Later, I finally became a white lotus in the flourishing age [Quick time travel]

The glazed lamp that was as bright as the moon was shining behind Xie Yi, illuminating his snow-white robes indistinctly, with blurred outlines, as if his whole body was about to melt into that too bright light.

He walked in step by step, every step seemed to step on the hearts of the two people in the room, splashing all kinds of flavors.

The snow-white sleeves were finally pulled out from the chaotic halo like flowing water, and they grew to the hem of the clothes dragging on the ground, leaving a trail of wet color on the dry ground, and finally stopped in front of Xie Ruqing.His sleeves hung down naturally, and with just a slight sway, the cold air of late night dew slowly swayed out like ripples.

Xie Ruqing just raised his head and looked at him quietly, the surprise just now had dissipated from the corners of his brows and eyes very quickly, leaving only an almost indifferent calmness.

At this moment, Xie Yi's blue hair was not tied, his jet-black hair was messily scattered all over his shoulders, and he was only wearing a plain white shirt, looking as if he just got off the bed.

But unfortunately, there is no softness and languidness at all, and the corners of the eyes that are naturally slightly raised even have a ray of extremely frivolous coldness, like the snow-white frost condensed by dew on the reeds in late autumn.

"Sister." He called her softly, and a faint sigh overflowed from his chest and disappeared in the cold air.

Xie Ruqing lowered her eyes and didn't speak.

Xie Yi looked at Wang Jingming, "Master Jingming, please stay away for a while, I want to talk to my sister."

Wang Jingming had already recovered from the shock of seeing Xie Yi just now.

He stared at Xie Yi, his eyes flicked over the slightly cold brows of the other party, and he tried his best not to lose his composure.He nodded slowly and said, "Okay."

Then stand up.

Xie Yi lowered his eyelashes, his snow-white face was calm and indifferent.

The bright electric light tore through the sky at that moment, illuminating his face with a strange and subtle beauty.Like ghosts and ghosts coming out of the weird and strange stories of the folk, it is captivating.

Wang Jingming saw that Xie Yi's lips moved, as if he said "Thank you" in a low voice.

It's like he didn't say anything.

His voice was too low, it was completely covered by the thunder that was chasing the electric fire snake.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether you said it or didn't say it, heard it or didn't hear it.

The moment Wang Jingming brushed Xie Yi's shoulder and passed by, he felt an extremely strong coolness coming from Xie Yi's body.

Maybe it's just his illusion.

However, he still turned his head and glanced at Xie Yi, as if he just realized that his clothes were thin.

He opened his mouth, wanting to remind Xie Yi, but in the end he didn't say anything, walked out in silence, and closed the door.

Xie Yi knelt down on the spot where Wang Jingming sat down before.

The room was not warm, the cold air touched Xie Yi's skin, and he didn't know which one was cooler.

Xie Yi looked at the woman in front of him, she was still beautiful, her facial features were bright but not enchanting, maybe because she was never married, she even had a girlish aura about her.

Taking Xie Wushou's place, he had received her unabashed care and care, but now, he could only watch her die and was powerless to save her.

"I'll come to see you." He tried his best not to sound too strange, but it was still difficult and hoarse, as if it was suppressed and squeezed out from his throat, "You..."

Not a word.

Xie Ruqing interrupted him, and said in an understatement tone: "You came at the right time, the poison will take effect soon."

Her snow-white face was reflected by the candlelight, and her light brown pupils had a glass-like texture, delicate and fragile.

At that moment, a sense of dizziness quickly passed through Xie Yi's mind, his heart was beating, as if it wanted to break through the thin flesh and bones, and burst out of his chest cavity.

Xie Yi stared at her blankly.

Her gaze was peaceful, clear like a stream flowing through the mountains, only reflecting Xie Yi's shadow, not a single trace of joy or sorrow.

He seemed to realize something suddenly, closed his eyes, and said dryly, "I see."

He originally wanted to persuade her to submit to Qin Zhi.

Xie Ruqing picked up the teapot on the table, slowly filled two cups of tea, and handed one cup to Xie Yi.She said: "I'm going to die," and smiled slightly, "But, before I die, I still can't let you go."

