After saving the villain [Transmigration Book]

"Thanks to the son for saving his life, Ayan has no way to repay you, but to tie a grass ring to repay your kindness." Junyan paused for a while, and knocked his head heavily on the ground.

Seeing this, Ji Fengjun smiled lightly, and said in a brisk tone: "Why are you kneeling down? What are you doing so solemnly? I'm just curious about what your hometown is like. Why—can't you tell me?" He looked at Junyan , there is some sharpness hidden under the gentle eyes.

Jun Yan knelt down on the ground, felt the gaze of Young Master Dao, and was startled, feeling like a thorn on his back.

The night was extremely quiet, the young master didn't speak, he couldn't see the young master's expression, his heart was beating fast, as if he could hear the sound, he felt a little trembling, but he was forced to control his body - not to tremble , You can't let the young master see that he is afraid, but let the young master believe that what he said is true.

Jun Yan didn't see the young master many times, but he thought that although the young master had a good heart, he would never trust others without reason. Although Yu Xia was not extremely strict, he definitely had his own set of rules.

Although he didn't know whether the young master would really drive him away, but if he thought about it differently, he would never leave a subordinate by his side who concealed his background.

He didn't know how much the young master knew, but since the young master asked this question, he couldn't lie.

Thinking of this, he didn't intend to hide any more, "Ayan wanted to report to the young master later, but today the young master asked about Ayan's hometown, and Ayan can no longer hide it anyway."

A lie needs to be covered up by more lies.Let's just think that he can deceive the young master by lying now, but if something happens later, the young master finds out his flaws, or someone finds out his background - the young master knows that he lied to him from the beginning, he will definitely not keep him.

Although the time was extremely short, he said the words just now after careful consideration. His life experience is a great hidden danger, and if he is discovered, it will be very difficult to end.

But he felt before that he didn't know the name and identity of the young master now, so it can be seen that the young master doesn't trust him, and now is not the right time to tell the whole story. Seeing the young master, he didn't mean to ask. He wanted to delay, so he delayed. some days.

After a while, he will take the initiative to speak out.I never thought about it, but today the young master suddenly asked about this.

After saying this, the period of time to wait for the young master's response is actually extremely short, but it seems to Jun Yan that it is extremely long. Whether the young master can trust him depends on how the young master responds.

Since he can't say it later as he planned, it's better to tell the truth now,

He was a little apprehensive, not knowing if his choice was right or wrong.His son is kind-hearted - he prayed silently, hoping that he would know what happened in Xiaojunzhuang and not blame him.

Ji Fengjun raised his brows slightly, and felt at ease, Ayan should not hide anything like this, but he doesn't know how much Ayan will reveal——

Obviously it went well, but he faintly felt something was wrong in his heart. With Ayan's forbearance, he should have asked him deeper before he was willing to speak out. He never thought that Ayan would say it so easily.

But Ayan didn't intend to hide it, which is indeed a good thing.

Although Ayan's behavior is also reasonable, some doubts still arise in his heart, but this kind of doubt is not clear, and there is no reason, and now he has no time to think carefully, where does this doubt come from.

He said softly: "Speak, I don't blame you for hiding it from me before, as long as you are willing to speak out now, I will forgive you."

The young master's words reassured Jun Yan a little - he made the right bet.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and said: "If the young master is curious, Ayan is naturally willing to tell the young master, but what happened in Ayan's hometown cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences."

While speaking, Ji Fengjun could sense the change in Ayan's tone, seeing Ayan's kneeling body trembling slightly, he felt a little unbearable, but the matter has come to this point, since it has already started, there is no reason to stop in the middle.

He just said in a gentle voice, "Stop kneeling, it's cold on the ground, and you still have injuries on your legs, get up quickly."

Since Ayan said so, it should mean that he is willing to tell the truth. He shouldn't be so demanding. He just felt that his behavior of forcing Ayan to recall the tragic situation in his hometown was too cruel, so he asked in a low voice: "Listen to you Meaning, what happened in your hometown? But I haven’t heard of it, have there been disasters in the nearby villages?”

