In the evening, the news of the violent death of the eleventh prince came out.

However, how the eleventh prince "died" is rumored to be divine. The prince was hunting and was swallowed alive, such news is indeed not a good thing. Especially the bones of the eleventh prince are gone, and even the coffin is just a mound of clothes. The Emperor of All Truths despised the royal family's true desire to cover up the facts, and fabricated the news of the violent death of the eleventh prince.

The steward and Xiao Er in the treasure building are all deaf and clear-sighted, and the scene in the lobby has long been seen in their eyes and listened to in their hearts. So he sent someone to report it to Mu Qingwan as news.

"Dead?"

Although Jing Yao had already greeted Mu Qingwan, Mu Qingwan had already known where Jing Yao might go. However, when Mu Qingwan heard the news that Jing Yao was "dead", she still shook her head, and the teacup she was drinking water fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Miss? What's wrong? ”

Ruyi, who had just finished reporting the day's news to Mu Qingwan, didn't know why Mu Qingwan was stunned again. called Mu Qingwan, and was afraid that the smashed teacup would hurt Mu Qingwan's foot, so he hurriedly picked up the broken porcelain pieces with his hands.

"Don't pick it up with your hands, be careful if you cut your hands. Let's use a dustpan. ”

Mu Qingwan came back to her senses and smiled bitterly that she was actually distracted again. I knew in my heart that this must be fake, but I couldn't help but worry in my heart.

Jing Yao left like this, Mu Qingwan didn't expect him to leave in such a way.

Mu Qingwan has always known that Jing Yao is not a simple person, and may have an identity that he doesn't know. However, if the Eleventh Prince dies, who will he become?

As the days passed, Mu Qingwan despised her childlike attitude, and it was only a few days of sadness and sadness, and she cheered up.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of Mu Qingwan and Lu, in ancient times, this was a sign of a woman's adulthood, which meant that she could become a biological child.

Because of Mu Qingwan's previous divorce with the Twelve Princes, Mu Qingwan's ceremony was not a big deal, and Mu Qingwan actually didn't want a group of unknown people to come to cheer for her for the sake of her father's relationship.

On this day, the old lady of the Dingguo Mansion and the old lady of the Zhenguo General's Mansion came to preside over Mu Qingwan, and the old lady of the Dingguo Mansion was Zhou Tingting's mother-in-law, and because of this relationship, she was also willing to give Mu Qingwan a ceremony.

The banquet was just a few people that Mu Qingwan was familiar with, the two aunts and uncles of the Zhenguo General's Mansion came over, as well as Calm Qiu with a child, and Jin Ling'er who was holding a doll. Zhou Tingting's belly was big, and there was really no way for people to come over, but she also sent someone to send a gift. There is also the Zhou Taifu Mansion, Mu Qingwan is a disciple of Mr. Qingyun, although it has not been made public, but the people of the Zhou Mansion also know about this matter, plus Mu Qingwan is familiar with Zhou Tingting, so he also sent someone to send a gift.

Although there were no guests, the ceremony was lively.

After the banquet, Mu Qingwan instructed Ruyi to register the gifts and put them in the warehouse, and then prepared to take a bath and wash up. After a busy day, I was also a little sleepy.

"Who?"

As soon as Mu Qingwan entered the house, she noticed that there was a strange atmosphere in the room. Someone in the house?

"It's me."

A familiar, tired voice sounded, and a man in a night robe slowly walked out from behind the curtains. Although she was masked, Mu Qingwan clearly and accurately recognized who it was.

The man pulled down the black cloth that covered his appearance, revealing his true face. The people in the house actually haven't seen Jing Yao, the eleventh prince who died violently in rumored terms.

"How did you come here? What if someone finds out? ”

After all, the eleventh prince is a dead man, and if he is found alive, he will not be able to tell clearly.

"Today's day is important, I have to come to see you."

Jing Yao looked at Mu Qingwan deeply, she hadn't seen each other for a while, Jing Yao had obviously lost a lot of weight, and her facial features were more three-dimensional.

"But if someone finds out......

"Qingwan, I miss you so much."

“......”

"Qingwan, you've finally grown up. I am very happy. ”

Jing Yao looked at Mu Qingwan deeply, and there was a depth in his eyes that Mu Qingwan couldn't understand. Jing Yao, who has unlocked the love story open mode, is no longer the one who doesn't know how to deal with himself when facing Mu Qingwan.

Although the situation of meeting at this time should be moving, Mu Qingwan only felt helpless. Jing Yao is just a child as old as himself, is he already so mature at the age of fifteen? Is this a puppy love?

Wait a minute, Mu Qingwan was surprised how she could have thought of the word early love, obviously she hadn't thought about how to get along with Jing Yao in the future.

Mu Qingwan's mood is also a little complicated, and emotions may really be able to infect each other. Since Jing Yao confided in herself, Mu Qingwan found that her heart that had been locked up could no longer be calm.

"Why did you fake your death? Where are you going? ”

Mu Qingwan knew that she shouldn't have asked this, but she couldn't help but ask.

"Qingwan, I'm very happy, you're going to ask me this."

Hearing the worry in Mu Qingwan's tone, Jing Yao's eyes were shining, a little shining, like a child with candy.

"I knew you would care about me. It's a bit tricky, but don't worry about me, I'll come back to you for your sake. Now, I can't say yet, it's also for your own good, the more you know, the more bad it will be for you. ”

Jing Yao strode forward, stood opposite Mu Qingwan, and looked down at him.

Maybe after a few years of fighting on the frontier, Jing Yao's words have jumped very quickly in the past few years. Although Mu Qingwan and Jing Yao are the same age, the fifteen-year-old Jing Yao is a head taller than Mu Qingwan. Mu Qingwan still had to look up to see his face.

Despite this, fifteen-year-old Jing Yao is still the immaturity of a teenager, but he has the maturity of a young man mixed together.

"Here's for you."

Jing Yao took out a hairpin from his arms, a ruby hairpin carved into a pom-pom, and there were several strings of small bells hanging underneath.

Jing Yao looked at Mu Qingwan, lowered his head and said softly.

"I'll put it on your hairpin."

Without asking Mu Qingwan's opinion, Jing Yao took a step closer to Mu Qingwan, lowered his head and carefully put it on Mu Qingwan's head. From an angle that Mu Qingwan couldn't see, her eyes were full of doting and gentle gazes.

"I can't stay long, I'm leaving. The capital is not stable now, I know you have your own means, and when there is chaos, you must protect yourself. Promise me, okay? If you need help, go to the Chenghuang Temple on the outskirts of the capital, take this to a person named Huang San, and he will help you. ”

"I'm leaving, remember to wait for me."

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