Fortunately, the tea was only half poured, so he shuddered slightly and did not spill the tea.
Xia Zhaoyi lowered her eyes to look at his tea cup, then raised her head to look at him. She thought it reminded him of something he couldn't bear to look back on, so he said gently: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."
Yang Guanxian pursed her lips, paused, and said, "Miss Ali, why are you here? Is it possible that you are waiting for me?"
"No, but it's a coincidence that I really want to find you."
"Huh? Looking for me?"
"I haven't mentioned the schedule yet," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "There have been a lot of things going on lately, so I wanted to schedule my visit for you in June. By the way, have you ever heard about going to the world to study?"
Yang Guanxian frowned and nodded.
"Actually, you can come to Hengxiang to find me. If you have nowhere to go or are in a difficult situation in the future, just try your best to go to Hengxiang. I will always leave a contact point there."
"Then, why did you say you wanted to find me just now?"
Xia Zhaoyi looked at the edge of the stone table. The pieces of paper pressed by the stone were fluttering gently in the breeze by the river.
"Take a look, it looks familiar," Xia Zhaoyi said.
Yang Guanxian was curious and raised his hand to take away the stone.
Thinking she was reading a letter just now, he took the papers and glanced at them, and his eyes widened immediately.
"This!" Yang Guanxian's face turned pale.
Xia Zhaoyi's eyebrows lightly closed: "This?"
After a while, Yang Guanxian said: "This..."
"Is this, that scary?"
"This, this, this..."
Zhan Ning and Xia Yuda under the pavilion looked up at them. They almost didn't know what the word "this" meant.
Yang Guanxian lowered his hands, looking uneasy. He looked up at the girl, feeling even more uneasy.
There were only two words in his mind: silence.
Then, Yang Guanxian looked at Zhan Ning and Xia Yuda under the pavilion.
The two tall men looked at him with confused eyes.
"You two, are you Xia Jiajun?" Yang Guanxian couldn't help but ask.
If the woman in front of him really wanted to harm him, he might be able to instigate rebellion.
"Yeah." Zhan Ning said.
"oh……"
"What's wrong with you?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at Yang Guanxian.
Yang Guanxian neither sat nor stood, looking at the paper he put on the table.
At this time, a gust of wind blew up and the paper was almost blown away, so he quickly pressed it down.
Through his fingers, he saw several coffins and the river on the paper, and his scalp felt numb.
"Yang Guanxian?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
After a moment, Yang Guanxian said, "Miss Ah Li, why do you want me to see this?"
Seeing that his mood had generally stabilized, Xia Zhaoyi said: "These coffins are coffins that floated down the Kuozhou River decades ago. It is said that the corpses inside are those of the Qiao family."
"This, this is what is said."
"I have been pestered by many people in recent years. There are always people who say my surname is Qiao and they keep chasing me."
Yang Guanxian raised his eyes and looked at her features carefully.
I really don't see any resemblance to the Crown Prince on her face, but she does look at least a little bit like Mrs. Qiao from last year...
Yang Guanxian said out of nowhere: "Well, is your surname Qiao?"
After saying this, I broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that she would throw her directly into the river to feed the fish.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled lightly: "My surname is Xia."
Yang Guanxian looked at her clear eyes, which were frank and without any hint of lying.
Either she had deceived herself, or she was really an orphan of the Xia family?
Yang Guanxian felt that his mind was so confused...
Xia Zhaoyi's eyebrows raised slightly: "It seems that someone said something to you, or you believed something."
Yang Guanxian broke into a cold sweat and almost knocked over the tea cup in his hand.
The fine white porcelain base made a friction sound. Xia Zhaoyi looked at it and said: "The head shopkeeper of Zuixian Tower who was calm and leisurely at first, calm and fearless in situations, is now frightened."
Yang Guanxian felt a little self-deprecating: "How many people in this world can live up to their original aspirations? In just one year, Yang has been hungry, cold, beaten, and lost money. It is inevitable, it is inevitable. And," he looked at Xiang girl, "Miss Ah Li, we actually had no dealings with each other five years ago."
"You haven't contacted your old friends this year?"
Yang Guanxian sighed: "The past life has been rough and difficult to contact. The letters I sent are like sinking into the sea without any reply. I walk on foot and walk, but it is a long way. If I encounter soldiers and horses on the way, I have to detour in advance. And from time to time, a serious illness, only If you can hold on hard, it depends on whether fate will keep anyone. When you finally find your old friend's old home, either the building will be empty, or the family business will be broken up."
As he spoke, Yang Guanxian raised his head and looked at the inner roof of the stone pavilion, his eyes turning red: "My second brother went to wander around. He often wrote to me before traveling, but I was kicked out. I didn't receive his letter. At this point, no matter how hard it is to contact me, I can't find him."
"Have you ever met anyone named Qiao?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
The sudden change of topic, although his tone was still calm, startled Yang Guanxian again.
The sad atmosphere was completely destroyed and disappeared. He opened his eyes and looked at the girl, speechless.
Xia Zhaoyi raised his hand to pour tea and said softly: "Xia Jiajun, believe me. Baiyou, believe me. My master, the Venerable Liling you call me, also believes in me. Everyone knows the Xia family better than you. , closer to the Xia family. Why don’t you believe me?”
She lightly raised her eyelids and looked at Yang Guanxian, her bright eyes clear and clear, still magnanimous.
Yang Guanxian looked at her blankly: "Miss Ah Li..."
"If you still don't believe it, it's okay to call me Miss Qiao. I don't care about it." Xia Zhaoyi said again.
When she said this, her voice did not get any lower, and the two Xia Army soldiers outside the pavilion could hear her completely.
Yang Guanxian's fingers that had been clenched gradually loosened.
As soon as she said these words, she undoubtedly suppressed half of the word "silence" that he had always been afraid of in his mind.
People didn't care at all whether he was suspicious or not, so they talked about silencing him.
"Miss Ah Li is extremely smart and knows what I'm thinking." Yang Guanxian said tiredly.
"Let me tell you about Hengxiang," Xia Zhaoyi looked at the pieces of paper, "but I have to start from a palace that Li Zhi passed when he left Beijing."
In the Qianqiu Palace back then, Shen Shu got involved in Shen Lie, and she took the initiative to leave because of Shen Lie.
Later, the master, second brother, and Zhili all came down because of her.
Because of that trip, she caught the eye of "those people" and allowed them to see her appearance, thus confirming that she was a descendant of the Qiao family.
The girl that the master carved out of the pillar looked exactly like her, and even frightened Zhili into having nightmares.
There was nothing left to say about the Qianqiu Long Palace. Master raised his hand and struck it again, like lifting paper, completely destroying it.
His eyes then moved to Hengxiang.
The Jin family, the Fang family, the Chen family, and other families, the San family, the Nebula Tower with extremely superb construction technology, which is also the Dream Tower among those people, and the golden coffin in Qu'an Mausoleum are involved, etc., Xia Zhao Yi told Yang Guanxian everything, without any reservations.
As for Tang Xiangsi, Feng Qingang, etc., she did not mention them for the time being to avoid complexity and confusion.
"The day I left Hengxiang was when those members of the Fang family went to the execution ground." Xia Zhaoyi said.
She actually hated the punishment of beheading, but Zhang Ji insisted.
Since she said she would leave everything to Zhang Ji, she could only leave it to him.
