Because of the silence of An Le, the atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent again, and even carried a bit of summer heat.

Song Yige couldn't stand it, and after a while, she felt hot all over her body, she raised her hand and pushed the window sash open a gap, and the wind poured in, and it didn't take long for even the heat on the food to disperse.

She saw An Le's face cool down a little bit with her silence, but what a taste in her heart, but some words came to her mouth, but she would subconsciously swallow it back, so after a few times, Song Yige lowered her head slightly, and her long hair was parted on both sides to reveal the back of her neck, which was as thin and fragile, as if no matter whose hand was put on it, with a little force, it could be broken.

Just when An Le was about to raise his hand to surrender, he heard Song Yige open his mouth, "Why do you bother to beat around the bush with me here now, just say anything outright." ”

"You don't believe me?" After hearing this, An Le subconsciously shouted, his tone was completely incredulous.

Song Yige shook his head: "That's not the case. ”

"I just want to hear how the hell you recognized me, that's all."

When Song Yige spoke, her expression was indifferent, and An Le couldn't tell what she was thinking for a while, the corners of her mouth pursed, she drooped slightly, and after a moment of silence, she spoke: "Yingluo, do you know something?" ”

"What do you think I should know?" Song Yige asked rhetorically.

An Le was speechless for a while.

But looking at Song Yige like this, it doesn't look like a person who has been deceived and knows nothing, and it is a little difficult to be happy.

"An Le, we have been friends for so many years, why are you so confused."

An Le thought for a moment and said tentatively: "That Yingluo, do you know how you died?" ”

Hearing An Le's question, Song Yige had some bottom in his heart. She laughed: "Why, don't you believe that I committed suicide?" ”

"I understand you." An Le's voice was a little ethereal, "You like King Qin so much, how could you leave him alone and go alone." ”

"And what did you find?"

An Le said, "Do you believe whatever I say?" ”

Song Yige smiled slightly and teased her: "I can't tell." ”

Although she was far away in Yunnan at the time, she did find out a lot of interesting things, such as who Yingluo had met with before she died.

But in the end, it was not because of this that she recognized Yingluo.

At the beginning, Song Yige and Yingluo were friends, and in some habits, the two were surprisingly consistent, not to mention that she and Yingluo hadn't seen each other for a long time, how could they be recognized just by just a few words of conversation.

In fact, it is very simple for her to recognize Yingluo, because the real Song Yige, that little girl, in addition to being in front of Yingluo, has never been kind to her.

Even in front of Yingluo's eyes, there was irrepressible jealousy in her eyes, not like she saw for the first time today, with a flood of eyes, light and shallow, only to see the spring breeze and spring water ripples.

Therefore, she will test her later and ask the sentence, where are Yingluo's bones?

If it is replaced by the real Song Yige, I am afraid that I will stand up all over my body at once, and I am full of vigilance, where will I be like her, first at a loss, and then I will be vigilant.

But what she was wary of was not this, but who she was.

But these words, An Le is reluctant to talk to her.

After all, the dead are greater.

An Le smiled: "Now that it has become like this, you should think that Song Yige owes you, you don't owe them anything to the Song family, but the Song family owes you a life." ”

"But it's also returned, isn't it?" Song Yige's voice came peacefully.

An Le was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again: "You really know." ”

"Comfort." Song Yige sighed and held the already warm tea into the palm of his hand, "I'm not a fool, I can't be so long, I don't know anything, it's just that the matter between me and Yige shouldn't involve the entire Song Mansion, that's it." ”

"So, this is why you are so soft-hearted towards Song Hengbo?"

"No, I'm soft-hearted towards Song Hengbo because the old lady was dying." Song Yige said, "When my father and brother were in prison, there were very few people in the huge court who were willing to defend him, but the Song family was one of them. ”

Hearing this, An Le pondered for a while, but still couldn't hold back: "Yingluo, don't you know that the matter of your father and brother is not made up out of thin air at all?" ”

"I know." Song Yige said again, "I saw the evidence they collected, the piles and piles pointed directly to my father and brother and our Lin family, and those letters exchanged were also written by my father and brother himself, which is irrefutable, maybe my father and brother really had such thoughts, but I understand them, they can have such thoughts, there must be someone behind them." ”

"Above the court, there are a few people who are truly innocent, and all this is just a matter of becoming a king and losing a villain."

"But it's ...... to be a child," Song Yige opened his mouth to say a word, then shook his head with a smile, "Forget it, it's not easy for you and me to reunite, why bother talking about these old things, it's unpleasant." ”

"Yes." An Le smiled at the corner of his mouth, moved away from the small table in front of him, came from the other end, and was affectionately next to Song Yige, resting his head on her shoulder, "It's better for us to be here today, not drunk and not returning." ”

With the phrase "no drunkenness, no return", the rest of the matter will come naturally.

The two got drunk and fell asleep on the Luohan bed.

Song Yige was next to the inside, turned over and turned his back to An Le, and An Le did not dislike it at all, he came up affectionately, and put his head and feet close to Song Yige's body.

Looking from behind the screen, the two of them looked like cross-necked mandarin ducks, lingering on the couch.

