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"Shichiro"

Gusu Moran called softly and stepped forward to stand side by side with Helan Jingrui.

Gu Su Moran originally wanted to hold Helan Jingrui's arm, but somehow, Helan Jingrui didn't care to avoid it.

Gu Su Moran's hand froze in mid-air, and after a moment she put her hand on Helan Jingrui's face.

Before Helan Jingrui could make a gesture of refusal, Gu Su Moran's hand slid down and tidied up his clothes for him.

"Is Shichiro angry with Dye'er? Dye Er shouldn't mention Chen Yan, right?"

Gu Su Moran's voice was originally soft, but it sounded like crying at the moment.

"It's the dye's fault, it's the dye'er who uncovered the scab in Shichiro's heart again, and I know that Shichiro is still thinking about it in his heart"

Gu Su Moran's voice was originally soft, but it sounded like crying at the moment.

These words are both aggrieved and reasonable, which makes people unbearable to blame.

Helan Jingrui frowned slightly, but he felt a sigh of depression in his chest, not because of Gu Su Moran's words.

Instead, he remembered that night.

The long night was not peaceful.

The black shadow swept over King Jing's mansion and landed on the courtyard of the Flowing Water Pavilion.

"Shaojie." A low call came from a lush banyan tree, and the dark shadow understood, and tapped its toes up the tree.

When the wind rises, the hundred-year-old banyan tree shows its posture with the wind.

Xu is too large, but in this night, it looks like the spirit that has become a Taoist, with teeth and claws.

On the thickest branches, there was a young man sleeping on his arm.

The night was dark. He almost melts into the banyan tree, but he can't hide his dusty temperament.

He opened his eyes faintly, his lips raised. Picturesque.

"You will find a good place for me, but fortunately, you just let me go to Dali Temple to explore a way, if you ask me to rob the prison, I won't be able to come back." Qi Shaojie complained.

"I believe in Shaojie." Helan Jingrui said lightly, but there was a hint of intentional or unintentional teasing at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, it's really a virtue with Song Nizi, and it's embarrassing." Qi Shaojie said with a disdainful face.

"Xiao Yan is here, but I don't dare to see her." Helan Jingrui frowned.

"Aren't you drugged? Naturally, I can't go to see her, even if it's fake. ”

Qi Shaojie didn't dare to look at the young man's face, so he had to pull a leaf casually. Study it carefully.

Helan Jingrui glanced at Qi Shaojie, turned over and got off the tree, and walked leisurely in the courtyard.

The moonlight gilded his figure with a white halo, which made people feel a little trance.

Suddenly, he stopped. Tilted his head slightly and said, "You say." What will happen to you as a death row inmate in a royal prison?"

Qi Shaojie was so frightened by this rebellious remark that he almost slipped down, he changed his previous indecency, and said:

"Those who violate the holy will, on the contrary, shall be punished regardless of their guilt."

When the boy heard this, he laughed and slapped his hands away.

This wave is not settled. The wave is about to rise.

Song Chenyan took a black power suit that she often wore in Xueyuan, crowned with black hair. is also a delicate little brother. He had already left the courtyard gate, and he turned back and hid the dagger on the table in his boots.

When she returned to the courtyard yesterday, Song Chenyan was about to walk in, but was unexpectedly stopped again.

Song Chenyan raised her eyebrows, and the guards were as steady as Mount Tai, impartial.

Song Chenyan planned to break through hard, so she used some punches and kicks, but the guards didn't stop them more.

Song Chenyan ran to the east wing, but there was no one. The West Wing is unmanned. The north wing is unmanned.

"Master, Miss Song is looking for her in Yue Yanxuan." A subordinate hurriedly reported to Helan Jingrui.

After Helan Jing Ruijing listened to the next person's advice, he put down the scroll in his hand and flashed his eyes helplessly.

Song Chenyan had already searched all the side rooms, but she still didn't see the shadow of Helan Jingrui, and she was so tired that she sat on the stone chair in the courtyard and panted.

"Little follower! Did you hide it on purpose? I'm not in the mood to play with you, my people are going to be beheaded tomorrow!" Song Chenyan's last sentence was already crying.

Helan Jingrui heard Song Chenyan's words across a courtyard, and the thick crying voice also made him feel distressed.

When he was about to cross the courtyard to look for her, he was unexpectedly stopped.

"Uncle Fan, what do you mean by this?" Helan Jingrui looked at the elder with long eyebrows in front of him and said.

"Little prince, there is something important to discuss." The elders are unyielding.

"What's the matter? It can be postponed for an hour. Helan Jingrui's face was already impatient.

When Helan Jingrui was about to pass sideways, a kind voice suddenly appeared behind him, "Jing'er." ”

"Mother?" Helan Jingrui took a deep breath and couldn't believe his ears.

"There are many people, and the Lord has please." Fan Wuyong invited Helan Jingrui into the courtyard.

Helan Jingrui looked at the courtyard next door, but turned around and entered the courtyard.

He wondered why his mother, who had been dead for ten years, was able to resurrect herself.

Entering the courtyard, under the grape trellis, there was a woman dressed in vegetarian clothes sitting on a wheeled cart.

Helan Jingrui calmed his breath and called softly, "Mother." ”

The woman turned around when she heard this, and although she did not apply powder, she was not wearing a fancy dress.

But even the crystal clear grapes on the grape trellis are not as good as the beauty of the water, can only be described as skin like cream, of course, if you ignore the beauty of the eyes to cover the white veil is more perfect.

Hearing this, Chu Ling'er smiled at her son, who had grown into a young man.

It seems that nothing in this world can match her bright smile, and she is worthy of being the person who was favored by the emperor and the harem.

"Mother, you, the child misses you so much."

Helan Jingrui stood in place and didn't dare to move, afraid that this was just a dream of his own.

"Jing'er, my mother often misses and cares about you." Concubine Ling choked up.

"Why did the mother leave Jing'er when she was seven years old?"

"Still in that tragic and decisive way."

Concubine Ling looked guilty, but she kept shaking her head in pain and didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Helan Jingrui took two steps forward, but was categorically reprimanded by Concubine Ling:

"Stop! If you go to see that Song girl today and join her to rob the prison, the mother will die in front of you. Concubine Ling held a hairpin to her neck, which was as white as jade.

"Don't come nonsense, mother, Jing'er has failed to be filial to her mother over the years, and Jing'er is not filial."

Helan Jingrui said, moving her steps, Concubine Ling resolutely approached her throat, and a blood mark ran down her neck.

"Mother doesn't have to be like this, Jing'er won't do stupid things." Helan Jingrui said in a hoarse voice.

"How can the mother be reluctant to make my son sad, but if you go, all these years of hard work will be in vain." Concubine Ling clutched her chest and gasped.

"Mother! Don't get excited, Jing'er depends on you, according to you. Helan Jingrui said anxiously.

After hearing this, Concubine Ling let go of the hairpin, and then slowly calmed down with the wheeled car.

But there was a commotion next door, and a group of elite soldiers rushed in, only to hear:

"Take down the traitors of the Song Mansion for me, regardless of life and death!"

Helan Jingrui's face changed, and he was about to run.

Concubine Ling screamed, "Jing'er!"

Helan Jingrui looked back, Concubine Ling had already picked up the hairpin again, and his feet seemed to have roots, and he couldn't move half a step.

"Don't worry, the child is just going to see her for the last time." Helan Jingrui's eyes were dim, and the whole portrait lost its brilliance.

"Jing'er!"

"No, the imperial brother will wonder if I really want to hand over Xiao Yan." He said word by word, as if every sentence had exhausted his strength. (To be continued.) )