The Words of the Number One

Qin Yu stared blankly at Ji Yu, then looked at me with only hope, and murmured, "Madam Ye..."

I looked at him, unmoved.

He was almost desperate: "I trust you so much, I will tell you everything...how can you deceive..."

"Sorry, but I can."

After a while of silence, Pei Mu crawled over first and grabbed the knife and handed it to Qin Yu. He demanded Qin Yu to kill himself. Qin Yu cried and shook his head, refusing to take the knife, but asked Pei Mu to kill him. They said sorry to each other confusingly, saying that they had hurt each other, and both of them had tears on their faces.

Ji Yu looked at them with her arms folded, smiling like she was watching an interesting drama.

He has always liked to stand behind the scenes, and it would be better if those who were tripped by him and killed by him knew nothing about him. I rarely saw him take the initiative to expose himself to the situation he set up.

He really hated Pei Mu.

When Ji Yu leisurely said that there was still a moment left, the knife happened to be in Qin Yu's hand. Pei Mu cried and begged Qin Yu to kill him, and even knelt down to Qin Yu and said that if Qin Yu died, he would kill himself immediately. As he spoke, he threw himself at Qin Yu's knife. When Qin Yu wanted to avoid it, he caught a glimpse of Ji Yu's relaxed and smiling face. He didn't dodge in a daze, and the knife pierced Pei Mu's rib, bleeding profusely. . Qin Yu's face was also stained with blood, and his hands were bright red.

"Wow." Ji Yu applauded: "Mr. Pei, you have successfully turned your son into a patricide."

He took a few steps closer, and leisurely withdrew the knife from Pei Mu's body, blood splattered all over for a while. Pei Mu had no strength to speak anymore, while Qin Yu hugged Pei Mu mournfully and burst into tears.

"Mr. Pei, do you really think it's better to be alive than to be dead? Your son will always remember that he killed you, and he will always hate me and himself. This life is like living in endless hell. Congratulations on sending your son to What a great father after entering the Infernal Hell," Ji Yuyou said.

Pei Mu's eyes suddenly widened upon hearing this, and then looked at Qin Yu with despair and pain, he kept shaking his head but Qin Yu just hugged him and cried.

What Pei Mu cherishes most is his son, and Ji Yu wants him to destroy him with his own hands.

Ji Yu narrowed her eyes slightly, and said: "All those who hurt me, I will make them suffer a thousand times more pain than me, and die in extreme pain. Thinking of this, I not only don't hate them, but feel pity for them."

Then he smiled and saluted Pei Mu as he did when he came here, a standard Yan Guo ceremony, the highest standard.

"Let's hate each other. Goodbye, Mr. Pei."

When Pei Mu died, Qin Yu had already cried out his tears, and sat on the ground blankly like a doll whose soul had been taken away. Ji Yu picked him up from the ground and walked out of Pei Mu's cell, and I locked the door again.

Qin Yu was still paralyzed in his hands and feet due to drug addiction. He looked at Ji Yu with dull eyes and said, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

"I said, if you killed your father, I will let you go."

Qin Yu gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "I hate you... I will kill you one day!"

Ji Yu laughed loudly. He threw Qin Yu into the carriage that had been prepared outside the door, and said, "I welcome you at any time, as long as you have the ability, I welcome you to kill me. But you have to think clearly, I am revenge You are also revenge, if I did wrong then you are wrong, if I am right then why did you kill me?"

He approached Qin Yu to help him wipe the tears off his face, smiled and said word by word: "In short, the moment you decide to take revenge, you should understand that we are no different, how much you hate me, you should hate oneself."

Qin Yu's face was pale, Ji Yu smiled, and told the coachman to hit the horse and leave.

Qin Yu should be sent to a very far place, very far away, we will leave Mu Yun tomorrow, and it will be difficult for him to find us.

Since then, he has no relatives in this world and is alone.

When the carriage disappeared from our sight, Ji Yu's almost crazy smile finally disappeared slowly. When we returned to Ye Mansion, Ji Yu seemed to be caught by the threshold, he shook twice and supported the door frame next to him, and stood there for a moment in silence.

