Nangong Jiu looked at it in his eyes, and couldn't hold back it anymore, and the tears in his eyes rolled down. Seeing that Shangguan Mingfeng was dead, the resentment in his heart naturally disappeared, and instead a kind of anger came to his heart. She and Jian Huaizhen are like this, even if Shangguan Mingfeng is ruthless, she can't bear to see the former Xin'er die so miserably.

Shi Heng saw Shangguan Mingfeng's death so miserably, his heart moved slightly, and then this regret disappeared.

Nangong Jiuzhong suddenly drew his sword and said to Shi Heng: "Lord Shi, if you kill Xin'er today, you are the enemy of 'Candle Shadow Shake Red' and 'Confession Gate', you must be careful when you act in the future." ”

Shi Heng was a little surprised in his heart, and said: "What did the Nangong Gate Master say, I got rid of the traitor for the 'Candle Shadow Shake Red', but I don't know why the Nangong Gate Master is so angry?" ”

"The traitor of this sect, why should Lord Shi do it for you, not to mention that you are so vicious to Xin'er-" Nangong Jiuzhong's voice slowly lowered.

Shi Heng was stunned, Shangguan Mingfeng's vicious heart, Shi Heng knew it again, he didn't play every day and told Shi Heng how to annex the "confession gate" and how to kill Jian Huaizhen. He originally thought that it had reached such a point that Jian Huaizhen and Nangong Jiuzhong were eager to crush Shangguan Mingfeng's bones and scatter ashes and kill him by themselves, which was exactly what the two of them wanted, but he didn't expect that he would be so hated by Nangong Jiuzhong.

With a pair of eyes, he couldn't help but look at Jian Huaizhen, looking at Jian Huaizhen's jade face cold, except for shedding a tear, there was no other expression. But Nangong Jiuzhong said this, and Jian Huaizhen did not stop it at all, which shows that in Jian Huaizhen's heart, he also wanted to avenge Shangguan Mingfeng.

Shi Heng thought unconsciously: "This group of women is really unreasonable, they have taken on a deep hatred for no reason, it seems that Jian Huaizhen must be eliminated, otherwise he will not be able to live in peace in the future." He has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he is used to seeing deceit, so he naturally doesn't understand the feelings.

Shi Heng had already moved to kill in his heart, but his face did not show it at all, and said with a smile: "What the Nangong Gate Master said, although there was a slight misunderstanding before, it is not very important now. Jiang Gongzi, what do you say? ”

Jiang Shaoheng saw that Jian Huaizhen had been rescued, and it was not a wise move to clash with Shi Heng at this moment, so he only said indifferently: "Lord Shi, we will leave here." ”

Shangguan Mingfeng's body was taken away by Nangong Jiuzhong's two subordinates, and Jian Huaizhen was sad in his heart, and his eyes were gloomy.

Back in Huaiming Garden, Lan Jing walked to Jian Huaizhen's side and said quietly: "Jian Huaizhen, it's okay if you are fine, if something happens to you, even if Jiang Shaoheng doesn't hate me, he will never want to see me." ”

Jian Huaizhen thought about Shangguan Mingfeng's death, a little absent-minded, and didn't notice that Lan Jing's expression was slightly wrong. Lan Jing bit her lip, there were faint tears in her eyes, she had been by Jiang Shaoheng's side for so many years, but she had never seen Jiang Shaoheng lose her temper like this. How to arrange how to save Jian Huaizhen, although Jiang Shaoheng was calm and calm, and did not show any anxiety, but Lan Jing clearly felt that Jiang Shaoheng had an awe-inspiring aura on his body.

Lan Jing thought to herself: "In Jiang Shaoheng's heart, Jian Huaizhen must be very important, just as he is in my heart. If someone injured Jiang Shaoheng, I would definitely want to kill that person. But from beginning to end, Jiang Shaoheng did not blame him.

She looked at Jiang Shaoheng's back, her eyes were slowly blurred by tears, this beautiful figure has always made Lan Jing unforgettable. Now Jiang Shaoheng's black hair has a few silver threads. Lan Jing thought unconsciously, and she didn't know how long she had been with Jiang Shaoheng. She kept waiting, and when Jian Huaizhen got old, she wouldn't be so ugly. In fact, her appearance is not good-looking, and Lan Jing has always been a little ashamed of herself in her heart.

