III Jiangshan

secret?

What kind of secret can there be?

The king of a country is rich and carefree, she likes to pretend to be mysterious, and has her courtiers, her close servants, and her concubines to flatter her.Being held up and used to by everyone, after a long time, she will no longer care about what other people think in their hearts, right?

Mochi thought disdainfully in his heart.

She didn't think about whether this "secret" of Yuan Youqi was related to her.

How about thinking?So what if you don't think about it?

Shrinking the head is a knife, extending the head is also a knife.

She knew very well what her final outcome was.It is not difficult to imagine what the outcome of offending the emperor will be.

She was not afraid of death, nor was she afraid that Yuan Youqi would be irritated and torture her in different ways; and Liyin Pavilion, the place she was supposed to cling to, where there were tyrannical pavilion masters and indifferent people, made her even more angry. Dejected.Now, what she wants is probably nothing more than "the truth of the past".

Since when did everything change?

I am no longer the self who wants revenge wholeheartedly, and is no longer the self who blindly listens to the indoctrination in Liyin Pavilion?

Hearing and believing...

Adding such a word in front of Liyin Pavilion, no matter what the truth is, one's heart is already biased.

Mochi didn't want to delve into the inner turmoil behind this "biased heart".

So what?

Regardless of whether the Ran family was destroyed in the hands of the emperor who was the king of Wu at that time, after all this was over, she had nothing to miss.

In the world, apart from misery and coldness, there is indifference and desolation. She has no relatives to miss, so let her follow her relatives to where they went!

That's what Mochi thought at the moment.

It's easy to be cold, but it's not easy.

For example, Mochi, she has planned her own ending.She won't wait for Yuan Youqi to give her the death penalty, or torture her, humiliate her, she has already thought about it, and she will kill herself when the time comes.

The ancient sages have the character of "rather to be broken than to be whole". Her life is not blessed, even if she reads poems and books, learns piano, chess, calligraphy and painting and other elegant things, she has no sustenance, and she can only end herself in this way. To sacrifice the ambition in the chest.

Would you rather break the jade?

Mochi's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but look up at Yuan Youqi's white hair on the sideburns.

Is this also the result of "I'd rather die than jade"?

Then, she felt a pain in her heart: So, she is Nawa?

The tiles that are as low as the dust can never be compared with jade... Even if the jade has been broken into powder, the tiles are still complete and brand new...

Mochi immediately broke into a bitter smile, thinking what am I thinking?Are you crazy and want to be her tile?Ah!How ridiculous!

Yuan Youqi picked up a few mouthfuls of rice at the beginning, and then looked at Mochi with great interest.

Mo Chi ate very attentively, obviously hungry.

Her little movements when eating, little habits when moving her chopsticks, the amount of dishes and rice that match her mouth, the frequency of chewing...all of these are the same as her in her previous life.

Yuan Youqi gradually stopped eating, she likes to observe every little detail of the ink pool that is almost indistinguishable from Gu Heng.She observed and tasted bit by bit, and the little happy bubbles in her heart gradually gathered into a strong feeling called happiness.

She really wanted to touch the redness and swelling on Mochi's cheeks that had obviously subsided, she really wanted to poke the cheeks that bulged when Mochi chewed, and even more wanted to pinch the vacant catkin...

Before Yuan Youqi put these charming ideas into practice, he found that Mochi's expression changed.

What's up with her?

Yuan Youqi reacted very quickly to all the conditions of Mochi, and she regarded Mochi's body as more important than her own.

"Did it touch the wound?" Yuan Youqi hurriedly asked.

As she spoke, she straightened up and approached the ink pool.

Her body's reaction was faster than her brain's, and she instinctively wanted to confirm whether the ink pool was involved in the wound.

The wound, besides the one on the face, isn't it on the lower abdomen?

When Mo Chi heard the words, he dodged instinctively.

"The wound is fine! No need to work, sir!" Mo Chi said while hiding.

Since she has made up her mind to die, she doesn't want to have any more physical relationship with Yuan Youqi.

Her intention to dodge is obvious.

Yuan Youqi's outstretched paws froze, feeling a little lost.

Good points!

She curled her lips, but didn't take it to heart.

Mochi moved the wound on his lower abdomen because of his anxious backward movement, and the heart-pounding pain hit him again.

She clenched her teeth and endured the severe pain.

The moment the breath was relieved, there was a warm palm on the forehead unexpectedly.

"Still so stubborn... It obviously hurts..." Yuan Youqi's voice sounded above his head, full of helplessness and connivance.

Mochi: "..."

The word "return" made her frown slightly. She didn't think that a person of her status would have any "stubborn" past that could be remembered deeply by a person of her status.

"I'm breaking out in a cold sweat..." She heard Yuan Youqi whispering again.

