Chapter 680 Why are you losing your temper? Who provoked you?
Yin Luzhu looked sideways slightly, the smile on his face was a little forced.
"Ji Yanchen, actually, we have always been the same kind of person."
Carrying a blood feud, he fell from a high platform into the mud. He only had calculations in his heart, endless calculations, and every step he took was for profit.
Even if you are illuminated by the sun, it will only be a short-term warmth. Eventually, you will be driven by the hurt you have suffered in your heart, step by step, into the abyss that cannot be saved.
She is well aware of her own coldness, so how can she expect others to be sincere to her?
……
Ji Yanchen stood there, staring blankly at Yin Luzhu's leaving figure.
Ji Xuan's blood seemed to never dry up, winding into a small stream and falling at his feet.
After a long time, he sighed and looked down at the headless Ji Xuan on the ground.
His eyes were calm and calm, as if he were looking at a dead dog that had nothing to do with him.
He stared at Ji Xuan and invisibly pulled his lower lip, "Idiot, you are worthy of it!"
He glanced at a piece of cloth that had been thrown down by Yin Luzhu at some point on the ground, and a sneer slowly appeared on his lips.
Over the years, he had been dormant in the palace of Prince Chu Xiang, avoiding his sharp edge. Ji Xuan really thought that he was a waste.
He just wanted Ji Xuan to understand that as long as he wanted to, he wanted her to be willing and wave her sleeves gently, everything she planned would be in vain.
"Ye Feng."
He called softly.
Within a moment, Ye Feng, dressed in smart clothes, appeared in front of him. He didn't even glance at Ji Xuan, who was lying in a pool of blood, but just knelt down in front of Ji Yanchen.
"Meet the young master."
"Where are the armored guards?"
"According to the order of the young master, the armored guards have been brought out of Dayin."
Hearing this, Ji Yanchen nodded. There was no surprise in his eyes, as if he had already expected it.
"Let's go."
"Sir, where are we going?"
Ji Yanchen stopped and took a deep look in the direction of Yindu, "Qingzhou."
Ye Feng was startled.
Qingzhou? That’s where the barbarians live. What do you want to do there?
Even though he had doubts in his heart, Ye Feng didn't ask any questions. He just obeyed the Young Master's orders.
Ji Yanchen got on his horse that night and went all the way out of Dayin and headed straight to Qingzhou.
Whatever he wants, he will get it with his own hands, unlike Ji Xuan, who clings to the past and cannot let go, which will only lead to himself falling into a place of no return.
Seeing the way he turned back from time to time, Ye Feng pursed his lips and said, "Master, do you want to say goodbye to Prince Yin?"
Hearing this, Ji Yanchen shook his head.
"No need, everything in the past was just acting and fake."
Ye Feng responded in a low voice and said nothing more.
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Inside Zhaode Hall, there are wonderful treasures and thousands of volumes of books.
There are a dazzling array of four treasures of the study, neatly arranged, with the fragrance of ink, scattered red paper, and the fragrance of books filling the room. The walls are mottled with lights and shadows, high-hanging couplets, and exquisite calligraphy and painting.
The person holding the lantern was silent, only paper and pen danced across the grass, reflecting the pure vermilion interior. On an elegant screen, a figure fell by the window.
Gu Tingfang put down the wolf hair in her hand and said, "You're back?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Luzhu threw a package in.
The package fell to the ground and scattered, and a bloody human head rolled out of it. The maids and eunuchs in the palace were so frightened that they couldn't help but gasp, but they didn't dare to make a sound.
Gu Tingfang raised her hand and gently wiped away the blood spattered on her face, then looked at Yin Luzhu.