The vicious villain is pretending to be weak again

Speaking of this, Xing Ai was already powerless and prostrate on the ground, she closed her eyes sadly and let the tears flow down.

She understood that when Jiang Lingyi said these words, he wanted to leave her alone.

"Master..."

Xing Ai naturally regretted it. She had doubts in her heart long ago, but she stayed on the sidelines just because she was bored seeing the Queen Mother. Now that she finally saw Xu Guanlan, she naturally regarded him as the last straw.

Once the Marquis of Weiyuan collapsed, her love for Jiang Lingyi was completely destroyed.

She was afraid that such a person who destroyed his father and family in just half a year had the heart of a devil.

Jiang Lingyi looked at her drooping head with indescribably cold eyes.

"The life in Qingshan nunnery is miserable, you are still young, I am reluctant to keep you by my side and stay here with me for the rest of my life, so I specially asked the emperor's grandmother for a favor, and someone will come to pick you up later."

"Master!" Xing Ai called out sadly, then desperately crawled to Jiang Lingyi's feet and knelt down at Jiang Lingyi's feet, she earnestly pressed her forehead on the brocade thick shoe upper, crying blood every word.

"Master! This servant has served you since childhood. For ten years, your name has been engraved on the bones and blood of this servant. Your command. This servant should not make claims, let alone suspect you! You can punish this servant any way you want." , I am willing to go to Zhao Prison to be tortured, I am willing to go to Abi Hell, I am willing to get rid of the charcoal fire, as long as you can give me another chance to serve, I am willing to take away this body and blood, as long as I can stay by your side, You can punish your slaves however you like! Master... If you don't want your slaves anymore, you might as well chop them off with a knife!"

Xing Ai clenched her chin, trembling and pleading, she didn't dare to let her filthy tears fall on the snow-white upper, she could only hold her eyes tightly with her sleeves in embarrassment, but she couldn't help it in her throat. There were a few mournful sobs.

Jiang Lingyi pursed her lips, her eyes were indistinct, and she spoke softly after a long time.

"Xing Ai, this is grace."

At the conclusion, Xing Ai lost all her strength and collapsed on the ground, bursting into mournful cries.

She underestimated how hard Jiang Lingyi's heart can be.

When Xu Guanlan came to this courtyard, Xing Ai had already been taken down the mountain.

The room was empty, only Jiang Lingyi and Zan Xing were left.

Zan Xing looked a little depressed, but he was still standing aside to study ink for Jiang Lingyi.

"Why, do you regret telling me?" Jiang Lingyi naturally sensed her uneasiness, she put down the pen casually, rubbed her forehead, but Xing Ai's disheartened eyes flashed in her mind today.

She knew that she was acting too aggressively now, but if she really only relied on her status as Princess Baoxi, she might be jumping high, and in the eyes of others, she would be just a female family member.

The world is so ridiculous these days.

Her imperial grandmother, who can rule the country with literature and determine the country with martial arts, overcame all difficulties at the beginning, supported the two armies of Qilin Army and Zhenshan Army, and deterred Xijiang and Beili who were about to move, but In the end, it was nothing more than a sentence of foreign relatives intervening in politics and wolf ambitions.

While enjoying the glory and wealth by relying on the country guarded by the imperial grandmother, they also showed off their rotten descendant roots, wishing to jump up and trample all the women under their feet in order to defend their dignity as men.

Jiang Lingyi let out a mouthful of turbid air, and regained consciousness for three minutes.

No matter how you say it, Zan Xing and Xing Ai have known each other for many years. Although Zan Xing has a low temper, in fact, he values ​​friendship the most. Now that Xing Ai is suddenly sent away, she will inevitably be sad.

Just when Jiang Lingyi was in a trance, Zan Xing suddenly spoke.

"No regrets."

Seemingly feeling that this sentence was a bit short, Zan Xing took a breath and said it seriously.

"I will tell you everything I know, good or bad."

This is her most important sincerity as a dark guard.

Xing Ai is Jiang Lingyi's personal court lady, but she lives in the palace and meets ordinary people. Naturally, she learns Confucianism. Things beyond life.

But what Zanxing learns is sincerity, what he learns is to share the master's worries, he can do whatever it takes, and he can kill people like hemp.

She learned it.

Those who stand in the way of Jiang Lingyi will be killed without mercy.

Two completely different lives make Zan Xing and Xing Ai two extreme existences.

So these days, although Jiang Lingyi still uses Xing Ai heavily, she has never dragged her into this intrigue.

People's hearts are the most difficult to argue with. Every step she takes, she has already prepared the worst ability to see people.

Jiang Lingyi was silent for a long time before she nodded.

"Zan Xing, you've done a good job, you don't need to grind ink anymore, go down and make a new pot of tea."

She paused, then looked up at the half-closed door.

"I didn't know it before, you still have the habit of listening to the corner."

Hairpin's face changed slightly, he raised his head abruptly, and touched his waist vigilantly with his other hand.

Xu Guanlan, who had been exposed, raised his hand and pushed open the door. On his black robe, dark patterns roamed all over his body, and he walked in with a cold fog all over his body.

Today's weather is cold, but there has been no snow for a long time. It's just that the rain is mixed with ice and the cold wind is not any warmer than the heavy snow. In the gurgling hot blood, ice branches with clear veins were frozen one after another.

"Zan Xing, go down and make a new pot of tea." Jiang Lingyi repeated again.

This time, Zan Xing was stunned for three seconds before moving his footsteps.

Looking at Xu Guanlan's capable clothes that could be called thin, Jiang Lingyi, who wanted to question him, tightened her heart, but finally suppressed those words.

She stood up as if nothing had happened, walked up to Xu Guanlan, and patted the icicle on his shoulder herself.

One by one, it is very thorny.

Just as soon as he took a pat, his wrist was pinched gently.

"Stay still, it's cold."

"You know it's cold and you still have to come here in the middle of the night?" Jiang Lingyi twitched heartlessly and laughed.

"Or is it that your Zhongshu Ling is afraid that I, a thief pretending to be Princess Baoxi, will escape at night, so he came to arrest me personally?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Xu Guanlan pulled her hand down, rubbed the ice balls off her palm with his inner sleeve, and wrapped her warm palm around it as if feeling the coldness of her fingertips. Shallot fingertips.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Jiang Lingyi looked straight at him, and after a long silence, she mumbled something like a complaint.

"Xing Ai was sent away by me, and no one took care of me anymore."

She tried her best to open her eyes wide, and her tone pretended to be relaxed, but the vague astringency in her heart made her throat full of bitterness.

It's not easy to personally send away the person who has been with me for more than ten years.

Xu Guanlan lowered his head, cupped her fingertips reverently with both hands, and wrapped them tightly.

He said.

"You did very well."