He seems to be trying his best to hide the unhappiness in his heart, is it anger, or jealousy? was silent, Ye Xiaozhu couldn't ignore his god, and asked,

"What does the prince want to ask?"

"I asked, but you won't say." He didn't want to ask a second time, and be rejected a second time, it would be embarrassing! As if he wanted to know, well, he just wanted to know! But she didn't want to be discovered, though, she seemed to have found out.

I thought he was just asking casually yesterday, not really too interested, who would have thought that he was still thinking about this stubble today, as if she was a thief, looking at his aggrieved and stubborn god, Ye Xiaozhu had no choice but to clarify

"This paper crane has been folded since yesterday."

Yesterday? Was there anything special about yesterday? Could it be because, the night before yesterday, she handed herself over to him, and it was because she started origami cranes yesterday in remembrance? If it started very early, it might be for Chen Hongqiao, but if it started yesterday, then ...... Thinking of this, Zhang Yunlei suddenly smiled brightly,

"Folded for me?"

Is it for him? She couldn't tell, maybe it was just to commemorate the beginning of a turn, "for myself, a new beginning." ”

For herself, too! He also hoped that she could get out of the haze of the past, and clearly heard her explanation, Zhang Yunlei smiled to himself, very happy, as if the sun was extraordinarily bright, and couldn't help muttering, "It's not just for him." ”

He was really thinking nonsense, Ye Xiaozhu handed him the key, "The prince thinks too much." If you don't believe it, you can take it apart and take a look. ”

Closing her hand, Zhang Yunlei helped her hold it, covered it with a slippery one,

"As long as you are willing to explain, I will believe anything you say."

Talking is talking, what kind of trouble is he rubbing her hand back and forth like this?

Withdrawing his hand, Ye Xiaozhu glanced at him with disgust, "Can you be honest?" ”

"Can't!" With a smile, Zhang Yunlei discussed with her, "I heard that Yanxiao is about to celebrate her birthday, what kind of congratulatory gift do you want to give her?" We are husband and wife, so don't you just get a gift! ”

"How can you!" He was really lazy to get home, "You are her, you have loved her since childhood, what I sent is my heart, and you should also show it." ”

"But I don't know what to send, give me a suggestion!"

"Zida Duxi likes jewelry and the like," but it can't be generalized, "but she's the lord of the county, and it seems that she doesn't lack these, so she has to go to the library to have a look." ”

Zhang Yunlei smiled half-truthfully, "Why don't you send a husband?" ”

How? "Summer solstice is not necessarily happy when it is given marriage, Yan Xiao is not willing to give marriage!"

"Hey, what do you think of Ji Xiaohou?" In fact, this is his real purpose, after all, in this different world, Ji Muwei and him are brothers, he thinks that Ji Muwei is also a good destination, but he doesn't know whether it is suitable for Liang Yanxiao, so he came to ask Ye Xiaozhu's opinion.

Ye Xiaozhu didn't know what he meant, and was a little dazed by his question, "You are my husband, how can I evaluate other men in front of you?" ”

"Honest evaluation," took a bite of a piece of Ruyi cake, Zhang Yunlei said while chewing, "He seems to be a little bit concerned about Yanxiao!" ”

"Really? On a whim? ”

"I think so too, he is chicky and righteous, handsome and many, he doesn't have to say anything about being a brother, but being a husband! But it's not necessarily, always a laughing look, and it doesn't look like a special person. ”

Is it accurate for a man to look at a man's eyes? Ye Xiaozhu didn't have much contact with Ji Muwei, so it was a bad evaluation, maybe it was because Yan Xiao's smart and clear eyes sucked him, maybe it was because she was a good match for Ji Muwei, the real reason is always unknown to outsiders.

The most important thing is that she didn't see that Yan Xiao's gaze stayed on Ji Muwei too much, but it was another person, who attracted her attention. However, although his share is honorable, it is not noble, and it is not as good as Ji Xiaohou.

Thinking of something, Ye Xiaozhu reminded, "Didn't the mother concubine want to give Ding Zitengwu a wife?" The prince can test it first to see if he has a sweetheart, his son is not as good as others, if he doesn't ask clearly, if he refuses in public, he is afraid that the mother will be embarrassed. ”

Although she very much hopes that Yanxiao can choose her own marriage, this is almost an extravagant hope, but now King Cheng can agree, but I am afraid that Princess Tai will not allow it, her county lord, marry a concubine.

However, now Ding Ziteng has no time to take care of his children's selfishness, he just wants to determine who is behind the scenes.

The red hall, the veil is light, like a ghost seeking life, dancing enchantingly.

Ding Ziteng held his sword and leaned in front of the table where the tea was served, and he didn't sit, but just stood.

Those who stand always have a better chance of winning than those who sit.

Especially when it comes to the Jianghu organization, it should not be taken lightly.

A quarter of an hour later, someone invited him in, and the subordinates here were all dressed in red clothes, which was auspicious, but it made people feel depressed. It's like a bad omen.

And the pavilion master in the secret room is wearing a black robe, with a black agate on his forehead, the stone of longevity, is he also afraid of death?

The reason why he was willing to see him was only because the Spirit Returning Sword in Ding Ziteng's hand had a relationship with him.

