Some people are just one of the people who are passing by in a hurry, and no matter how long your journey is, they won't stay with you for long. You didn't think about when he would leave you, just as you didn't think about when he left you, and you wouldn't have heartache.

The point of a passer-by is not what he can bring you, but what you see. As long as you see it, that's enough.

An Ran is undoubtedly one of the many passers-by around Wanjun, even if she dies, she leaves nothing behind like a passerby. No, she still has someone to worry about.

The day after Anran's death, her body was found. However, people die every day in the palace, and this palace maid can't stand anything before committing suicide. Her death did not attract too many people's attention, and not many people felt sorry for her. But Yan Shanggong of the Shanggong Bureau was very heartbroken when he learned about it. She went to Wanjun when she didn't have anything.

"My lord, why are you here?"

Wanjun's swollen eyes told everyone that he had cried, that he had been sad, and that he didn't want such a thing to happen.

"Du Wan, male concubine!"

Yan Shanggong was just about to call out his name, but when he thought that he was now a male concubine, he no longer knew his name, so he changed his words and called the male concubine.

"Male concubine, the junior official came uninvited, please forgive me!"

Yan Shanggong saluted coldly and said.

"Adults don't have to be so angry, hurry up!"

Wanjun walked over and quickly helped her up, and as soon as she entered the door, he felt that they were no longer the original master-servant relationship, and the reversal of this relationship really made him uncomfortable.

"Your Excellency, please take a seat!"

He invited Yan Shanggong to sit down, poured her a cup of tea, and sat down himself.

"My lord, I don't know how the Shang Palace Bureau is doing recently!"

Wanjun asked.

"Thanks to the male concubine, there is nothing important in the Shang Palace Bureau recently, it's just that an inconsequential palace maid has died!"

Her eyes kept looking at him as she spoke. This look is nothing at first glance, but if you keep staring at a person, you will still collapse him.

He blinked, trying to avoid Yan Shanggong's slowly eroding eyes.

"Dead, dead a palace maid?"

He suddenly seemed to realize something, Yan Shanggong didn't come here to catch up with him. But he doesn't have to be too afraid, there are people dying every day in this palace, how can she know that this dead person is An Ran?

But he was still scared and weak-hearted. As long as one person knows about the affairs in this palace, it will soon make the city full of storms, could it be that they already know about it?

Sweat began to run down his forehead until a bead the size of a bean fell onto the table. When it was low, it slapped on the table with a "pop" and made a crisp sound. He was afraid that Yan Shanggong would see it, so he quickly wiped off the drop of sweat.

"I don't know who the palace maid Yan Shanggong said?"

Wanjun still plucked up the courage to ask.

He hoped that the palace maid she was talking about was not An Ran, otherwise, he really didn't know how to face her.

"Don't you know? She is the palace maid Xie Anran who danced the Lanling King's entry song with you! ”

After she finished speaking, she looked at him with suspicion and questioning eyes. This is already obvious, what she means is that he, Du Wanjun, killed An Ran.

"You, you know everything?"

He timidly looked up at her.

"Male concubine, the lower officials want to know how she died? Although I have also died in the Shang Gong Bureau, I can't die casually. Besides, An Ran is your personal palace maid, why did she die without knowing it? ”

Yan Shanggong had already frowned, looking like he was going to question him.

"My lord, I—"

"The lower official can't stand it, and I hope the male concubine won't torture the lower official, after all, our master and servant are different!"

She bowed her head slightly, and said in a serious and cold voice.

"Great, Yan Shanggong, I am also sad about An Ran's death, but I ...... her death"

He didn't know how to tell Yan Shanggong about this, if he wanted to say that it had nothing to do with him, it was indeed he who agreed to let Yique kill her. But he also regretted it at the time, and made a final effort, but unfortunately did not save her life.

"Male concubine, as far as I know, during the time that An Ran accompanied you into the palace, she was favored by the emperor and has been accompanying the emperor all the time!"

Although Yan Shanggong's eyes were not staring at him, he had a feeling of wanting to eat people.

"And you, as a male concubine, were snubbed by the emperor. So, you hold a grudge and kill Anran! ”

Her cold words were like frost, and when he heard them, his throat froze, and he couldn't say anything.

"Princess, am I right? Xie Anran was killed by you! ”

Yan Shanggong stood up and looked at him with wide eyes

"What, what?"

Wanjun's tears flowed down his cheeks, and he tried to control his tears, but he couldn't control them.

"This morning, the eunuch found a corpse floating on the lake in the Imperial Garden, and he salvaged it. But at a glance, it is indeed your personal palace maid An Ran. The rest of the palace doesn't know what's going on, don't I know yet? ”

Yan Shanggong also learned about this morning, and when she learned about An Ran's death, she was very heartbroken. Du Wanjun is a disaster star, since he came to the Shanggong Bureau, first Mrs. Jin hanged herself, and then An Ran died tragically, and their deaths have the shadow of Wanjun.

