Back when the villain boy [Rebirth]

However, looking through the library, the only clue is this map.

After Jiang Zhou sneaked to the first floor to read the script, Shang Yi contacted the dark guard and asked him to investigate the spiritual veins of the Northern Territory, and to write another book and send it to Qi Meiyi.She knew that Qi Meiyi had great ambitions. When the dynasty was brought down, this chief assistant who had endured for many years finally took off the skin of a "good minister", added another fire to the boiling oil, and personally pushed the dynasty to a dead end.

But that's none of her business.

From the moment he left Kunwu, the past Lord Guanghan and Princess Chu were dead.She is willing to hand over the land of thousands of miles, as long as Zhou Zhou is kept safe.

Shang Yi stopped writing and tied the paper to the Yanjia bird. Fortunately, his father still left a lot of power, which is enough to ensure that they can live a good life in this unstable world.

Be it Qimei Station or Shenfeng Festival, if they want to compete in the world, let them go.

So what about the throne?

In her previous life, she dominated the country and created a prosperous world. It was not until she was dying that she finally understood her true heart.So in this life, she doesn't want to chase those things any more. She only hopes that, as Zhou Zhou said, one day the long river will be clear, and the two of them will go boating on the river and sea, and never go to the shore again.

Shang Yi locked the door, held a lamp and walked down the stairs slowly. In the silent night, only a candle flickered.

Many things from her previous life floated before her eyes, and finally receded into the darkness behind her.Walking down the last step and stepping on the wooden floor silently, her humble and pious voice sounded in her ears——

"I just want to be able to do it all over again, to go back to my best years with her, in heaven."

The lights came on suddenly, and the girl sleeping crookedly on the table came into her eyes.

With a smile on the corner of Shang Yi's mouth, she sat opposite Jiang Zhou, watching her quietly, without waking her up.

In Dasheng, there has always been a prophecy circulating that one day, the gate to the sky will open again, and the immortals from the upper realm will fly down from the clouds.

In the past, she sneered at this, only knowing that the fate of a person and the rise and fall of a family are all in her own hands, so why bother to hope for an uncertain upper realm.Doing one's best and obeying the fate, this is her consistent code of conduct.

But when that day really came, she fell to the ground, sincerely thanking God for his kindness.

……

Before Jiang Zhou woke up, he smelled a sweet smell, very strong, like sweet-scented osmanthus, and like milk.

It was so sweet that she couldn't help laughing.

She seemed to see two rows of swings swinging side by side, the wind was blowing in the forest, the kingfishers were chirping, the grass was soft and the sun was just right, the two children jumped off the swings, sat side by side under the peach tree, and fell asleep unconsciously .

Then she woke up, looked at Shang Yi, and smiled foolishly.

Shang Yi simmered the milky white pastry in the spirit stone stove, pushed it over, "Eat it quickly."

Jiang Zhou bent the corner of his mouth, took a small bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and caught the residue with his hands, "It's so sweet!"

Shang Yi lowered her head slightly, and unconsciously rubbed the table, her slender fingers became whiter and whiter against the black wood, like ice jade.She said softly, "As long as you like it."

"Kick, kick, thump."

The even voice sounded behind itself.

The old lady in charge of the library approached them at some point, leaning on a cane, walking towards them slowly, and said weakly, "The library is not allowed to eat food, credits will be deducted."

The two looked at each other.

Jiang Zhou had never been to this place in his previous life, so naturally he didn't know about it; Shang Yi had just arrived, and even though he had made preparations in all aspects, it was impossible for him to know all the rules of the academy.

Shang Yi apologized: "Sorry, we're going out now."

The old woman slammed the ground with her cane, her face expressionless, and she couldn't see the turmoil in her heart.

Jiang Zhou rolled his eyes, and suddenly pushed all the cakes over, thought for a while, and took back half, "Sir, you are hungry so early, why don't you eat it, the sweet-scented osmanthus tastes delicious."

Only then did the old woman laugh, and sat down to have dinner with them unceremoniously, "Little girl, you are quite clever."

Jiang Zhou asked: "How many years have you been in this place, sir?"

The old woman recalled carefully, "It's been about five or sixty years since I came to the Academy, but it's been nearly ten years since I visited the library."

Jiang Zhou didn't live so long in his two lifetimes combined. In five or sixty years, wouldn't he have given most of his life to Wuya?She swallowed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her mouth and said, "How could they leave you here! Didn't they say that an old man is like a treasure, and they will confess you no matter what."

The old woman smiled and asked, "How do you make an offering? Like offering to a god?"

Jiang Zhou bit a piece of cake and said vaguely: "It's about the same, build a big house, and then deliver delicious food every day."

The old woman laughed, eyes crooked.She is no longer young, but her eyes are bright, as if it is the wisdom accumulated by the years, and it seems to be the youth that is hard to pass away. These two complex temperaments are mixed together, which makes her extraordinarily charming.

Jiang Zhou asked again: "Sir, did you draw the map on the top floor?"

The old woman nodded, and said softly, "Yes. I'm old, and I can't remember many things."

Jiang Zhou blinked, "Why did you mark Beirong's spiritual vein with a red line?"

Shang Yi lightly touched her with his foot under the table. These two ordinary students should not know such secret things.

The old woman smiled and said, "Really? Well, I'm old, so I can't remember. Maybe red looks better, just like your clothes today."

Jiang Zhou smiled and rolled his eyes, "But you don't look old at all!"

The old woman smiled and shook her head, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay if you don't accept it, when I was your age, I could recite all the books in the library, but now it's difficult, I always forget a few pages, and I have to go back turn."

There are more than one million volumes of books in the library.

Jiang Zhou was silent for a while, thinking, does she think that we young people can recite all the books here?

Mr. may have misunderstood Fu Lao.

The old woman continued: "It's so forgetful when you get old."

Jiang Zhou clapped his hands: "The only thing I don't forget is lovesickness? Mister is so flirtatious!"

Old woman: "Hahaha."

Jiang Zhou: "Hahahahaha."

Shang Yi held her forehead and sighed secretly: "..."

As time passed, the students came over one after another and stood in line outside the library.

The old woman urged: "Eat quickly, don't let people see you." After saying that, she turned around and walked away, with her back straight and brisk walking. Suddenly she remembered something, turned around and picked up her crutches. The moment she picked up the crutches, she seemed to have changed A person, presenting an aging state, hunched over, walking slowly.

While saying weakly: "Remember it from now on, you are not allowed to eat in the library, and your points will be deducted next time you see it."

Jiang Zhou was dumbfounded. This old gentleman may not be addicted to acting.