Ding Can smiled at Lu Jiayue, "You eat first, I'll come after a few words with Ah Li." ”

When he came to the outer porch, he took the letter from Ah Li's hand and stuffed it in his sleeve.

"You let the six sons go back first, don't alarm the people here."

Seeing that his expression was gloomy, Ah Li didn't dare to be sloppy, so he responded respectfully.

At this meal, Ding Can ate very hard.

Lu Jiayue drank a few more glasses of wine, but she was still not happy, Ding Can persuaded her, and she put down the wine glass.

After eating, Xin Zhu brought the tea, waited for the clean hands to rinse his mouth, and then held the sobering tea soup.

Lu Jiayue took a sip, it was sour, and she spit it out again.

Her cheeks were crimson, her eyes were rippling like spring water, and Ding Can was only afraid that she was a little drunk.

So he stepped forward and took her hand, turned the red sandalwood shelf, and there was a study separated by a glass screen.

In the study, there is a varnish red pine bookcase, and the bookcase is full of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Ding Can said with a smile: "Last time, you said that my Xiaokai is well written, and you want to learn from me, so it's better for you to study ink first, and I'll teach you." ”

Lu Jiayue obediently studied ink.

Ding Can picked up a pen and wrote a poem on rice paper.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. ”

Then he took another delicate sheep's hair, licked the ink, and handed it to Lu Jiayue.

"You write it to me."

Lu Jiayue has never worked pen and ink poetry books, and the words she writes are only beautiful at most.

wrote it again and said, "Second uncle, my writing is too ugly, I think I can't practice calligraphy." ”

Lu Jiayue felt ashamed, her face became redder, and she put down the sheep in her hand.

Ding Can didn't speak.

He took out the letter that Ah Li had given him from his sleeve.

Unfolded, the two pieces of paper are placed in one place and contrasted, and the handwriting is equally beautiful, as if it was from the hand of one person.

Lu Jiayue didn't know why, so she also came over to take a look.

At this look, the whole person froze.

Ding Can's voice was deep and cold, ringing in her ears.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on."

That piece of paper was the letter she asked Xiaoshun Xiaocheng to send to the Jinyu Health Department when the Lianghuai Salt Tax Case occurred that year.

It's been a few years, and she's long forgotten that this letter still exists.

It turned out that he said that he was teaching himself to write, just because he was suspicious and testing himself.

How do you explain this to him?

Lu Jiayue looked up at Ding Can.

His eyebrows are still warm and beautiful, but in his eyes, when he looked at her again, he was as gentle as water.

In his eyes, there was only doubt and unquestionable resoluteness at the moment.

As if to tell her that he had to get an answer today.

She suddenly remembered what Yuan Xi said in the Liuxian Teahouse that day.

"Uncle Guo is a person who only knows the duties of the loyal monarch, if he knows that you are secretly helping me and seeking the position of the East Palace, do you think he will put you in the palace of the Golden Feather Guard?"

Lu Jiayue smiled at Ding Can.

"If I don't say it, will the second uncle lock me up?"

Ding Can's eyes became more complicated.

How could this little girl think like that

Lock her up? How willing he was!

But who is she?

And what's going on with this letter?

Ding Can sighed: "I just want to know who instigated the assassination." ”

Lu Jiayue laughed, "I don't know--- isn't it King Wei?" ”

Ding Can's eyes were like torches, looking straight into her eyes.

"And where did you learn about the assassination in advance?"

Lu Jiayue turned around.

What to say?

Tell him everything?

She suddenly felt a little pain in her head, groggy and a little unsteady on her feet.

The pear blossoms are white, the entrance is soft and sweet, but the stamina should not be underestimated, not to mention that she has always been a drop of wine.

Her steps were a little vain, and she staggered to the edge of the soft couch and sat down.

Supporting himself with his hand, leaning on the pillow, he smiled at Ding Can: "Second uncle come and sit, I will listen to the second uncle." ”

Ding Can let out a long sigh.

I have mixed feelings in my heart, and I don't have any landing.

sat down next to Lu Jiayue, and heard her smile again: "No matter what I say, will the second uncle believe it?" ”

Ding Can suddenly felt that the little girl in front of him was a little unfamiliar.

She seemed to come from a far away, carrying thousands of mountains and rivers on her body, layers of mist.

But he nodded, "I believe." ”

Lu Jiayue smiled.

"Okay, as long as you believe it, I'll tell you."

*

The white stamina of pear blossoms made Lu Jiayue completely relaxed.

In the past and present life, all things, bit by bit, she told it eloquently.

The brilliant spring light in the afternoon also turned into the afterglow of the sunset in her eloquent story.

The setting sun peeked in through the turquoise curtain, spilling on her cheeks, and it looked uncertain.

Finally, when it was dark, she said everything.

Ding Can felt that he had heard a long story.

He had no way of believing it was true.

The little girl in front of her seemed to be a little drunk, and the crimson on her cheeks lined her eyes that were as clear as water, so clean that there was no impurity.

She looked at him quietly, as if she didn't need him to believe.

She just told him about it, and she didn't care if he believed it or not.

But how could a woman with such a pair of eyes make up such a bizarre and unbelievable story?

Ding Can chose to believe.

He stretched out his arms and gently hugged the little girl into his arms.

Stroking her soft hair, her body, so thin.

"I believe it, I believe everything you say."

The little girl buried her face in his arms and began to cry.

The cry was very low, but there was endless grief, and it seemed like he had finally been liberated.

In the past and present life, all the things were pressed on her heart, and she endured it alone.

How can she afford it?

"Second Uncle"

She cried and muttered to him.

He suddenly remembered what she had just said.

It turned out that she had a private relationship with the King of Jin, just to help the King of Jin, so as not to usurp the throne of the King of Wei, and the Qu family would repeat the mistakes of the past as in the previous life.

He believed she was telling the truth.

But what about then?

When did her original intention begin to be shaken?

In her heart, there is King Jin, but I don't know if there is a place for him?

King Jin had completely injured her, and now King Jin no longer needed her secret help.

Ding Can took out the silk handkerchief in his sleeve, slowly lifted Lu Jiayue's little face, and wiped away her tears.

It was already dark, and the maids came in and took the lamp, and went out quietly.

Under the dim candle flame, the little girl cried like a tearful child.

The eye circles are red and swollen like peaches, the tip of the delicate nose is also red, and only the pink lip flaps still look soft.

Ding Can's heart throbbed.

A sentence that had been circling in my heart for a long time, I hesitated again and again, and finally said it.

"Little girl, in your heart, who is more important, me or him?"

Ding Can or Yuan Xi, who is more important?

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