Waiting for the next day, Ling Qing was not worried about them, and when she came to them early in the morning, she saw the two sleeping together like this, and she immediately couldn't cry or laugh.

She was worried and scared alone in the yard, but these two people were good enough to play such a sisterhood for her.

"Ma'am." Liangyu stood beside Ling Qing and called, "What now?" ”

Ling Qing shook her head amusedly: "What can you do, separate them, lest you girls don't sleep well." ”

Liangyu and a few maids behind him responded, when they stepped forward and wanted to separate the two, they only listened to An Le closing his eyes and playing drunk there, but there were only two short words over and over again.

"Yingluo."

"Yingluo—" Ling Qing chewed, then stared thoughtfully at the drunk man lying on the bed.

After getting drunk with An Le, when Song Yige was lying on her back on the Luohan bed, she felt a force exerted from her body, like a shackle, and the shackles made her not even breathe smoothly.

This ended up like this, and she had a dream.

A long and vast nightmare.

In my dream, there is a vast sky, and the sky is full of stars.

Ahead of you are a cliff that is thousands of feet high, and if you take one wrong step, you will be crushed.

And she stood on a protruding stone in front of the cliff, and the stone was so sharp that the soles of her feet ached.

She didn't quite understand how she could have arrived here as soon as she opened her eyes, when the night wind was howling and blowing, so strong that it would blow her whole body away, and she was so cold that she shrunk her neck, and at the same time, her whole body kept retreating, completely away from the world in front of the cliff.

But before she could stand firm, the sound of horses' hooves came from a distance.

The earthquake made the mountains tremble.

At this time, the crescent moon hanging high in the clouds hid in the clouds at some point.

Dark clouds covered the moon, except for the sound of the wind getting louder and louder, and the sound of horses' hooves getting louder and louder.

After listening attentively, Song Yige turned his head in the direction where the sound came from, and the sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and at the same time, there was the sound of swords clashing.

She twisted her eyebrows suspiciously, and looked around, but she couldn't find a path down the mountain, maybe it was as dark as today, and the overgrown weeds covered up the way down the mountain.

All she could do now was wait.

Wait for dawn, or wait for her to wake up.

Song Yige found a place to block the wind, and just squatted down and was about to shrink there for the night, when the sound of the neighing of the horse was like a sharp arrow, cutting through the sky and hitting her ear.

She snapped her eyes open.

Somehow, on the top of the cliff that was fine just now, there was suddenly a thick smoke and black fog gradually filling up, enveloping the whole place, and her vision gradually became blurred, she couldn't even see the stones in front of her, so she didn't dare to move, so she could only shrink there, listening to the sound of soldiers, fighting, and screams one by one, and then gathered together, and suddenly entered her ears.

It didn't take long for the tip of her nose to move, and she smelled a strange smell, her squatting feet were sore, and she couldn't stand it to sit directly on the ground, she subconsciously pushed her hands back, and suddenly the sticky thing was soaked up in an instant.

She's not stupid, she's been assassinated, so she knows what the slimy thing in her hand is at the moment.

She turned her body stiffly, and she didn't know if it was to shine on her, but at this moment, the dark clouds dispersed slightly, and the moonlight shrouded her, which happened to be reflected behind her, the piece of land she was holding with both hands.

Countless colors of blood blurred in an instant.

She quickly withdrew her hand, trying to wipe her bloodstained hands clean with her clothes, but for some reason, the more she wiped, the more blood came on her hands, as if it would never end.

She didn't dare to make a sound, she could only bite her mouth desperately and continue to wipe unwillingly, even if it was not clean in the end, she didn't dare to run out rashly, she could only shrink there, completely pretending that she didn't exist.

She couldn't see what was going on the cliff, she could only hear the sounds of the fighting gradually weakening, and then when the sky was slightly green, all the sounds stopped abruptly.

The sky is shining and the clouds are coming.

Song Yige, who was accustomed to the dark, stretched out her hand to block her eyes uncomfortably, preventing those dazzling sunlight from piercing her eyes. She sat there for a few more moments before she got up and walked out.

The entire cliff was like an Shura field, with corpses piled up on top of each other, blood flowing all over the ground, and horses lying on their backs on the edge of the cliff, this was the first time she had seen such a tragic battlefield, and her legs couldn't help but tremble.

She was afraid to stay here, and Song Yige almost wanted to run away.

But there were too many corpses on the cliff, and she was a little flustered, so she tripped over a corpse after a while, and she naturally did not fall to the ground, but on the body of another corpse.

The man was covered in blood.

She endured her fear and got up from him, but because she had just fallen, the corpse was now inevitably facing her, and she got up, and she was bound to look at him.

Song Yige silently recited "offended" in his heart, and just as he was propping his hand on the ground covered with rubble, and was about to get up, his eyes inadvertently crossed the face of the corpse-

Her hands went limp, and she fell into the corpse's arms again.

But this time, she was unusual, grabbed the corpse's clothes, got up again, and braced herself up to see the person who was crushed under her.

Even if the blood stained his face, she could still recognize him at a glance-

Shen Tan.