The translucent lantern hung high above the pillars of the room, and the faint light suddenly faded under the moonlight, and the two people in the bright hall were silent for a while.

Wang Mijun kept looking at his toes, his face flushed.

And Tang Jueyan stared at a picture of a tiger descending the mountain in the middle of the hall, seemingly admiring, but in fact he was like an arrow.

He didn't know how to speak, because he didn't mean to, so he didn't mean to.

"If I don't say anything, does Tang Gongzi plan to stay silent?" Wang Mijun's clear voice brought some of the reserved and weak of a girl, she raised her face, looked at Tang Jueyan's side face and said, "Are you not intent on marrying me?" ”

After hearing this, Tang Jueyan's face changed slightly, his eyes were gentle, and he approached her in a few steps: "Aren't you hurting my heart when you say this?" Or don't you want to marry me? ”

"How so?" Wang Mijun twisted his fingers around the wide lily sleeves, and when he saw him take a few steps closer, he couldn't help but take a half step back, and whispered: "When the Changting first got together, they only met each other, and I don't know if they are competing for each other, how can they be ruthless?" ”

"In that case, let me marry you with peace of mind!" Tang Jueyan gently dropped a light kiss between her sideburns, and was about to leave.

"Wait-" Wang Mijun took out a delicately embroidered mandarin duck twig sachet from his arms and put it in the palm of his hand and said, "I'll wait for you!" With that, he smiled and turned around and ran out quickly.

Tang Jueyan looked at the sachet in his hand, his demeanor changed, and he walked out of the prime minister's mansion expressionlessly.

When the horse galloped, the sachet in his hand turned into crumbs like a piece of dead leaves after autumn from the palm of his hand, damaged in mid-air, there was no trace of remaining, red as blood Yingluo also fell in the mud with the wind, waiting for not the personal treasure of the dearest and beloved, but the trampling and ignoring of countless pairs of feet, that's all.

In the blink of an eye, the moon shadow is fading, the sky is clear, the candle flame is about to go out, and the bleak wind is becoming more and more wanton, not only disturbing people's hair, but also disturbing people's hearts.

Feng Lingyu woke up again, and Fuqu had already prepared the washing water on her side, just waiting for her to wash.

"He's already waiting for Childe outside the door!" Fuqu said while dressing her, "Do you want to run out of it early-"

"No need!" Feng Lingyu stretched out and got up: "Call him in!" ”

"Yes!" Fuqu took the towel and pushed the door open.

Before Feng Lingyu could sit down, a tall figure came in alone, and bowed at her feet: "The benefactor is above, please accept the worship of Baxiaotian!" ”

"Ba Xiaotian?" Feng Lingyu snorted at the tea she drank and spit it out: "What are you talking about-"

The man raised his face, and saw an unfamiliar face, which was much more elegant and delicate than Ba Xiaotian, not his appearance at all, and his body shape was still similar.

Feng Lingyu looked at him carefully, but still had no clue: "You get up first!" I thought you were dead—"

Ba Xiaotian didn't care about what she said, got up and said: "Thanks to the benefactor who rescued me in prison, I, Ba Xiaotian, am grateful!" It was the benefactor's Soul Resurrection Pill that saved Zaixia's life, and I remember all of this! ”

"Wait-" Feng Lingyu shook her head and said, "When did you wake up?" ”

"At that time, I was drugged by the villain Cheng Ao in prison, and then fainted, I only remember your benefactor's name!" Ba Xiaotian recalled: "When I woke up again, I was in a deep mountain, and there was a spotted python and a skinny immortal old man next to me, and I also learned from the old man that I was in Wangyou Valley!" ”