Jun Yan has always been obedient, but at this time he didn't listen to the young master's words and stood up, still stubbornly kneeling on the ground, just straightened up and looked at the young master.

There were no tears on his face, but the corners of his eyes seemed to be stained with tears, and the ends of his eyes were slightly red. The orchid petals seemed to be alive, and his lips were slightly pursed, as if he wanted to say something , The amber eyes are different from what he usually sees, like an extinguished fire, lifeless, and it seems that it can be ignited by hatred at any time.

Ji Fengjun looked at him with somewhat familiar eyes, which were grief and hatred.

He just looked at the young master, his voice trembling, but not because of fear, but because of hatred, "It's not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster—"

The boy's voice was originally clear and bright, like the ding-dong of spring water, but now he was talking about the past, but it was extremely hoarse, and every word and sentence was like weeping blood - indeed, the boy's life experience, the boy's hometown, was made of blood.

While talking, the boy who was only slightly red at the end of his eyes just now has turned into tears at this moment——Although Ayan's voice is hoarse, his tone of speech is as usual, but he pauses every word.

He didn't cry loudly either, but when he was telling the story, tears flowed down from his eyes naturally, which was even beyond Jun Yan's own expectations. Only then was he surprised to find that it was he who cried.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Ji Fengjun felt very complicated, and he couldn't explain clearly.

For a while, he felt that he was wrong, and he only wanted to let Ayan confess to himself, but he didn't take into account Ayan's feelings, and for a while, he felt that he was right, and it was also a good thing for Ayan to let Ayan release his suppressed emotions.

Ayan did not tell her own story first.

He started talking about the tragic death of hundreds of households in Xiaojunzhuang. At that time, Mr. Jun Huaisheng took him to a friend's house as a guest. It only took four days to come and go, but he never expected that he would see such a The tragedy of the village——the once thriving and vibrant village has only ruins left. Watching him grow up, the neighbors who lived together in the village have become headless, and it is impossible to recognize who is who. , the charred corpse——

Although Jun Huaisheng is only a scholar, he also knows the seriousness of the matter. It is impossible for him alone to avenge the folks in the village-after he was depressed for a few days, he set foot on the road to the county seat.

When Jun Huaisheng came to the county, he hoped that his old friends in the county could help him, but the reality obviously disappointed him. After they learned what happened in Xiaojunzhuang, they all chose not to talk about it. When people are desperate and even have the idea of ​​going to Beijing to sue.

The county magistrate of Xinyang County came - he was Jun Huaisheng's classmate.

Jun Yan also told how Jun Huaisheng was tricked into going to the county government, how he was tricked out of all the clues in his hands, and when Jun Huaisheng found out that something was wrong and wanted to escape.

It's just that it was too late at that time, Jun Huaisheng didn't escape, and the county magistrate didn't pay attention to him, so he escaped by luck.

"At that time, I hid around the county government office, pretending to be a beggar, but no one found me." Junyan paused, "Later, news spread that Mr. Zhang secretly stole the official seal and committed suicide in fear of crime. Mr. and Mrs. The death of 2000 people in Zhuang Jin was also regarded as the work of bandits."

There was a trace of hatred in his eyes.

"Then what happened to your injury?" Ji Fengjun asked softly.

Disappointment flashed across Jun Yan's eyes: "I wanted to save my husband's body, so I sneaked into the county government office again, but..." He paused, "I got the injury on my leg at that time."

He really didn't find out what happened to Jun Yan's injury, but he didn't know how it came about.

Even if Ayan didn't explain the matter clearly, Ji Fengjun could guess the ins and outs, and the result. The county government said that it was not strictly guarded, but it was not possible to break in casually. This was obviously a failure.

