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"Why early?"
Lu Jingye didn't expect that the first sentence he asked would be this sentence.
Su Changjin obviously didn't think about it that much, she waved her hand lightly, "There is no reason."
"Maybe when that day comes, I just don't want to wish you happiness."
Lu Jingye lowered his head and stared at her. Su Changjin was looked at slightly hairy. In the blink of an eye, he saw his wooden hairpin. There was hardly any gorgeous polishing, and it was really a natural carving.
"You see it's still early today, if you go out accidentally and someone sees you, you're going to gossip, why don't you wait until nightfall and go your separate ways?"
Lu Jingye didn't speak, but went to the other side and sat down in silence.
"Lu Jingye." Seeing that Lu Jingye didn't have any objection, Su Changjin stroked his chin, and simply turned around and sat on the grand teacher's chair whose two corners were knocked off by her, opposite to Lu Jingye.
"I seem to have heard that you used to be a practitioner. Are you interested in talking about it?"
It was purely boring, and the two of them had never sat down and had a good chat so peacefully like today.
It should have been awkward and indifferent, but the atmosphere at this moment is inexplicably natural and harmonious, which is strange.
"No."
Lu Jingye said in a low voice, his face was cold.
Su Changjin shook his head helplessly, "Sure enough, it's not what I expected."
If Bingtuozi could talk with a dead face, she would be scared to death.
"When I was young for many years, this king did practice in Baita Temple. At that time, Ming Kong was about the same age as me..."
Lu Jingye spoke in a serious manner, but Su Changjin was extremely horrified when he heard it at first.
…
In the blink of an eye, three hours passed by.
After nightfall, two figures flitted out from a corner of Chenghuan Pavilion respectively, and headed towards two different directions.
The light work is outstanding, and no one has caught the slightest bit of unusualness.
…
Makino Palace.
Luo Ming had been waiting in the study for about an hour, and when he saw Lu Jingye coming back, his eyes were terrified and dull.
"Master..."
Luo Ming hesitated, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to Lu Jingye's hair.
Today's servant tied his hair so presumptuously
The long hair has not been tied up, and the black hair is as dark and blurred as the night, except for the black hair half tied up with a wooden hairpin on the top of the head... a little sloppy.
"explain."
With a calm expression, Lu Jingye pulled out the painting from the roll, placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it away.
It's that portrait.
The woman in the portrait has a beautiful face, she is dressed in white clothes that are more beautiful than snow, her lips are not smudged, and her bones are excellent. She seems to exude a charming and dangerous atmosphere.
"Someone in Daqing is indeed colluding with Xirong. Chenghuan Pavilion is just one of the strongholds, and even the Secretary of Jiaofang also has a part."
Jiaofangsi, usually when the Daqing Royal Song and Dance Workshop is used, or during important sacrificial festivals on weekdays, the Jiaofangsi will send out its own dancers to perform.
"Um."
Seemingly not surprised by these, Lu Jingye just nodded lightly, the corners of his eyes were cold, and he never left the painting.
He remembered that although Doduo didn't finish speaking before leaving, he heard the word "Yong" in Doduo's mouth with his own ears.
forever…
Lu Jingye suddenly raised his head.
Beiming Xuanye, titled Yongye.
What Dodo wants to say is: Eternal Night.
So what kind of relationship does Su Changjin have with Beiming Xuanye
"Luo Ming."
"Go and investigate Beiming Xuanye, everything is fine."
Luo Ming responded, but he didn't go out immediately, but glanced at the top of Lu Jingye's head with some hesitation.
"My lord, this wooden hairpin looks a bit old, how about a new one?"
Not only is it old, it is simply shabby. There are still clear scratches on it.
The prince has a lot of wooden hairpins, when did he take such a dilapidated wooden hairpin as a treasure
Unexpectedly, Lu Jingye did not raise his head, and his tone was cold.
"It's none of your business, go down."
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Good night, my babies!
(end of this chapter)