Xie Yina shouted "Sister".

She picked up the tea on the table, brought it to her lips, and lowered her head to take a sip.But his eyes lowered, only to see strands of blood scattered in the clear tea soup, so he stretched his long sleeves, covered his movements, raised his head and drank the tea mixed with his own blood.

She gracefully and casually wiped the corner of her lips with her sleeve, but Xie Yi didn't see a trace of blood.

"You came just in time." Her face became paler, but there was some strange emotion in her eyes, like a huge monster that could burst out of the water at any time and devour everything.

Xie Yi was a little flustered, he didn't know what else to do at this time, he just looked at her blankly and murmured, as if asking himself or someone else: "Why...why..."

Why, do you have to die?

When he came, he asked Qin Zhi if Xie Ruqing must die.

The man was walking in front of him, and there was clearly a light shining on him, but his back seemed to be engulfed in darkness.

"If she can give up on the Xie family..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Xie Yi understood what he meant - if Xie Ruqing could abandon the aristocratic family and belong to Qin Zhi, he would not have to die.

However, she refused.

She was willing to die for the family, but she did not allow Xie Yi to die for anything.

"Are you by Qin Zhi's side now?" Xie Ruqing asked.

Xie Yi felt a little guilty, he lowered his head, and gave a soft "hmm".

Xie Ruqing covered her lips with a smile and said, "Okay."

Xie Yi looked at her in surprise.

"I hope you can survive." Xie Ruqing raised her head and swallowed a mouthful of blood gushing from her throat.

Enduring the burning pain in her heart, she didn't even wrinkle her eyebrows, but said in an extremely flat voice, "It is enough for the Xie family to die alone to protect the dignity. You can... live well."

After saying this, she seemed to be choking on the blood stuck in her throat, and coughed heavily, the blood flowed out unstoppably, soaking half of her sleeves in an instant.

"Sister!!" Xie Yi got up in panic, and wanted to help her, but Xie Ruqing waved his hand to stop her.

Xie Ruqing finally stopped coughing, she stretched out her sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips, but she couldn't wipe it off no matter what, so she refused to wipe it off.

She turned her head to look at Xie Yi, her body was shaking because of the pain, and her voice was no longer steady: "I want you... Promise me one thing."

At this moment, Xie Yi calmed down strangely.

He looked at Xie Ruqing, stared into her eyes, and nodded slowly and carefully.

"You can't...you can't fall in love with Qin Zhi, and you can't...fall in love with...Wang Jingming..." She was panting, speaking intermittently, and even wanted to laugh.

She wants to thank him for living.

She also wants Qin Zhi and Wang Jingming to be in love for the rest of her life.

Xie Ruqing laughed silently——

In this world, what can never be obtained is the best, and what can make people love and hate the most.

Thank you, I will naturally do the best.

So be it.

None of those people can be thanked.

No one can! !

After a short pause, she seemed to gather enough strength, and her voice suddenly became sharp, "You have to remember, who killed your sister! Who killed me!!"

Her voice was shrill, like a cuckoo crying blood, or like a night owl laughing.

After she finished speaking these words in a sharp voice, all the strength in her body seemed to be sucked out, and she collapsed on the ground, her eyes gradually drifting away.

Xie Yi suddenly hissed "Sister", rushed over and hugged her head.

With her head resting on Xie Yi's arms, she still breathed weakly.

The hand stained with coughed up blood slowly grasped Xie Yi's sleeve, she raised her head and looked at Xie Yi with her lips parted, as if she still had something to say.

Xie Yi lowered his head, and put his ear close to her lips.

There was a faint air sound, which slowly entered his ears.

"I... I left, something... for you... that, can make you live..." She whispered a lengthy sentence in his ear.

Until she finished speaking those words, she seemed to finally let go of her heart, tilted her head, and fell into Xie Yi's arms, completely silent.

There was a thunder outside the house, and it should have been the torrential rain that should have been in this season, pouring down.

In the room, the candle has been burned for a long time, and the light of the fire is as dim as beans.

Xie Yi hugged the gradually cold corpse in his arms, and sat in a daze.

Xie Ruqing is dead.

After leaving him those things, died.