He sighed slightly, seeing the sad look of the young man, felt a little pain in his heart, although it seemed that the young man went back to collect the body of his mentor and put himself in danger after he had already escaped, it was a stupid act, but after thinking about it , but the sincerity of young people is the most precious.

"My son knew about the rest of the matter. Ayan was almost captured, thanks to my son's rescue." After talking for a long time, Jun Yan's voice was not only hoarse, but his voice could also be heard getting dry.

Jun Yan's appearance is naturally not fake, no matter how real his acting skills are, there is no such empathy effect, his grievances are real, and his hatred is real——

As long as he showed his true emotions, no one would be suspicious, but he never expected that just telling his own story would release all the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

The grievance and pain in my heart are like a flood that has opened its gates, and it can't be stopped no matter what.

His story, his hatred, has been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and he has never told it to anyone. He has been buried for a long time, and he only feels that he lives like a puppet who only knows revenge.

After all, puppets are powerful and fearless.

After hesitating for a moment, Ji Fengjun still asked: "Ayan, I only heard you talk about your mentor, so do you have other relatives?"

Jun Yan slightly lost his mind and said: "Not anymore."

"No, everyone in Xiaojunzhuang is my relative." He thought for a while and said again.

"I heard people say that I was thrown at the gate of Xiaojunzhuang Village. The village chief took me back because he saw me pitiful. Later, my mother adopted me."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said indifferently: "When I was eight years old, my mother passed away, and I almost grew up eating a lot of food."

Ji Fengjun guessed that Ayan's life experience was pitiful, but he never thought that Ayan's fate would be so ill-fated. No wonder he felt so sad for Xiaojunzhuang.

The boy's mood has calmed down a lot, but he can still see the tear stains on his face, his eye sockets are still red, and he looks very pitiful, as if he couldn't bear the grief anymore, a tear flowed from his eye socket.

Even he himself didn't know that under such deep hatred, there was still grievance and pain buried.

Ji Fengjun was a little moved when he saw the young man's appearance, as if he was seeing himself, the tears on the young man's face slowly rolled down, crystal clear, showing the young man's fragility at this time.

He wanted to reach out and wipe away the tears on the boy's face, but after thinking about it --- forget it, this behavior is too intimate, it would be bad if the boy misunderstood him.

Just when Ji Fengjun was a little tangled in his heart, for some reason, he happened to meet Jun Yan's eyes.

The four eyes met, he looked into Ayan's eyes, and was startled. From Ayan's eyes, he read how painful the young man was at this moment.

The pain of extermination, no matter how powerful a person is, he will never forget it. The calmer he is, the deeper the hatred hidden in his heart will be. If he is not rational enough, he will easily be swayed by hatred.

Ji Fengjun could understand him, and the pictures he didn't want to recall couldn't stop appearing in his mind, he couldn't help closing his eyes, from the past life, from this life, he closed his eyes slightly, feeling some empathy in his heart, because Seeing that Ayan was still kneeling on the ground, still looking like he couldn't get up until he finished speaking, he knew that he couldn't go on like this forever.

Eyelashes fluttered slightly, Ji Fengjun opened his eyes, looked at Jun Yan who was still kneeling, a little bit of self-reproach, but also a little bit annoyed, he just felt that his actions were a bit cruel, and he shouldn't have forced Ayan in such a direct way,

Knowing that what is most important to a person who bears hatred is revenge.

Although there is no guarantee that Ayan will avenge his revenge immediately, but with his help, it will be much easier for Ayan to take revenge—although the young man in the book took revenge, he also paid a considerable price. It's a pity, but it also gives birth to a little bit of luck, fortunately he has saved Ayan in this life.

Looking at the somewhat absent-minded young man, Ji Fengjun couldn't bear it in his heart, Ayan like this - let's count it as trustworthy.

He stretched out his hand out of nowhere, gently stroked the top of the young man's head, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Since I saved you, you—are mine."

