Master wants to hug

She didn't follow, but looked around carefully.

No one would believe that such a dilapidated nunnery actually has such an authenticity.

The cool wind keeps blowing up from below, with a faint fragrance.

Yueming only felt his throat tighten, and immediately closed his breath.

In other words, Anding did that for Si'er.

Why would that person do that?For fun?

Yueming couldn't understand it, but when she heard footsteps below, she lay back on the bed.

After a while, An Ding came up with Si'er in his arms.

She was breathing heavily, as if she would die in the next moment.

An Ding seemed not afraid of waking Yueming up, so he sat on a chair to rest for a long time, and then smiled slowly.

The woman's voice is very hoarse, and it leaks out in the middle of the night.

"I..." As soon as she opened her mouth, uncontrollable blood rushed up, choking her to cough a few times, and said, "My lord, are you asleep?"

Yueming remained motionless, breathing steadily.

An Ding looked at the moon through the open window, and said with a smile, "You can see the moon brightly when the clouds open. Your name is a good one."

Silence answered her.

"Is it just that the nobleman keeps the clouds open?" She said with a low smile: "I want to make contributions so much, and I want to find out who is smuggling Wen Xiang. It's not just because of ambition."

Still no sound.

"It's the first time I've seen someone like a nobleman who wakes up within an hour after inhaling warm incense. Is the person in the dream not what the nobleman really wants, or is the nobleman's perseverance extraordinary?"

"Why are you living so soberly? Isn't Wen Xiang not good?" The tone of this hoarse old nun is so attractive at the moment, like a double-ten woman, in her prime, with all kinds of charms, "Isn't it good to be a dream? There is a gentle village, royal power and wealth, and there are people who are destined not to get it, why are the nobles so resistant?"

"Because of me," Yueming replied softly, "I have seen the truth."

Now that you have seen the real thing, no matter how real it is, the fake one will not catch your eye.

An Ding never expected her to answer like this, but she just lowered her head and smiled: "What's the use really? It's really not yours."

Yueming sat up and replied seriously: "If it's not mine, it's not mine. Rather than deceiving myself, I'd rather be sober."

"Master Fang is a good disciple."

Yueming smiled faintly, but didn't answer.

"So, are you not wronged?"

"Master once taught me that as long as it's what you want to do, no matter how difficult or bitter it is, you don't feel wronged." Yueming sat up, looked at the old nun's eyes, and said, "Isn't Master the same for more than ten years?"

"I can't last long," An Ding said, "So..."

"I can't keep it." Yueming said.

An Ding could only smile wryly, and said, "Even if you exchange the list of ministers who bought Wen Xiang?"

Yueming blinked and said: "Master is injured, if I take this opportunity to snatch Si'er, will I also get the same list?"

An Ding clapped his palms and smiled, "Your nobleman is so shameless."

"Where, the master praises you."

An Ding swallowed the blood in her mouth, she looked at Si'er with extremely gentle eyes, and said: "Since the nobleman has no intentions, then, why not be a favor, and the reward is also a list."

"Oh?"

"After I die, kill her."

"This?" Yue Mingchao's drowsy Si'er raised his chin.

An Ding smiled and said, "That's it."

Yueming smiled slightly and said: "Master is so interesting, if that's the case, why bother to raise her so big?"

"She won't be able to survive even if I die," An Ding touched the child's face and said with a smile, "Or if life is difficult, both miasma curse and warm fragrance can make her life worse than death. Why live?"

"Did you ask her what she meant?"

"I gave her life, so what if I take it back?"

Yueming smiled, and said: "You should do it yourself."

"Myself?" An Ding said, "I can't do it."

Moonlight sneered.

An Ding said helplessly: "It's really hard to let go, nobleman, think about it, cats and dogs that have been raised for more than ten years still have affection, let alone a living person."

Si'er seemed uncomfortable, frowned, and let out a muffled snort.

An Ding flattened the folds between the child's eyebrows with her fingers, and said: "She frowns like that. I don't like to see her frown. Her mother who died early was crying all day long, and she felt that Xi Shi was frowning all day long. If she hadn't left behind such a little beast, I wouldn't be living in such a mess."

After she finished speaking, Yueming still had no reaction, and said, "Your Excellency, you are not curious about my identity?"

"After all, he is a noble person."

"My sister is the queen." An Ding said.

Yueming guessed An Ding's identity before, but never expected it to be so prominent.

"Or, Yan Shi."

"Xi Liang?"

"Yes, Yan Shi of Xiliang." An Ding said, "She is Yan Shi of Yu Junxie."

"That, the Maharaja who has been in power for less than five years?"

"It's the short-lived one. He died, and his younger brother Yu Junlan came to the throne. I don't know what unlucky thing Yu Junxie did to offend Yu Junlan. Yu Junlan used some methods to make Yu Junxie's woman also you All the concubines mentioned here were killed, and so were the heirs, none of them remained."