I went to him and held his other hand. He turned his face away from my eyes and said softly, "Let's go."

Then he loosened the door frame, and walked forward as usual, stepping on the stone road reflected in the moonlight, everything looked the same as usual.

Except for his hands, which were extremely cold.

The next day, Mu Yun started to snow again, and news came from the cell that Qin Mu had committed suicide.

This round has finally come to an end, we are leaving Mu Yun.

Let's say goodbye to Mo Lan. Mo Lan hugged me tightly, she didn't seem to know what to say, she could only tell me to take care with red eyes. Yang Ji looked at us silently, we have caused him so much trouble, if he is not really a generous person, I am afraid he would like to drive us away at this moment.

When we left, people in the Ye Mansion also saw us off, and in the end they all called me Madam. No matter how much the people in Yefu know the truth, I have always played the role of Madam. With tears in her eyes, Fang's mother held my hand, her hands were calloused due to years of hard work.

For so many days, Mother Fang and I were almost inseparable. She is almost old enough to be my mother, and has always taken good care of me. The New Year's Eve dinner is also the one that I eat the most. But I also know that she is Ji Yu's person and participated in this bureau.

From the beginning to the end, until seeing off, I didn't take her kindness to me seriously.

She said hoarsely, "Ma'am."

"You can call me Jiujiu." I said with a slight smile.

Mother Fang raised her eyes to look at me, and called me tremblingly: "...Jiujiu. You...you should have a better time."

I froze for a moment, then nodded.

Han Bo didn't say anything from the beginning to the end. Before I got into the carriage, I remembered and said to Han Bo: "Lingshang made you a new padded jacket, and it should be sent over in a while."

He looked at me in surprise, his eyes flickered and he responded.

The last person to part is Song Changjun.

We took a carriage to the outside of the city together, but Song Changjun was on a different road from us, so when we left the city, we had to get off the carriage and head towards the direction he was going.

I said goodbye to him in the long pavilion, and Ji Yu stood away with a wink, and let the two of us talk.

Meeting him here was something I had never thought of, and it is very likely that I will never meet him again in this life.

Song Changjun sighed for a long time, and said, "I have troubled you."

I used you.

I smiled and shook my head: "Brother Chang Jun, why are you so polite."

He laughed, as if remembering something from the past.

"I still remember the first time I saw you. You were only three or four years old. Mrs. You asked you to call me Brother Changjun, and you kept hiding behind her. Twenty years have passed."

As he spoke, he seemed hesitant, watching me hesitate to speak. I also looked at him, just smiled and didn't speak.

He finally asked, he asked me: "Did Mrs. You mention...my father to you?"

I shook my head and said, "Never."

Song Changjun seemed relieved, but also seemed a little sad. I said to him: "Brother Changjun, if you feel sorry, write me in the history books. Just write my name, Jiang Jiuqing."

His father, my master, Master Ling, the former grand historian of Qi State, told me that those who remain in the history books will never die.

He nodded in response.

We ended up hugging like real brother and sister, and said goodbye, saying goodbye that we knew we would never see each other again.

I watched him leave, the tall and straight figure in a green shirt slowly disappeared at the end of the winding path. This is a really kind person, kind but not smart, but also very good. Just don't meet people like me and Ji Yu.

Although we helped him on the surface, but he was manipulated and thought that others were sincere, which is very tragic.

My mother, Mrs. You, likes to comment on ladies and lords with me. She tells everything she has seen in the harem.

Only there is no mention of Song Changjun's father, the former Taishi Ling.

I used to think that my mother had never had love in her life, and she told me that she had fallen in love with someone until before she died. But it was an untimely love, an infatuation with no ending, she was unwilling to give up the stable life she had finally obtained, so she never declared this love.

— But now I think, if there is a next life, I really want to see him again.

—I don't regret it, but I'm kind of sorry.

When she was dying, she smiled and said, I rarely saw her smile like this, full of love and nostalgia.

She also said that one day I will meet such a person.

I was about to be robbed.