Immediately, a certain smooth and delicate touch brushed her forehead and sideburns, and Yuan Youqi actually took out the silk handkerchief that she carried with her, and wiped her thin sweat.

The inkwell suffocated.

One is because of Yuan Youqi's aura on the silk handkerchief, and the other is because of Yuan Youqi's gentle movements.

What this person has for himself is not a desire to flirt or play, but to really care about himself...

Mochi's heart trembled involuntarily following Yuan Youqi's gentle movements.

Is this person crazy?

No matter how imitated, Dong Shi is Dong Shi, and he cannot become Xi Shi!

Mo Chi didn't realize that he, who had always been self-confident, actually described himself as a vulgar and artificial ugly woman.

She turned her neck stiffly, lowered her eyes, and tried her best to ignore Yuan Youqi's approach.

She dared not close her eyes.Past experience told her that doing so would only sharpen her sense of smell.

Once a person blocks a certain perception, other perceptions will be extremely sensitive, just like when she fell asleep yesterday, Yuan Youqi treated her... When she woke up, the strange and charming breath between her lips and teeth was still there.

Yuan Youqi didn't take advantage of her drowsiness to belittle her, she fed her rice porridge lip to lip, she saved her life in this way.

Mochi would rather, Yuan Youqi never did that kind of thing to her.

Forced by the situation, they did the most intimate thing between two people, second only to bedtime. Then she actually firmly remembered Yuan Youqi's breath and taste, facing Yuan Youqi's reunion Approaching, she actually began to tremble uneasy.

In Mochi's original intention, he didn't want to do this at all!

The shift of sight made it impossible for Mochi not to see the ornaments on Yuan Youqi's belt——

That royal blue purse.

This thing is a very strange existence.

With Yuan Youqi's identity, her clothes, belt, accessories, tiara... everything around her can be described as "invaluable", which is definitely not an exaggeration.Every time Mo Chi sees her, he sees her in different attire, or Shu brocade, or Suzhou embroidery, or leather belt, or jade crown, and there is no time when she is the same.

There is only one thing, which is this sapphire blue purse, a half-worn purse, which is always fitted around Yuan Youqi's waist, and has never been left behind.

It can be seen how important this half-old purse is to Yuan Youqi.

After Mochi found out about this, he guessed that the purse came from the woman Yuan Youqi cared about the most.

She passed away, and she wore it all the time, as if she was still by her side.

What a hopeless and profound affection this is!

While Mochi sighed at this obsession, he also laughed at Yuan Youqi's ridiculousness of hanging around the woman's embroidered purse on his waist, but still lingering on someone who resembles that woman.

Everyone is ridiculous.

Isn't it ridiculous?

That woman has been gone for many years, right?Are you still counting on this person to miss you forever?

Isn't that too bitter?

Later, without knowing when it started, Mochi found a reason for Yuan Youqi.She felt even more ridiculous.

Now, it was the first time for Mochi to observe this purse up close.

She stared fixedly, trying to distract herself so that she wouldn't be dazzled by Yuan Youqi's breath.

Just looking at it like this, even the auspicious pattern on the purse was a bit worn out, and it was unforgettable.With a thought in Mo Chi's mind, he suddenly felt an impulse——

She wanted to know what was in this purse at the moment.

It must be something related to that woman, right?definitely is.

What would it be?

I really want to see you last time!

Even if it's just a glance...

Mochi stared at the purse with some obsession, unaware of the strange light shining in his eyes.

The more she looked at the purse, the more familiar it became.

As a result, Mochi didn't see what was in the purse, but instead looked at his own mind in a daze.

A severe dizziness rushed into her brain, followed by a short, violent throbbing pain, as if her brain had been severely beaten.

The accident came without warning, Mochi was caught off guard, and with a muffled snort, he leaned forward and fell straight into Yuan Youqi's arms.

While the throbbing pain was still alive, a picture that came from nowhere appeared in her mind forcibly——

A person who looked like a young woman was leaning against the window, meticulously embroidering a brand new royal blue purse stitch by stitch.Under her needlework, peach branches, bats... auspicious patterns appear one by one on the royal blue material.

She embroidered very carefully, as if she had put all her thoughts and expectations into it.

In the end, she held up the purse, looked and looked at the warm sunshine outside the window, and added and corrected it countless times before she felt satisfied.

All of this is actually not a picture that can be seen in a moment, but it flashes like lightning in Mochi's mind, and it is extremely clear.

What's this?Is it a dream?Hallucination?

Why, so familiar?

Mochi tried his best to open his eyes wide, searching for the impression of the young woman's appearance, but his body was overwhelmed, and after another burst of pain in his head, she passed out in Yuan Youqi's arms.

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