"Story of Caiyun Kingdom" Yunji

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In a thatched hut in the suburbs, Yunji returned the sandalwood box to You Shun: "It's safer for you to take this away. Everything you want me to prepare is in the house, and the quantity should be enough. Also, Lord Li Shen Come to Guiyang."

"I see." You Shun put away the wooden box, and gently stroked Yun Ji's back as if comforting, "You should be careful in Guiyang alone, take a good rest, and find a way to get there when the time comes."

Yun Ji nodded: "Please also be more careful, leave Madam Lin's side to me."

In the middle of the night, Yunji quietly opened her eyes, and suddenly raised her drooping right hand.A silver light flashed, and the sound of the blade cutting through flesh was clearly audible.

"Ah, what a pity, it would have been better if it was darker." Yunji lit a candle on the table beside her, "Master Ling Yanshu, it's polite to knock on the door before entering a room."

"I don't think You Shun will care." Yan Shu smiled and sprinkled the hemostatic medicine on the wound on his neck, "It's really lucky that it doesn't affect your vocalization."

You Shun, who was thinking about the problem quietly, said, "Yan Shu, none of this has anything to do with Yun Ji."

"If you want to blame, blame her for choosing to walk with you all the way." Yan Shu said, dodging the silver needle issued by Yun Ji, and drew out the dagger to fight with Yun Ji.

The short-term loss of divine power and the days of running around made Yunji exhausted quickly, and her movements slowed down. Yan Shu caught the flaw and knocked the silver chain into the air.Yan Shu cornered Yun Ji, blocking all her actions.

"It's over, Hongyun Ji."

Yun Ji smiled, watching Yan Shu push the dagger into her chest little by little, and then lost consciousness.

Yan Shu left Yun Ji, looked around the thatched hut, and turned around reminiscently: "It's been a long time since I came here. It seems to be back to the past, You Shun."

You Shun leaned on the wicker chair, chatting with Yan Shu.The snow outside is still falling.

"Yu Shun, I don't think there is a cruel villain with better brains and worse personality than me. You are the only one who can piss me off. I like the fact that you are not cute the most,... and hate it the most."

...In the small hut that looked like a toy box, there was a clear and snapping sound.

Wang Ji and King Ling watched Sima Xun treat Yan Shu's wound.Wang Ji frowned slightly: "You Shun won't mention it, are you sure Hong Yunji is dead?"

"The knife went into the heart, and if there is no timely treatment, she probably won't survive." Yan Shu's voice was a little hoarse, "Besides, I left her in a hidden corner, so no one will notice her. "

"I hope so." Wang Ji's expression didn't change because of this answer, "Hong Yun Ji is not Hong Xiuli."

In the Zhengshitang, the peak season has already replaced You Shun's position, and the heads of various departments are waiting for something with different expressions, and there is a dead silence.

"Master Wang Ji, may I still not find the whereabouts of Zheng Shangshuling and Hong Youpushe?" Guan Feixiang seemed to ask this out of pure concern for the two.

Wang Ji replied coldly: "I don't know about this. They gave up their official reserve and left the court at this time. There is nothing worth noting."

Fengzhu seemed to use a lot of strength to calm down her anger: "Everyone knows that they left under the 'escort' of your subordinates."

Yan Shu, who was wearing a high-collared official uniform for the first time, interjected: "Let's start today's topic, don't waste time on such insignificant things."

A weak voice sounded from outside the door: "Indeed, compared with the whole country, Master Youshun is irrelevant to my life, not worth mentioning at all."

Everyone turned their heads to the door in unison, and the hall door opened slowly. Against the light, only a slender and straight figure could be seen walking into the hall step by step.Wang Ji and King Ling exchanged glances.

When Yun Ji stopped, everyone could see her current situation clearly: her face was as pale as paper without a trace of blood on her face; her long hair was scattered behind her, making her look extremely weak; her right hand was tightly pressing on her left chest, and a dagger was inserted straight into her chest. At the position of the heart, the blood stained her water-red official uniform even more vividly.

Wang Ji suddenly felt a chill down his back: What kind of enemy did he provoke?Even though he was fatally injured, he walked into the royal city step by step.What's even more frightening is that even then she was still standing straight, with a clear head and a smile on her face.

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