Yuji's eyebrows sank slightly, and she whispered for a while: "The injury in the master's heart is only a wound of flesh and skin, and even the position is deviated from the heart, if the princess is really ruthless, she should not be so merciful."

Long Ziyue's eyes were flustered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, "Night...... The Lord has never owed me anything, and although I have no love for him, I should not hurt his life."

"I'm afraid that the princess is reluctant to make a move," Yuji hit the nail on the head

Long Ziyue turned her face away, her voice revealing a little uncomfortable, "Whatever you think, it is a fact that I broke off my relationship with the Holy Venerable, if you ......"

Yuji suddenly spoke, interrupting Long Ziyue's cruel words, "Master, the emotional injury is very serious"

Long Ziyue paused slightly, and then said coldly: "So what? ”

Yuji was stunned, as if she didn't expect Long Ziyue to be so cold, "Is the princess really so ruthless?" ”

Long Ziyue smiled coldly, her voice was cold, "With Miss Qin by your side, how can you talk about emotional sadness?" ”

Yuji was slightly shocked, Qin Xiayue returned to the Holy Palace for only ten days, and the master saw her only once, how could the princess know about this, could it be that the princess saw Qin Xiayue?

Thinking back to what had happened in the past few days, Yuji's expression was grim.

That night, the master was drunk and was helped to Jingyue Pavilion, didn't the princess come that night?

In this way......

"Princess, have you ever been to Jingyue Pavilion?"

"What if you haven't been there? It doesn't matter to me who the Lord chooses."

Hearing this, Yuji hurriedly explained: "Princess, you misunderstood, the master has nothing to do with Miss Qin, the master was just drunk that night, and was helped to Jingyue Pavilion to rest, Miss Qin is just a maid......"

"That's the freedom of the Holy Being, it has nothing to do with me"

"......"

Without waiting for Jade to speak again, Long Ziyue had already taken out a cyan jade flute from the bracelet and handed it to Jade Ji, and said coldly: "Please return this thing to the Holy Venerable."

The words fell, and he flew away.

The thin figure disappeared into the sky, leaving only a long and cold cold.

Jade Ji sighed deeply, glanced at the jade flute in his hand, and his expression became even darker.

This thing, I'm afraid it will make the master's sadness even stronger.

Night Moon Palace, cold moon incense.

Phantom Night stood quietly in front of the window in a single dress, his ink eyes were as light as water, and the white moonlight hit his face, outlining a bit of coldness.

Yuji gently pushed open the door, looked at the cold figure in front of the window, the hand holding the jade flute tightened slightly, he had followed the master for many years, and he had never seen the master so sad and lost his soul.

The princess's ruthlessness really broke the master's heart.

"What?" A soft cold voice interrupted Yuji's contemplation

Hearing this, Yuji hurriedly collected her thoughts, bowed to the phantom night and said, "Master, it's time to change the medicine"

Phantom Night hummed faintly, lowered his eyes slightly, and turned back to the soft couch.

Jade stepped forward, took off the undershirt of the phantom night, and gently untied the strap, the strap slipped off, revealing the blood-clotted chest, Jade slammed her hand, and her moist eyes were dyed with shock.

"Master, you ......"

"Let's change the medicine" Phantom Night's expression was indifferent, as if the blood in his heart was not shed by him

Yuji twisted her eyebrows and wanted to speak, but the light of her eyes that touched the phantom night did not dare to say much after all, she took cold ice water to wash the wound for the phantom night, applied the wound medicine, and carefully wrapped the wound, before she whispered and persuaded: "Master, your injury has not healed, you must not drink."

"It's okay" Phantom Night only said two words, and then put on his clothes and left

Outside, the moonlight is just right, and the clear lotus flowers exude a faint cold fragrance.

Phantom Night picked up a lotus flower, put it in the palm of his hand and stared lightly, and his phoenix eyes quietly softened.

The moon loves the sachet made of lotus, carried around the waist, elegant and light.

Now the lotus flower is still good, but I can't see that bright figure anymore.