The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

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Jiang Si's heart beat.

Yu Jin's voice lightened: "But as for this matter, even if you have heard it, no one else knows except for a very small number of people."

Jiang Si raised her eyes to look at him, realizing something solemn from it.

"If it's inappropriate, then don't say it." Miss Jiang said wrongly.

Don't say anything that shouldn't be said, she will be held accountable in return. She just wants to hear the secret, not to be responsible.

Sure enough, when Jiang Si said so, Yu Jin hurriedly said, "I told you the most suitable."

For the seventh prince Yu, naturally, no secrets are important to understand Master Happy's misunderstanding of him.

Glancing at the door, Yu Jin whispered: "The saint of the Wu Miao nationality in southern Xinjiang is actually long gone."

Jiang Si has been waiting for Yu Jin to tell any secrets, and when he heard this, his eyes changed suddenly.

It is indeed a secret that the saint Assan is not alive at this time, even the number of people in the Wu Miao tribe who knew about it was more than a slap.

She is one, Yu Qi is one, Elder Wu Miao is one, and Asang's personal servant girl is one.

She lived in southern Xinjiang, and the reason why she was able to survive as the saint Asang was because Asang passed away for a long time without public announcement of her death. Elder Wumiao said to the outside that the saint had practiced in retreat.

In southern Xinjiang, there are not only the Wu-Miao clan, but dozens of large and small groups living together, among which the most prominent is the Wu-Miao. It can be said that other ethnic groups are led by the Wu Miao clan, whether it is to worship the Great Zhou Dynasty or to deal with the neighboring Nanlan nobles, the Wu Miao clan comes forward.

However, such Wu Miao people respect women, because only women can master the unpredictable Wu Miao secret technique.

The saint was selected from among many qualified Wu Miao women. It is conceivable that the death of the saint was a heavy blow to the Wu Miao clan, and once it was spread out, it would easily arouse the restlessness of certain ethnic groups. .

Day after day, year after year, who is willing to be ruled all the time?

Jiang Si was surprised not by the secret that the saint Asang was dead, but by Yu Jin's casual tone when talking about it.

In any case, the man on the opposite side mentioned Asang's death in such a tone, not as if he was deeply rooted in love. It would be terrible if the other party was so indifferent to the real sweetheart in order to coax her.

Her happy Yu Qi is not such a person.

It was just when the morning light was good, even though the main room covered the door to prevent the sunlight from sneaking in, it was still bright, and you could clearly see the subtle changes in a person's face.

Jiang Si was certain that she did not find a trace of sadness from the face of the man opposite.

That line is not as cold as in the previous life, the most show on the face is just a sigh.

"In short, the death of the saint of the Wu Miao nationality is extremely important to the Wu Miao nationality. Now, except for a few people, no one in the world knows it, and I learned it by chance." Yu Jin finished this and paused for a moment.

Jiang Si looked at him, with countless questions circling in her heart, but those problems were like burning charcoal fire blocking her chest, making her heart-piercing.

The most helpless situation is probably hers. For her, he has spent countless days and nights with her, but she is just a person who has a good heart for him but is not a familiar person.

Could she ask: Since you don't like the saint Asang, why do you cherish and hide the portrait of Asang?

Or ask: Since you don't like Asang, why did you say you like it in your previous life?

Jiang seems to feel that he has walked into a dead end. This is not her fault, nor his fault. It seems that destiny has played tricks.

She thought with frustration: The matter of the previous life may never be understood.

At this moment, the teenager opposite said in a calm tone: "If I am a happy saint Wumiao, I will definitely be willing to exchange my life for her."

Jiang Si was shocked, and blurted out: "Change life?"

Yu Jin regained his guilty appearance, and Baba blinked: "It's just that, everyone in this world can misunderstand, you can't, or I would be too wronged."

There are many secret arts in the Wumiao clan. There is a thaumaturgy of life-for-life that is only circulated among a handful of people. The conditions are very harsh.

Although he didn't know how to use the secret technique, he was shocked after hearing this by chance, knowing what kind of disaster it would be for the Wu Miao people once it spread.

Resurrection from the dead is the temptation to overthrow the mountains and rivers and to waste lives for those who have mastered the power of terror.

Jiang Si looked away, but a kind of joy quietly grew from the bottom of his heart, like being born in spring water, melting the snow and ice accumulated in his heart for many years.

She had to try her best to keep the tears from breaking the embankment, but the teardrops quickly condensed on the slender eyelashes and fell heavily.

Yu Jin was a little at a loss.

Why did Asi cry?

"I have something to lie to you..." Yu Jin bit his scalp and said.

Since I have to say it sooner or later, it's better as soon as possible. Who would let Asi probably already know.

Jiang Si looked at him, her tear-washed eyes were black and shiny: "What?"

"Well... my last name is Yu..."

"King Yan, right?" Jiang Si asked lightly.

Yu Jin rejoiced for a while.

Fortunately, he didn't have the chance to keep hiding, otherwise he would be finished.

"I didn't intend to hide it from you, I'm afraid that the second brother Jiang will get uncomfortable getting along with me after knowing my identity..."

Jiang Si pulled the corners of his mouth: "Uh."

If she only knew this guy in this life, she might believe it. Why are you afraid that your second brother will be uncomfortable, clearly intending to approach her calmly like the previous life...

This thought flashed in his mind, Jiang Si's complexion changed slightly.

Regardless of the previous life or this life, he and the saint Asang met first, and later met her. In the previous life, it can be said that they got along with each other day and night and gave birth to feelings. What about this life?

She didn't look good to him from the beginning, but he was unreserved and stalked. Under the premise of not getting along, is it because she has a red mole less than Asang that made him fall in love at first sight?

This is obviously impossible.

Jiang Si changed one of his hands on the table to a cheek, and seemed to ask casually: "If you can say that the king of Yan is in love with the saint, the saint is a beauty, right?"

Yu Jinman's tension suddenly disappeared.

A See, this is jealous, right? If she doesn't have him in her heart, why should she care if Saint Wu Miao is a beauty?

This discovery made him fatten up immediately, or it is his true color to be bold and thick.

Yu Jin nodded earnestly with a look: "Saint Wu Miao is indeed a rare beauty."

Jiang seemed silent.

Yu Jin leaned in and leaned closer: "A Si, are you jealous?"

Jiang Si lifted his eyes and glanced at him coolly: "The prince is joking."

She shouldn't talk nonsense with this crazy bastard!