"What are you thinking about?" Ji Yu's voice broke my thoughts, I turned to look at him, he finally took off the buttocks, revealing his long-lost handsome face.

He is so good-looking, every time I see him, I have such thoughts.

"Nothing, just some past events." I said.

He smiled and walked towards the carriage, so I walked behind him. He was walking fast again, and now that I was no longer his wife, he didn't have to slow down to wait for me. Don't hold my hand and pretend to be affectionate.

"Am I still useful? Won't you kill me?" I asked.

He stopped and looked back at me with cloudy eyes.

I think I have reason to suspect that the main purpose of his coming to me from the very beginning was for this bureau. He said I was smart, but he didn't necessarily need such a smart helper, obviously he was already meticulous enough. Now that the game is over, and I know so many things about him, is it necessary for him to keep me?

"Azhi, you never believed me." The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, but there was no smile in his eyes.

I also smiled and said, "I don't think I have reason to trust you, my lord."

The dream of tenderness and happiness is shattered so quickly.

Ye Lang, Jiujiu.

Ji Yu, Ah Zhi.

Everything returns to its original position.

Ji Yu looked into my eyes, and I also looked into his. We were both calm enough, our eyes were intertwined like soft ropes without showing sharpness, but we did not give an inch.

We drove all the way to the country of Zhao, and it was estimated that it would take more than ten days to reach the city of King Zhao. We drove during the day and stayed at the store at night.

On the first night of staying in the hotel, I couldn’t sleep well for some reason. I woke up in a daze and heard noises in Ji Yu’s room next door, so I lit a candlestick and went to his room to check.

His room was as usual, even though he had fallen asleep, there was still a light on, the light in the room was dim and yellow, and the outline of his shadow was blurred. He seemed to be saying something, but I couldn't hear it. So I put the candlestick on the table and approached his bedside, only to find that his frowning brow was covered with sweat, and his body was shaking uncontrollably, as if he was struggling in some bondage. The words in his mouth were still vague, and he didn't know what to say.

It was probably a nightmare.

So I sat beside his bed and pushed his shoulder: "My lord, my lord."

Ji Yu was unmoved, his hands tightened the mattress, but he refused to wake up.

I pushed his arm harder and raised my voice slightly: "Ji Yu, wake up."

But he suddenly grabbed my wrist, with such strength that I took a breath in pain, trying to break free but couldn't. He was still stuck in a dream with his eyes closed, as if he had been bound by layers of dreams in the dark depths, no matter how much I called him he couldn't wake up.

If you have a nightmare, you usually wake up with fright, why can't he wake up?

I heard him seem to be talking again, and I bent over to listen. His pale lips parted and closed, and I finally made out what his faint voice was saying.

help me.

He was saying "Help me".

Desperate and humble, the slight voice of a kitten.

I stared blankly, looking up at him. Under the dim light, his eyebrows were frowned, his eyelids trembled slightly, his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead in a messy way, he looked like a piece of white tissue paper, which could be easily touched with a light poke. broken.

Before I could react, I kissed him. A very, very light kiss, and for a moment I felt the warmth and dryness of his lips, and his breath that was disturbed by nightmares.

A little itchy and a little sour.

As long as he is still conscious, he will not say such humble words as "save me" to me. Only when I have the courage to kiss him.

I wiped his sweaty forehead with my sleeve, and said softly, "Ah Yao, don't be afraid."

"Ah Yao, that was a dream."

"Ayao."

I called him softly one after another, his brows were slowly released, and his tense body loosened a little bit. He still hasn't woken up, but the nightmare doesn't seem to haunt him anymore.

But he kept holding my hand very tightly, as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw and refused to let go. After trying to break free a few times to no avail, I simply gave up.

During the day, I was exhausted from traveling and traveling, and I was cold and unable to sleep peacefully lying on the bedside. I saw that his bed was very spacious, so I simply slept next to him. As for how he blamed me for waking up in the morning, I didn't have time to worry about it.

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Ji Yu—King of cannonballs, reverse right and wrong skill +1

Jiang Jiuqing—diamond mouth, auxiliary skills +1