Jiang Xiaocha sat in the courtyard, opened a bottle of red wine by herself, and the housekeeper gave her a few plates of dried fruits, which were placed on the stone table in the courtyard, Jiang Xiaocha gently shook the wine in the cup, and looked up at the moon.

Troubles, one after the other.

It's hard to be carefree.

Magnificent scenes, book shadows...... It's all annoying.

Sheng Jing walked over slowly, he was more like the owner of the He family's mansion than her, he had lived here for the past few days, and he didn't have the consciousness of being a guest at all, Jiang Xiaocha mocked, "Your Majesty, the small temple can't fit the big Buddha, your fans have made enough trouble, and it's almost gone, when will you go back to the palace?"

"When are you going back with me?"

"Why should I go back with you, this is my home. Jiang Xiaocha took a sip of wine, the entrance was mellow, but with a hint of bitterness, "I'm not going anywhere." ”

"Palace...... It's also your home. Sheng Jing said bitterly, "After you left, I built this palace, everything is imitated as you like, flower demons, I will also raise it for you." ”

He is also good, and the flower demon is also waiting for Jiang Xiaocha.

The whole palace is empty, waiting for a master.

Jiang Xiaocha's expression was slightly dignified, "Actually, there is one thing, I want to ask you, but I dare not ask, Sheng Jing...... When I killed myself, how did you save me, and who sacrificed your soul to save me?"

Her parents, her clansmen, have already left, who will willingly sacrifice their souls to save her, the next memories, she seems to be deliberately resistant, and she doesn't want to think about it again.

Sheng Jing was silent, he poured himself a glass of wine, wine he had only learned to taste in recent years, in preference for white wine, pure, spicy, in many cold winters, it was his good medicine for warmth.

"The flower demon sacrifice can only save a wisp of my soul, except for the flower demon sacrifice?" Jiang Xiaocha asked curiously.

Sheng Jing closed his eyes, remembering the wind and snow that year, he held Dugu Qingluan's body, knelt in front of the mountain god's door, the mountain god said that the princess had made up her mind, entanglement was useless, Hongchen everything went with the wind, and could not be forced.

It was he who was forced, and between him and Qingluan, there was always someone who was demanding.

It's not her, it's him.

The end is a lose-lose situation.

It was he who was stationed at the mountain god gate for thousands of years, in exchange for a thousand years of life for Xiaocha.

In blocking the spread of purple gold flower toxins, the mountain god exhausted his aura and could not garrison the mountain gods, and exchanged Xiaocha's thousand-year lifespan for his thousand-year garrison, and now, the mountain god no longer needs him, and the contract is no longer counted, and Xiaocha's lifespan has come to an end.

He sold his freedom for a thousand years to have this thousand years of ...... Reluctantly.

"You don't want to say anything, Sheng Jing, if you hide it in your heart, when are you going to be willing to tell me and the plate. ”

Sheng Jing didn't say it because he couldn't say it.

"Why do you suddenly have to ask?"

Jiang Xiaocha said, "It's nothing, it's just that Fu Rujing's words reminded me that my thousand-year lifespan must have been exchanged by someone, otherwise how could I, a person who should have been scattered, live for a thousand years." ”

"You don't have to take his words to heart. ”

"What he said is the truth, why are you afraid that I know?" Jiang Xiaocha asked, "Have you ever thought about it...... I'm going to die, and you're ...... Shengjing, you have a long life, you shouldn't continue to entangle with me. ”

Sheng Jing asked rhetorically, "Oh, then what should I do?"