His eyes were sore and stinging, and some hot liquid dripped down his cheeks.

But in an instant, it became cold.

Why should you be so nice to him?

Obviously, he can't repay anything.

He called out "sister" in a low voice.

No one responded to him.

Suddenly, as if awakened from a drowsy dream at the bottom of a deep pool, he put down the person in his arms, and stood up stiffly and slowly.

"I promise you."

He said.

The sound is so soft.

And so heavy.

Turn around, step by step, go out.

As heavy as it rains.

He was blown into the corridor by the wind and got wet all over him.

The bloodstains were soaked in water, and smeared on his snow-white clothes into clusters, stars, and dots like stamens.

"Thank you."

He turned to leave, but a voice behind him stopped him.

Xie Yi slowly turned his head away.

The corners of his eyes, because he had just cried, were still slightly red.There is a different kind of beauty that is fragile and natural.

Wang Jingming stood by the door, looked at him, and said two words with slightly parted lips: "My condolences."

What would Xie Yi think?

The murderer, with such a ridiculous gesture of compassion, said the word "sorry" to him, it should be extremely mocking, right?

Will he pounce on him resentfully, beat him, or even strangle him to death?

Wang Jingming's hand hanging by his side tightened bit by bit.The phalanx has turned white due to too much force.

He stared at Xie Yi, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

But Xie Yi just nodded.

It's like saying "Got it".

Then, he left silently along the long palace corridor.

Wang Jingming leaned against the door, as if all the strength in his body had just been pulled out of his body, and what was left in this body was only a mess of dirty mud.

He covered his eyes with one hand and smiled softly.

——Thank you.

His lips fluttered, trying to stop him.

But these two words rolled on the tip of the tongue several times, but they were never spit out.

He wanted to ask if Xie Yi still wanted to ask for his jade pendant.

If you still want it, then I will give it to you.

He wanted to go forward, walked in front of Xie Yi, reached out to touch the corners of his reddish, wet eyes, and said "Don't cry".

He wanted to hug Xie Yi, wrap his arms around his thin shoulders, put the jade pendant in Xie Yi's palm, and say "I will give you everything I have, don't be sad".

However, he just stood in front of the door, his clothes lifted by the wind, watching Xie Yi's back disappear into the corner where the palace lantern could not see.

not moving at all.

Xie Yi fell ill completely.

His condition, which had improved slightly, worsened again.

This time, like a tree whose roots have been cut off, his body declined irreparably.

Xie Yi only felt that he had fallen into a huge, endless nightmare.

The splendid bedroom with stacked curtains, the exquisite and elegant decoration of palace lanterns, the tightly frowning eyebrows of the imperial doctor and Doctor Chen, and Qin Zhi's panic-stricken and frightened face, everything is distorted into a strange light and color.

Those noisy voices seemed to be arguing or scolding, but Xie Yi couldn't hear a word.

He didn't know how long he had slept, or in other words, he didn't even know whether he was awake or asleep. He didn't know how long he had been in a daze, and finally he had a glimmer of clarity for a long time.

At that time, he was lifted up and was leaning against someone's arms, a glass of water pressed against his lips, moistening the pale and chapped lips.

He drank slowly, then raised his head to see whose arms he was leaning on.

What came into view was Qin Zhi's profile.

Qin Zhi seemed to have not slept well for several days and nights, his eyes were black and blue, and his appearance was haggard.

But the moment he noticed that Xie Yu raised his head, his eyes burst into an astonishing brilliance, and his joy was beyond words.

He cautiously called Xie Yi's name softly, and asked again: "How do you feel?"

Xie Yi lowered his head, and finished drinking the glass of water with his hand.

Not a word was said.

Seeing that he had finished drinking the water, Qin Zhi asked someone to pour some water.

Xie Yi shook his head lightly.

So Qin Zhi didn't move, helped him to lie down, and sent someone to invite Dr. Chen.

Turning his head again, he saw that Xie Yi had closed his eyes, and on his snow-white face, the slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was a little tired.

Bai Bai's voice echoed in Xie Yi's mind: "Hey, host, are you okay? You've been in a coma for many days... Are you okay?"

