The princess and the lord are brothers and sisters

Ji Yinrong was practicing cross-legged exercises in the room, recuperating and recuperating, and an anxious voice sounded outside: "Wu Shuang has something urgent to see the master."

"Come in." Ji Yinrong returned to his seat and slowly opened his eyes.

Wushuang opened the door and entered, rushed to the bed and knelt down: "I implore master to allow Wushuang to go to Heishi Mountain to look for Liuyun."

Wushuang came coldly, never seen her so impatient, Ji Yinrong said in a deep voice, "What's wrong with Liuyun?"

"Yang Pianran said that Liuyun was seriously injured, and after parting with her at Heishi Mountain, there has been no news. Master, Wushuang begs you, please let me go!"

Ji Yinrong sighed, "Wushuang, you get up first."

Wushuang hesitated for a while, and slowly stood up.

"Going to Jiangxia is a very important matter, you must go there yourself..." Seeing her opening her mouth to speak, Ji Yinrong interrupted: "It's not good for you to find someone alone, it's better to send someone under your sect Go out and look for it! If necessary, let the Marquis of Yizhou send an elite army to look for it together."

Wushuang's brows were tangled, and he said with embarrassment: "But if the Fenghua sect is transferred away, if Meng He Nasha finds him, who will protect the master..."

Ji Yinrong said indifferently: "Leave no trace and no shadow. If Meng He Nasha really comes, it won't help if there are too many people. Don't delay, go!"

Wushuang's eyes became hot, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily, getting up to leave.Remembering that the Uzi sword was still in his hand, he walked back and offered the sword way: "Master, this..."

Ji Yinrong glanced at it, and his eyes suddenly jumped: "Didn't you ask you to return it to the princess?"

"Princess, she... She said it's not hers, she doesn't want it anymore."

These words hit Ji Yinrong's chest like a hammer, his face turned pale suddenly, and he subconsciously held his chest.

"master!?"

Ji Yinrong raised his hand to prevent Wushuang from approaching, his face was still pale, but his expression calmed down: "I'm fine. You put down the sword, just back away!"

Wushuang glanced at him worriedly, and seeing that his face was calm, he put the Uzi sword on the ground, cupped his hands and said, "Wu Shuang resigns."

The door closed softly.

Ji Yinrong opened his eyes, staring blankly at the Uzi sword on the ground.Suddenly, I felt that I was the sword.Cold, lonely, superior and domineering, but in the end, it is nothing more than a discarded object that others hate.

His face twitched slightly, revealing an expression about to cry.

But if you look closely, his face is dry, only his eyes are shining with water.

***

The sky is gray and white, and the rolling river is also the same smoky gray, just like the mood of leaving people.

"Meimei, you are still seriously injured and have lost all your martial arts. How can I rest assured that you will go back to Jiangnan alone? Why don't you think about it again..."

Yang Meili took her brother's hand, smiled, and said, "Brother, take care of yourself. You must promise me that you must find that genius doctor and bring Wu Yao back to life."

Seeing that she was determined, Yang Yingjun had no choice but to tell her blindly: "You must be careful on your own, and you must be on guard against others. Don't trust strangers too much. Eat well on the road, and don't waste money. Qian, it’s almost winter, remember to wear more clothes, there is a war in the south, you must..."

"Okay brother," Yang Meili couldn't laugh or cry: "Why are you acting like an old lady? I have grown up and can take care of myself."

Yang Yingjun looked at the tall and big sister, his eyes were red: "I have grown up..."

Yang Meili also felt uncomfortable. She opened her arms and hugged the only relative in the world, sobbing: "Brother, I'm leaving..."

Yang Yingjun patted her on the back, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"I will wait for your return in Jiangnan, and I will fulfill my promise to give you a living environment where there is no fear, no worries, and no worries. Trust me."

Yang Yingjun hugged her tightly: "Brother, I just hope you are safe..."

"I will..." Yang Meili took a deep breath, forced back tears, let go of her hands, walked down the pier without hesitation, and boarded the ferry.

Yang Yingjun stared at it bewilderedly, feeling his heart was in a ball.

"Princess Ji?"

The familiar voice startled him, he hastily wiped away his tears and turned his head, only to see Wushuang walking with a burden on his back, looking at him in surprise.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The two spoke almost in unison.

Wushuang said: "I was ordered to go to Jiangxia on business."

Yang Yingjun was surprised: "Then you don't care about Shangguan?"

Wushuang's expression darkened, and he said, "I have already assigned someone else to look for it." After a pause, he said in a strange way: "Are you still angry?"