Ji Fengjun felt that the young man's hair was fluffy, and it felt good in his hands. He felt some untimely joy in his heart, so he suppressed it, looked at the young man tenderly, and smiled, "Since you are mine, I will I am responsible for you to the end."

The young master's voice is gentle and calm, obviously the young master doesn't look much older than him, but Jun Yan's heart trembles when he hears this, no one has made such a promise to him in decades of past and present lives——

"Since I saved you, you are mine", these words rang in his ears repeatedly, disturbing his mind, he deliberately wanted to stay by the young master's side, but he didn't know that the young master treated him so sincerely ——

Others might feel dissatisfied with the words of the oath of sovereignty because of disrespect, but Jun Yan did not realize that he was of a low status and was most sensitive to these words. He could naturally guess what the speaker was thinking. A seven seven eight eight.

In the eyes of those princes and concubines, his slave is not even a human being.As for other looking down upon, all kinds of things, he has experienced them more or less.

Whether it's respect, fear, or contempt, he can tell with just one look——

But the son cherished him as an equal person.

"Since it is a man-made disaster, if you want revenge, I will help you."

Jun Yan's heart trembled, the young master was looking at him, the young master's eyes were very beautiful, like stars, in the young master's eyes, he could vaguely see his figure——

He couldn't help having some delusional thoughts, it would be great if the young master could look at him like this forever.

This thought flashed by, and Jun Yan still remembered that the young master was asking him now, and he didn't dare to think about that thought, and he shook his head slightly, thinking that he would be here soon, he couldn't help but feel a little moved when he looked at the young master.

He couldn't help being tempted by such a beautiful promise - if it was someone else, he might doubt his motives, but he believed in the young master's promise very much.

Thinking about it again, he has nothing now, even if the young master has other plans, what can he plan for him?

Ji Fengjun looked at Ayan, and felt that Ayan's eyes were wet now, and he was a little absent-minded, like a little milk dog. He gently rubbed the boy's hair. The boy's hair felt good to the touch. Hurt the boy.

Jun Yan noticed the young master's gaze, looked at the young master, and happened to meet the young master's eyes, and he was a little flustered.

Ji Fengjun reacted very quickly, before Ayan could look away, he said first: "Ayan, your leg injury is not fully healed yet, why are you still kneeling—"

Seeing that the boy hadn't moved yet, he reached out to help him up.

Jun Yan was slightly taken aback, feeling a little flattered, but after kneeling for a long time, his legs became numb, and when his knees were slightly off the ground, one of them lost his balance and was about to fall to the ground again.

Fortunately, Ji Fengjun had quick eyesight and quick hands. Seeing this, he quickly stabilized the young man and prevented him from kneeling on the ground again. With a little force, he helped him up, and he also got up and gave Jun Yan the seat.

The heartbeat was a little fast, and Jun Yan knew that this was actually a bit presumptuous, but the young master didn't speak, and Jun Yan didn't dare to move.

Ji Fengjun looked at the restless young man, smiled lightly, turned around and poured a cup of tea, handed it to Ayan, and said gently: "Your voice is a little hoarse, drink some water to moisten your throat."

He took out another handkerchief, handed it to Jun Yan, and said, "Wipe your tears."

"Don't cry, it's my fault, I shouldn't ask you this, it makes you sad."

Seeing that Ayan was holding the tea in a daze, he couldn't help chuckling and said, "What's the matter?"

"Does Ayan want me to wipe your tears?" Ji Fengjun jokingly said with a handkerchief, but his tone did not make people feel frivolous. He just saw a person, felt pitiful, and cared a little bit. .

Jun Yan secretly looked at the young master, quickly caught the handkerchief, and said, "Thank you, young master." Still a little embarrassed, "Ayan is stupid, and the young master laughed."

"There are not so many rules in the mansion. You don't need to kneel down at every turn." Ji Fengjun smiled and said: "You have an injury on your leg, and now the main thing is to heal the injury. If you kneel, I don't know how long it will take to heal."

