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As the carriage moved forward, Ji Huai asked, "Where are we going?"

"Wulin Union Conference." Zhao Yue lifted the curtain and looked out, "The current leader of the Wulin League, Heng Long, summoned people in the Wulin, saying that someone had seen the picture 40 years ago, and wanted to tell the world the secret."

Ji Huai said: "But Zhanhua will also go—"

"It's okay, someone will meet you halfway, and it will be very safe for us to change our appearance." Zhao Yue patted the back of his hand, "Don't worry, my brother,"

Ji Huai pulled out his hand, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and then remained silent.

The carriage ran on the official road for many days.

Ji Huai leaned on the carriage in a drowsy state, and fell asleep at some point.

He dreamed of Jifu.

There were ghosts and shadows in the huge Ji Mansion, and it was raining heavily outside. He sat under the corridor, listening to the howling wind.

"Why is Seventh Young Master so good-looking?"

"It doesn't look like the old man at all, but it looks more and more like the old man..."

"The third son and the fifth son look so similar to the uncle, grandma..."

"...The princes and ladies in the mansion are all born in an ordinary way, why is it just him..."

"What about the posthumous child... the uncle was born after October, who knows..."

"Oh... this is really..."

"It was carved out of the same mold as the old man... It's really insulting to the family..."

"Isn't it just a bastard..."

"If you want me to say that you should be strangled when you are born, who would be disgusting if you are alive..."

The rustling whispers sounded far and near, but they all fell on Ji Huai's ears very clearly.

Not only the masters in the mansion, but also the maids and servants in the mansion, on the surface they are respectful, but in private they have to spurn and despise a few words, even if Grandma Ji killed many people with a cane, she couldn't stop everyone's leisurely movement mouth.

Ji Huai sat under the corridor watching the rain, surrounded by people whose faces could not be seen clearly, pointing at him, sarcasm, whispering like sticky spider silk, spit out from their mouths, nailed On his body, erosion was like flesh and blood, firmly attached to his bones, wrapping him tightly.

He sat there motionless, watching his mother and his elder brothers get into the carriage, and walked away without looking back.

Why leave me?

Why don't you take me away?

I just... make you sick like this?

But it's not that I want to be born to live in this world.

Why bother—why let me have this experience?

There were thousands of resentments and puzzlements in his heart, but he couldn't open his mouth. Those spider threads invaded his mouth and nose, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

Raindrops fell on the oil-paper umbrella, and the thin wrist bones were particularly conspicuous in the hazy water vapor, making people want to reach out and hold it.

Zhan Hua stood under the umbrella, looked at him neither sad nor happy, bent|bent down, and gently held his hand.

"Ji Huai, I'll take you away."

That hand was a little cold, but there was a slight warmth in Ji Huai's chest, which separated him from the ghostly spider threads behind him, leaving only the sound of rain in the vast world.

"Zhan Hua." Ji Huai smiled happily, feeling his whole body became lighter. He took Zhan Hua's hand and stood up, opening his arms to embrace him in his arms.

This is the only one who is really good to him.

This person held an umbrella for him in the rain, so he put it in his heart and guarded him carefully, for fear that he would disappear.

"Ji Huai, you like me so much, why don't you want to make a medicine primer for me?" Zhan Hua hugged him, with a puzzled tone: "You can save my life if you die."

The smile on Ji Huai's face froze.

The person wrapped in his heart took a knife and cut open his heart from the inside, cutting that not very strong heart to pieces.

But she still touched his face with distress, "Ji Huai, don't be afraid."

Ji Huai curled up in his arms in pain, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, "If you want my life, I'll give it to you... But why did you lie to me?"

Zhan Hua opened his mouth to say something to him, but the rain was so heavy that he couldn't hear clearly.

"Ji Huai? Ji Huai?"

Someone is shaking his shoulders.

Ji Huai opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes were filled with bloodshot redness, and he looked gloomyly at the person in front of him.

Zhao Yue froze for a moment, "Is it a nightmare?"

Ji Huai stretched out his hand and squeezed the space between his eyebrows, "It's okay."

"It's getting late, there's a post in front, let's rest here for the night." Zhao Yue was helped out of the carriage.

Next to him, a disciple of the Cangkong Sect who was wearing a black robe and covered his face with a black mask stretched out his hand to Jihuai.

Ji Huaizhuang didn't see it, and jumped off the carriage by himself.

The disciple withdrew his hand without embarrassment, bowed his head and stepped aside.

The people at the post station entertained Zhao Yue and others very warmly, with good wine and good food, and even accompanied by officials.

During the banquet, Zhao Yue talked with Ji Huai about interesting things about his childhood, and persuaded Ji Huai to drink one cup at a time.

Ji Huai didn't drink much at first, but he couldn't hold back and kept persuading him. After a few glasses of wine, his head began to feel dizzy.

