Jiaohua

Chapter 1295 I Don't Care
Fortunately, the tea was only half poured, and he trembled slightly, but did not pour the tea out.

Xia Zhaoyi lowered his eyes to look at his teacup, and then looked up at him, thinking that 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? Could it be 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 put it on the schedule yet," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "I have a lot of things to do recently, and I wanted to arrange for you to be in June. By the way, have you heard of going to the world to study?"

Yang Guanxian frowned and nodded.

"Actually, you can come to Hengxiang to look for me. If you have nowhere to go in the future, or if you are in a difficult situation, you should try 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 rustling in the breeze by the river.

"Take a look, it looks familiar." Xia Zhaoyi said.

Curious, Yang Guanxian raised his hand to remove the stone.

Thinking that she was reading a letter just now, he took the papers and looked at them for a while, and immediately opened his eyes wide.

"This!" Yang Guanxian's face turned pale.

Xia Zhaoyi's eyebrows lightly closed together: "This?"

After a while, Yang Guanxian said: "This..."

"Is this so scary?"

"This, this, this..."

Zhan Ning and Xia Yuda under the gazebo looked up at them, and they almost didn't know what the word "this" meant.

Yang Guanxian lowered his hands, looking uneasy, and looked up at the girl, feeling even more uneasy.

There are only two words in his mind, silence.

Afterwards, Yang Guanxian looked at Zhan Ning and Xia Yuda under the gazebo.

The two tall men looked at him with blinking confused eyes.

"You two, are you Xia Jiajun?" Yang Guanxian couldn't help asking.

If the woman in front of him really wants to be unfavorable to him, he may be able to instigate a rebellion.

"Yes." Janning said.

"Oh……"

"You, what's wrong?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at Yang Guanxian.

Yang Guanxian didn't sit or stand, looking at the paper he put on the table.

At this time, a gust of wind blew up the paper, which was almost blown away, so he hurriedly pressed it.

Seeing the coffins and the big river on the paper through his fingers, he felt his scalp go numb.

"Yang Guanxian?" Xia Zhaoyi said.

Slowing down, Yang Guanxian said: "Miss Ali, why do you want me to read this?"

Seeing that his mood had stabilized, Xia Zhaoyi said: "These coffins are those that floated down the Kuozhou River decades ago. It is said that the corpses inside are all from Qiao's family."

"This, this is what is said."

"I have been entangled by many people in recent years. Some people always say that my surname is Qiao and chase me."

Yang Guanxian raised his eyes and looked at her eyebrows carefully.

I really didn't see half a resemblance to Shi Zi on her face, but she was at least three or four points like Mrs. Qiao from last year...

Yang Guanxian asked in a strange way: "Then, is your surname Qiao?"

After speaking, she 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 into her clear eyes, frank and frank, without any appearance of lying.

Either, she lied to herself, or, is she really an orphan of the Xia family?

Yang Guanxian felt his mind was in a mess...

Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows slightly: "It seems that someone told you something, or what did you believe."

Yang Guanxian broke out in a cold sweat and almost knocked down the teacup in his hand.

The high-quality white porcelain base made a rubbing sound. Xia Zhaoyi looked over and said, "The shopkeeper of Zuixianlou, who was calm and leisurely, calm and fearless before, is now sincere and fearful."

Yang Guanxian laughed at himself a bit: "How many people in this world can live up to their original aspirations? In just one year, Yang has been hungry, cold, beaten, and broke. It is inevitable, inevitable. And," he said Xiang girl, "Miss Ali, we didn't actually deal with each other five years ago."

"Haven't you contacted your old friend this year?"

Yang Guanxian sighed softly: "It's been a rough life, it's hard to contact, and the letters you send are like stones and sinking in the sea, and there is no reply. Walking on foot, it is a long way. If you encounter soldiers and horses on the way, you have to detour in advance. And from time to time, a serious illness, only I can hold on to it, and it depends on my fate whether I will stay or not. When I finally find the former residence of my old friend, either the building will be vacant, or the family business will be broken up."

As he said that, Yang Guanxian looked up at the top of the stone pavilion, his eyes turned red: "My second younger brother went to Yunyou. He often wrote to me before traveling, but I was kicked out. I didn't receive his letter. So far, no matter how difficult it is to contact me, I can’t find him.”

"Have you ever met someone surnamed Qiao?" Xia Zhaoyi said.

The sudden change of subject, though still in a calm tone, startled Yang Guanxian again.

The sentimental atmosphere was completely destroyed, and there was nothing left. He opened his eyes and looked at the girl, tongue-tied.

Xia Zhaoyi raised his hand to pour tea, and said in a low voice, "Xia Family Army, trust me. Baiyou, trust me. My master, the Venerable Liling you call, also trust me. Everyone knows the Xia family better than you , closer to Xia's house. You, why don't you believe me?"

She lifted her eyelids slightly, and looked at Yang Guanxian, her bright eyes were clear and clear, still frank.

Yang Guanxian stared at her blankly: "Miss Ali..."

"If you still don't believe me, it's okay to call me Miss Qiao, I don't care about that." Xia Zhaoyi said again.

When she said this, her voice didn't get any lower, and the two soldiers of the Xia family army outside the pavilion could completely hear her.

Yang Guanxian's fingers that had been tightly clenched gradually loosened.

As soon as she said this, she undoubtedly suppressed half of the word "killing the mouth" that had been dreading in his mind.

People don't care at all whether he is suspicious or not, and talk about silence.

"Miss Ali is very smart, she knows what I'm thinking." Yang Guanxian said tiredly.

"Let me tell you about Hengxiang." Xia Zhaoyi looked at the pieces of paper, "However, we have to start with a palace that Li Ju passed through when he left Beijing."

In the Qianqiu Palace back then, Shen Yan involved Shen Lie, and she took the initiative because of Shen Lie.

After that, the master, second brother, and Zhili all came down because of her.

Because of that trip, she broke into the eyes of "those people" and let them see her appearance, so they insisted that she was a descendant of the Qiao family.

The girl carved out by the master in the pillar was indeed exactly the same as her, and she even frightened Zhili into nightmares.

There is nothing left to say about the Qianqiu Long Hall. Master raised it with his hand, and then turned it over again, like lifting a piece of paper, completely destroying it.

His eyes shifted to Hengxiang.

The Jin family, the Fang family, the Chen family, and the rest of the family, the San family, the Xingyun Pagoda with extremely superb construction technology, is also the Mengmeng Pagoda in those people's mouths, and the golden coffin in Qu'an Mausoleum, etc., Xia Zhao Yi told Yang Guanxian all about it, without reservation.

As for Tang Xiangsi and Feng Qingang, etc., she did not mention it for now, in order to avoid complexity and confusion.

"The day I left Hengxiang was exactly when the Fang family went to the execution ground." Xia Zhaoyi said.

She actually hated beheading, but Zhang Ji insisted.

Since she said to leave everything to Zhang Ji, it can only be left to him.

(End of this chapter)