After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Guangling.

The initial construction work of the Guangling Canal section had been completed. Before this, there had been a riot among the river workers, but fortunately it was suppressed.

The river was broad and calm, and everything was quiet at night. Xie Yunji sat in the continuous rain, feeling melancholy.

I used to not understand why the twin lotus flowers died and why the other one couldn't live long either.

Ever since Song Nihuan left, it was as if half of his life was taken away. Only then did he realize that he was born for love.

What about the establishment of a new dynasty and the future of the Xie family? When I think of these things, I only feel tired.

That day.

That day……

He could never forget the scene of that day.

When I returned to the villa, it was just daybreak, the sky was crab-shell blue, the surroundings were silent, and the strong smell of burnt earth filled my nose.

"Young Master..." Xie Ming followed and said, wanting to say something to comfort him but unable to open his mouth.

Xie Ming learned about the fire in the villa earlier than Xie Yunji. After putting out the fire, he waited outside the palace gate for the young master.

The fire has been extinguished, but there is still some white smoke coming out from a few places.

Xie Yunji said: "Don't come over."

Xie Ming had no choice but to stand still and watch the young master stride past him into the villa that had been reduced to scorched earth.

The gate to the courtyard is still there, but it was burned so badly that only its broken outline remains.

Xie Yunji stepped on the scorched earth step by step, looking around blankly.

Suddenly, the corner of his clothes was caught by something.

He suddenly lowered his head.

What was caught on the corner of his clothes... was the remains of a bamboo horse that he had made with his own hands. He had made it for his and her child.

His heart felt like it was hit by something heavy. He wanted to stand, but suddenly he lost his strength and fell to the ground.

She just left like that.

Was it suicide or an accident?

How could it be an accident... He has already protected the villa tightly.

In fact, ever since she lost her child, he could sense that she was in deep despair.

Don't want to come out.

Ni Huan...Ni Huan!

Why do you have to do this? Are you really going to abandon me like this?

Was I really wrong to take you away by force...

I am sorry.

An uncontrollable pain spread from the chest to the outside, and all the limbs and bones were in pain.

Xie Yunji held the burnt bamboo horse in his arms, his shoulders and back trembling for a long time.

He hated his persistence and obsession.

He was wrong.

It was wrong from the beginning.

Too bad she wouldn't give him a chance to make amends.

There is no chance anymore...

The night sky of Guangling is high and bright. Unlike the brilliant lights of Yunjing, the starry sky here hangs very low.

He often sat alone all night, watching the sky turn from pitch black to pale white. Then he waited for the moment when the sun set every day, telling himself that another day had passed.

The heavy dull pain in my heart did not diminish at all with the passage of time.

Seemingly on the verge of the abyss of despair, he tried his best to control himself, telling himself that he still had a hundred years of Xie family glory to shoulder and that he must not act recklessly.

But time was too long, depressing and bleak, as if it had stopped at the day she left.

Xie Yunji's eyes were dark and without any light. He stared at the sun that was about to rise not far away. The faint shadow was white and pale.

After standing for too long, the young man in blue felt cold all over and started coughing violently.

"Sir! Sir! So you are here. Something happened at the dam and the river workers don't know what to do. We are waiting for you to come and take a look!" said the river worker who came running from a distance anxiously.

"Which dam?" Xie Yunji asked after struggling to stop coughing.

"It's number two... number two dam!"

Oh, the one that mixed up the two kinds of gravel.

"Let's go," he said.

The two men walked very quickly, and the piles of rubble, wood, grass and reeds along the way quickly receded until they reached the river and the end of the fortifications, where there was no way to go any further.

He stopped and looked over, "What's going on?"

The river workers who had been bowing their heads just now changed into ferocious faces, and dozens of river workers walked out from the darkness.

Xie Yunji's eyes turned cold, and he instantly understood the other party's intention.

"Why did you deliberately lure me here?"

The leading river worker grinned and said, "It's your fault for meddling in other people's affairs. You don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is. We can only send you off!"

Before he could finish his words, they rushed over brandishing their weapons.

At dawn on a rainy spring day, there was a murderous aura blowing in the wind.

Xie Yunji's eyes were cold and fierce. He dodged the attack by leaning sideways. The folding fan in his sleeve swung out like a sharp blade, and several river workers fell to the ground.

Those river workers had never expected that such a frail scholar could master martial arts. After a pause, they exchanged glances and then rushed forward even more desperately.

We must not let him live!

Xie Yunji smiled silently, and the folding fan was as powerful as a rainbow, and it passed across the throat of the person in front of him like lightning, but the blood that was splattered in the sky did not stain his clothes at all.

He stood alone among the crowd in a blue robe. Those hunched and cowardly river workers made him look like a lonely crane in a cold pond.

The rising sun cast a golden edge on his entire body, and his graceful demeanor contrasted with the breeze and flowing clouds.

The gentle and elegant young man had a sharp look of extreme disgust in his eyes. He suppressed the nausea in his throat after killing and said, "You are looking for death."

In fact, the silence along the way was very strange, and he did not fail to notice it.

Just wanted to see what these guys were up to.

Really... really brave.

Xie Yunji had never killed anyone so wantonly. Kung Fu is a killing skill, but he was the legitimate son of the Xie family, a son of an aristocratic family, and the center of public attention. He did not need such gangster skills.

Nowhere to use.

Now, the folding fan is clanging, the cold air is creating wind, and turning your hand can turn into clouds and turning your hand can turn into rain.

The cold rain was drifting, and the gentle young man of the past was like a god of death at this dawn.

One figure after another fell at his feet.

The river was surging, the waves were hitting the rocks on the cliff violently, and the first ray of dawn dazzled the young man's eyes.

In the midst of the bloody storm, he suddenly stopped, with thousands of thoughts flashing through his mind.

If only this suffering could end...

If he could get rid of the power and restraints bestowed upon him by the nobles in this way...

It only takes a moment for people to be confused.

Fighting spirit collapsed and will fell apart.

The hope that rose from despair spread, and a fire began to burn in the cold chest.

He loosened his grip, and the folding fan fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of fishy dust.

Xie Yunji stepped back a few steps on tiptoe, and lost control of his strength in the first ray of sunlight.

Face up, drifting away in the turbulent river.

The young man closed his eyes, his voice was light and cold, yet full of infinite attachment: "Ni Huan, I'll accompany you."