There was a flash of self-blame in Jun Yan's eyes, and he said: "A Yan is too incompetent. He wanted to steal the body of his mentor, but the body was not stolen, and he was injured when he ran away."

"If the young master hadn't rescued me that day, I would have been arrested." As Jun Yan spoke, the disappointment in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

What Ayan told was similar to what he had found, but added more details. Ji Fengjun rubbed the boy's head. It seemed that Ayan didn't know who was going to arrest him that day and what he thought about him. But -- it's better not to know about such things.

He chuckled softly: "It's not that you are incompetent, it's that the villain is too shameless. You are only 13 years old now. When you encounter such a thing, you have dealt with it very well."

He rubbed Ayan's head twice, withdrew his hand, and said with a smile, "If you are any more stupid, you may not be able to save your own life in such a dangerous situation."

Ayan sat on the chair, Ji Fengjun bent slightly, looked at the boy, and said seriously.

"'Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge', I will not persuade you to give up hatred, but just want to tell you that you are still young and have a long life, revenge is what you have to do, but it is not the only thing you do in your life things, your life must not be dominated by hatred."

After listening to the young master's words, Jun Yan was a little distracted - he couldn't be swayed by hatred.

His previous life was a typical example of being influenced by hatred. He had hatred towards Zhen Fanghai and the fifth prince, he had hatred towards the magistrate of Xinyang County, and when the real culprit was found out, he had hatred towards the Wen family and the Lin family.

He lives for the purpose of revenge. Before revenge, he is a puppet driven by hatred. After revenge, he is a walking dead. He doesn't know what to do and what is the meaning of living.

"do you understand?"

He seemed to understand, but also didn't seem to understand, Jun Yan thought for a moment when he heard this, and nodded firmly.

After a while, seeing that Ayan's mood had basically calmed down, Ji Fengjun asked a little seriously: "Did your mentor tell you that he suspected who did what happened to Xiaojunzhuang?"

After hesitating for a moment, Jun Yan shook his head. Mister never told him. Thinking about it, Mister would not be able to guess who did it. , is simply too low.

Perhaps, in the eyes of those aristocratic princes, they are all worthless—otherwise, if the lives of nearly 2000 people were exchanged for military exploits, wouldn't they feel uncomfortable sleeping and eating?

Ji Fengjun sighed and said: "It's okay, I will investigate secretly, and when I find out the truth, I will tell you who is the real murderer." Then he gently stroked the boy's head.

"Thank you, young master." Jun Yan wanted to stand up and salute after hearing the young master's words, but heard the young master chuckled and said, "Don't stand up anymore, just sit here."

Jun Yan was slightly taken aback, not knowing what the young master wanted him to do, he glanced over, and suddenly saw a bowl of cold soup on the table.

"My lord, did you forget to take your medicine?"

The sudden sentence broke Ji Fengjun's original mood. He still wanted to drink medicine - but the medicine was already cold, so he could stop drinking it.

Jun Yan was a little worried about the young master's illness, "Young master, it's not too late yet, Ayan will go and warm it up for you, and you can drink it soon."

Ji Fengjun was thinking of a suitable reason for refusal.

"My lord, I'll go to the doctor's office right away. I hope your illness will recover soon." The eye sockets were still red from crying just now, but now after laughing, she looks even more handsome.

Ji Fengjun sighed slightly, and said, "Alright, you can go."

It was indeed very fast, but within the time of a stick of incense, the young man came back with the medicine, and saw the young master lying on the shore, writing something.

When the medicine was slightly hot, it became a little hot, Jun Yan put the medicine aside, and when it became warmer, he walked to the young master and grinded ink for the young master.

Xu Shi had already expressed his sincerity in his conversation with the young master just now, and he was no longer so restrained.

