When Qian Jiao heard this, her steps paused, her eyes flashed slightly, and her heart seemed to be pierced by something.

She didn't chase them anymore, stood there stunned for a moment, sighed, and turned around and went to the courtyard of Yan Jingtang.

Stepping through the arch outside the main room, Qian Jiao was about to walk inside, when she heard Wang Hui's sharp voice in the hall.

"Lao Yan, I know that you feel sorry for your daughter in your heart, and I also know that she has suffered a lot over the years, you and Dad feel guilty about her and are unwilling to send her away, but now, things are so big, if you don't agree to send her away, our Yan family will be ruined by her.

Those forces that don't deal with our family, aren't they creating that girl's public opinion just to persecute us?

I really don't know what you and Dad think, what's wrong with sending that girl away from the capital? Isn't she in the capital affected by those rumors?

Even if you don't care about the Yan family, don't you think about Xiao Xuan and Xiao Mei? They're your kids too......"

"Shut up, Wang Hui, Xue'er is my daughter, I will never leave her again in my life, and I won't die, if you want her to go, I'll go with her......"

Yan Jingtang's roar made Qian Jiao, who was in a trance, suddenly come back to her senses.

She glanced in the direction of the hall in a trance, tightened the pastry box in her hand, lowered her eyes, and withdrew.

When he returned to the hot spring park, Yun Ze was already waiting there.

As soon as he saw Qian Jiao coming back, he greeted him with a smile.

When I saw the boxes of pastries she was holding in her arms, I immediately smiled and reached out to pick them up.

"Let's just say that you sent someone, why did you send it for so long, it turned out to be to buy pastries."

As he spoke, he opened the box directly, picked a piece, and prepared to stuff it into his mouth.

"The pastries in this house are said to be the recipe of the royal kitchen, I have eaten them a few times, and they taste good, but the price is a little more expensive."

Of course, as the seventh master of the Yun family, he is not short of money, so he probably has nothing to say.

Qian Jiao didn't care, and sat directly on the other side, her eyes fluttering into the fluttering snow outside.

Yun Ze ate two pieces of pastry, only to find that Qian Jiao's mood was a little wrong, paused for the movements in his hand, recalled what happened when she went out today, and probably guessed what happened.

He lowered his eyes and was silent for a while, before he asked in a somewhat dull voice, "Did you hear something outside today?" ”

Qian Jiao didn't speak, her expression was still a little dazed.

Yun Ze's brows furrowed, "Don't take those to heart. ”

It's just that when he said this, he suddenly felt that such a consolation was a little too weak and pale.

Then he was silent for a while, and asked as if he had made some decision: "Why don't you go back to Yunming Mountain with me?" No one there will know everything about you. ”

Even if someone knew, they wouldn't make a fuss like the people in the capital, and the people in Province Y had no understanding and tolerance for Gu and poison that people in any place could compare.

It's just that Yun Ze's words, Qian Jiao didn't seem to hear them.

She still stared at the snowflakes outside the door for a moment, as if they were endless.

It's like since she met Yun Ze, she has had one inexplicable thing after another.

Just when Yun Ze thought that Qian Jiao would not answer, he heard her soft and faint voice, which suddenly sounded leisurely.

"Yun Ze, do you think that if you use rumors to persecute me like this, you can really go to Y Province with you willingly as you wish."

Qian Jiao's words slashed through Yun Ze's heart like a sharp blade, making his whole person tremble uncontrollably, and his deep black eyes shrank violently, as if he had been seen through the darkest inside of his heart.

But then he immediately regained his composure, and was about to make a defense, when he heard Qian Jiao's voice, and it came over without any emotion.

"Maybe you didn't make up all those rumors, but you can't deny that you planned and fueled them, right?"

The purpose is so obvious, Qian Jiao should have guessed it even if she was a fool.

Faced with Qian Jiao, who seemed to be able to see him through at a glance, Yun Ze was finally indisputable.

At night, Qian Jiao's mind kept recalling everything she encountered all the way back from the train station.

Those rumors in the pastry shop, the backs of Nan Fan and Nan Hongshan side by side seen at the door of Meng's house, the conversation between Yan Yuxuan and Yan Yumei, and the quarrel between Yan Jingtang and Wang Hui.

Frame by frame, scene by scene, it is like the most hurtful knife, inserted in her softest heart.

Reaching out to wipe the tears that unconsciously slipped from the corners of her eyes, Qian Jiao suddenly asked the little ghost in the space, "If I don't accept the blood of the Meng family, how long can I last?" ”

When the little ghost heard Qian Jiao's words, there were complicated emotions surging in the deep rag eyehole, but he still said truthfully: "A month and a half at most." ”

Qian Jiao closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the darkness in her eyes had disappeared and was replaced by a burst of clarity.

"Let's go find the Three Immortals of Mochizuki."

Since I don't want to stay anymore, and I don't want to have anything to do with the Meng family anymore, let's use the last years to do something for the little ghost.

After so many years of companionship, it seems that from beginning to end, it has never abandoned itself.

The little ghost felt Qian Jiao's inner thoughts, and seemed to want to say something to her, but in the end, he still didn't say anything.

Qian Jiao entered the space and wrote a letter, and when she came out, she left the letter on the table in the room.

got dressed and quietly left Yan's house.

In the silent and unmanned night, it was still snowing, and they were all blowing, like the dull hearts of others.

Qian Jiao stood outside the door of Meng's house for a while, until someone passed by her, looked back at her in surprise several times, and then knocked on the door of Meng's house with her hands, and Qian Jiao finally turned around and left.

The door of the Meng family opened, and when the man entered, he couldn't help but look back at the place where Qian Jiao was standing, but saw that there was no one there at all, he shook his head, didn't think much about it, and stepped into the Meng family.

At dawn, Qian Jiao didn't get up for a long time, and when Yun Ze came to the door, he knocked on the door for a long time and there was no response.

He panicked in his heart, and when he thought of Qian Jiao's words yesterday, he immediately had a bad premonition in his heart, and directly pushed the door open.

Qian Jiao's farewell without saying goodbye, as if she had grown wings, quickly spread throughout the circle of the capital's magnates.

After seeing Qian Jiao's letter, the Yan family used all their forces, but Qian Jiao seemed to have suddenly disappeared from this world, and there was not even a trace.

Nan Fan received the task of the troops on the night of Qian Jiao's departure and left the capital overnight.

The news that Qian Jiao ran away from home, he was secretly contacted by Wang Fatzi three days later.

After hearing everything Wang Fatzi said on the phone, Nan Fan suddenly remembered what the comrade-in-arms who informed him to return to the army that night told him.