Xie Yi felt tired all over his body, he didn't want to answer at first, but hearing the pity of crying in vain, he cheered up and said: "I'm fine."

"... Really, really?" Bai Bai continued, "Bai Bai is so worried..."

Xie Yi said slowly: "I just suddenly wanted to understand something."

"hold head high."

Yes, I suddenly figured it out.

No matter how good Xie Ruqing was, he was just a passer-by in his life.

He has what he needs to work hard for-his dead relatives, his young nephew, and his Qi Wei family.

He had already lost so much that there was nothing left to sacrifice.

This time it was so, and it will be so in the future.It can only be so.

Crush a soft heart and temper it into cold steel.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the bed.

Qin Zhi was still there.

"Your Majesty." Xie Yi called him.

Qin Zhi looked at him, pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.

Xie Yi turned a blind eye and just asked, "Where's my sister?"

Qin Zhi's pupils shrank quickly, and then returned to normal in a blink of an eye. He said, "It has already been buried."

Xie Yi let out a "hmm" and closed his eyes again.

This time, he seemed to be really asleep.

When Qin Zhi came back the next day, Xie Yi was already able to get out of bed.

The night Xie Ruqing died, it rained continuously for several days, which should not have happened in this season.

However, the Ministry of Rituals seems to have found a wonderful reason that can let him breathe a sigh of relief, saying that what the eldest princess did offended the ancestors, resulting in a strange celestial phenomenon, so it is not worthy of the honor of the eldest princess.

Coincidentally, after the eldest princess was hastily buried, the rain stopped.

It rained continuously for several days, and the ground was still wet and slippery just after it stopped.

Xie Yi stood on the porch, under the porch was a garden full of miscellaneous hag grass, with extremely fresh and tender fresh green peeking out from the yellow-black withered grass, filled with clear dew.

In late winter and early spring, the weather is cold.

From afar, Qin Zhi saw Xie Yixue's white sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Like a snow-white epiphyllum blooming in the elegant night, kissed by the wind and surrounded by bees and butterflies, it goes to helpless decline at the most blooming moment, and does not give people a chance to breathe for a moment.

He is still so beautiful.

Yet so weak.

It's as if there is no difference from before.

However, as long as Qin Zhi thought about what Dr. Chen said to those imperial doctors, he would feel like he was on fire.

It wasn't until Qin Zhi walked up to him that Xie Yi seemed to have suddenly realized something and wanted to kneel down.

Then he was supported.

Xie Yi did not follow the trend to get up, but insisted on kneeling down, his knee hit the stone slab, making a dull sound, his snow-white clothes were stained with dust.

The sky was gloomy, and the dark clouds that hadn't dissipated seemed to be suppressed, bringing a depressing atmosphere with damp water vapor.On the jagged and bare branches of the old tree, there is a bird that Xie Yi can't name, fluttering its wings, circling and falling.

Xie Yi just like that, lowered his eyebrows, knelt in front of Qin Zhi, and said: "Your Majesty, please let the grass people leave the palace."

long silence.

The people around held their breaths and waited for the king to speak.

In the end, Qin Zhi just sneered, and said two words in a cold voice: "No."

Then he saw Xie Yi's eyelashes trembling violently, like a butterfly struggling to die.

Ah.

You must hate loneliness, right?

How to be in the same room with the enemy who destroyed your family and killed your sister?

Xie Yi's pale lips were tightly pressed together, and he slowly stood up, he coughed lightly before speaking, his voice was still calm: "Yes."

Qin Zhi's tone softened slightly: "Now the outside world is not stable, and there are still rebels running around, you don't have to worry about going out."

"Yes." He replied, the voice just escaped his lips, but was blown away by the sudden wind.

Xie Yi lowered his eyelashes, in his dark, quiet eyes like a deep pool, there was such an extremely cryptic smile that was fleeting.

He already knew.

It turned out that Qin Zhi liked him.

But just like what Xie Ruqing said.

——You cannot fall in love with Qin Zhi, nor can you fall in love with Wang Jingming.

It's like a ghost in a ghost story who suddenly got a chance and opened up a spiritual demon.

Overnight, those innocence were all discarded.

Qin Zhi dragged him into the hall.

Xie Yi did not resist, but followed meekly.

