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Jiang Wanzhou thought that Taishi Yu would order Luoyang to be martial law and track down the assassin.So he arranged the secret room overnight, preparing to hide Yao Ximu in it.But after two days, there was no movement outside, and no suspicious person appeared nearby to secretly investigate.There was also news that Taishi Yu had reached an agreement with Marquis Jiaye and had already left for Jinling.

Just when he was full of doubts, Yao Ximu ran away without leaving even a letter.Jiang Wanzhou turned his bed upside down, and found a crumpled note under the pillow, which read: I am entrusted by the young master, I have no face to see you again.

Yao Ximu's letters were always so simple and clear. Jiang Wanzhou crumpled the note into a ball, slammed it on the ground, and said in her heart: You bastard, I haven't punished him yet, and he ran away by himself!I still don't believe that he really won't come back!After getting angry, he began to worry——Yao Ximu still had injuries on his body, and he ran around with the injuries. Will the wounds heal well?

Of course it can't, Yao Ximu is not made of iron.After walking for forty miles, he didn't dare to go any further. As long as he exerted a little force, he could clearly feel that the wound was cracking, and traces of blood leaked from the flesh.

The wound thread has been removed, Wu Jin's golden sore medicine is very useful, before he left, he specially brought a bottle.

After spending the night at the farmer's house, Yao Ximu unbuttoned his clothes, silently applied the golden sore medicine on the wound, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and endured the pain.The severe pain lasts for less and less time, which means that the wound is getting better.Yao Ximu opened his eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, and was happy that he had a strong body.

The next morning, he took out money to buy the farmer's horse, and went straight to the Xiaochou Pavilion in Qianqiu Mountain without stopping.

It was mid-winter when we arrived at Qianqiu Mountain, the road was icy and the top of the mountain was covered with snow.Yao Ximu sold the horse in the small town at the foot of the mountain, and bought a pair of pure white fox fur from Orion, and wrapped it around his neck to keep out the cold.Relying on his excellent lightness skills, he went up the mountain neatly and calmly despite the snow and ice blocking the road.

He walked all the way to the Pavilion of Sorrows.

The servants of Xiaoshou Pavilion still recognized him, the steward personally brought him into the Nuan Pavilion, and hurriedly ordered someone to invite the pavilion master.

Song Yizhi was wearing a fox fur cloak, standing in the yard watching the snow scene.

A little snow fell in the sky just right, and the snow fell on the winter plums, arousing Song Yizhi's elegance, and wrote a poem on the spot: "Ice and snow fall on the branches and turn into white plum blossoms. Don't hesitate to let the snow fly away, but the damage to the flowers is easy to disappear."

The snow is beautiful, the flowers are beautiful, the pavilion is beautiful, and the Qianqiu Mountain is beautiful.

The only fly in the ointment is that Wu Jin is not by his side, so he cannot see each other and enjoy each other.

"Sigh." Song Yizhi sighed, since they got married, Wu Jin had been quarreling with him for more than a year, and everyone knew about it.Originally, when they got married that day, everyone only knew that Song Yizhi's wife was a man, okay, now everyone knows that that man is Wu Jin.Angrily, Wu Jin went back to Luomei Villa and stayed behind closed doors, not even writing a letter to Song Yizhi.Song Yizhi chased to Luomei Villa, and stood at the entrance of Meilin, he didn't dare to go in.After staying there for half a month, he accurately placed countless kites in the Houshan Yaolu, and each kite was full of his lovesickness.Wu Jin finally got impatient, and sent his subordinates to chase away the people, telling Song Yizhi to go back to the Pavilion of Sorrows. If he dared to come to Luomei Villa to look for him again, he would definitely work with Envoy Jiang Ying to level his Pavilion of Sorrows in Qianqiu Mountain. .

Song Yizhi listened to what he said this time, and he knew what he was saying, and he went back to the Pavilion of Sorrows honestly, relying on Hongyan's letter to express his inner thoughts about Wu Jin, almost broke Hongyan's wings, and waited for Wu Jin to come. A sincere reply with two words: annoying.

It was annoying, and Song Yizhi himself knew it was annoying, but he didn't regret it at all.At least Wu Jin is willing to pay attention to him now, is that far from happiness?

Song Yizhi looked at Baimei, looking forward to a better life in the future.Halfway through looking forward to it, the servant reported: "Mr. Wu's little apprentice is here."

Happiness came so fast that Song Yizhi didn't realize it for a moment. He took a step forward and got closer to his subordinates. He asked, "Who's here?"

"Mr. Wu's little apprentice is here."

"What did you say?" Song Yizhi rubbed his hands with a smile on his face, "Ah Jin must have been embarrassed to come and sent his little apprentice to talk to me." All the way to the living room.

"Little brother, did your master send you here?" Yao Ximu was sitting on a chair drinking tea and eating snacks, when he was startled by Song Yizhi's loud voice, he dropped the walnut cake in his hand to the ground.

Seeing him smiling like a spring breeze, Yao Ximu rolled his eyes, thought about it, and Shi Shiran said: "Yes." Then denied: "No."

The housekeeper stepped forward to untie Song Yizhi's cloak, and retreated knowingly.

Only Yao Ximu and Song Yizhi were left in the room, Song Yizhi sat down on the chair beside Yao Ximu, and said lazily: "Don't play tricks on me, tell me quickly, what did your master send you here for?" ?”