From his angle, he could just see the son's handwriting. It stands to reason that as a book boy, one should not read the master's writing. Jun Yan naturally knew this, but he accidentally glanced at it, and couldn't help but look at it again. Second look -

The young master's handwriting is indeed the most beautiful he has ever seen, thousands of times prettier than his handwriting.

Suddenly, he remembered the Ninth Prince who claimed to be a calligraphy genius in his previous life, and he felt a little puzzled in his heart. After carefully looking at the words written by the young master, he felt more and more that the Ninth Prince's calligraphy was somewhat similar to the young master's, but it was just the young master's calligraphy. It is more than a hundred times stronger than the Ninth Prince.

Is this a coincidence?

After thinking about it, the young master is a clan, and it is a clan with a high status. It is reasonable for him to come from the same sect as the Ninth Prince. Thinking of this, it makes sense.

He could guess that the son's identity is not low, but he doesn't know what the son's identity is——

He has thought about it countless times. In the memory of his previous life, there is indeed no such person as the son.

His mind was confused, he accidentally splashed some ink while studying the ink, he was startled, but luckily the young master didn't seem to blame him.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that his behavior of peeking at the young master's handwriting was very inappropriate, but he couldn't help not to look at it, but secretly comforted himself. Peeping, should not really punish myself.

Taking another sneak peek, Jun Yan was a bit puzzled, what is coal?

Why did the young master write a word he didn't know next to it?

Jun Yan was puzzled, but knew that he could not ask questions, so he could only suppress the doubts in his heart and put aside the question for the time being, and continued to pretend to study ink seriously.

Ji Fengjun was also secretly looking at the young man. Naturally, he knew the young man's small movements clearly, but most people in this era didn't know what he was recording now, and even if they knew it, they wouldn't know what it was useful for.

The young man can be regarded as his own. As long as this thing is true, the young man will know about it sooner or later, and he will not care about it.

After a while, Ayan Yanmo's movements were still steady, but the speed was obviously much slower. He glanced at the young man standing beside him. The young man was slightly bent, his side face was very delicate, and the orchid petals at the end of his eyes were inexplicably hooked. Feeling like a human being, the words "red sleeves add fragrance" suddenly popped up in his mind.

After thinking of this word, Ji Fengjun chuckled, what was he thinking--it's so good, why would he think about it?He shook his head slightly, as if trying to get the thoughts out of his mind.

Glancing at the soup, the time should be almost up, and seeing that the ink that Ayan has ground is enough for him, he wants him to stop, and said softly: "Ayan, please rest first, the ink you grind is already enough. "

Jun Yan obediently stopped what he was doing, turned around, took the bowl of soup and medicine, and gave it to the young master.

Ji Fengjun sighed slightly, but after smelling the medicine bowl, he felt unbearably bitter, and when he thought of drinking the whole bowl of medicine, he felt a headache.

Lifting his eyes slightly, he saw the young man staring at him earnestly—the eyes seemed to be filled with stars. Looking at these eyes, he felt that this bowl of medicine must be drunk.

Taking a deep breath, he drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp. Fortunately, the preserved fruit that was placed on the table just now was still there. After putting down the bowl, he quickly ate a few more pieces, trying to suppress the discomfort.

Dr. Zhang said that he would think about his pulse recently - but he didn't know when he would know the reason, and how long he would drink this medicine.

He knew that he should drink it, but the medicine was really too bitter——

Ji Fengjun looked at the boy and said with a smile, "Go to that table."

Pointing to the smaller desk next to it, he said: "There are pens and ink on it, don't worry about the content, you can write whatever you have learned recently."

Jun Yan was about to walk to the small table when he heard the words, and he was slightly taken aback when he heard the second half of the sentence. Although the table that the young master mentioned was not for the young master, he never thought that he could be in the middle of the table. Writing in the son's study.

From the moment he entered the door, he was curious about what the smaller table was used for. Although he knew that it was not specially prepared for himself, he was already very happy if he allowed him to use it—but he didn’t know He was a little surprised why the young master asked him to write.

