Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

Seeing his pursed lips, clenched fists, and his knuckles turning white, Nanshan sighed softly. She originally thought that she remembered too few things, and might accidentally touch some cause and effect. But now it seems that she can't remember, but instead It's a blessing.

It seemed like she was about to become his inner demon.

Maybe it already is.

She couldn't watch him destroy himself.

"Xuan Qingyi." He grabbed his fist with his little hand, "Look at me."

Xuan Qing also raised his head, his eyes still red.

Nanshan grabbed his fist and put it in his palm, opened it bit by bit, and then put his palm on his face: "Xuan Qingyi, it's me, I'm fine, I wasn't hurt."

After a pause, a gentle voice slowly came out from her lips: "I'm not hurt by you. I know that you have protected me for so many lives, and I don't blame you at all. I only feel sorry for you."

His palms trembled, and his fingers moved slightly, gently stroking her cheek.

Don't you blame him?

Weren't you hurt by him?

Will...feel sorry for him?

"What's in the past, let it go. I know sometimes it's hard for you to let go, but look at me in front of you. I'm very content. It's you who protected me life after life. Now, the backlash of cause and effect is getting more and more on me. Weak. You also have to look forward, okay?"

"..." Xuan Qing's throat rolled, but the word "good" did not come out after all. He only nodded with red eyes.

"Take another sip." Nanshan saw him nodding and handed over the tea.

Ever since the Mountain God Seal and Qinglong bloodline were shocked and lost their spirituality, Xuan Qing seemed to be tortured by those terrible memories and could only take his time.

Nanshan sat on the futon in front of the coffee table, holding his hands and chin as he looked at Xuan Qingyi, who was sitting on the couch, drinking a cup of tea: "Xuan Qingyi, I'm going to visit the nursery tomorrow. You can dress up and come with me." go together?"

The person on the couch's eyes lit up: "Okay."

Then: "Disguise?"

Nanshan laughed. Do you still care about your identity?

"Yes, how about dressing up as Mr. Accountant?" He added: "Otherwise I will be rumored to have a secret relationship with a foreign man."

Accountants in South Vietnam are not only employed in various shops, but also have accounting firms, helping passing merchants or local merchants to take care of their accounts.

"it is good."

Xuan Qing also nodded. In fact, it didn't matter what the rumors were. He could be responsible for them no matter what the rumors were.

Before returning to Wormwood Lane, Xuan Qing also put the sachet prepared by the tree spirit on the coffee table.

After using the barrier to send Xuan Qingyi out, Nanshan returned to the room, placed his palms on the soil where the eight-leaf mugwort had been planted, and slowly absorbed it.

The soil in this basin was later replaced by the soil she returned to the ruins. Putting it back now will help her recover.

-

Biancheng.

White House.

Mr. Bai was sitting in the study with a letter, holding the armrest of the Grand Master's chair with one hand and holding the letter with the other.

He could never guess how shameless Nanshan Yunneng was.

Usually when such an embarrassing thing happens, the first thing you do is consider your own daughter and discuss the wedding date with the other person's family. This Nanshan Yun is lucky, saying that the Bai family's land is equal to the Nanshan family's assets, so they can be considered a good match.

"Find me the unfilial son!" Mr. Bai said to the young man beside him. The young man responded and quickly left to find his young master.

At this time, Bai Wuyin was playing with a painting. He was very good at painting, but this painting was so scrawled that you couldn't even tell what it was. But it was always placed on the desk, and he took it out to look at from time to time. The light in his eyes was obscure.

"Sir, please go to the study to tell the story." The boy bowed his head and reported.

Bai Wuyuan looked away from the painting. Did it come so soon? As expected, Nan Shanyun is still the shameless businessman who only talks about money.

"I know, I'll be there soon."

"Yes."

Bai Wuyin rolled up the painting and placed it in a painting tube. This was a painting tube specially customized for this painting. It was firmly nailed to the desk to accompany him through the most difficult years.

In the past few years, there have been many times when he could only hold on to the painting tube firmly with both hands and not go crazy. The painting tube would always contain this painting, and only this painting.

When she was kicked out of the house, he went to see her off, but the boy called him back hastily on the way, saying that something big had happened to the Bai family. After that, he was masked and beaten half to death, and the Bai family also Moved out of Langzhou quickly.

He didn't catch her, and he didn't know where she went. Only the moon-white hem of clothes he saw in the carriage that he caught before leaving was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

So he drew the corner of his clothes.

Over the years, he had long forgotten her appearance. If it hadn't been for a quick glance at the Requiem Temple, he would have almost forgotten how he got to Biancheng.

Bai Wuyin touched the painting that was put back into the painting tube, and then his hand stayed on the mouth of the painting tube, grabbing it hard, and the veins on his hand popped out.

He was also very ridiculous at that time, and his reputation was also ruined by his opponents. After all, it was his Bai family's poor financial resources, and those old guys who had been rooted in Langzhou for a long time easily cannibalized their properties in Langzhou.

He remembered that everyone stayed away from him at that time. Only the eldest daughter of the Nanshan family, who had a proud attitude, looked at him with a cold face, but did not avoid him like others.

She listened to his angry and deliberately dissolute words and looked at him expressionlessly: "I know the rumors are untrue, and you don't have to deliberately cater to the rumors."

Later he found out that she also had the same bad reputation, but she still maintained her sobriety and insight into the world.

She is different.

Bai Wuyin took a deep breath, touched the painting tube, stood up and headed towards Master Bai's study.

"Dad, what do you want from me?"

When Mr. Bai saw the unfilial son coming in with his sleeves dangling, he waited for him with a stern look in his eyes. He wanted to throw a cup of tea at him, but he resisted.

This son is naughty, but he really hasn't caused anything too extreme. Plus, his health... ugh! After all, he couldn't bear to beat him.

"Oh, it came pretty fast."

Seeing that his father remained silent and just stared at him, Bai Wuyuan raised his eyebrows, moved his eyes to the piece of paper, took it over, and read every line.

After reading it, seeing the old man still staring at him, I had to go over and add some tea to him: "Dad, don't be too angry, I won't have children anyway."

The old man suddenly woke up. This bastard was the only one in the whole house who didn't care to talk about this matter. He was the only one in the Bai family!

Seeing that the old man turned from anger to sadness and helplessness, Bai Wuyin continued: "Isn't the arrangement we have made for so many years just to return to Langzhou to avenge and complain?"

"Wouldn't it be better if someone handed me a pillow when I'm dozing off? Nanshan Yun owns my Bai family's land. In fact, it's not his turn to make arrangements. And she, the third daughter, is also very stupid, so it's best to deal with it."

Just think of it as a way to attract wealth, which is pretty good.