Yao Ximu answered irrelevantly: "The Pavilion of Selling Sorrows can sell the world's eternal sorrows, but how can the owner of the Pavilion of Selling Sorrows get rid of the sorrows? Can it only rely on good wine?"

"Little thing, speak up when you have something to say, don't go around in circles." Song Yizhi squinted his eyes and drank his tea with his head down.

"How about we exchange sorrow for sorrow?"

"Exchanging sorrow for sorrow?" Song Yizhi looked at him with a serious expression, and it didn't look like he was joking. Apart from joy in his heart, he also had some doubts, "Let's talk about your sorrow first."

"You promise to come down first, and I will tell you later."

Song Yizhi looked at him suspiciously for a while, then stood up, paced back and forth in the room, and said with a smile, "You kid, you're full of ideas, I really dare not promise you casually."

In order to show his sincerity, Yao Ximu said again: "My master is fine now, but a girl has been stalking him recently."

"Did he ask you to go up the mountain to bring me this sentence?" Song Yizhi poked his head towards him in great surprise, "To provoke me?"

Yao Ximu shook his head.

"what is that?"

Yao Ximu accepted what he just said, "Then tell me one thing, and I will tell you what my master said."

"Then what if I really don't know what you want to know?"

"There is nothing in the world that the Sorrow Pavilion doesn't know about."

"Of course there is. For example, what your master is thinking, I don't know."

Yao Ximu straightened his clothes, walked up to Song Yizhi and stood still, feeling a little proud in his heart: "I know, so I can only exchange this with you."

"Okay." Song Yizhi thought for a moment, and couldn't help laughing, thinking that Wu Jin sent this little thing to test himself on purpose, he didn't hesitate anymore, and spread his hands: "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

Yao Ximu stopped making rounds and cut straight to the point: "Eleven years ago, Yao Duwei's house caught fire in Jinling, and his whole family was buried in the flames." He tried to make his voice sound as gentle as usual: "This disaster is man-made, and the reason is, Who is in charge behind the scenes, does Pavilion Master Song know?"

Song Yizhi faced Yao Ximu, his smile froze on his face, and he couldn't help saying, "Oh, are you the kid who escaped?"

"You really know?!" Yao Ximu put his hands on the table, as if this would prevent him from falling down on the ground in excitement.

Song Yizhi nodded: "Now tell me about your master."

Yao Ximu was taken aback: "You didn't say anything?"

Song Yizhi folded his arms, confident: "I say something, you say something, this is a good deal."

Yao Ximu swallowed her saliva: "My master is very good, he didn't plan to get entangled with that little girl, and asked me what to do."

"Haha." Song Yizhi laughed and told him, "That's fine, this sentence is enough."

"Enough? There are many more below, you don't want to know."

"I want to know, I can't see Ah Jin, I want to know everything about him. But I can't continue to say what you want to know."

"Why?" Yao Ximu was disappointed.

"Because this is the worry of Jiang Jingshen, the former owner of Luomei Villa. He offered me a lot of money to keep it for him, and I agreed."

Yao Ximu pursed his lips, the truth was right in front of his eyes, but those who knew the truth refused to reveal anything to him.He lifted his robe and knelt in front of Song Yizhi, and kowtowed.

Song Yizhi lowered his eyes and looked at him: "What is this for? You are A Jin's apprentice, not mine. I can't afford you to do such a great gift."

Yao Ximu raised his head, and called him crisply: "Master!"

"Pfft——" Song Yizhi sprayed out all the tea he just drank into his mouth.

"Master, please accept my apprentice's bow." Yao Ximu kowtowed again.

Song Yizhi couldn't sit still, and he didn't want to accept his worship, so he suppressed his smile sullenly, and complained, "What are you doing, kid?"

"Master, although my master is unwilling to come, he still has you in his heart." Yao Ximu went up to beat Song Yizhi's leg very hard, with a sincere expression on his face: "With my apprentice here, I guarantee that my wife and master will be reunited as soon as possible." , rebuild the old one, reunite the broken mirror.”

"Shut up." Song Yizhi interrupted him: "What kind of reunion, A Jin and I have never broken it."

"Then be loving and loving until you grow old."

Song Yizhi reached out and stroked Yao Ximu's hair, and said sincerely: "My good boy, no wonder your master loves you."

After some psychological struggle, Song Yizhi came up with a compromise method, which can tell Yao Ximu the truth without being known as the news from Xiaochouge.He waved to Yao Ximu, leaned close to his ear, and said softly: "When you were eight years old, Xuanfeng Envoy escorted you to Luomei Mountain Villa."

"I have no impression of this at all." Yao Ximu was startled, and turned to look at Song Yizhi, his eyes darkened.Song Yizhi patted him on the shoulder, motioned him not to be surprised, and continued: "He used the soul-hunting technique on you, so you don't remember it. He knows more than me. If it doesn't work, you can go directly to the Meilou to find Zhai Xiangdi. But If you ask directly, they won’t say anything, so find a way.”

Speaking of this, Song Yizhi refused to disclose any more, because it was enough, Jin Dacheng and Zhai Xiangdi knew about it, and Yao Ximu was so smart, he should know what to do.

Song Yizhi looked at his leaving back with pity, and muttered in his mouth: "Ah Jin won't blame me for this."

Yao Ximu stopped in his tracks, turned around and said to him: "Master, you can write to my master and say that you are sick. It is a strange disease, and there is no cure for it. He will come as soon as he gets the news! "After speaking, he hurried down the mountain and rushed to Jinling without sleep, it was New Year's Eve.