Caught off guard, Yang Yingjun was stunned: "Huh?"

Wushuang looked at him with complicated eyes: "Although the master didn't say anything, I can see that he is in a bad mood. As for why he is in a bad mood, I think you should know why I don't tell you..."

Yang Yingjun's face turned cold: "His business has nothing to do with me."

Wushuang said anxiously: "What happened that day, master..."

"I asked him like that before," Yang Yingjun interrupted her coldly, with disappointment in his frosty eyes, "Please ask him to take the prince away. And what about him? He wanted to burn her alive..." Speaking later, His voice trembled unconsciously, thinking of the situation that day, he still had lingering fears, "No, I can't blame him for this. It's all my own stupidity, stupid enough to think that I can be friends with a cold-blooded and cold-hearted monster; stupid enough to put my own relatives ...the only kinsman handed over to him; stupid enough to believe a wolf in sheep's clothing...it's all my own stupidity, and I can't blame anyone else."

After listening silently, Wushuang sighed: "Master, he is just used to plundering, this is his instinct..."

Yang Yingjun didn't want to listen any more, and said: "Yu Jia... No, Wushuang, although we can't be called friends, we have been through fire together, and we have gone through hardships together. Can I ask you something?"

Wushuang never thought that one day she would be able to talk to Yang Pianran calmly, "What's the matter?"

"My lord is on board, can you take care of her on the way south?"

Wushuang glanced at the ferry in surprise, and sure enough, he saw Ji Yinli standing at the bow of the boat, looking at this side coldly.

"...He hates me for killing his two personal servants, and I'm afraid he doesn't want to be taken care of by me."

Yang Yingjun also knew that his request was outrageous, but he was really worried about Meili alone, especially since she was still very weak and lost all her martial arts.

"Anyway, please."

Wushuang looked at the real worry in the eyes of the person in front of him, and remembered the scene of her rescuing Ji Yinli outside the Jiuxiao Temple that day, somehow his heart softened, and he gave a soft "hmm".

Yang Yingjun smiled with relief.

Wushuang tapped his feet, jumped up, and landed lightly on the ferry.

Yang Meili stared at her vigilantly: "What did you just say to my... princess?"

Wushuang sat down and said: "I was ordered to go to the south of the Yangtze River this time to reach an agreement with your Southern Dynasty navy to temporarily truce and unanimously communicate with the outside world. I don't know what the King of Zhennan thinks?"

Yang Meili narrowed her eyes and sat down slowly.

Yang Yingjun on the shore heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the two of them were not at war, but were talking happily.Watching the ferry go away and disappear into the gray and white heart of the river, Yang Yingjun recalled a poem he had learned a long time ago in the cold wind: The lonely sail is far away, the shadow of the blue sky is gone, and only the sky of the Yangtze River is flowing.

Feeling lost in my heart, sadness comes from it, and it is difficult to restrain myself.

Wushuang brought back a large amount of banknotes and a bag of broken silver in the baggage, which naturally did not belong to Yang Yingjun.Yang Yingjun also wanted to treat money like dung and throw all these things back to that person, but the situation was stronger than others. He took a vegetative person on the road, the road was far away, and it was difficult to move without money.

No matter how Wu Yao became a vegetative state, that person was responsible for it, so there is nothing wrong with taking his medical expenses.

Thinking about it this way, Yang Yingjun took the money with peace of mind, gave half of the money to his sister as travel expenses, and kept the other half for himself and Wu Yao.

After giving the store clerk some money to help buy the carriage and travel necessities, Yang Yingjun packed up and was ready to go.

"Be careful, be careful, don't bump into each other..." Two shop assistants were asked to help carry Wu Yao downstairs, Yang Yingjun pointed beside him, and walked out of the inn.

The store clerk helped to carry Wu Yao into the carriage, Yang Yingjun thanked them, and after paying their tips, he turned around to get into the carriage, when suddenly he saw a familiar figure beside the carriage.

Tsing Yi and white cloak, black hair and jade face, with a little cinnabar between the eyebrows, it is extremely coquettish on the pale face.

His heart skipped a beat, Yang Yingjun quickly adjusted his expression and walked over.

In fact, it was only a few days, but it seemed like a lifetime away.

The man's complexion was very bad, his originally fair face was now almost transparent, his lips were bloodless, his eyes were still deep and dark, when he saw him approaching, he smiled gently and joyfully: "However... "

Yang Yingjun looked at him expressionlessly: "What's the matter?"

