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Xun Zhui tapped the table with his fingertips one after another, with a smile on his face.Standing behind Xun Zhui, Xiao Ti said slowly: "If Madam listens to my master and obediently follows us back, there is still a way to survive."

"Even if you leave Yingge Xiaozhu, Madam is still Yingge Xiaozhu's girl. She knows how to kill someone but doesn't stop her. Madam will also be sentenced at the end of the sentence. Does Madam think that she can stay out of the incident innocently?" Xiao Ti asked. .

Zhao Ningxin's complexion changed, Xun Zhui held his cheeks with both hands, and blinked at Zhao Ningxin innocently.

"Madam is fine if you don't come with us. The government soldiers are outside the door. As long as Madam leaves this door today, it will be a crime of delaying saving people by not reporting it."

"You!" Zhao Ningxin gritted his teeth.

Xiao Ti said again: "Actually, we are not forcing Madam, we are just helping Madam to make the right decision."

Such as cooperation, such as being imprisoned, or being killed by a young lady.

Xiao Ti's words sound nice, but in fact Zhao Ningxin has only one way to go, not only for her own survival, but also for the child in her womb.

No mother would protect her child, Xun thought about it and refuted herself, it shouldn't be said that.Only the vast majority of parents in the world care about their children, and the remaining few are insane.

Zhao Ningxin knew it herself, but if she let go easily, all the chips in her hand would be useless.

Xun Zhui bowed his head and studied the ink, his hands were covered with the smell of ink, Zhao Ningxin's voice came: "If I agree to go back, will you let me go home after testifying?"

"As long as Madam cooperates, Madam and your child can go home safely."

The ink-stained pen belly is full, and the ink melts along the pen tip and the snow-white paper.

Xun Zhui wrote the word "Yu Yao" beautifully on the paper.

Zhao Ningxin naturally noticed Xunzhui's writing, and Xunzhui wrote Koudan's name under Yuyao. It was not the word Koudan, but Koudan's natal life when he was not a girl.

Qu Shuhan.

Yu Yao has become Zhao Ningxin, while Qu Shuhan is still Kou Dan.

The young man caressed the word Yuyao with his fingertips, and said softly, "You become you."

Zhao Ningxin is already Zhao Ningxin, and those women in Yingge Xiaozhu still bear names that don't belong to them. After strangers, midnight dreams, will they ask themselves when they see themselves in the mirror, is the current self still themselves?

After Zhao Ningxin understood the meaning of Xunzhui's words, he let out a long sigh. The sigh was very light, but it seemed that something heavy had been buried by time. He suddenly found it from his memory and wiped off the dust on it, but it was no longer the same. then.

"when are we leaving?"

Xiao Ti explained the day.

Put Zhao Ningxin in the inn on the spot, and when he returned to the villa, Xiao Ti smiled at Xun Zhui and said that if the late emperor knew His Majesty's current character, he would be very pleased.

Xun Zhui frowned slightly, and heard Xiao Ti continue: "When the late emperor was here, he often sent people to see the progress of Ling Yuying's practice, and sometimes came to inspect in person. The late emperor always emphasized that one must first be kind, and then one can know how to deal with things."

The current commander of Ling Yuying suddenly expressed an exclamation with inexplicable personality worship, which made Xun Zhui wonder, and looked at Xiao Ti with suspicious eyes.

Is this late emperor the same person as the late emperor in his memory?

The first emperor in his memory was bold and suspicious, with a paranoid possessive desire for his own possessions.

For example, Yan Hou, who was bound by him to the royal family, even if Yan Hou was willing to serve the royal family, what about the rest of the Yan family?To spend his whole life just for such an illusory title of loyal and good minister?Yanhou didn't completely obey the emperor's orders. After his death, he neither wanted nor wanted to return to Beijing, and was buried alone in the frontier that he had guarded all his life.

It's ridiculous, why should a selfish man be admired?

But Xun Zhui thought again, what is the difference between himself and the first emperor?

He is not qualified to laugh at the late Emperor.

After dinner, Song Nanping and Yu Niesheng played chess, and Xunzhui sat beside them to watch the battle.After three games, Yu Niesheng wanted to hand over the chess pieces to Xunzhui, and Xunzhui quickly waved his hands, he was clear about his own feelings, and usually played chess with Yan Zhaohe to be able to cheat.

Yu Niesheng suddenly remembered something, and while putting away his chess pieces, he asked, "I'm leaving tomorrow, have you gone to the back mountain to see it?"

Xunzui shook his head.

"Go out of my yard and turn left, and go straight to the back mountain." Yu Niesheng said, "Just take a look, don't get too close."

Xun Zhui was about to ask why, when Yu Niesheng said, "Not only Mrs. Bo died in the fire, but we found out that five or six maids were burned to death, but the bodies were not found. I asked the dogs to smell them, but the dogs couldn't even smell them." It smells like it's burnt to ashes."

Xun Zhui got up and waved his hands after listening, expressing that he didn't care, Yu Niesheng was worried and reminded: "If you need anything, send someone to call me."

Yu Niesheng's yard was relatively remote, and it was closer to the back mountain. Xun Zhui followed Yu Niesheng's directions and found the ruins without much effort.Before, Xun Chau could not understand the loss of the Ivy Villa just by the word "fire" in the letter. When he saw the burnt wood piled up in ruins as high as three people, he realized the huge amount of medicinal materials destroyed by the fire.

The south is humid, and dried herbs are not easy to preserve, so we can only build ventilated attics to prevent moisture.The attic is ventilated on all sides. Once this kind of wooden building catches fire, the fire will definitely be out of control.