"Ji Qilang! In the past, the person I, Zhao Yue, envied the most was you!" Zhao Yue embraced his shoulders, holding his wine glass, and his voice was already drunk, "You are very beautiful, rich in wealth, and romantic! Don't be attracted by those rules and dogmas. Restraint! Live freely and recklessly!"

Sitting next to him, Ji Huai stared at a piece of roasted chicken in front of him, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"What kind of nobles, sons and grandsons of dragons and grandchildren, and sons of nobles and high-ranking families are all inferior to you!" Zhao Yue said with a cheerful smile: "When we parted in those years, I wished I could come back to the city with you, but it's a pity that the world is messed up. People, actually taught us to reunite after all these years...Come, let me offer you a toast!"

He spoke sincerely, and Ji Huai couldn't refuse any more, he picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

"Okay! This is the Ji Qi I know!" Zhao Yuexi, took the jug and filled it up for him, "Young brother, do you still remember the time when we skipped class together and were punished by the master..."

The wine was too strong, and Ji Huai drank so much that his mind was in a daze. Zhao Yue's voice seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of cotton, and he couldn't hear it clearly. He was holding the wine glass and his face was already blushing. He propped his head on one hand and squinted his eyes slightly , turning the wine glass in his hand with a dazed expression, and laughing lazily.

The little official who accompanied him also drank a lot, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the drunken face of this Young Master Ji, he felt his head getting hot, and couldn't help but praise: "Lonely pine is independent, Yushan is about to collapse, Seventh Young Master—I offer you a toast!" !"

Ji Huai looked up, the little official's face was flushed red by him, he took up the wine glass and covered it with his sleeve, drank it down in one gulp, not daring to look at him.

Zhao Yue laughed loudly when he saw this, "My dear brother, fortunately you are a man. If you were a woman, wouldn't you be a troublesome beauty? Even if there is no such picture, it will attract endless competition from everyone!"

Ji Huai let out a drunken snort, took the jug and poured wine for himself, one cup after another, just thinking about getting drunk to relieve his worries.

Zhao Yue held his hand and said sincerely: "Qilang, I am innocent, but I am guilty of pregnant jade. I only hope that I can unlock the secret of this drawing as soon as possible, and give you a piece of peace and freedom...You Ji Qilang should live freely and recklessly. ..."

Zhao Yue said that he was deeply in love, and tears shed his long gown.

Ji Huai was very emotional, raised his wine glass, "Brother Zhao, I respect you!"

You come and I go back and forth until midnight before the banquet is finished.

Ji Huai was too drunk to open his eyes, but he still held on to his spirits, holding the wine glass and not letting go.

Zhao Yue was also quite drunk, but he still remembered calling out: "Feng Zuo, come, help Qilang back to his room—"

The man in black who had been standing in the dark stepped forward.

Zhao Yue held onto Ji Huai's hand and said drunkenly: "Qilang, to ensure your safety, I asked the most powerful martial artist in Cangkongmen to protect you in the dark, so you can sleep peacefully."

Ji Huai stood up, swayed unsteadily, was supported by the man named Feng Zuo, and smiled: "Brother Zhao is doing business, so I can rest assured."

The two chatted drunkenly and talked for a while before being helped back to their respective rooms.

As soon as Ji Huai was supported by Feng Zuo to enter the door, he vomited out while holding the door frame.

Ji Huai felt dizzy and nauseous, but he still apologized to the man in black: "I'm sorry, I dirty your black robe..."

That Feng Zuo was a man of few words, helped him to the bedside, and threw him on the bed roughly.

Ji Huai felt dizzy and dizzy all of a sudden, his eyes turned black and white, frowning, he slumped on the bed, his calf was still under the bed, his posture was very indecent.

There was the sound of water sweeping the floor not far away, it should be the man in black cleaning up his vomit.

After a quarter of an hour, the voice quieted down, the door was closed, Feng Zuo should have left, Ji Huai let out a breath, and groaned with some discomfort.

Being drunk is not good, he thought that being drunk would relieve all worries, but now his mind is full of Zhan Hua.

Even because he was so drunk, he didn't even want to find excuses for himself to suppress these surging feelings back to the bottom of his heart.

"Like this star... It's not last night, for whom the wind and dew will set up the mid-night night..." Probably after hearing Zhao Yue talk too much about his youth, Ji missed the poem, and his voice became lower and lower.

"Zhan Hua..."

"...Zhan Hua."

"Zhan Hua."

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, let himself be in the dark, and shouted someone's name loudly through drunkenness.

In the dead of night, no one heard, let alone answered.

Right when he was drunk and yelled to himself, chatting for comfort.

The candles flickered and crackled.

The sharp blade reflected the cold light under the candlelight, and the man in a black robe and mask stood stiffly beside the bed.