"Who?" Xia Yu asked in a trembling voice, not daring to lean over to pick up the lampshade on the ground, staring straight behind the curtain with a pair of clear eyes.

Xia Yu was originally respectful and respectful of ghosts and gods, especially behind the curtain, Xia Yu had only been there once, and was frightened by Su Tong, saying that there was a ghost living in the wooden sword that was enshrined.

Xia Yu was so frightened that he ran out of the house, he didn't dare to set foot in the house for a few days, he stood outside the house to do everything, even the food and clothes were delivered outside the door, Su Tong had no other way but to say that it was originally his words to lie to him for fun, but Xia Yu was still afraid.

Later, it was Su Tong who said that it was just a wooden sword picked up from the East China Sea, and there was no unjust soul at all, it was all made up by him to tease him, Xia Yu dared to go in and out of this house, but when Su Tong was there, when Su Tong was not there, it was always difficult for him to stay in this house for a second.

After a few years, the fear and shadow in Xia Yu's heart have dissipated a lot, but it has not been eradicated, especially in the middle of the night, all of a sudden, those things back then and the feeling of fear at that time rushed into his heart, and even after soaking and fermenting for time, he was suddenly more afraid of it than many years ago.

Wang Jing slowly walked out from behind the curtain and watched Xia Yu retreat, "Your son-in-law is very sleepy, so he will sleep first, and I will tell you to get some food, and then fill his stomach when he wakes up." ”

Seeing Xia Yu's reaction in his eyes, Wang Jing went straight to the point, so he explained why he appeared here in the middle of the night, and when he saw Xia Yu believing his words, his expression relaxed a lot, and said, "It's not too early, I'll go back." ”

Xia Yu bowed his head in a daze, and he really didn't know what to say to Wang Jing, "Prince Wang, go slowly." ”

Wang Jing only said not moving, staring at Xia Yu for a long time, he appeared here inexplicably, and disappeared in the Su Mansion inexplicably, as long as he mentioned it to other people in the Su Mansion, there would definitely be some doubts in Su Ming and Su Yi's ears.

"Su Ming doesn't like me to associate with Su Tong, I sneaked in, you must not tell others that you have seen me, otherwise your two sons will have a gap with each other, and my kindness will be bad, you don't want to see this, right?"

Wang Jing's voice sounded full of worry, and Xia Yu nodded immediately, "Wang Gongzi, the slave knows what to do." ”

Wang Jing nodded, Xia Yu is indeed a simple and pure person, whatever you say, he will follow the letter, and will never think about people in a bad way, "That's good, you take good care of him." ”

After that, Xia Yu had already handed over a lantern, Wang Jing looked at the things in his hand, smiled lightly, and said in a gentle whisper, "You forgot, I slipped in, how can I hold the lamp when I sneak out?"

Xia Yu also suddenly understood, the secret in this whisper made him laugh silently, full of relief and lightness.

Wang Jing couldn't forget Xia Yu's dustless smile all the way out of Su Mansion, he was indeed well protected by Su Tong, which was something Su Tong was proud of, but the wind that blew on the road and the rain and the sun that passed through clearly reminded himself that Luo Ting's words were not wrong, Xia Yu could not be so simple for the rest of his life, and it was impossible to stop here without the slightest change.

When Wang Jing returned to Jinghuaju, he saw Luo Yu sleeping in his bed, and remembered that he was still helping Yun Chu do things, deceiving the world, originally Wang Jing didn't care, it didn't matter if he deceived the world, the important thing was to deceive Su Tong, if Luo Yu disappeared in Yun Han according to the success that Yun Chu did, Princess Xiangyu was buried in the imperial mausoleum, Su Tong's only love rival died, no matter whether Yun Chu's state was good or deeply hit, according to Su Tong's heart, how could he rest assured that Yun Chu was right......

Turning around, I stood by the lake and blew the wind, listening to the nightless sheng flute in Wanhong Mansion, I didn't feel relaxed and happy at all, I just felt that the west wind blowing on my face was steep and cold, and it was not suitable to stay outside for a long time.

It's not that there is no place to live, there is a home with red walls and green tiles, and no matter how many people in the high-ranking family break their heads, they can't become guests in it, but he can go back whenever he wants, but this is not what he wants.

It was not home, it was the center of politics, the core of power, day and night, either he couldn't see his father, or he knew that his father was in the study or pavilion not far away, and he couldn't go to see him, because he was discussing state affairs with officials.

Day after day, month after month, year after year, seeing a father is really harder to hope for than the stars and the moon.

Sitting on the only bed in this room, looking at the Arhat couch in the hall against the wall, here, he and Lian Xiao have learned chess skills several times, but every time he wins, whether he has the intention or not, he didn't want to understand that Lian Xiao's chess skills are so bad? Later, he felt that Lian Xiao was deliberately letting himself, but now, he has understood a deeper meaning.

In the room, those precious medicinal materials were well placed, and the things in the room were the same as before Lian Xiao left, and there was nothing else on the Luohan couch except for the chessboard with only two chess pieces in black and white.

Lian Xiao didn't seem to have anything to take away, Wang Jing's eyes turned around the room, and finally fell back to the empty chessboard, no, the chess world was gone.

He has great medical skills, but he rarely saves people, which doesn't seem to be something he really likes, and his favorite is probably chess.

Wang Jing lay down and remembered the letter left by Lian Xiao.

It's just a move for me to get you to gain your trust......

I don't know where to start, I don't know whether it's right or wrong.

It's not my intention to kill you, if the end of the world meets, if there is a time, follow people's wishes.

The words on the paper turned into a sound word, coiled in my mind, and the taste was completely different at the moment.

Wang Jing closed his eyes, maybe Lian Xiao had thought about being friends with him for a moment, but he was just a simple friend, and there was no hatred and killing conspiracy.

Wang Jing felt a rare hint of comfort.

If the end of the world meets sometimes, people wish.

If we can still see each other, it would be good to start all over again, although Lian Xiao is not good at talking, but he really feels a little less exciting.

Outside the house, the wind was as loud as ever, but Wang Jing had a good night's sleep.

The sound of the wind blowing the leaves here is much more peaceful and peaceful than those troublesome human voices, and in an instant it is freed from the troubled and entangled worldly red dust, far away from right and wrong, no need to guess the layout, no need to calculate and fight wit, and a primitive peace and tranquility.

It wasn't until the dawn outside the house shone on the windowsill in the house that the soft and quiet light woke Wang Jing up from his good dream.