"Si'er is Yu Junxie's daughter?"

An Ding smiled and said, "No."

She smoothed Si'er's hair and said, "It's just a bastard. Yu Junlan kept her so that she could see her brother's living hat every day."

Yueming propped his chin with his hands, thinking whether it was interesting or not.

"He is also kind to Yan Shi, and even wants to marry her."

Does this mean that my brother's hair color is not bright enough?

"But Yu Junlan's Yan can't bear this kind of humiliation, and finally let it go. But she still hates my sister, that hypocritical bitch, and this stuff. I don't care about Yu Junlan anymore. , she killed the two of them, my sister died, before she died, let me take Si'er away." An Ding looked into the distance unconsciously, as if lost in memory, and said: "I didn't share my love with that little bitch. The blessing of the previous day, but she has to take care of this little beast for her, just like her mother, she can't understand human words, and she doesn't know what to do."

"She is suffering from a miasma curse. She was fine in the palace before. Wen Xiang has as much as she wants. After I ran out with her, life is not like a human being." Even so, An Ding still showed a very gentle smile , "I didn't bring anything out at all. I begged for food every day, and ran to Daqi for safety. For money, I helped some Xiliang merchants sell Wenxiang."

"At first it was just a little bit, I just wanted to support my family. But then I found out, "

"Warm incense can suppress miasma curse."

"really."

"Because I was searched by the government, I entrusted several adults to find a shelter, and used excuses to prevaricate those who wanted to demolish Qingxin Nunnery, so I stayed here."

"You little bastard hates me, and I can't do anything if I hate me." She said, "If I wasn't ruthless enough, she would have knocked herself against the wall to death. How could she be as good as me?"

"What's the matter with that person?"

"He's Yan's." A deep loathing flashed in Anding's eyes, and he said, "Yan knows that my life is worse than death these years, so she wants me to live a life worse than death. She is worse than Yu Junlan." Much more ruthless, Yu Junlan imprisoned my sister and Si'er, she is different, she gave me a life-saving straw."

"She asked that person to come to me, because I sold Wenxiang once, and every time, he gave me a stable Wenxiang to raise Sier, and then..."

"Later, the number of Wen Xiang was not enough."

"Yes," An Ding nodded and said, "It's not enough. He gave a lot in the past few years. Even if he sold it, he could still give it to Si'er. Later, later, it will be fixed."

"I stole a little bit, and when I woke up the next morning, I found that I was missing a toe." An Ding said indifferently, "What do you think of her methods?"

"It's okay."

"Si'er sometimes steals by himself, and I live in fear, afraid that something will happen. But he only warns me occasionally, and doesn't do anything else."

An Ding said: "Looking at your appearance, I really don't understand what is so ruthless, right?"

Yueming was speechless.

"Have you ever seen a miasma curse attack?"

Yueming said: "Just now."

"She passed out from the pain." An Ding said with a smile: "After we left the palace, she fell ill for the first time, her face was pale like a ghost, and she slammed into the wall desperately. Bite it off. Then Wenxiang became addicted again, I tied her to a chair, and she was drooling like a dog, crying and begging me to give her medicine."

"I said what can I give you medicine? I smashed my bone and gave it to you, okay? She nodded, and she kept nodding." An Ding said: "At that time, my heart was really cold. The child who has been with me day and night for so many years, It turned out to be a beast. Animals are better than her."

"She looked pretty good when she was young, a bit like Yu Junxie and a bit like my sister, guess what she did for Wen Xiang when I went out?"

Yueming suffocated.

Hearing her heavy breathing, An Ding laughed and said, "That's what you think, she was only eight years old at that time, an eight-year-old child." She couldn't restrain her laughter, and tears fell from her laughter.

"When I found her, she was curled up in a corner with injuries all over her body and no clothes. I dragged her over and found her holding a piece of incense ash that had already formed a block and smelling it there."

"I really feel sorry for my sister. She asked me to take good care of Si'er, but what do you think I turned her into? Little beast, it's not easy to worry about since childhood."

"The little girl woke up, and I slapped her, but she told me that if I hadn't asked her to smoke Wenxiang, she wouldn't have become like this. She was a little crazy, and she couldn't even tell her mother from me." An Ding Spreading his hands, he said, "Look, it's just such a thing, I'm still reluctant to kill it."

"Help me, I can not only give you the list you want, but I can also find that person's list, his is the big one." A tear fell on Anding's clothes, "How?"

Yueming said: "Naturally, but," she said in a flat tone, "If you are willing to put away the knife, I think we can talk better."

An Ding's eyes turned cold, and he moved his two fingers.

Hearing a slap, Yueming put down the soft sword and said, "You are not An Ding, don't pretend."

The author has something to say: Thanks for the mines of the little angel in vain.