a killer friend of mine

After Qiuyang finished playing a piece, he left quietly amidst the chatter of the guests.

Now the entire capital is shocked by the news of the death of Qiu Zhen, who is also the governor of the three towns, and the whispers in the streets and alleys all mention this matter cryptically.As the Jiedu envoy of the separatist side, Qiu Zhen has always been a potential threat to the court, but his reputation among the people is not bad. Now that he died, it was as if a big rock had been thrown into a turbulent oil pan. The complex situation will undergo earth-shaking changes.

Qiuyang didn't pay much attention to these things. Qiu Zhen's death may affect the world's changes, but she is just a speck of dust in this world, because she is too easily affected, so she has nothing to care about.

She pushed open the door, saw the thin figure standing beside the bed, swallowed back the exclamation that almost blurted out, and gently closed the door.Wen Shisan often subconsciously shows a sense of alienation that rejects people thousands of miles away, like a knife in a sheath, approaching will cut your fingertips.But those instances are rare and fleeting, quickly masked by a cloak of mildness.At this time, he didn't restrain himself at all, and the indifferent breath condensed around him, lingering for a long time, like a bird entwined around him.

Two unrelated things suddenly established a secret connection in Qiuyang's mind, and the sudden inspiration gave her a cleverness.She lowered her voice and asked, "Did you kill Qiu Zhen?"

There seemed to be a slight sigh in the air, Wen Shisan turned around, stared at her for a while, and had nothing else to say except a "hmm".

Qiuyang clenched the silk handkerchief in his hand, and managed to find some comfort in his fear: the time... the time is wrong... but Wen Shisan seemed to see through her thoughts, pouring himself tea while saying, "Listen Did you ever say that Liezi relies on emptiness to control the wind? If you get it right, it’s not difficult to travel thousands of miles a day.” He took a sip from his teacup, but those dark eyes stared at her without blinking. Compassion, seems to hope that this sentence will drive her into a desperate situation, but also seems to not want her to know about it at all.

Qiuyang supported the table and sat down. Only now did she realize how clearly Wen Shisan was walking on the edge of a steep and steep cliff. Even a weak gust of wind might push him to pieces.

Wen Shisan thoughtfully poured tea for her, and at the same time asked with a faint smile, "Why didn't you ask me to kill him?"

Qiuyang didn't look at him, and replied in a low voice: "If I can't stop you, there's no point in asking—but you definitely didn't kill him because of yourself." Wen Shisan's expression froze slightly, and she continued, "Chou There must be expert protection around Zhen, you were injured that time, you were injured by his guards, right?" This sentence reminded Wen Shisan, he subconsciously stroked his left shoulder, and smiled slightly: "It's healed. "In an instant, he became that gentle and refined aristocratic young man again, with calm and gentle eyes and a relaxed manner.He went to grab the woman's hand, but she didn't resist and squeezed the boy's hand tightly.His fingertips were slightly cool, and looked well maintained, but only after he actually touched them would he find that they were covered with thick calluses, which should be caused by years of practicing weapons.

The two hands were tightly held together, as if they were a wonderful piece of porcelain that was originally one. Qiuyang put the other hand on the back of his hand, looked at him for the first time since entering the door, and earnestly begged: "You kill, I will kill you!" I can't control it, but you must be careful not to get hurt again."

Wen Shisan originally wanted to smile mischievously, but he couldn't smile when he met her eyes. He thought he was locked up, and the floating kite could no longer fly as high as he wanted, but there was also an extra An rest's retreat.

He saw his own reflection in those eyes mixed with the dust of the world, as if it was a whirlpool with strong gravitational force, almost burying his soul in it.

After a long silence, he blinked and nodded: "Okay." He let go of his hand, picked up the folding fan on the table, and played it skillfully: "I can't come these days."

Qiuyang paused: "Why?"

Wen Shisan tapped on the window sill with his folding fan, and said calmly, "Emperor Xie Yan is coming back, haven't you noticed that the number of guards in the capital has doubled recently?"

Qiuyang said with emotion: "I want to come here today and I am eager to miss my daughter, and I am afraid that there will be no accidents, so I am a little nervous."

The story of Xie Yan has always been the talk of people after dinner: She is the youngest daughter of Jinshang, who was only two months old when she was predicted by the Taoist priest Qingxu of Baiyun Temple to have a bad future and be seriously ill. If she wants to avoid disasters, she must practice with him. Only by not seeing others for 16 years can you avoid suffering.Now that he is on the Taoist path, he also admires Taoist Master Qingxu very much, and he firmly believes in this, but he is always reluctant to let her go, so he still entrusts his young daughter to Taoist Master Qingxu to be raised.Today, it has been 16 years, and it is the day when Xie Yan returns home.

"Even though Di Ji has not been in the palace these years, she is always remembered by the present, and carries a lot of weight. Now that she is back in the palace, His Majesty will celebrate her grandly. It is a good time to flatter her. I'm afraid I won't be free recently." For some reason, Qiuyang always felt that there was a little insincere in the tone of his words, and even a little unspeakable sarcasm.

Qiuyang suddenly felt a little jealous of this princess who had never met before and had a miserable life experience: they were a young boy and a girl respectively, with similar ages and similar family backgrounds, maybe that Di Ji was as beautiful as Wen Shisan...

She asked abruptly: "Is the emperor going to choose a son-in-law for the emperor?"

Wen Shisan was taken aback for a moment, and the hand holding the fan seemed to be a little stronger: "I don't know, but... that's right, she is sixteen after all..." His expression seemed to have been reminded of a very serious situation. question.

"Are you sixteen?"

Wen Shisan stared at her intently: "Yes, I happen to be sixteen this year." He seemed anxious and nervous, and asked dryly, "What do you want to say?"

Qiuyang twisted the silk handkerchief and said dryly, "Maybe you..."

Only then did Wen Shisan understand what she was thinking, couldn't help laughing out loud, patted her on the shoulder and said, "It's impossible for me to be with her." Then he casually commented: "A girl who hasn't dealt with anyone for 16 years, Maybe some heartless monster."

Qiuyang frowned and reprimanded: "You don't want to die?"

Wen Shisan shrugged, looking completely indifferent.