The princess and the lord are brothers and sisters

"A river of autumn floods the cold sky, and the fishing flute makes the evening wind for no reason..."

Yang Yingjun woke up suddenly, in front of his eyes was the magnificent and spectacular picture of the sky and the river connected by the radiant sky, as if the sky was being burned by a raging fire.

Someone recited a poem amidst the gurgling water: "Who can break the hearts of thousands of miles? The broken red in the shadow of the setting sun..."

Yang Yingjun turned over and sat up, and found that he was covered with a snow-white fox fur.

"Are you awake?" The person standing on the deck heard the movement and turned around to smile.

The heavy setting sun dragged down the clouds in the sky, and in the glow of the sun, the man was like a banished fairy, with fluttering clothes and fluttering sleeves, and the wind-filled sleeves fluttered.The smile on the handsome and fair face is as warm as the wind, and the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows is like a fiery red lotus in full bloom in the setting sun and rays of light.

Yang Yingjun stared blankly for a while, then turned away suddenly: "I fell asleep?"

The man walked over, and without the fox fur coat and wearing only a moon-white robe, he looked a little thin in the evening wind.

"Seeing that you are in a deep sleep, I can't bear to wake you up."

Yang Yingjun felt embarrassed, he was here to negotiate, why did he fall asleep?In such a river where the sky should not be called the earth is not working, and besides the big devil Ji Yinrong, he actually slept like a dead pig.

Do you subconsciously feel that the other party will not hurt you?Even though he is an enemy, do you feel at ease by his side?

Alarm bells rang in his mind, Yang Yingjun lifted the fox fur cape and handed it back to Ji Yinrong: "...Sorry, and...thanks."

Ji Yinrong looked at him with a smile, his face full of doting: "No thanks."

Back at the inn, Ji Yinrong watched Yang Pianran go upstairs to her room before walking back to her own room.The unlit room was pitch black, he walked slowly to the table, without any smile on his face, and said solemnly: "Come out."

In the darkness, a figure darker than the night came out from behind the screen, and knelt down on one knee: "Master." It was a woman's voice.

Ji Yinrong said: "How is the matter going?"

"By the master's order, the twelve dead soldiers around Yang Pianran have all been cleaned up. Wushuang has also sent his disciples to spread the news that Yang Pianran has been captured to the Jianghuai water village. I believe that King Zhennan will soon Received the news."

Ji Yinrong smiled faintly: "It is said that the King and Queen of the South are more in love than gold, and they are praised by the talented and beautiful women in the south of the Yangtze River. I want to see whether Ji Yinli will choose the country or the beauty."

"Master, there is one more thing."

"Say."

Wushuang took something out of his bosom and said, "A dead man seemed to be leaving the city. After beheading him, the disciples found a letter from him."

Ji Yinrong turned to look at her, his eyes flickered coldly in the dimly lit room: "Light on the lamp."

"Yes."

Wushuang lit the candles in the room, and the light dispelled the darkness in an instant.In the shadow of the flames, Ji Yinrong looked particularly gloomy and gloomy.

Wushuang presented the letter respectfully, Ji Yinrong opened it, his expression froze slightly, and his brows knit together: "What is this?"

"master?"

Ji Yinrong turned the letter over to show her. Wushuang looked at the ghostly symbols on the letter, lowered his eyes, and said, "This is the code for the exchange of news between Zhennan Wang and his wife. When Wushuang was in the palace, he also met Yang Pianran. I wrote a similar letter to the prince."

"Secret code?" Ji Yinrong said displeasedly as the eyebrow peaks kept gathering together, "Do you know what it means?"

"Wu Shuang is incompetent, and it is really impossible to crack the mystery."

Ji Yinli once said in his mind that "Ouba" is a foreign language, and Ji Yinrong said: "It may be a foreign language, you can find someone to check it thoroughly."

"Yes."

Ji Yinrong looked at the strange symbols written profusely on the letter, and thought that this was a secret text that belonged to those two people alone, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitched, and his eyes were brightened with anger.

Early the next morning, Ji Yinrong's door was knocked loudly.As soon as the door opened, Yang Pianran, who was dressed in men's clothes, stood there with a pair of almond eyes staring at her, and said, "Where are my people!?"

Ji Yinrong's smile froze slightly: "But?"

Yang Yingjun grabbed his collar and pushed him into the room: "I ask you, where are my people!? Where are my twelve dead men!? What did you do!?"

Ji Yinrong smiled wryly, with an innocent face: "But, I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Stop pretending!" Yang Yingjun pushed him away as if venting, and said angrily, "The twelve dead men who have been guarding me have not been seen since last night. Only you know what they look like, not you What's going on behind the scenes!? You killed them, didn't you?"

Ji Yinrong looked at him calmly, and said slowly, "If I say no, would you believe me?"

Yang Yingjun sneered.

Ji Yinrong said helplessly: "Since you have already determined that I did it, why bother to ask?"

"You!" Yang Yingjun quickly rested his right hand on the hilt of the Uzi sword, staring at him as if his eyes were bloodshot.

