Tuoba Jian is going back to the North Clan.

I hope Wen Jinghua can go to the Ten Mile Pavilion to bid him farewell.

Looking at the letterhead in his hand, and then at Chu Lingheng, who was becoming more and more familiar with the road at night, Wen Jinghua was inexplicably a little weak-hearted.

"Who gave you the letter?" Chu Lingheng rested his chin on Wen Jinghua's shoulder, "I want to read it too." ”

Wen Jinghua felt that she was even more empty-hearted.

Chu Lingheng glanced at the letterhead a few times, and his tone was a little inexplicable, "Tuoba Jian, are you going to send him?"

Wen Jinghua couldn't figure out Chu Lingheng's state of mind, so she asked tentatively, "Go?"

"Ahh

Chu Lingheng immediately took a light bite on her shoulder.

"Don't go?" Wen Jinghua asked tentatively again.

"Hiss~"

Chu Lingheng smacked her fiercely.

Another red mark on the collarbone.

Wen Jinghua couldn't figure it out, "Then should I go or not?"

Chu Lingheng laughed helplessly, and he rubbed Wen Jinghua in his arms.

"What an idiot you are!"

Wen Jinghua was dumbfounded, looking even more stupid.

Chu Lingheng rubbed the tip of her nose and said solemnly: "I naturally don't want you to go, but I don't want you to go against your will and make a choice against your will because I don't want to." ”

That is, despite the fact that I will be a little disappointed, I still respect your choice?

Wen Jinghua's eyes moved.

For her, this sentence seemed to be extremely absent for a long time.

She was always sacrificing herself to be someone else, and this was the first time she had heard from someone else that she was asked to follow her heart.

"Thank you. ”

Wen Jinghua gently leaned on Chu Lingheng's arms.

"I don't have any affection for Tuobajian," she explained, "I just feel a little pathetic about him." ”

Chu Lingheng slowly hugged her tightly and listened to Wen Jinghua's speech.

"Ling Heng, do you know, Tuoba Jian told me that I look like his mother..."

Wen Jinghua couldn't help it, her nose was a little sour, "Ling Heng, do you still remember my aunt?" I don't remember her appearance, you are a little older than me, you should remember, right?"

Chu Lingheng's hand gently stroked Wen Jinghua's hair.

"It's about something that hurts you..." Wen Jinghua's eyes were melancholy, "That's why I'm a little ruthless with Tuoba Jian." ”

"Then you can go," Chu Lingheng smiled, "I'm just teasing you, where is my heart so small?"

"You're the best!" Wen Jinghua lay in Chu Lingheng's arms with satisfaction.

But what she didn't notice was that there was an undetectable dimness in Chu Lingheng's eyes.

The spring of the ten-mile long pavilion is more sorrowful than elsewhere.

When Wen Jinghua came to see off Tuoba Jian, he inexplicably felt that the Bei Clan delegation and his party were infected with Xiao Suo.

Seeing Wen Jinghua who finally appeared, Tuoba Jian's depressed mood was immediately replaced by surprise.

He couldn't wait to urge the horse's hooves, and ran towards Wen Jinghua from a long distance.

Wen Jinghua looked at him running towards him with joy on his face, and suddenly felt a little trance, as if he saw the scene of him running to his mother when he was a child.

There are no wicked people in the world for no reason.

When Tuoba Jian was a child, he must have been kind and innocent, right?

"Thank you for coming to see me off. Tuoba Jian said to Wen Jinghua.

Wen Jinghua smiled, "No matter what the position of the Bei Clan and Da Liang is, I am always grateful to you for sheltering me all the way back to Bei'an City." ”

Tuoba Jian smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I obviously have a plan." It's a pity that you and Chu Lingheng joined forces to play tricks. ”

Wen Jinghua pursed her lips and smiled.

"Okay," Tuoba shrugged, "Anyway, it's not a shame to lose to Chu Lingheng." ”

"Actually, if you weren't so moody," Wen Jinghua patted Tuoba Jian jokingly, "you're still quite a lovely person." ”

Tuoba was stunned, and immediately came back to his senses.

His gaze looked into the distance and whispered in a very gloomy voice, "But I must be moody, because I need others to be afraid of me."

Wen Jinghua, do you know? In our Bei clan, there has never been an emperor who died well. ”

Wen Jinghua's heart trembled.

Tuoba Jian continued: "Whether it is a virtuous monarch who implements virtuous politics or a cruel and mediocre tyrant, in the short and chaotic history of our Bei Clan, no one has really died a straight death..."

Wen Jinghua's lips moved, but she couldn't speak.

What do you want her to say?

She has memories of her past life, and she also knows that Tuoba Jian will not die well.

She wanted him to kill fewer people, naively thinking that this might weaken the conflict between Tuoba Jian and the people around him.

But Wen Jinghua asked himself, if Tuoba Jian was not as cruel and violent as he is now, would he be able to suppress the group of nobles of the Bei clan who were eyeing him and survive until now?

Of course not.

Tuobajian's tyrannical rule was like drinking water to quench his thirst.

If you drink poisonous wine, you can live for a while, and you will not die immediately because of poisonous wine.

This is an unsolvable dead end, Tuoba Jian's life, except for the little bit of mother's brilliance in childhood, is a complete tragedy.

"I knew I was going to die a bad death. Tuoba Jian's tone was calm to the point of despair.

Wen Jinghua looked at him, and the water in her eyes trembled violently.

Tuoba Jian grinned, "Wen Jinghua, you have to take a closer look at me, because this is probably the last time you will see me alive!"

Wen Jinghua frowned violently, "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't want to look at you!"

Tuoba smiled heartlessly, and finally took a deep look at Wen Jinghua, turned the horse's head and returned to the Bei team.

He raised his hand, cocked the corners of his mouth, and said in a loud voice, "Let's go!"

Wen Jinghua looked at his back as he gradually moved away, and secretly annoyed that he was not strong-willed.

But seeing that Tuoba Jian's figure was getting smaller and smaller, Wen Jinghua still couldn't help but regret it, Fang Cai didn't care about him, he signed such a humiliating agreement with Qi Yuanhao, after returning to the Bei Clan, would he be excluded by the nobles around him.

Wen Jinghua regretted it.

She shouldn't have treated Tuoba Jian so badly, she should have told him that she wanted him to live well.

When Wen Jinghua raised his head again, the Bei Clan Mission had already disappeared from sight.

Wen Jinghua was quickly swallowed up by the undeniable loss in her heart.

Far away, Xiao Hongying ran out of the city on a horse.

"Jinghua!Is the Bei Clan Mission gone?!"

"It's gone, what's going on?" Wen Jinghua asked.

Xiao Hongying grabbed the reins, and the startled horse raised its hooves and neighed.

"Tuoba Yu'er is gone!"

Wen Jinghua heard this, and clenched the reins in his hand suddenly.

Tuoba Yu'er was really difficult, and she escaped from under her nose again.

Xiao Hongying immediately wanted to chase the Bei Clan's mission, but was stopped by Wen Jinghua.

"There's no need to chase it, Tuoba Yu'er is definitely not in the Bei Clan's mission, because Tuoba Jian is now the person who wants to kill her the most in this world. ”

Xiao Hongying flicked her whip hatefully, "This Tuoba Yu'er is really hateful! All the people I sent to keep an eye on her before were killed by her one by one, and now I can't find where she is hiding!"

Wen Jinghua laughed meaningfully.

I know where she is..."