In Lan Jing's heart, she has always thought so. It's a pity that she suddenly understood at this time, even if Jiang Shaoheng gets old and has goosebumps, she must still like Jiang Shaoheng. In this case, even if Jian Huaizhen gets old and ugly, how can Jiang Shaoheng change his mind?

She has been with Jiang Shaoheng stupidly for so many years, but she doesn't even understand this, no wonder Jian Huaizhen chuckled and said that he didn't understand.

Lan Jing's face suddenly turned red, and she said to Jian Huaizhen: "This time, I hurt you in distress, I'm sorry." ”

Jian Huaizhen didn't blame Lan Jing from beginning to end, but when he heard Lan Jing, who had always apologized to him, he was a little strange, and said unconsciously: "It's nothing, it's just blame-" This matter was originally planned by Shangguan Mingfeng, but it had nothing to do with Lan Jing, Jian Huaizhen thought of Shangguan Mingfeng, his mood was heavy, and he said in a low voice: "It's just that Xin'er is confused for a while." ”

At this moment, Jian Huaizhen was in a state of confusion, but he didn't notice Lan Jing's abnormal state.

When he returned to Huaimingyun, Jiang Shaoheng led Jian Huaizhen to a fine house and said, "Huaizhen, you live here first." "This house stands among the flowers, behind which is a small bamboo forest, and when the wind blows, the bamboo rustles, which seems very quiet and has a unique meaning.

The accommodation that Lan Jing arranged for Jian Huaizhen was quite simple, and now naturally Jian Huaizhen couldn't live there.

Jian Huaizhen stepped into the bedroom, only to see that the window was bright and clean, and the sunlight shone in from the window paper, which was painted with ink bamboo flowers and birds, and the light and shadow were swaying.

On the dresser, there is a rhombic mirror, a boxwood comb on the side, and a delicate jewelry box, under which there are many drawers. On the bed account, plum blossoms are embroidered, and several quilts are placed on the bed. On the wall, there is a Western clock, ticking and turning.

There is a piano under the windowsill, and then a flute is hung on the wall, and there is a small bookcase at the head of the bed, where some books are placed, which shows that the owner of this room should have been able to understand piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It's just that this room is clearly a women's boudoir.

Jian Huaizhen couldn't help but say: "This house seems to have an owner in the past, and I'm afraid it's not appropriate for me to move in rashly." ”

Jiang Shaoheng looked at her and said softly: "This house has always been taken care of by me, and it is quite tidy. It's just that no one has ever lived there. ”

This hint of nothingness carries an astringent affection. Jian Huaizhen's heart trembled slightly, and then he whispered: "This meeting, I was in a hurry, and I haven't had time to ask you, how have you been doing all these years?" ”

Jiang Shaoheng smiled and said: "Living in seclusion here and living a life of idle clouds and wild cranes is naturally very good. Over the years, I have also made several friends, and occasionally I get this medical book, which is said to have been written by Bian Que, if you are bored, you can read it. He walked to the bedside, picked up a medical book, and handed it to Jian Huaizhen.

The cover of the book had three words written on it, and Jian Huaizhen was naturally convinced of Jiang Shaoheng's vision, even if it was not written by Bian Que, it must have recorded extraordinary content. It's just that the acquisition of this medical skill is probably not accidental.

Jian Huaizhen's eyes turned, and when he saw a painting hanging on the wall, Jiang Shaoheng's body seemed to tremble, blocking a little, and he suddenly smiled with relief, and he didn't cover it.

Jian Huaizhen couldn't help but look at the painting, through the tulle, vaguely a woman. Jian Huaizhen slowly felt a little embarrassed in his heart, and only felt that it might be his own portrait. But if you think about it carefully, with Jiang Shaoheng's temperament, he will not show it so directly. Jiang Shaoheng has a reserved temperament, his feelings are like a cup of tea, pinched in his hand, not cold, not hot, just right in his hand.

When I was with Jiang Shaoheng, the tenderness was tepid, and it was always just right.