"Where is the owner of the sword?"

Looking ahead, Ding Ziteng's eyes were fearless, and he replied truthfully, "I am its current owner." ”

Obviously, what he asked was, "The last term." ”

Drifting for a moment, Ding Ziteng returned to indifference, "In the loess, in hell." It's not that he's rebelling, it's repeating what the man said before he died.

"Huh! The wind returns to dust, you often say that I will be damned, but I didn't expect that you went into the earth before me! ”

After laughing, Ding Ziteng was a little confused, was it fast or regretful to hear the news of Feng Guichen's death, perhaps, both?

Not wanting to ask for superfluous nonsense, Ding Ziteng stood silently in the hall, waiting for him to calm down.

Staring at the Returning Spirit Sword, he measured his suspicion of the young man's hand in front of him, "How did you get this sword?" It can't be defeated? ”

Ding Ziteng still has this self-knowledge, "With my cultivation, it is impossible to defeat the master." ”

Master? This young man, but his apprentice? "I have always disliked the wind that has never been concerned about the fetters and returned to the dust, but I will also accept apprentices?" Is it the wind returning to the dust and practicing martial arts to become crazy, or is there something else hidden? "Why are you? Weigh him more? ”

His question also trapped Ding Ziteng for many years, and it was not until later that the master gave him a reason, "Master said that I look like an old friend of his." Whether it's true or not, he can't be sure.

"You ......" he said this, measuring him again, and indeed felt a sense of déjà vu between his eyebrows!

Resemble! Indeed it is! Don't...... He is......

Looking at his god, it seems to be clear who the old man that Master Feng Guichen said is,

"The pavilion master has something to say."

Once the grievances are scattered, why bother with them? "Since he won't tell you, I don't want to say more."

In fact, Ding Ziteng does not have the obsession to study deeply, no matter why the master accepts him as an apprentice, since he becomes a master and apprentice, it is fate, it is true that the master is good to him, and he doesn't care about the rest.

What's more, he came today for another purpose.

immediately asked straight to the point, who was the master behind the assassination.

I thought that this young man had returned to the dust, and it was extraordinary, but I didn't expect that he would also love to talk nonsense! "Since you can find my Blood Pavilion, you should understand the rules of the Pavilion, so why bother asking."

Won't say? Then do it! "I'm out of the son, buy the life of the Lord!"

"You probably don't know that another rule of the Blood Pavilion is that the Lord has a no-kill token. As long as he is the master of the Blood Pavilion, he will not be killed, and if he wants to take his life, he can only find him elsewhere. ”

This is the reason why the Blood Pavilion is more expensive to buy a life, not only to buy others, but also to himself, and to prevent someone from saying something like Ding Ziteng.

There are rules, and there are always exceptions, "Except for the son, doesn't the pavilion master accept anything else?" ”

The stinky boy is really persevering, and he just needs steps to measure his life, so he measured him and chuckled, "People also accept it." ”

"Oh? How do you calculate it? ”

It's very simple, "Take this seat to your master's grave." ”

What if the enemy wants to dig up the grave and cut the bones? Ding Ziteng was wary of this person, "Master doesn't want anyone to disturb him. ”

Measuring his life is willing to exchange conditions, "As long as you are willing, this seat will tell you who the assassin of King Cheng is." ”

King Rancheng's order was important, but he didn't seem to be gambling with Master's peace, so he refused again, "Master has passed away, and all grievances are settled, so you need to rest in peace." ”

"Put your heart in your belly, this seat is not going to blow up the grave, but I just have something to say to him." This is the last time I will discuss with you, and if you dare to refuse, this seat will not move!

Listening to the tone of the measure, he and the master seem to be old acquaintances, and it doesn't hurt to take a look.

Before going, Liang Ming first went to a tree, took out a jar of wine, the straw rope around his neck was already rotten, took out the wine jar, and took out the wine and beckoned him to take Lu.

Shi Qinggong, still walked for half a day, and finally arrived in a valley, Ding Ziteng pointed to the grave by the stream, there was a tablet without words, but he followed his free and easy son.

Open the wine jar, the aroma is smoky but spicy, the wine is poured in front of the grave, the wine can not be entered, can only enter the soil, it is a pity!

I took a sip of it, and my cold and hard eyes were wrapped in memories and softened,

"When I was fifteen years old, we agreed to bury this jar of wine, and said that whoever got married first would tear up this wine to celebrate, but I never thought that once this wine was buried, it would be twenty years...... And none of us are married, and we are destined to be alone for the rest of our lives! ”

Ding Ziteng, who disdained to listen to the secrets of others, walked away and waited under the nearby tree, waiting for him to finish talking about the old and exchange answers.

A quarter of an hour later, Ding Ziteng looked back, his life had already risen from the grave, his eyes were slightly red, and his god had recovered his coldness and hardness, but it was deliberate and unnatural, and he thought that his heart must not have calmed down in time.

"In this time, the temple will be revealed." has no evidence, and says personal names at will, but this kid won't believe it. Since he had promised to tell him, he would show him the roster.

When he waited until the son, Ding Ziteng came to the Blood Pavilion again, and there was no one in the pavilion to stop him, he successfully entered the palace, and he was waiting in front of the case.