"Yan Shanggong, since you know everything, I won't hide it from you!"

Wanjun stood up, wiped away her tears, and turned her back to her.

"I was jealous of her, but I didn't want to kill her. But I watched her laugh and laugh with the emperor all day long, and I didn't take me as a male concubine in my eyes at all. So, so I didn't stop doing it, and I pushed her into the lake and drowned! ”

She spoke without sadness or excitement. He was very calm at the moment. He has been worried and scared for the past two days, but now that he has said it, it is much better, at least his heart will not be so depressed.

However, even if he said it, there was still a long way to go, and he would still see An Ran and the girl who danced with him.

"Male concubine, the lower official has finished asking, the lower official is going back!"

Yan Shanggong had tears in his eyes, and his heart was in pain. After all, she still saw the wrong person, she thought that Wanjun was different from them, at least kind.

It's really ridiculous to think about it now, since you've lost your eyes, who can blame you?

"My lord, where are you going?"

Wanjun turned to look at Yan Shanggong and asked.

"Xiaguan is going back, since I have asked clearly and know, what are you doing here?"

She said indifferently.

"My lord, are you very sad, do you think you have misjudged me?"

He asked, sobbing.

"What is the male concubine talking about, Xia Guan is an ordinary woman, why not see what is right or wrong? Besides, what does the male concubine want, this is your freedom, and I have no right to interfere with ......"

After Yan Shanggong finished speaking, he staggered out.

"My lord, I've let you down after all......"

Wanjun watched Yan Shanggong's back gradually disappear into the red wall and green tiles, and his tears flowed down again.

Suddenly, there was the sound of clapping hands outside.

He wiped away his tears and took a deep breath, waiting for the clapping man to arrive.

"Male concubine, you are really good at acting, if you don't say it, our family still thinks you are a very affectionate person?"

When he heard the voice, he didn't even look at him, and went back and sat down.

"The male concubine doesn't seem to welcome the arrival of our family?"

Yique walked in and stood in front of Wanjun and looked at him.

"What are you talking about! You've helped so much, and I'm grateful you're too late......"

Wanjun raised her head and looked at Yique, then poured a cup of tea, "Sit down!" ”

"Wanjun, now we are grasshoppers on a rope, you have to think about it, don't make trouble with me for a dead person!"

Yique picked up the teacup, held up the base of the teacup, turned it around in his hand, and put it under his nose to smell it.

"By the way, didn't I say that there were conditions before, but now I have thought of the conditions!"

He took a sip of the tea from the teacup, looked at the empty teacup and said.

"On what terms?"

Wanjun looked up at him in fear.

"Hahahaha, you don't have to worry, I won't bring anything excessive!"

"Then tell me, what are the conditions?"

He asked, looking at Yique.

"I wonder if the male concubine can remember Xiyan?"

He twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at Wanjun and asked.

"Xiyan? Isn't he with you all the time? ”

Wanjun looked at him in surprise.

"It's with me, I just want you to do me a favor right now!"

Yique said.

"What's the busy?"

Wanjun gave him another cup of tea, "It's not going to let me kill him, right?" ”

"No, how did you become addicted to murder? I want you to take him to you, but to keep him grounded in you! ”

Yique swallowed his saliva, looked into his eyes and continued: "I was afraid that something would happen to him alone, so I asked you to help me with this." But don't mention me to him, that's all I can do! ”

After he finished speaking, he bowed his head in a state of wistfulness. Everything is a bad fate, if you don't have the love you had at the beginning, how can it cause the current result?

Although the two of them have loved, who hasn't loved yet? If they love and want to be together for a lifetime, then it's so unfair to them!

"Wonderful, it's really touching! I can't imagine that Grandpa Magpie still can't forget him? ”

Wanjun seemed to laugh at him, but also seemed to pity him.

"Wanjun, you must not let him know about this matter, I want him to forget me, although it is cruel to do so, but what can I do? I'm sorry that the one who is sorry for him is me, I don't want him to suffer anymore! ”

Yique looked at him expectantly with tears in his eyes.

"Yique, are you begging me?"

Wanjun got up from the stool, walked at the door and looked at the blue sky and said.

"Say whatever you want, don't forget, he's your friend!"

With that, he walked outside.

"Friends?"

Wanjun leaned against the door, her eyes fixed on the brick crack in the doorway. Friend? Does he still have friends? Does he still have friends?

He and Xiyan used to be so good, and they are not strangers now. It is impossible for him Du Wanjun to have friends in his life, and Xiyan is just one of his passers-by.

His hand clung to the doorframe, and suddenly he frowned, and crouched in the doorway, lost like a flock.

He didn't know what the hell was wrong with him? Avenge? It's just a slogan, and if there's really a grudge, it's something he can't let go. But what can't he let go? Is it really hatred? What about changing hands for him to use the guise of revenge to blind his heart and eyes?