Qianling discovers that there is a forbidden area in the Library Pavilion.

This is something that I stumbled upon after staying for a long time, not some special separate area, but a row of ordinary bookshelves in the corners.

Yun Cangyan never approached there, nor did he allow her to get close there. One time she slipped around to find a book to read, and he immediately turned cold and angry. In the library pavilion, he has always been gentle and easy to speak, but suddenly lost his temper, and Qianling was sure that there was something greasy in it.

When Yun Cangyan went out, she searched the entire bookshelf, and sure enough, in the corner of the dusty bookshelf, she found an old book that did not belong to Ellen Is, covered with dust and unbelievably dirty, and it looked like it had not been touched for hundreds of years.

As soon as he turned two pages, a loud slap fell on his face, Qianling snorted and fell out and fell heavily to the ground, holding his numb cheeks and raising his head, and shrunk to look at the cold Yun Cangyan in front of him.

His deep dark pupils were bottomless, and there was a deep and vicious murderous aura at the bottom of his eyes, and the knuckles of his fingers pinching the book were blue.

"I ...... I was wrong. ”

Cold sweat slid down her neck to her collar, Qianling recognized her mistake wisely, hung her head and fell to the ground not daring to look at him, her heart was drumming.

Yun Cangyan looked at her coldly for a long time, put the book in his sleeve and turned to leave, and at the end he dropped a cold admonition:

"Let me find out about your sneaky ghost idea again......"

"It's not as simple as a slap in the face. ”

Qianling looked at his cold back, and touched his numb cheeks, and the corners of her lips tasted a little fishy sweetness.

After that, after several careful trials, the whereabouts of the book were never revealed. Qianling guessed that this might be the book recorded in Lan Xue's diary and the last book she gave to Yun Cangyan.

- If you find this book, you may be able to unravel the mystery of 300 years ago!

The laurel crystals have been made and handed over to the imprisoned Longguan Beasts through special means. Every night under the starry sky, the two of them talk in their heads, and they are both admirers of the first beauty of the demon clan, and the two rivals in love easily reach an agreement.

Qianling became more and more well-behaved and obedient, obedient to Yun Cangyan, and even flattered in every way, serving tea and pouring water, pinching shoulders and beating legs, diligent like a little pug, except for refining Yuci, he had a headache and dizziness. Gradually, the matter of Yu Ci's refinement was put aside, Yun Cangyan took a sip of tea with his slender fingers, raised his eyes and said meaningfully, "The coming day is long", and he no longer forced her to practice.

After coming to Elenis as a prisoner of war and staying with Yun Cangyan for almost a year, Qianling's wrists were shackled with obvious notches. This year, there was no imaginary being locked up in the laboratory for dismemberment and research, there was no torture, coercion and temptation, except for the loss of freedom and bitter thoughts, life was even considered luxurious and comfortable.

Maybe it's like what Gaze said......

This man is not as bad as he thinks.

The thunder point that exploded when he stepped on it - the three brothers and sisters of the demon clan, Lan Yue, Lan Xue, and Lan Feng. In addition, most of the time, Yun Cangyan is more like an introverted teenager who has sunk into the world of books. Erudite and gentle, occasionally naïve and stubborn when arguing, energetic when discussing topics of interest, occasionally in a daze when alone, like to use his fingers to pull the starlight and turn the dome astrolabe......

Before she arrived, he had never spoken so easily to anyone in three hundred years, hiding under a black cloak and white bandages. Although he has gained demonic power and stands at the pinnacle of power and power in the world, he is lonely.

And she is the same as him, "of the same kind".

Probably this is the reason why Yun Cangyan often "opens up" to her.

Qianling looked at the handsome and handsome young man under the starlight of the firmament, his eyes were full of starlight and crystal clear, and he was occasionally in a trance, could he be wrong?

But the death of Yue three hundred years ago is vivid, and every time she thinks of it, it is like a sharp knife repeatedly stabbed into her chest, stirring her heart to pieces. The scarlet-eyed Yun Cangyan who carried the sword again and again and frantically announced that he would kill everyone in the coalition army, the Yun Cangyan who laughed wildly and said that he killed Lan Xue with his own hands, and the Yun Cangyan who almost madly created a half-blood......

reminds her to be hard-hearted and not to be deceived by appearances.

In early summer, when the rain is long, the whole world is covered with a moist mist.

Qianling remembered that the last time Eren Yis's festival was to worship her grandfather with the child-like moon. It was a few years ago.

"Come with me somewhere. ”

In the Library Pavilion of the Star Luo Temple, when Yun Cangyan closed the book and stood up, his cold gaze swept over the girl's absent-minded face, and then landed on her wrist that was scarred by the shackles, and she was silent, and finally walked straight out. Qianling was stunned for a moment, put down the book and hurriedly followed.

The drizzle was drizzling, and the small courtyard with no one was covered with water, and the roses that almost covered the walls were washed clean and bright by the rain, and bloomed densely and delicately.

Qianling looked at the familiar courtyard in front of her, stunned, and slowly looked at the silent young man in front of her through the edge of the umbrella.

Here it is...... Rose Garden in Tianshui District.

After the dismissal of the Twelve Holy Angels, civilian areas such as Tianshui District lacked the management of the Holy Angels, and the funds distributed by the upper echelons were devoured layer by layer, and the orphanages had no financial support, and a large number of them were abandoned, and the Rose Garden became one of them.

Yun Cangyan......

What are you doing in the Rose Garden? Could it be that you are worshipping someone? But there is no one living here......

Qianling frowned, held an umbrella and quietly followed him, passing through the grassy flower beds and the abandoned huts where the old people who used to live alone......

Walk towards the grove behind the Rose Garden and walk through the grove......

Come to a hillside with a great view.

On the hillside stood a simple and lonely grave, and in front of the earthen bag stood a long vertical stone, and the crooked words engraved "Grandpa".

Yun Cangyan slowly stopped in front of the grave, looking condescendingly, the dark eyes were the color of deep silence, reflecting the cold and sad light rain in the sky.

Grandfather......?

Yun Cangyan said that the people who came to worship were ......!

Qianling looked at the lonely tomb, his face changed completely, his fingers clenched the handle of the umbrella, and he was about to say something, but he muttered in a low voice first.

"I haven't seen you in a year. ”

The rain line reflected his dark eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly squatted down and plucked the weeds in front of the grave one by one.

"Teacher ......"

"Don't come unharmed?"

As if thunder and lightning struck the top of his head, a cold air surged up from Qianling's vest, his palms were also cold, and his cheeks were terrifyingly pale.

…… Teacher?

Yun Cangyan called grandpa...... Teacher?!

"How do you know this place?" she said with a pale face.

When she was a child, she buried her grandfather here with her own hands, because she didn't know her grandfather's name, only the word "grandpa" was engraved, except for her and a few people in the rose garden at that time, no one else should know who the people in the grave were.

How could Yun Cangyan ......

The black umbrella rested in the grass, and Yun Cangyan's deep blue long hair was stained with wet water droplets, scattered on the thin back, and the back that did not look back only increased gloomily.

"Of course I do. Over the years...... No one in this world remembers him except me. ”

His eyelashes drooped, and his slender fingers slowly lifted up, caressing the long stone in front of the grave, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a bleak and sarcastic smile:

"The chief elder of the Elder Pavilion, who was once supreme and supreme, ended up in such a situation......

"Teacher, it's all your fault. ”