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"His Royal Highness, this knife... I know. But does His Majesty really give way?" Chen Che knelt on the ground and asked while holding the box in both hands.

Bai Lin's eyes never left the unconscious person on the couch.Just now he watched Ruan Qingjue faint in his arms, but it seemed that something woke up from his body.

He held Ruan Qingjue's hand tightly, although everything was in vain, but he was still reluctant to let go.

The temperature in the house was much lower, and the lanterns under the eaves were shaking slightly.

A person quietly opened the door and walked in.

Chen Che drew his sword to protect Bai Lin, but was thrown out by the man with a flick of his sleeve.

The comer wore a golden silk crown with his hair tied up, and a golden dragon was embroidered on his long black robe.He bent down to pick up the knife from the ground, and slowly unsheathed it.

"This is the one that killed Xiaoyun? I didn't expect that the scourge that has caused thousands of years would really die." He turned his head to look at Bai Lin, "Grandson is so elegant that even his own father will not let him go. But one person is stronger than others Master, how long can you go crazy?"

"What are you doing here?" The figure in the vague memory of childhood intersected with it, and Bai Lin did not expect that Emperor Changping would really come back.

"Oh, you don't have to worry, I will be out of my wits soon after I come back privately, if I can't find Xiaoyun, I won't come to you, so do you know where Xiaoyun is?" Emperor Changping was only half white when he died, Now it looks like it is full of frost.

Bai Lin didn't understand why a ghost who came and went freely couldn't find the person he was looking for, or did he just want to come here to wake him up?

It's a pity that we don't know.

Emperor Changping's thoughts became more and more chaotic, and Bai Lin vaguely understood from his words that they met during the Cold Food Festival.

Sometimes people meet and get acquainted on the same day, and that's how they are.

At that time, Fan Yun was wearing a sky-blue robe and walking in the drizzle holding an umbrella. The thin layer of oil-paper umbrella was mercilessly scratched by willow branches, as if silently accepting a torture.

He walked to the bridge, looked at the people who had been waiting for him for a long time, and asked not why Emperor Changping promoted him knowingly, but said in a somewhat joking tone, "I don't want to be a soldier for a lifetime, and I don't want to be famous. , I only hope that it will start well and end well, that when I get old, I can still live to watch this misty rain and let my whole life go.”