They walked through the corridor and into the dark and gloomy room.It was still dark, so Xie Yi didn't ask someone to light the lamps, the light in the hall was ambiguous, and the layered curtains were half-drawn by jade hooks, creating a deep and mysterious atmosphere.

Qin Zhi asked someone to light the lamp.

The candle flame jumped frivolously, and then was covered by the lampshade, burning steadily.The soft light diffused inch by inch through the darkness, finally illuminating the entire hall.

The skirts of the court ladies didn't even flutter, and they retreated one after another in silence like fish swimming.

Xie Yi covered his lips with one hand, coughed intermittently in a low voice, he was held down by Qin Zhi's shoulders, and sat down on the soft couch.

The emperor slightly bent his knees and squatted down in front of him.

Xie Yi noticed his movement, and quickly stretched out his hand to help him, with a look of confusion in his eyes: "Your Majesty, no."

Qin Zhi just glanced at him casually, told him to sit still, and then half knelt down.

Maybe it's because Xie Ruqing is dead, the aristocratic family has fallen, the situation is settled, and Qin Zhi no longer suffers from his confidant, so naturally he is not as restrained and observant as he used to be.

He held Xie Yi's ankle, removed his shoes and socks, lifted up his loose trousers, and looked at his knee.

I don't know if it's because he is born with thin skin and tender flesh, or if he knelt too hard just now, the shiny flesh on his knees showed some bruises, which looked a little scary under the light.

Qin Zhi frowned: "Does it hurt?"

Xie Yi shook his head slowly: "It's okay."

Qin Zhi stretched out his hand and lightly touched Xie Yi's wound, and he didn't know if it was his illusion, he held his ankle in his palm and trembled slightly.It's like trying to hide, but there's nowhere to hide.

Xie Yi's voice resounded, it was thin, like a wisp of delicate and slender green plants swimming in the cold snow-melted mountain stream, there was such a subtle and imperceptible lingering meaning in it: "Your Majesty."

Qin Zhi was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses.

Looking up, he saw Xie Yi's jet-black eyelashes illuminated by the light, casting soft shadows on his snow-white face, his face was so calm that it could be called indifferent.

It seemed that the low call just now was just Qin Zhi's illusion.

But immediately, I heard Xie Yiru whispering, lightly: "I seem to have had a dream for a long, long time."

"I almost thought that we hadn't come out from there yet." He smiled softly, and there was an illusory smile in his pupils, "These are just the illusions that we experienced when we were about to die."

The emperor lowered his head, his chest seemed to be filled with sudden softness, even a little sore and achy.

Joy and sadness, like twin flowers, are entangled with each other, growing and spreading unscrupulously in his heart.

"No loss." Qin Zhi suddenly read Xie Yi's words in a low voice, he pressed his palm on Xie Yi's injured knee, exerted strength, and his voice was cold, "You can hate Gu."

Pain can make people sober, Xie Yi's eyes that had been somewhat slackened gathered again, he looked at Qin Zhi, and slowly shook his head: "I have no position to resent Your Majesty."

He seemed to be saying—my family deserved it.

Qin Zhi stood up, his shadow was elongated by the candlelight and dragged on the ground.

Xie Yi sat on the couch, his eyes followed him, and he raised his head.

All I could see was that Qin Zhi leaned forward with a sense of coercion.

He got closer to Xie Yi, and there was a sentence that flowed into Xie Yi's ears along with his breath: "No loss, I am happy with you alone."

It's like the sky and the earth are turned upside down, and the stars are reversed.

In an instant, the Chonghua Hall became so big, so big...so big that the finely carved beams and columns, and the winding and stacked veils could not be seen.

In an instant, they became so small, so small... as small as two tiny drops of water falling into the vast ocean.

In the boundless space, there is only such a sentence "My heart is happy with you", which echoes leisurely and then returns leisurely.

Even into an echo.

Xie Yi's pupils widened.

Undisguised astonishment and surprise seeped out from inside.

Qin Zhi waited for his answer.

What would Xie Yi do when the enemy whose family was ransacked and exterminated confessed his love?

Furious, ashamed, or even pretending to be ingratiating?

Time seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems that only a blink of an eye has passed.