Ji Yinrong didn't change his face, and said with a smile: "Practicing swords early in the morning is enough to strengthen your body. If you are willing, I am willing to accompany you."

Yang Yingjun was so angry that his face turned pale. After a long while, he let go of the hilt of his sword and said, "I know I can't beat you. Ji Yinrong, you just want to trap me in Xinyang City so that the King of Zhennan can mess with himself." The situation, the city of Suzhou is self-defeating. I also told you that I will never let you do what you want, unless I die." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

Ji Yinrong's complexion changed suddenly, and he quickly chased after him: "But..."

Yang Yingjun drew his sword suddenly, turned around and stabbed out with the sword, his movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, done in one go, making it impossible to guard against.Ji Yinrong's reaction was astonishingly quick, before the sword's edge arrived, he was already flying back several meters like a flying eagle.

Yang Yingjun didn't go up to pester him, but ran downstairs with his sword in hand.

"However, wait!"

Just as Yang Yingjun left the inn, Ji Yinrong floated in front of him like a fallen leaf.This person's martial arts are unfathomable, Yang Yingjun gritted his teeth, and stabbed out with his sword.What kind of betting agreement, what three-day period, what kind of peace negotiation, are all strategies that this bastard made from the very beginning, just to hold him back.Now that the twelve dead men are missing, the letter he wrote to Yang Meili to report his safety may not be delivered to Suzhou. If he doesn't want to go back, I am afraid that Yang Meili will really give up the city of Suzhou in order to save him. really dead...

When Ji Yinrong moved, he suddenly stopped all movements and looked at him quietly.

Yang Yingjun, who was immersed in his own thoughts, was taken aback. The sword in his hand stopped and stabbed towards his face. The sword brought a gust of cold wind, and Ji Yinrong's hair was thrown back, but his eyes did not blink. Even the eye waves are still.

"Fuck!" In desperation, Yang Yingjun swears loudly, and suddenly throws the sword in his hand, the blade deviates from the track, only cutting off a strand of black hair in front of Ji Yinrong's temple.

Yang Yingjun's three souls disappeared and his seven souls disappeared, and he broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

"Heh." Ji Yinrong suddenly chuckled.

"..."

Yang Yingjun stared at him like a ghost, and an unknown fire burned to the top of his head in an instant: "What the hell is wrong with you!?" After yelling, he saw Ji Yinrong's snow-white left face, approaching the left side There was a trace of blood in the eye, and a drop of blood slid across the fair cheek, which looked like a line of blood and tears at first glance.

Yang Yingjun was stunned.

It should be injured by his own sword energy.If my reaction was 0.01 second late, the guy in front of me who was always smiling might have died, right?

Thinking of this, my heart was inexplicably pulled.Yang Yingjun frowned deeply, didn't he want to kill him wholeheartedly?Why is it so shaken at the critical moment?Is it an instinctive reluctance to kill?

Ji Yinrong didn't seem to know that his face was disfigured, and he was still smiling foolishly, so bright that his white teeth almost blinded Yang Handsome's dog eyes.

"..." Yang Yingjun was speechless: "What are you laughing at?"

Ji Yinrong looked at him deeply, and said softly: "You are not heartless to me."

"..."

Yang Yingjun shook off his goosebumps, went to pick up the thrown sword, put it back into the sheath, and said coldly: "Don't think too much, I'll stop, not because the target is you, but someone else. I also won't do it." Even though I have seen many lives and deaths in the past five years, I have never killed anyone with my own hands.

Ji Yinrong said softly: "Anyway, I'm very happy that you didn't kill the killer..." After a pause, he added emphatically and seriously: "I'm very happy."

The bloodstains on his too fair face were shocking, Yang Yingjun couldn't help but said: "Your face is bleeding."

Ji Yinrong was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to touch his left cheek, not to mention the blood on his hand, the blood was still fainting on his face, which looked even more shocking.

Ji Yinrong looked at the blood on his hand, then looked up at Yang Yingjun.

Yang Yingjun also looked at him without saying a word.

"..."

"..."

After looking at each other for a long time, Ji Yinrong frowned aggrievedly: "It hurts."

"..." The childish appearance made Yang Yingjun speechless for a moment, he rolled his eyes at Baba who was looking at him, and said angrily, "You deserve it if it hurts so much."

Ji Yinrong covered his bleeding left cheek and looked at him quietly.

Yang Yingjun pretended to be nonchalant at first, but after being watched for a long time, he became inexplicably guilty, and said without confidence: "Look... What are you looking at? Stop pretending! Someone must be secretly protecting you, right? I want to see who is secretly protecting you." How long do people have to endure before making a move?"

Ji Yinrong smiled palely: "I didn't give the order, no one will show up."

On the contrary, Yang Yingjun became curious: "As for the sword just now, if I stabbed directly, they wouldn't show up? Are they not afraid of your death?"

Ji Yinrong smiled calmly: "You won't."

"..."

This kind of self-confidence that he didn't know where came from made Yang Yingjun very upset, and he secretly regretted that he didn't just stab with the sword just now, and it would be over once and for all.

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The poems recited by Ji Yinrong come from (Song——"Wang Cai")