He coughed before speaking, and the coughing sound was not loud, as if he suppressed it on purpose.On a very cold day, thin sweat broke out on his forehead.

With a heavy feeling on his chest, Yang Yingjun clenched his fists hard, maintaining the calmness on his face.

"I heard that you are going to seek medical doctor Qu..."

Yang Yingjun frowned immediately: "Who are you listening to?"

Ji Yinrong's gentle smile froze, and she lowered her eyes uncomfortably.

Yang Yingjun said angrily: "You sent someone to monitor us?"

"It's not surveillance..." He explained in a panic, and when he became anxious, he coughed lightly again, and his face turned paler.

Yang Yingjun frowned even tighter, and finally couldn't help it, and asked, "Have you got tuberculosis?" It's only been a few days since we saw each other, why are you so sick?Although it is easy to catch a cold when the season changes, Ji Yinrong is not a weak and sick person.

Ji Yinrong was stunned for a moment, and smiled wryly: "One Tianshan boxing will cost me half my life..."

Tianshan boxing?Yang Yingjun thought the name was familiar, but didn't remember it for a while.

Ji Yinrong said: "Don't worry too much, it's not surveillance. Meng He Nasha has not been found yet, and the entire Yizhou city is under martial law. I am also worried about you..."

Yang Yingjun looked at him with complicated eyes.The person in front of him made him feel contradictory, extremely contradictory.He had saved himself more than once, even at the cost of his life, but he was the one who wanted to kill Beauty and almost burned Beauty to death... There were mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Ji Yinrong looked at her cautiously: "However, the journey to Duanqingya is far away and unpredictable, let me send someone to take you there?"

Yang Yingjun didn't want to continue to accept his love: "No need."

The bright phoenix eyes dimmed a little, and his smile became bitter: "You hate me..."

"Ji Yinrong."

Yang Yingjun looked at him with expectant eyes, and felt uncomfortable as if his throat was blocked, but he still forced himself to say: "I hope that from now on... we will never see each other again."

The black pupils shrank suddenly, and the hustle and bustle of the city seemed to go away all of a sudden.

Yang Yingjun couldn't bear to look at his expression any longer, so he turned his head and got into the carriage.

Wu Yao leaned his back against the wall of the car, his face was serene, as if he had just fallen asleep.Yang Yingjun looked at him and said in his heart: Wu Yao, you must hate him, right?Yes, I should hate it, I should hate it...

I don't know whether to ask Wu Yao, or to ask myself?

"However," the man said softly through the curtain, "You can keep this qin." As he spoke, a burnt-tailed qin came into the compartment—it was a gift from Qu Tan.

Yang Yingjun hugged Qin, stroked the cold strings with his fingers, and suddenly remembered something, he opened the curtain again and asked: "Have you found Zi Yan?"

Ji Yinrong's eyes flashed a complicated light, which was so fast that it was hard to catch.

He still smiled, gently: "Well, don't worry."

Yang Yingjun breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at each other, dazed for a moment.

Slowly lowering the hand, the curtain of the car fell, blocking the man's gleaming eyes from the outside.

"lets go."

The coachman whipped his whip: "Drive."

The carriage moved slowly, and the wheels rolled forward with smoke, sand and fallen leaves all over the ground.Walking a hundred meters away, I suddenly heard the sound of the flute from behind, the sound of the flute whimpered like weeping and complaining, and it was "Green Silk Snow".

Heart trembling, Yang Yingjun resisted not to look back, and hugged Qin tightly in his arms.The tail of the piano touched his chest, it seemed that only in this way could relieve the sudden pain.

A river is soaked in the cold autumn water, who will go boating on the river with whom?

When the awning boat is burned, who embraces whom and throws it into the river together?

In the painting boat, who teaches who plays the piano?

When Shizi's mansion was ambushed from ten sides, who would save who in white clothes?

Under the shade of the canopy, who sleeps soundly on whose knee?

When the belly is hungry, who brings who stones the prey?

When encountering a tiger suddenly, who would risk his life to let him go first?

Who and who are competing with each other on the cliff of love with branches as swords?

Who and who played a song "Green Silk Snow" on the piano and flute under the thin osmanthus tree under the moon star?

……

It wasn't until the carriage left the city gate that Yang Yingjun sat up straight, put the piano across his knees, took a deep breath, and began to play "Qingsi Xue".

The sound of the flute is no longer, and the sound of the piano is sad.

The boundless falling trees are rustling straight down, how sad is the cold wind blowing away?How much worry does it bring?