It's just that Xun Zhui doesn't understand why Mrs. Bo's mother caught fire in the attic where the herbs are stored?

He was about to take a few steps forward when he heard footsteps behind him, followed by a man's voice: "I haven't found His Majesty, I guess His Majesty may be here."

Xun chased his head back, his gaze fell from Yan Zhaohe's face to the fluffy little thing that was shivering in his arms.

"The cat I picked up randomly on the street today." Yan Zhaohe put his slender fingers on the furry head and rubbed the flesh, "When you see the cat, follow me. It is too small, and it will take a while before you can put it back."

At first glance, this cat is not a stray cat that was randomly picked up outside. Its smooth and smooth fur is deceiving anyone!

The kitten was only the size of a palm. Yan Zhaohe gently raised one of his paws and gestured towards Xunzhui. The kitten's watery eyes met Xunzhui's, "Meow meow."

The cry of a suckling cat is weaker than that of an adult cat, and the pitch is thinner, because of fear and a little bit of temptation.

"Meow meow." The kitten meowed three more times.

Xun Zhui remained motionless, as if standing still.

"His Majesty?"

Xun Zhui turned his head and coughed twice, beckoning to Yan Zhaohe, "Bring it here."

When Yan Zhaohe walked in front of Xunzhui, he lowered his head and whispered to the kitten, "It seems that our cute meowing cat has found a new home by itself."

"I didn't agree." Xun Zhuiguai said in a strange voice.

"Ah, then you have to bark harder." Yan Zhaohe put the kitten in Xun Zhui's arms.

"Meow meow meow!" After the kitten touched Xun Zhui, it burrowed hard into Xun Zhui's arms, its little head arched back and forth, and a small paw accidentally hung on the lapel of Xun Zhui's clothes, grabbing the belt he had fastened. scattered.

Xun Zhui said with a dark face: "Take it away!"

"Meow!"

"Take the broken cat away!"

"Meow meow."

"I threw it away." Xun Zhui threatened.

Yan Zhaohe still had no intention of taking over, and Xun Zhui was about to let go, but the kitten jumped down suddenly, and jumped up nimbly along the pile of ruins behind Xun Zhui.

Without waiting for Yan Zhaohe to say anything, Xun Zhui subconsciously chased after the cat, only took two or three steps and he froze suddenly.

Yan Zhaohe thought that Xun Zhui didn't want to chase anymore, so he raised his foot to follow. The kitten was still too small, and the gap in the ruins was too big, so it would be impossible to find it once it fell.

"Don't come over." Xun Zhui slowly kept his body balanced, remembering Yu Niesheng's words not to get too close.

Under his feet was a black hollow log that was burnt to the ground, if he moved again, this log would break.Burnt wooden structures can be piled up so high, completely relying on the delicate balance formed in an instant when they collapse. This balance is easy to break. The weight of one person is already at the limit, and it can no longer bear the weight of a second adult male.

"Crack." There was a crisp sound from the wood under his feet.

Yan Zhaohe obviously also heard this voice, and he shook his head, "I won't move, don't come up."

Yan Zhaohe looked around for a moment and said, "Can I move my feet again?"

"can."

Xun Zhui only took two or three steps up the ruins, and was relatively close to Yan Zhaohe, who said, "Your Majesty, jump down now, and I will catch you."

Xun Zhui was about to nod his head when the kitten's weak meowing sounded again, Xun Zhui's expression changed, seeing the cat that had run away just now pounced towards him.

"Oh!"

The moment the white mass fell into Xun Zhui's arms, the wood under Xun Zhui's feet was finally overwhelmed. Xun Zhui had no time to grab other things while holding the cat. All the burnt and fragile wood broke from different angles, and his feet were empty. The whole person fell towards the ruins.

"His Majesty!"

Yan Zhaohe rushed forward.

During the fall, Xun Zhui closed his eyes tightly, the burning sensation from his cheeks rubbing against the wood was covered by the increasingly violent heartbeat, enveloping his whole body, until a man's nervous voice came from above his head.

Xun Zhui raised his head stiffly, and found that one of his arms was being grabbed by Yan Zhaohe, and most of Yan Zhaohe's body was stuck in the hole with him.

He held the warm cat in his left hand, and the cat was shivering.The warmth of the right hand comes from Yan Zhaohe, calm and powerful.

Xun chased and patted the cat, slowly stuffed the cat into his arms along its fur, raised his head and said to Yan Zhaohe, "Let go."

"Is there anything around His Majesty that you can use?" Yan Zhaohe asked.

Xun Zhui shook his head, his feet were empty, no one told him that there was another floor under the attic where the medicine was stored.

In order to prevent moisture, the medicinal materials are not stored on the first floor, and the neuropathy of which family has to be repaired underground.

Xun Zhui rubbed his shoulders with his left hand, and slowly said to Yan Zhaohe: "You can't stand holding my arm like this, you will fall off too, let go now and call someone."

"No." Yan Zhaohe insisted, "I'm pulling you up now, it doesn't matter where you don't have strength."

Xun Zhui put his left hand on the hands that were holding him, and patted lightly.

He could feel sawdust falling off his face, which proved that Yan Zhaohe himself was not safe. If he was forced to come up, maybe Yan Zhaohe would also fall down together.

What's more... Xun Zhui looked at the dark place blocked by Yan Zhaohe, which he couldn't see at all, feeling a warm liquid flowing down the wrist and then flowing to the elbow, and then it became cold and sighed : "You are bleeding."

"Yan Zhaohe, let go."

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