Qin Xi even reached out and rubbed his chest.
Lang Po suddenly grabbed her hand.
He was mumbling something.
She did not understand a single word.
Qin Xi looked at her hand that was grabbed by him, and her face immediately turned red.
She immediately pulled her hand back and covered her chest.
She lowered her head shyly.
Shi Ziran didn't want to be a third wheel and decided to leave.
Suddenly —
He caught sight of Qin Xi packing her things.
What a burden!
Huh?
He turned to ask, "Miss Qin, what are you …"
He pointed at her things.
Qin Xi stood up and pursed her lips. "I'm much better now, so … I plan to leave tomorrow."
"Leave?"
"Yes, this … is not my home. Also … I don't know what's the point of staying here."
"Miss Qin, don't say that. Didn't you say that you like Lang Po? If you leave now, what will happen to him? "Shi Ziran pointed at Lang Po.
Qin Xi lowered her eyes. She felt a lump in her throat and her eyes reddened.
She said softly, "I don't want to make things difficult for him."
What a good girl.
Shi Ziran was so anxious that he wanted to kick Lang Po's thigh.
Kid, you have to work harder!
She's leaving.
He quickly persuaded, "Miss Qin, think about it. Don't be in a hurry to leave. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
"I …"
"Actually, this blockhead likes you too. He's just a coward and doesn't dare to ask you."
Qin Xi's eyes lit up. "Really?"
Shi Ziran said seriously, "Of course it's true. He said it himself. If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself when he wakes up. He wouldn't dare to lie to you."
I guarantee it!
Qin Xi was overjoyed.
The knot in her heart was finally untied.
Her lips curled into a smile.
Seeing that his words had worked, Shi Ziran said, "Then Miss Qin, I'll leave this blockhead to you."
"Huh? This … "
He turned and left in a flash.
Before Qin Xi could agree.
She was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
After all, she and Lang Po had no official status. Was it appropriate for a man and a woman to be in the same room?
She bit her lip nervously.
Lang Po, who was lying on the ground, twisted his body again and groggily called out, "Miss Qin."
Qin Xi heard it clearly.
Immediately, the apprehensive and nervous feeling was swept away.
His eyes reddened.
"Big Brother Lang," he called out.
"Miss Qin, I … I want to be with you … with you. Don't go, don't go …"
The sound grew softer and softer!
When Qin Xi heard those words, she cried.
She quickly wiped away her tears and squatted beside Lang Po. She called out again, "Brother Lang."
Lang Po seemed to have heard it as he slowly opened his slightly narrowed eyes.
Drunk, he couldn't see who the person in front of him was.
He could only vaguely see a shadow.
He couldn't help but call out, "Miss Qin."
Then, he raised his hand and reached out to the person in front of him.
Qin Xi grabbed his hand.
His palm was warm, warm against her cold palm.
She sniffed and leaned against Lang Po's chest.
She lay in his arms.
Lang Po also reached out and hugged her.
The other side.
Ji Yunshu arrived outside San Ye's tent.
There were two soldiers standing guard outside.
"Miss Ji?"
Why is she here so late at night?
She politely said, "Please inform him that I want to see San Ye."
"This …"
"Is it inconvenient?"
"No, it's not."
When San Ye heard the voice outside, he asked, "Who is it?"
The soldier replied, "San Ye, it's Miss Ji. She wants to see you."
But there was no reply from inside.
After a while …
"Let her in."
The soldier stepped aside.
As soon as Ji Yunshu entered, she could smell the scent of alcohol.
San Ye was standing in front of a tall screen, taking down a black dagger from it.
The dagger was very exquisite, with many patterns carved on it. The handle was inlaid with a clear blue gem that shone with a cold blue light. The handle was wrapped in a layer of wolf skin, but it glowed from being rubbed. The skin around the edge was peeling off, probably due to holding the dagger all year round.
He took out a handkerchief and prepared to wipe the outer shell of the dagger.
He glanced at Ji Yunshu.
"It's already so late, what's the matter, Miss Ji?"
Ji Yunshu: "…"
Huh?
San Ye stopped what he was doing and asked again, "Miss Ji, if you have something to say, just say it."
Ji Yunshu replied, "I do have something to ask San Ye."
"Speak. As long as I know, I will tell you."
She said in a low voice, "I remember when we were in the capital, San Ye told me that you are from Huyi."
"That's right, I am from Huyi."
"Twenty-one years ago, during the civil strife in Huyi, you were separated from your old friend on the way to Great Lin, right?"
San Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had sensed something from her words.
But his hands did not stop wiping the outer shell of the dagger.
"That's right, I did say that, but an accident happened on the way and we were separated."
Nothing could be heard from his tone.
Then, he slowly pulled out the dagger.
The silver gleam on the dagger flashed past his eyes.
He started wiping the sharp silver dagger.
"Why did Miss Ji suddenly ask about this?"
"Because I want to ask San Ye about someone!"
"Who?"
Ji Yunshu took a small step forward and continued to ask, "I remember San Ye saying that I look very similar to that old friend of yours. So, how similar are we?"
Ah!
San Ye's hands paused.
He seemed to understand what she meant.
A pair of deep eyes looked at Ji Yunshu.
Ji Yunshu did not explain further. She only took out the yellowed portrait from her sleeve.
She handed it to San Ye.
"I wonder if the old friend that San Ye mentioned is the person in the portrait?"
San Ye frowned as he stared at the piece of yellow paper that was handed to him.
His eyes suddenly widened!
Because he recognized that piece of paper!
Then, he sheathed the sword in his hand and put it back on the screen beside him. He walked over and took the paper.
He opened it slowly.
What came into view was a face that was almost identical to Ji Yunshu's. But upon closer inspection, the two of them were actually slightly different.
The woman in the portrait had a clear and bright aura. Her eyes were gentle and spirited, and she had the elegant temperament of a noble family. As the saying went, "Untainted by the mud". Ji Yunshu's eyes, on the other hand, had a hint of wisdom and wisdom, and she seemed more lively.
It seemed like only Master San could see this difference.
Because he could not be more familiar with the woman in the portrait.
Although more than twenty years had passed, this woman's appearance was still clearly engraved in his mind.
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