No second minister

However, the politeness is not superficial, how can he be a sensible person in the real sense?

"I do remember that Qi Ye is going to marry an orphan."

Treating the person in the same way as the person, that person did a good job.

"It has nothing to do with you, Xu Borong, shouldn't you know that you are already a dead person, and a dead person should have dead people's rules."

There was a slight wave in Yue Zhi's heart, Wuming was talking about Xu Borong, but why did Xu Borong break into this place?

Although he was suspicious, many expectations arose in his heart for no reason.

He suddenly thought of a poem, which probably said that a woman is looking forward to her husband, but he still couldn't think of this line, as if his memory had been ripped out alive.

He had a headache, but he couldn't find the reason, and his heart ached, but there was no cure for it.

He is almost insane.

However, he heard the man's words as calm as the sea.

"It's up to me to set the rules for the living, let alone the dead, get out of the way!"

Wuming was slightly stunned, as if he wanted to find some truth in his eyes, but in the end he still backed away.

"Isn't it good to forget, or is it not good to say that we don't owe each other?"

He didn't know, so he could only whisper, Xu Borong only took a deep look at him when he passed by his side.

"No name, you kept it from me."

He defined it.

Xu Borong is not a kind person, once he has been tricked, there will be no second time.

"The people inside must be someone I must see."

His eyes were firm and steady, like long-sharpened obsidian, Wuming took a deep breath, and then glanced behind him, just now he and the assassin who was more persistent were wrapped around his hands by the belt, shouting to wipe socks , probably because he was afraid that he would commit suicide.

"I'll go see him."

Wuming backed out of a road, but Shisan didn't look at him, only stared at Yuezhi, at this once Xu Borong's sweetheart, now he had a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh.

"Thirteen."

Xu Borong seldom speaks to him in this tone, he has always been as gentle and elegant as a cup of tea, but now he is as irritable as boiling water because of his obsession.

His uneasiness was not without source, he quietly drew his sword, Yuezhi was as tall as him, he tried his best to stand in front of Yuezhi, and even wanted to kill him at the last moment when Xu Borong saw Yuezhi.

This man should not live.

"Bane!"

He was furious, and immediately drew his sword, the more he held on, he couldn't dodge it, but after a loud noise, the sky disappeared completely.

boom! ! !

Wuming Future didn't even have time to shout, he didn't even have time to leave, the sadness in the assassin's eyes made him feel uneasy, the assassin broke off his belt somehow, he didn't run away.

Wuming should have been dead long ago, and he couldn't smell the strong smell of gunpowder.

Explosives were hidden in Xigu Pavilion, and the moment the explosion exploded, the flames shot up into the sky. The strange thing is that Yue Zhi felt his whole body was icy cold, as if he was submerged in deep water.

It's a pity that Yue Zhi couldn't see Xu Borong's face.

"Cough cough cough..."

Something was weighing on him.

The west pavilion collapsed.

Yet he was unscathed.

It's just too heavy.

Something pressing against him felt good to the touch.

"Could it be thirteen..."

He was in severe pain all over his body, but his mind was dizzy but he could still guess wildly at this time.

The person who wanted to kill him just now blocked the fire for him.

He chuckled.

"why are you laughing."

Unexpectedly, the sound of "Thirteen" is unexpectedly nice.

"I laughed that you clearly wanted to kill me, but you blocked it for me. It's a trick of good fortune."

"Thirteen" didn't say a word, Yue Zhi was sore all over his body, his arms were very numb, but his fingers always felt a sticky touch.

He moved his hands.

"do not move."

"Thirteen" was probably holding back, speaking as if he had spent all his energy in his life.

The more he insisted, the more he knew, most of the Xigu Pavilion collapsed here, Shisan blocked the trouble for him, and the injury should not be serious.

"I won't kill you."

What he said was strange, as if he wasn't the one who drew his sword and rushed towards him just now, the more he insisted on knowing that he shouldn't make trouble at this time, he simply agreed, so Shisan didn't speak anymore, his head rested on the more He listened to the heartbeat that was getting more and more persistent, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.

"Yue Zhi, your red dress is very beautiful."

What is he talking about?

"Thanks."

Yue Zhi didn't think it was a compliment, he thought about it and said: "Thirteen, it's not just the red clothes, it's me that looks good."

"Thirteen" froze for a moment, then coughed dryly.

"Even the sky thunder that is unique to the imperial court should not be so powerful."

How did this guy change the subject so quickly?

Yue Zhixin slandered, and then he thought about it before he said ambiguously: "Maybe there is more than one explosive, or... um..."

"Thirteen" heard his hesitation.

"Or it wasn't an explosion at all..."

Rather, the Xigu Pavilion should have collapsed in the first place.

Xu Borong didn't go any further, after all he didn't have any evidence.

Speculation without evidence is tantamount to slander.

But in front of Yue Zhi, he didn't want to show any bad things.

Even if he doesn't know why.

"This Xigu Pavilion failed to burn."

That's all he said.

This "thirteen" is not like thirteen...

The more persistent I think.

"Then Xu Borong, why don't you protect him?"

This instead became his question.

"Why don't you protect Wuming?"

"Thirteen" asked back, he was suspected of sophistry, but the more he insisted on not saying it, the right to follow the words of "Thirteen".

"You mean you are close to me, so you should save me, okay, but what about your loyalty and filial piety, if Xu Borong is safe and sound, what should you do?"

"How did you know it was Xu Borong?"

He even called him by his first name.

The more he insisted on "tsk tut" twice, he naturally couldn't see the more troubled expression on "Thirteen".

Xu Borong's family is not as strict as Jiang Liuju's, he's just used to disdain for lying, but now he's not used to it when he suddenly panicked.

"You don't care how I know, why do you still want to check me?"

The more he insisted on speaking arrogantly, but Xu Borong still smiled, and he also knew that this topic was prevaricated.

"The more persistent you are, the more you love Qiye so much?"

Is this person thinking so fast?

"Why do you ask so?"

"Your wedding dress..."

"Is wearing a wedding dress equal to love?"

Xu Borong remained silent, but became excited for no reason.

The wound on the arm no longer hurts, but Ke Yuezhi's name is firmly imprinted on his heart. Even though the memory of this person is very vague, he still subconsciously...

Want him very much.

"The more persistent, do you...do you have someone you like?"

"No."

His tone made Yue Zhi uncomfortable, but he didn't want to lie to him.

"Of course, although I don't have one now, there will always be one in the future. I'm so pretty, right?"

he said.

Xu Borong was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"What about you, the male college should be married and the female college should be married, do you want to guard Xu Borong for the rest of your life?"

"I don't know, but I should have someone I can't forget."