The blue jade spike of the lake must have been preserved with great care, and the luster flowed, and it was as new as new.

Layer after layer of silk thread is buckled with concentric knots, and the concentric knots hide a line of turquoise glow.

What is hidden in that dark light is not only the soul bead of Qingcheng's treasure town, but also the heart of a girl who is just beginning to bloom.

The painting heart wanted to save Nanxun Nuan, and deliberately asked Shuyi for this soul bead, Shuyi's finger joints were stagnant, looking at the painting heart's bright black eyes struggling to flash a trace of eager light, and his heart moved slightly, "What do you want to do with this?"

"I don't think it's good-looking, it doesn't match your jade ornament, I'll make you a better one tomorrow." Huaxin barely pulled out a smile and said softly.

Shuyi was slightly stunned, suddenly lowered his eyelids, and said in a deep voice, "I think this jade spike is very good." ”

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the light in the eyes of the painting heart suddenly dimmed, and it disappeared into a dead silence. Like a pool of stagnant water, cold, lonely, lonely, lonely, silent.

Huaxin didn't expect that Nanxun Nuan would die.

didn't expect that in the years she missed, it would be Nan Xunnuan who guarded Shuyi for her.

I didn't expect that Shuyi would reject her so indifferently for the sake of Nanxun Nuan.

He should reject her, Nanxun is warm to him, just like Junyi is to her, there is no one to replace. His unprovoked liking for her is naturally no match for Nan Xunnuan's deep kindness to save her life.

For the first time, the heart of the painting felt the fragility of mortal life, so fragile that it was vulnerable. For the first time, I also felt the meager love that Shuyi had for her inexplicably, so meager that it was not worth mentioning.

Outside, the clouds that had been overcast for a long time finally turned into rain. A knock on the door, faster than the sound of rain, interrupted the dead silence in the room.

Qing Jiuying went to open the door, and saw that Yue Xingyun was standing outside the door wet, and personally came to invite Shuyi to discuss the matter, but he was so hurried that he didn't hold an umbrella.

Qing Jiuying didn't dare to delay, stuffed the umbrella to Yue Xingyun, and hurriedly came to the study in the rain to tell Shuyi, "Master, the Lord of the Moon Pavilion asked to see him outside the door, saying that the Lishui where the county lord of Qingcheng was buried was on fire, I am afraid that there are no bones, and Qingcheng will come to attack, please go to the discussion." ”

Hearing that there were no bones, Shuyi Huo Ran got up, and in the future, he had time to take a look at Huaxin, and walked out of the door of the study in plain clothes.

"Are you blaming me?"

When the painting heart chased outside the door, the raindrops like beans fell like a thousand mouths, as noisy as thousands of mouths arguing. The sentence that the painting heart whispered to each other happened to be drowned in the rapid rain.

Watching Shuyi disappear into the rain without stopping, Huaxin felt for the first time that he was so far away from her, so far that he couldn't reach her.

Shuyi didn't have time to give an answer.

He must have blamed her, he thought to himself.

The empty courtyard, only the torrential rain is like a waterfall, and the painting heart only feels a throbbing pain in his heart, I don't know whether the rain is crying for Nanxun or mourning for her.

The wind was blowing, the rain was soaking wet, the wide robe was attached to the body, the exquisite curves were unobstructed, Qing Jiuying couldn't help blushing slightly, turned around and ran all the way into the inner room, pulled a fragrant brocade and ran back to the courtyard to wrap the painting.

"Master, it's raining so hard, don't get sick, go back to the house first. Qing Jiuying swept away his usual shyness, and pulled the painting heart hard, but where was the painting heart that he could pull, and the two of them were frozen in the torrential rain for a while.

"Is he blaming me?"

The painting heart muttered like a lost mind. She knew that if she hadn't been jealous yesterday, she would have sent Nan Xunnuan away, and Nan Xunnuan would not have been assassinated overnight.

"Master, what nonsense are you talking about, it's too late for Master to hurt you, how can I be willing to blame you. Qing Jiuying dragged the painting heart unrelentingly, and tried her best to say some sweet words to coax the painting heart, "The little county lord of Nan is dead, if you abuse yourself like this again, the master will be even more distressed when he sees it in a while." ”

"Is it?" Huaxin coughed violently, spit out a red on the ground, frightened Qing Jiuying's liver and gall, and before the exclamation could be released, he raised his head to face Huaxin's miserable white face and her trembling lips, "Xiao Jiu, you said, if Nan Xunnuan and I can only live one, who will he choose." ”

Qing Jiuying was stunned, and was woken up by the swift raindrops, and said comfortingly, "Now that she is dead, Master will only have you in the future." ”

"It's just me. Hehe" Huaxin leaned down and cried and laughed, his heart was like this majestic rain surging into the sea, like crazy, "but I would rather Nanxun Nuan be lukewarm by his side, I died for her, turned into the green bead around his waist, so that he will also keep me in his heart and never forget it." ”

"Master, what nonsense are you talking about?" Qing Jiuying looked at Huaxin and vomited blood, and was at a loss for a moment.

The rain kept falling, and the painting heart was tired of crying, and raised a pair of empty but cold eyes, which seemed to be crying blood, oozing red.

"I ...... It will be as he wishes. ”

The voice was trembling, delicate and weak, and the hairspring was drowned in the sound of wind and rain as quickly as a line.

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When he heard the news of the death of the lord of Nanxiao County reached Qingcheng, Qingcheng was furious, although he did not immediately raise troops to attack, but the forces buried in Qingcheng in the city had been stupid and moved these years.

There was a fire on the bank of the Lishui River where the lord of Nanxiao had an accident, the fire did not stop in the rain, stretched for dozens of miles, and the whole street fell into a sea of fire, screaming endlessly, the fire rushed to the sky, looking at the past from afar, it was as magnificent as the sunset.

Yue Xingyun stood in the rain for a long time, and then saw Shuyi coming in the rain, and the two people with heavy hearts were speechless all the way, and when they arrived at the conference hall, almost all the people with a little status in the pavilion, except for Tao Xin'er and Yun Yi, arrived.

After Shuyi sat down, there was silence in the meeting room.

In fact, all of you here are more or less resentful of Princess Yi's unreasonable trouble, and King Yi spoiled his wife and caused human life, so that the two cities went to war and lost their lives. It's just that no one dares to say this blame first.

Not only Wushuang Pavilion, but also the ten-mile long fire of Lishui, there are already rumors outside, some slander the painting heart, saying that Yihong Gongzi is really a genius who brings disaster to the country and the people, and there are also slanderers of Shuyi, saying that King Yi is a good male pet, indulgent dogs and horses, and is absurd.

The people's hearts have always been like this, and the merry prince has always been sought after in peaceful and prosperous times, once the troubled times are disputed, compared with life, nothing is worth mentioning.

"Before this king came, I believe that you have already made a judgment in your hearts, I don't know how you want to deal with it?" Shuyi did not show any panic or sadness on his face, and his eyes swept calmly over everyone.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one dared to touch Shuyi's moldy head first, and no one dared to reply to his words.

"What we mean is that the conflict arises from Princess Yi and the Lord of Nanxiao, as long as it is ......"