'm afraid it can only be like this. So he believes, he believes. As long as the legend is true, as long as they find the map, then his illness will be cured.

It is the destiny of heaven that he meets the national teacher in this life.

Yang Jue's face showed a slight solemn look, and after a while, he suddenly laughed again and said, "Since that's the case, that's great!"

- What he can't get, others don't think about it, but Xue Huaijian is not an outsider to him.

Yang Jue's face finally had a little blood.

A touch of ruddy color gives you a healthy atmosphere.

He reached out and grabbed the chair: "I'll go and tell the old man and let him give you a marriage!" But before he finished speaking, his face suddenly sank, "No, that kid from Qiming said before, that girl has a marriage contract." ”

Yang Jue withdrew his hand and narrowed his eyes: "Although there is such a thing as a marriage contract, you can destroy it if you want to, but if Jing Ningbo is unwilling, it will not be fun after all." Besides, I don't know which fool she was promised to. ”

Yang Jue chattered and spoke.

Xue Huaijian listened with displeasure on his face, and suddenly smiled: "Jing Ningbo will not be willing." ”

"Does he deserve it?" Yang Jue laughed coldly, "Reward him for his face, and only say a word to marry, if it weren't for his face in front of the old man, I would have disdained to look at him." It's useless for him to just be unwilling, just toss left and right, sooner or later, he still has to be willing. ”

Yang Jue sneered coldly for a few words before asking, "Why is he unwilling?"

Xue Huaijian bent his fingers and gently knocked on the chair handle, and said with a smile: "It's the Luoyi Murong Clan." ”

At the end of the sentence, he suddenly remembered Taiwei.

The ** and warmth in the night, a little recall, made his heart fluctuate and his whole body was hot.

"That's it, it's not a matter of urgency, and it's okay to talk about it later. Xue Huaijian stood up, turned around and walked towards the door, "Let's talk about it later." And he said, "It's late at night, so you can rest first." ”

He strode out the door.

After another half-ring, Yang Jue came back to his senses in a daze and nodded in the direction he was going.

"Luoyi Murong Clan ......"

Then it's no wonder that Qi Yuanzhang is reluctant.

Murong's family is far away in Luoyi, the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and it is the Zhongming Ding food that has been passed down for generations, even if Xiangguo has become a Zhao, even if the capital is turbulent and the people are panicked, but Luoyi ...... It's still the Luoyi of the Murong family.

Yang Jue raised his hand and touched his chin.

In this way, he underestimated Qi Yuanzhang. Wanting Qi Yuanzhang to withdraw from the Murong family's marriage is probably not as easy as he imagined.

Moreover, the old man has been much more restrained recently, so he doesn't think he will kill the Murong clan for such a thing.

Yang Jue frowned, fell back, and lay down.

It was already late at night outside the door, and there was no sound at all after Xue Huaijian left.

The National Teacher's Mansion was so quiet in the middle of the night that it was like a haunted mansion.

Even if the lights are bright, there is nothing human.

Jiao Xuan used to take a supper, and then walked to a room in the corner of the National Teacher's Mansion with his snake's head. The surrounding area of the house was so lush that people couldn't know where to go.

He walked nearby, suddenly stopped, turned his head and glanced behind him.

"The Sixth Prince is better?"

Xue Huaijian nodded slightly and walked to his side.

The trail was no more than two feet wide, and when they stood side by side, they stood so full that they could no longer pass by. The side of the road is full of flowers and plants, crowded next to each other, blooming brightly and fragrantly.

Jiao Xuan slowly lifted his crutches, crushed a blooming flower into the soil, and whispered: "No matter how you look at it, this person is no different from flowers and plants. ”

"No matter how beautiful or beautiful the flowers are, they will still die. When you die, it's all fertilizer, born out of nothing, and dead from nothing, it's no different at all. ”

He spoke in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was discussing some mystery with Yizi.

"Life is just a few decades, it's too short. ”

With the voice, the trail has come to an end.

At the end was a stone lantern, tall and thin, emitting a dim yellow glow in the night, like a firefly guiding the way.

Xue Huaijian stopped and stood still.

Jiao Xuan said: "It's not too early, you can go back quickly." With that, he ordered the door to be pushed open and stepped into the darkness.

There was a cool air coming from the open door of the cave, mixed with the rancid smell that the fragrance of flowers could not hide.

Xue Huaijian turned his back, and a crack appeared in the calm mask on his face.