Chapter 765: Yin Lily Can't Be Killed

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The blow was too great for him, and he rushed back in a hurry, but gave him such a big closed door.

"Young master......" Baili still wanted to say something, but he could only sigh and withdraw.

The young master is also too nostalgic for the old love, if the lily girl really remembers the young master all these years, how can she keep avoiding him, but there are some things he knows but can't say.

Jiang Shiya listened to the little maid's report, hummed lightly, and helped Song Yi to medicine Wumeng's wound.

Song Yi glanced at her quietly, saw that her face was as usual, and asked jokingly: "Don't you have the voice that can't bear the young master of the wind?" โ€

"It's not uncommon, if I want to listen to it, I can invite all the opera troupes in Liyuan, and they all sing better than him." The corners of Jiang Shiya's lips hooked.

"Jiang Xiaobaozi, I didn't expect that you also have such a neat and neat time." Song Yi was quite emotional, looking like a girl in my family had grown up.

Jiang Shiya smiled wryly: "It's all because you teach well." โ€

Song Yi touched her head: "More than half of the blood has been changed, and if it doesn't grow, I think I'm going to change your brain directly." โ€

"It's good to change my brain, I also feel that my brain is too unsmart to do such a stupid thing." Jiang Shiya pouted, thinking that she was stupid and didn't want to slap herself twice when she blocked the secret weapon for the wind.

Song Yi suddenly became melancholy: "If I could really change my brain, I would have changed it for myself a long time ago." โ€

Jiang Shiya blinked and looked at her: "Why do you think too much, you love him, and he loves you, isn't that enough, everyone else is just clouds and smoke, and it can't affect you." โ€

Song Yi smiled: "Now I want you to persuade me." โ€

"Maybe I'm different from you and Princess Yu, like me, the daughter of a deep boudoir family, after marrying a wife, I have to take the initiative to help my husband collect the house, if I meet a husband who is willing to sacrifice his life for me, it will be a blessing from ten lifetimes."

Jiang Shiya said in a low voice, and Song Yi's face was a little stunned.

Compared with the daughter of a family like Shiya, she seems to be much happier, at least Yin Lifalcon's heart is here with her.

She can't be a concubine, at least she can be a side concubine who enjoys exclusive favors.

"You and Prince Yin have been in a relationship for ten years, since childhood sweethearts, the relationship has not changed until now, the beauties around Prince Yin are like clouds, why do you have to be a little village girl, it's not because I love you, many things can't be both, don't pursue perfection too much."

"If Prince Yin really makes you a deep resentful woman in the future, it's a big deal that you can still ask for a piece of paper and a book, and if you choose someone else, you may not necessarily be able to be reconciled and beautiful, because those are not the people you like."

Jiang Shiya patted her shoulder and stood up: "I hope Mengmeng can wake up soon, the day after tomorrow is the day of marriage between King Yu and Princess Yu, why haven't the mansions prepared to hang lottery." โ€

Song Yi raised her head and smiled: "Tomorrow will start to hang the lottery, Princess Yu doesn't care about big or small things, I haven't seen anyone more relaxed than her getting married." โ€

"I didn't sleep much last night, I'll make up for sleep now, Mengmeng is okay here, you go to accompany Prince Yin, and ask him if he can guarantee that you won't become a deep resentful woman."

Jiang Shiya fell asleep on the couch, really a little sleepy.

Song Yi took the medicine box and walked out.

walked to the door, retreated back and asked Jiang Shiya: "Don't you think Cui Cheng is more suitable for me?" โ€

Jiang Shiya replied in a daze: "Then he is not your favorite." โ€

Song Yi smiled and walked out with the medicine box.

Outside, the setting sun was shining and staining half of the clouds red.

Early in the morning of the next day, the people of the palace began to be busy, and after the flower was reborn and got up, the palace was already lit up with lights, and the red was full of joy.

Seeing the rebirth of flowers, my mood also jumped.

After breakfast, she went to the dark pavilion, tomorrow is the day of her marriage, and it is also a day of crisis.

It was naturally impossible for Feng Zhongliu to move, so not only did he not move away, but he also sent someone to send the young master's token.

The reason is: there is a golden nail on the token that is missing, please give an explanation to King Yu.

The young master's token was sent directly to King Yu's study, and he was laying out for tomorrow's wedding banquet, and he was also stunned when he saw Gong Qing holding the token with an annoyed face.

Jiang Diya, who was in the study, stood up angrily: "Wind in the flow of this shameless thing, he is planning to play a scoundrel!" See if I'm not going to beat him to death. โ€

King Lintian leaned back in the chair with his hands on his chest and looked at him, and said coldly, "Can you beat him?" โ€

"If you can't beat it, you can beat it." Jiang Diya, who has always been calm and cunning, is very angry when she encounters the wind.

"You injured him, and he has even more reason to stay in the mansion and not leave." King's Landing took the token and took a look, and there was indeed a small golden nail in the lower right corner of the token, but now it was indeed gone.

It's a good wind, and it's really willing to pay for it when you play a scoundrel, this nail is pulled out, and the token will be broken into two pieces in less than a few days.

Jun Lintian handed the token to Gong Qing: "Send the token to the prince, since the young master of the wind wants to give the Falling Heaven Pavilion to the prince so much, we will reluctantly accept it." โ€

"Yes." Gong Qing took the token and retreated.

When Hua Reborn came out of the dark pavilion, he knew that this was the case, and he felt a little resentful that King's Landing was nosy, and took the hot potato again.

After Jiang Shiya found out, she just smiled: "Since he wants to give it, he will take it, it just happens that you need it recently, anyway, if I don't go out of Lintianyuan, it will be impossible for him to come in through a hole in the ground." โ€

I don't know whether this word was intentional or unintentional, and it reached the ears of the sullen wind.

He immediately made the decision to dig holes in the ground!

"Young master, instead of looking for someone to dig a hole in the ground, it is better to find someone to kill the lily girl." Baili was a little speechless.

This is Yuwang's Mansion, how can you make a hole in the ground if you want to?

"What are you afraid of, the entrance to the cave is located in this room, not far from Lintianyuan, and it can be dug in half a month."

"Young master, you don't want to kill Miss Lily so much?" Baili was a little puzzled, the young master treated Lily girl like that a few days ago, he shouldn't be reluctant.

"What do you know, whether the deity kills Lily or not, it can't change Shiya's mind, if I really kill Lily, then I really don't want to see her for the rest of my life."

Feng Zhongliu knew very well in her heart that Jiang Shiya was determined not to ignore him after this time, even if he forced her to tie her to his side, he was afraid that she would rather commit suicide than let him succeed.

If he kills Yin Baihe, then he and her will have a grudge settled.

The ghost wants to settle grievances with her.

So Lily can't die, he has to keep it, she is still a day, Jiang Shiya will hate herself because of her, so that she can remember him.

He is willing to do something incredible, but if he doesn't do it, he will lose Jiang Shiya, which he must not bear. Reading, a better reading experience.