Qing Soul let the blood flow from the corner of his mouth, and asked him firmly: "The young master really thinks it's her, what if she's not that person?" ”

Lian Yusheng looked back at the sleeping Yue Jianxi, and said almost inaudibly: "It's not her, who else can there be." ”

He returned to the bed and pulled the quilt for Yue Jianxi, covering her exposed shoulders firmly, looking at her delicate face and burning eyes.

The green soul clutched his chest and stood up, disappearing in an instant.

Lian Yusheng went out and told Jingchen to prepare for tomorrow's return.

Shen Nuoyan regretted her impulsiveness a few days ago, the surname Xu seemed to be quite busy these days, and she didn't have time to pay attention to her.

But...... She would do gunpowder, and he must have suspected it.

Would a person with big ambitions like him come to force himself to do something?

But at that time, Yue Jianxi and them were too dangerous, and she had to choose to do so.

"Alas, if only the surname Xu could lose his memory." Shen Nuoyan sat by the window and sighed, she was worried for the past two days, thinking that if Xu Gongzi asked her, how would she answer him?

Say that if your brain suddenly opens up, you will do it?

Or did you dream of a white-bearded grandfather who taught himself?

This can only deceive a three-year-old child!

Before she could come up with an explanation, Yue Jianxi came to her to say goodbye.

"Leaving so soon?" Shen Nuoyan was very reluctant to pull Yue Jianxi, and said that it would be a month, but she left in seven days.

and left her alone, and did not know who to tell her what was in her heart.

For no reason, she remembered a poem by Liu Yong, and sighed: "After all the years, it should be a good day and beautiful scenery, so even if there are thousands of styles, who to talk to." ”

Yue Jianxi also sighed, and nestled on the couch near the window lattice like her: "Yes, no matter how good the scenery is, no one will tell ......"

She came to this ancient time, such a fun adventure! But you can't tell anyone.

It's really uncomfortable to hold it in my heart.

met such a good man, and was so beautiful, and powerful, and loved her so much, she could go sideways in Nanzhaoguo.

What a bragging rights!!

However, she can't talk to her modern friends, and she can't confide in anyone.

said that people were only afraid that they would directly beat her into a demon.

If only there was a network that could go straight to the modern day and broadcast to them what it was like in ancient times.

Ahem, just think about it.

But......

Why did she think the poem was familiar?

Yue Jianxi looked at Shen Nuoyan strangely, this girl was different from the ancient girls she had seen, she was brave and resourceful, daring to love and hate...... In ancient times, she was a little too open-minded.

"You made the poem you just read?"

It can't be such a coincidence, I just read a song by Liu Yong, right? Is it really such a coincidence?

Shen Nuoyan smiled hesitantly: "No, someone else's, I borrowed it." ”

Yue Jian smiled coldly: "Who did it, it's very well written...... Introduce to me. ”

Shen Nuoyan haha: "This person is not in Donglin Country, so I didn't introduce him." ”

"What's that name, I'll see if he has any other verses."

"It's gone, he's gone and he's shown it to me, and no one else knows about him...... You're leaving, I've got to send you something. ”

Shen Nuoyan hurriedly changed the topic, she ran out as she spoke, and then ran in again, holding a small tray in her hand, looking for something on the tray to cover it with a piece of white light yarn, and you could vaguely see the yellow color inside.