Zhu Yuyan didn't say much to Zhu Yuyi because she had something to do. After Zhu Yuyi led her people back to the room, Zhu Yuyan called Linglong, "Has Han Luo left?"

"I left long ago. When the girl went there, he left in a boat with people. The weather was good tonight, there were no moons and not many stars, so it was a good weather."

Zhu Yuyan smiled, "I heard you, I am a master who is used to night life. When the moon is dark and the wind is high, Is it true when I kill and set fire?"

Linglong couldn't help laughing and came over to remove Yuyan's cloak. "Miss is so energetic to talk to me, so why not go and wash and fall asleep quickly. You have to hurry up and go early tomorrow morning."

Yuyan and the first two maids, Linglong and Hongdou, have been following her in their previous lives. After her husband Xiao Dingquan died, her son was helped as the young master. As the queen mother, she lived in the palace in seclusion. In order to accompany her, the two of them never got married in their lives and were loyal. When she was seventy-year-old and eighty years old, she was almost dead. The two died the day before her, which was considered to be a common death.

Hongdou had settled the bath soup. After serving her to take a shower, the wet nurse came over, applied balm all over her body, put on clothes, and then sent her to the bed.

The person who was on the night tonight was Linglong, who slept on the couch opposite the bed. Hearing her over and over again, he thought about saying a few words to her and asked, "Girl, I heard from the people from the third girl that the princess who invited the girl and the third girl to have dinner today? Will he become the king of our Great Zhou in the future?"

Zhu Yuyan closed her eyes, and the smell of Xiao Jingyong was still lingering at her nose. Like her previous life, the unique and fascinating taste of a man was also the smell of a man she had been dreaming of for the rest of her life but was unattainable. She thought and murmured, "It should be possible!"

Under the light, Xiao Jingyong's hand slowly stroked the rosewood box. The ancient patterns were slurry in color. His fingertips streaked through every familiar pattern. Without opening it, he already knew what was inside.

The piccolo of mutton fat jade was given to him in her previous life as a birthday gift. Soon, it was time for his sixteenth birthday again.

With a click, he opened the box and a gentle and bright light flashed. What caught his eyes was the piccolo that he had played with countless times. The end of the piccolo was still knitted with bright yellow silk ribbons. Later he asked, it was woven by her own hands. It was originally knitted, but later he thought that the piccolo was quite suitable for him, and there was no other good item, so he wanted to give it to him.

He picked up the piccolo, and the tassels on the knot gently slid across his palm. He couldn't help but bent his eyebrows. It was really no different from his previous life!

He put the flute to his lips, tried it, as if he had formed a contract and was summoned. The familiar tone floated out slowly and slid across the water along the river breeze and floated forward, and penetrated into the girl's boudoir. She woke up from her sleep and stopped quietly for a while. The past that she didn't want to look back but could not forget was flashed in her mind one by one. One breath was a lifetime, and tears had already slid down her cheeks, wetting the pillowcase.

The sun shines in the middle of the river. The weather is very good today. At noon, a little wind blew, making the sails bulging, and I took the boat north.

Xiao Jingyong was playing with a purse in his hand, a very ordinary purse, and he could buy one for a few cents. He leaned against the couch, bent one leg, and lazily put his other hand on his head, squinted his eyes that harmed the country and the people, and looked out through the window.

When Zhuo Qingfeng came in, he saw that Xiao Jingyong was so virtuous. He held a glass of wine in his hand and put it heavily on the low table on the couch, awakening Xiao Jingyong, and then looked out in the direction where Xiao Jingyong had just looked over, "I said why are you wrong today? You have taken a fancy to someone else. You can do this thing that looks across the boat and sends lovesickness?"

Xiao Jingyong sat up and stuffed his purse into his arms. Zhuo Qingfeng said again, "Is this a purse made by a human? The needlework is not very good!"

"It's not so good!" Xiao Jingyong was thinking about the deal he made with Yuyan in his previous life. He gave her son to the throne. She made him a piece of clothing, whether it was a middle or an outer robe. She did it and looked decent, but she knew that a crack had opened as soon as she was on her upper body.

He still remembered her embarrassed look at that time. Thinking of this, Xiao Jingyong couldn't help but smile. This purse was not made by Yuyan, but he didn't want to clarify it. He probably felt that there was no need to clarify it!

"A woman's face and morality are indispensable. I tell you, marry a wife and a virtuous person. You said that if you come back from a wife, you will not even sew a piece of clothing. What do you say you will do when you get married?"

Xiao Jingyong gave him a blank look and leaned on the couch, "If I marry, I will definitely marry someone happy. It hurts when I get married. Are all the sewing clothes and needlework dead? You can see what you said to me, don't say it nicely. When I see someone, my legs will become weak."

"Am I such a person? You underestimate me too much. What are women? They are unlucky and not good at it!"

Xiao Jingyong paused with the wine glass. He thought for a while and smiled, and felt a sense of ease of grudges and grudges. After drinking it, he said, "Who could have thought that Zhuo Qingfeng, the 'One Sword', was also injured by a woman. Tell me, so I could drink."

Zhuo Qingfeng wanted to kill him with one sword, but he could only look at him. He took a drink with the wine pot, "Are you just watching your mother die?"

"Um!"

Xiao Jingyong took a big sip of wine. He rarely drank in his life and was a little uncomfortable with it. He was so spicy that tears came out. He wiped it hard and said with a smile, "Do you think I am very unfilial to be a son?"

"No!" Zhuo Qingfeng tried desperately to excuse him, "It's too late for you. When you go back now, she is already dead. At most, you can see the body..."

"It's not all!" Xiao Jingyong closed his eyes, and his voice was filled with infinite sadness. "I have also traveled thousands of miles alone, just to see her for the last time, and I have sacrificed my life to revenge my mother, just to avenge her for justice... It's better not to say this, drink the bar, and have a good sleep after drinking!"

"You can't drink like this every day, right? I'll waste your drink. What should I do? Oh, by the way, who is the boat in front of you? When I came to you today, I saw several small boats there, all of them were full of swords, heading to the shore."

Xiao Jingyong woke up all of the wine. He thought about it and couldn't help but smile, "You want to know, go and see!"

"What does it have to do with me? I'm afraid that the ship will deal with you."

"No!"
Chapter completed!