Ji Fengjun noticed the strangeness of the young man, but he didn't know what the young man was surprised, and said with a warm smile: "Don't be nervous, you were studying with Mr. Jun Huaisheng before, I don't know how you are learning now, you are mine Shutong, I want to see your current level."

Jun Yan felt a little apprehensive when he heard this. He knew his own level. In the private school of the husband, he was still good. It was only because the teacher only taught a dozen students in the village. It's just an upper-middle level, I don't know if I can satisfy the young master.

Thinking of my own handwriting - compared with the young master's, my own is simply unsightly, a little ashamed.

Ji Fengjun noticed that something was wrong with the young man, smiled, and said: "Don't be afraid, today you will treat it as familiar with the environment. If there is anything you don't understand, I will teach you in the future. You can write freely now, don't feel burdened .”

After hearing what the young master said, Jun Yan felt a little relieved, and then thought that the young master said that he would teach him in the future. He felt a little excited in his heart. He didn't know why the young master was so kind to him. It is benevolence.

Thinking about this clearly, he walked up to the table according to what the young master said. There were indeed rice paper, pens and inks on the table. to the chair.

He picked up the pen, but his hands trembled slightly, a little strange, a long-lost but familiar feeling came to his heart, and his heart beat a little faster for a while, not because he was afraid, but because he was very excited.

He now writes with his right hand, unlike his previous life, when he was 15 years old, he could only write with his left hand—in his previous life, he was in the womb of a concubine who was not very favored. , that imperial concubine took pleasure in torturing people, and his right hand was abolished at that time.

After losing his right hand, he gradually began to learn to write with his left hand.

The heart-wrenching pain at that time, recalling it now, is just a memory. After all, this life—he will never be the same as the previous life. Thinking of this, he feels much happier.

The hand holding the pen exerted a little force. He hadn't picked up the pen during the month of rebirth, but after all, he had been practicing calligraphy with his right hand for many years. After calming down, he felt familiar when he touched the pen, as if that feeling had returned.

There was an urge in my heart to write ten thousand characters eloquently, but then I remembered that the young master wanted to see his level, and felt a little worried, what should he write?

Poetry Fu——

Write it yourself, or write the ancestors?

Although he lived to be more than 30 in his previous life, he didn't need these things at that time, and reading books was just for self-entertainment, and he didn't have any talent in this.

If he writes by himself, at his level, the writing may not be amazing, but writing about the ancestors is more stable, and the young master didn't say no, it's just that it doesn't show his talent even more. I was very entangled in my heart, and couldn't write for a long time.

When Ji Fengjun saw that Ayan did not write for a long time, he sighed slightly. He didn't think that Ayan was not capable enough, but he felt that his question was too vague. What did you write?"

Jun Yan was a little embarrassed, and said, "Ah Yan hasn't made up his mind yet."

After thinking for a while, Ji Fengjun said with a smile: "Then—you write down, besides revenge, what you want to achieve the most in your heart, you don't need to write too much, just one sentence."

Besides revenge?

What else does he want to do besides revenge?What wish?

Jun Yan was slightly taken aback, he couldn't say he was dazed, or something, and then he remembered what the young master told him seriously just now, life cannot be controlled by hatred, so what else does he want to do besides revenge?

Suddenly remembered, in the previous life, what he did with his own hands and pushed himself to death——

At that time, Xiliang's national power was getting stronger, and Xiliang's national teacher asked for an alliance everywhere, and found him secretly. On the surface, he agreed to form an alliance with Xiliang's national teacher, but turned around and tore up the alliance.

Then he tried his best to prepare military resources for the thirteenth prince - sure enough, the thirteenth prince won, the thirteenth prince had unprecedented prestige, and he finally walked towards the long-awaited death.

The memories of his previous life played in his mind over and over again. He took a deep breath and wrote down——

The world is peaceful, Haiyan and Heqing

These eight characters.

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