Secret?

Jiang seemed to be in a heartbeat.

Yu Jin's voice was softened: "But what about this matter, you have heard it, forget it, except for a very few people, no one else knows about it." ”

Jiang seemed to raise his eyes to look at him, and he noticed a bit of solemnity in it.

"If it's not suitable, then don't say it." Miss Jiang said incorrectly.

Don't say anything you shouldn't say, and you have to be responsible for her when you turn around. She just wants to hear secrets and doesn't want to be responsible.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard Jiang seem to say this, Yu Jin hurriedly said: "It's most appropriate to tell you." ”

For the Seventh Prince of Yu, naturally no secret is important to solve the misunderstanding that the sweetheart has about him.

Glancing at the door, Yu Jin said in a low voice: "The holy daughter of the Wumiao tribe in southern Xinjiang is actually long gone. ”

Jiang seemed to have been waiting for Yu Jin to tell some secret, and when he heard him say this, his eyes suddenly changed.

It is indeed a secret that the Holy Maiden Ahsan is no longer alive at this time, even if the number of people in the Wumiao tribe who know about it is more than a slap in the face.

She is one, Yu Qi is one, Elder Wu Miao is one, and Ah San's personal maid is one.

She was exiled to southern Xinjiang, and the reason why she was able to survive as the saint Ahsan was because she did not announce her death for a long time after Ahsan's death. Elder Wu Miao's statement to the outside world is that the Holy Maiden has been in retreat.

Southern Xinjiang is not only the Wumiao people, but more than a dozen ethnic groups of all sizes live together, the most prominent of which is the Wumiao people. It can be said that other ethnic groups are led by the Wumiao clan, whether it is to worship the Great Zhou of Shangguo or to deal with the neighboring Nanlan nobles, they are all led by the Wumiao clan.

And such a Wumiao tribe respects women, because the unpredictable Wumiao secret art can only be mastered by women.

The saintess was carefully selected from many qualified Wumiao women, and it is conceivable that the death of the saintess was a heavy blow to the Wumiao clan, and once it was spread, it was very easy to arouse the restlessness of some ethnic groups.

Day after day, year after year, who is willing to be ruled all the time?

Jiang seemed surprised not by the secret that the Holy Maiden Ahsan was dead, but by Yu Jin's casual tone when he talked about it.

In any case, the man on the other side didn't look like a deep-rooted love for Ahsan in such a tone. It would be terrible if the other party was so indifferent to her real sweetheart in order to coax her.

Yu Qi, who is happy with her heart, is not such a person.

It was the time of the morning, and although the door of the hall was closed to prevent the sunlight that wanted to slip in, it was still bright, and the subtle changes in the expression on a person's face could be clearly seen.

Jiang seemed certain that she didn't find the slightest sadness on the face of the man opposite.

That line is not as cold and hard as in his previous life, and what is revealed on his face is only sighing at most.

"In short, the death of the Holy Maiden of the Wumiao tribe is particularly important to the Wumiao people, and now except for a very few people who know about it, the world does not know it, and I also learned about it by chance." After Yu Jin said this, he paused for a moment.

Jiang seemed to look at him, and there were countless questions swirling in his heart, but those questions were like red-hot charcoal fire blocking her chest, which made her heart break and hurt.

The most helpless situation is probably like this, for her, he has spent countless days and nights with her, but she is still only a person who has a good impression but is not a familiar person.

Can she ask: If you don't like the saint Ahsan, why do you treasure the portrait of Ahsan?

Or ask: If you don't like Ahsan, why did you say you liked it in your previous life?

Jiang seemed to feel that she had walked into a dead end, it was not her fault, nor was it his, it seemed that fate was playing tricks.

She thought to herself that she would probably never be able to figure out what happened in her past life.

At this time, the young man opposite said in a calm tone: "If I am happy with the Holy Maiden of Wumiao, I will definitely be willing to exchange my life for her." ”

Jiang seemed to be shocked, and blurted out, "Change your life?" ”

Yu Jin returned to his unserious appearance, and Baba blinked: "Just like that, in short, everyone in this world can be misunderstood, you can't, otherwise I will be too wronged." ”

There are many secret techniques of the Wumiao clan, and there is a life-for-life thaumaturgy that is only circulated among a very small number of people, and the conditions are very harsh, it is said that the medicine is the blood of a person's heart, and this person must be completely willing to give it.

Although he didn't know exactly how to use the secret art, he was shocked when he heard about it by chance, and knew what kind of disaster it would be for the Wu Miao people once it spread.

Resurrection from the dead, for those who have the power of terror, is the temptation to overturn mountains and rivers and destroy lives.

Jiang seemed to open his eyes, and there was a joy that quietly grew from the bottom of his heart, like the first birth of spring water, melting the ice and snow that had accumulated in his heart for many years.

She tried her best to keep the tears from bursting, but the tears quickly condensed on her long eyelashes and fell heavily.

Yu Jin was a little at a loss.

Why did Ah seem to cry?

"I still have something to fool you......" Yu Jin said stiffly.

Since it's going to be said sooner or later, it's better to do it as soon as possible, who will let Ah seem to know about it.

Jiang seemed to look at him, his tear-washed eyes were black and shining: "What? ”

"Hmm...... My surname is actually Yu ......"

"King Yan, huh?" Jiang seemed to ask lightly.

Yu Jin was glad for a while.

Fortunately, he didn't take any chances to continue to hide it, otherwise it would be over.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you, I'm afraid that Second Brother Jiang will know my identity and feel uncomfortable getting along......

Jiang seemed to tug at the corners of his mouth: "Ugh." ”

If she had only known this guy in her life, she might have believed it. Why are you afraid that the second brother will not feel comfortable, and he clearly intends to approach her quietly like in his previous life......

This thought flashed in his heart, and Jiang Xiang's face changed slightly.

Whether in the previous life or in this life, he and the holy daughter Ahsan met first, and met her later, and in the previous life, it can be said that they got along day and night and had feelings, so what about this life?

From the beginning, she didn't have a good face for him, and he was unreserved. On the premise that she has never gotten along, did she fall in love with him at first sight by virtue of having one less red mole than Ahsan?

This is obviously impossible.

Jiang seemed to change one hand propped up on the table to support his cheek, and asked casually: "If you can spread the words that King Yan is fond of the Holy Maiden of Wumiao, presumably the Holy Maiden is a beauty, right?" ”

The tension in Yu Jin's heart suddenly disappeared.

Ah seems to be jealous, right? If she didn't have him in her heart, why would she care if the Holy Maiden of Wumiao was a beauty?

This discovery made him bold and fattened, or rather, bold and thick-skinned is his nature.

Yu Jin nodded seriously: "The Holy Maiden of Wumiao is indeed a rare beauty. ”

Jiang seemed to be silent.

Yu Jin leaned over and leaned closer: "Ah, are you jealous?" ”

Jiang seemed to raise his eyes and glanced at him coolly: "The prince said he laughed." ”

She shouldn't be talking nonsense with this bullshit bastard!