The corners of Xie Yi's lips slowly curled up, subtle and cruel malice trickled out: "Your Majesty, it shouldn't be like this."

With such a sentence, the brilliance in Qin Zhi's eyes shattered into thousands of starlights, which were silently annihilated in the empty darkness.

The former son of a family, with such a cautious attitude, advised: "Your Majesty should be a wise king through the ages. I am like a blemish and cannot be stained with jade."

He got up and knelt down on the ground, the snow-colored clothes spread out like a waterfall, like a huge white flower.With his forehead on the ground, he repeated in a low voice: "I am like a blemish, unbearable to be dyed."

How cruel.

Qin Zhi closed his eyes and said, "You are not."

Xie Yi did not move, only a low and hoarse voice came from under his sleeve: "Yes or no, it all depends on His Majesty."

He pushed Qin Zhi to a corner.

Behind him, there is already a cliff of thousands of feet, and if he takes another step back, there will be no bones left.

If Qin Zhi insisted on having him, then he would be a blemish that would last forever on the jade.

Want Qin Zhi to watch him, being spurned by thousands of people over and over again.

Qin Zhi looked down at him.

People who can be touched as long as you bend down and stretch out your hands are so close and so far away.

"Thank you." His voice was hoarse.

It's like asking yourself, and it's like asking someone else: "Why is this?"

What's up with this?

Naturally, because I don't want to.

Xie Yi thought indifferently - I don't want to love you, so I want to deprive you of the right to love me.

Even if it is, take revenge on you for Xie Ruqing.

"Please think twice, Your Majesty."

After the shadow was silent on the ground for a while, it slowly faded away with the sound of the cloth rubbing, and finally disappeared in the bright lights of the hall.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Yi raised his head.

He was the only one left in the hall.

There was a sigh, as if floating slowly from the bottom of the deep sea, and disappeared.

The sky cleared completely, and Xie Yi's illness became more and more serious.

The chilly air of early spring brushes past the branches, disturbing the fresh green that can be revealed.The clear and bright golden sunlight poured down from the clouds, and the branches and leaves destroyed by the harsh winter began to softly regenerate.

Qiao Shishi slowly drank the remaining wine in the glass, and his pale lips were stained with wine, showing a more rosy color.So that handsome face, which was slightly inferior to the person in front of him, also became brilliant because of this soft red.

He put down the cup in his hand, raised his brows slightly, and said with a smile: "Young Master Jingming, you and I are both serving His Majesty, why make things difficult for my people?"

Wang Jingming glanced at the person in the corner, with an elegant and casual tone: "You said this is your person?"

"Of course." Qiao Shishi said, "This man's name is Yun Ting, and he is the luthier I bought..."

But Wang Jingming shook his head, and said lightly: "Not long ago, you gave him to Xie Yi." His tone was already gentle, but his eyes suddenly turned cold and stern, revealing a frightening brilliance, "Your Majesty Order the ministers to eliminate the chaotic party, and would rather kill by mistake than let it go... the order is strictly prohibited."

He bit those four words very hard, almost saying each word clearly.

But Qiao Shishi snorted lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in it: "Is Xie Wushou also in the ranks of 'Ning Wrong Kill'?"

"...He's not." Wang Jingming said in silence for a moment.

Qiao Shishi curled his lips, and there was an extremely subtle emotion in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant. He said in a very low voice: "I think so."

The light like molten gold filtered through the window, shaking off the gold dust all over the person.

Qiao Shiyi looked out of the window, his eyes reflected the indigo mountains in the distance, and his voice was incomprehensible: "Xie Ruqing is dead, and he is the one who should be tracked down most about where the last things left by the Xie family are. .”

Wang Jingming did not refute.

Indeed, the last person Xie Ruqing saw before his death was Xie Yi.

If she knew the whereabouts of those things, she would naturally tell Xie Yi, even if it was to let Xie Yi get one more life-saving thing.

Qiao Shishi suddenly turned his head and smiled: "But, how can you be willing?"

Thank you, thank you.

How can there be so many people like you?

His eyes suddenly became sharp again, and he looked at Wang Jingming closely: "Are you reluctant?"

Young Master Jingming, who is well-known in Jinling, just lowered his head and sipped the bouillon in his glass, saying: "There is nothing to be reluctant about."

"I heard that he is dying of illness?"

Wang Jingming was stunned for a while, then subtly nodded his head: "Yes."

"That's really fast." He said, "If a person dies, he can get nothing."

Wang Jingming was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "He won't die."

He said to himself - Xie Yi will not die.

Qiao Shishi smiled slowly again, with some almost delusion and meager sadness: "A person like him, whether he is alive or dead, is it a pity, right?"

Wang Jingming walked away.

He went to see Xie Yi.

Unlike the last time he stood alone on the corridor, this time, he was sitting in the pavilion, surrounded by as many as six or seven court ladies and servants.

In the warm and cold weather, a heater is placed in the pavilion to dispel the chilly air.

The slightly sweet smell of spices floats in the air, sticks to the tip of the nose, and cannot be entangled.

Xie Yi seemed to be getting sicker and sicker, his thin shoulders could barely catch his clothes, and his empty sleeves were gently flapped by the wind.However, as long as he sat there, he didn't need to say or do anything, and there was a kind of breathtaking beauty.

Like some kind of evil flower, the closer it is to dying, the bigger it will bloom.

Wang Jingming walked over slowly, holding the jade pendant in her palm.

He pronounced his name: "Thank you."

Xie Yi slowly raised his head and looked at him.The dark eyes and snow-white face formed a strange contrast.

Wang Jingming stood a few steps away from Xie Yi, his lips moved, trying to think out the right words.Yet no matter how he weighed it, those words were inappropriate.

He finally gave up dejectedly, and asked straightforwardly: "You know, where are the last things left by the Xie family?"

Xie Yi stared at him.

I don't know if it's Wang Jingming's illusion, but I always feel that there is a mocking emotion in those eyes.

"I know." Xie Yi said.

"please tell me."

Xie Yi slowly curled his lips and said, "Okay."

Wang Jingming suddenly felt a little terrified.

Xie Yi's eyes flickered slightly, like a jug of glistening wine, illuminated by the moonlight, showing a sparkling rosy color.

"Come here, please," he said.

Wang Jingming walked over.

"Can you give me your jade pendant?" Xie Yi said, "In exchange, I can tell you the whereabouts of those things."

Wang Jingming nodded slightly.

He held Xie Yi's hand, lifted it up, and put something in his palm.

It was a flawless piece of jade.The color is clear and the texture is fine.

It seemed that it was no different from other jade pendants, but the moment he picked it up, there was some special energy that quickly spread along Xie Yi's palm to his whole body.

It was as if every texture of the whole body had been ironed, and the dying body unexpectedly gave birth to vigorous vitality at that moment.

Also at that moment, in Xie Yi's mind, the words "Mission Complete" were lit up by a golden light.

He blinked, tightly clenched the piece of jade in the palm of his hand, and looked up at Wang Jingming.

"Those things, in..." He whispered a place name.

Wang Jingming nodded slightly, turned and left.

But the moment he turned around, he couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his lips, and coughed.

He put down his hand, and a ray of bright red slowly disappeared in his sleeve.

Just when there was a breeze, the snow-colored petals rolled up and fell into the courtyard, like white waves gushing out of the tide.

Xie Yi saw it, a hint of surprise appeared on his snow-white face, and his voice was like a sigh: "The pear blossoms are blooming..."

The spring breeze seems to blow all over Jinling overnight, and the new pear blossoms are soft and white, blooming delicately and timidly on the branches.

Wang Jingming raised his head, his eyes flicked over the snow-white branches, and he cast his eyes on the boundless sky.An unknown bird flew over the mountains, turned into a black dot, and disappeared into the distance.

He walked out of the pavilion slowly, but his lips were slightly curved, and his smile was faint.

But there were exclamations from the court ladies behind him: "My lord!!"

Wang Jingming was startled and turned his head hastily.

Xie Yi's jet-black hair spilled all over the floor like ink, and the snow-white sleeves were spread out, with pear blossoms scattered on it, blending silently into one color.

Even though the surroundings were so noisy, there was a death-like silence spreading from the bottom of his heart.