Rebirth of the scholarly lady

Chapter 747
Not long after, Ji Lian's voice came from behind, "Hey, sister, I heard your voice from afar just now, what's going on? You're right, right? It's the middle of the night, so I ran to This kind of place where chickens don't shit and birds don't lay eggs comes from entertaining themselves?"

Dong Liu turned her head, smiled and said, "Don't ask such meaningless things, is the carriage ready? Let's go back to Hua Yuxian."

"Well, the carriage is parked in front." Gillian said with a smile.

"By the way, there's one more thing. When I go back later, you can go to Sister Xinghua to get the money for your errand fees for driving here today." Dong Liu said as she walked.

Ji Lian frowned, and said, "Sister Xinghua gave it to me before I came here, but this time it's really a lot of money. What's going on?"

"I just happened to meet a good man." Dong Liu instructed the servants following Ji Lian to clean up the refreshments on the round table, and then took away the decorations outside the empty room.

Hearing Dong Liu's words, Ji Lian couldn't react, and said in astonishment, "What?"

Dong Liu pointed in the direction of the cliff, "That man gave me money, and also gave me happiness."

Ji Lian followed her fingers to look there, and a strange fear spread in his heart. He laughed again and said, "You pretend I didn't ask..."

This is not the first time this kind of thing happened. Ji Lian knew that Dongliu was a duplicity person. What she did was seen by others as cheap and vicious, but to Ji Lian, it was another kind Insinuating, she loves a person she can never love from the bottom of her heart, so she uses her soul to carry out the affairs that person entrusted to her. Her behavior is very close to a certain emotion in Gillian's heart, which is Something akin to "sentimental," a lot of tedious sentimentality at the center of the action has considerable value to her.

Bran's entourage was all silenced and discarded under the cliff. After packing everything, Ji Lian and Dong Liu boarded the carriage together.

The carriage was tick-tocking, Dong Liu looked out the window expressionlessly, but there was no movement.

And Ji Lian couldn't help breaking the silence and said, "Hey, Dongliu..."

"Fart what, I'm tired." Dong Liu didn't even look at him, her tone showed that she was very impatient.

"Well, I...I seem to have seen her the night before yesterday..." Gillian said hesitantly.

"What her? Who are you talking about?" Dong Liu didn't react and still didn't look at him.

Ji Lian swallowed his saliva, thought for a moment, and said, "Nan Surou..."

As soon as these words came out, Dong Liu suddenly turned her head, grabbed Ji Lian by the collar, and said, "What did you say? Say it again!"

Even though Ji Lian was mentally prepared, he couldn't help being taken aback by Dongliu's unexpected reaction. He carefully removed Dongliu's hand holding his collar, and said in a low voice: "I said, the day before yesterday At night, I seemed to see Miss Nan outside Hua Yuxian."

"The Holy See didn't issue a notice." Dong Liu sat back irritatedly.

"Yes, so, you think I'm farting, maybe I'm hallucinating." Gillian spread his hands.

"No, I'm afraid the Holy See doesn't intend to make this matter public, but if Miss really came back, why didn't she come to see us?" Dong Liu frowned and said.

"Maybe she has other things to do, we just have to wait." Gillian straightened his clothes.

It was late at night, it was summer, and the chirping of insects outside was very clear.

The sound added a tragic and bleak atmosphere to the surrounding air.

Great Qin Royal Court.

Ya was sitting on his exclusive chair, looking at the bright moonlight outside the balcony, feeling the night wind blowing, his heart was at a loss.

A delicate figure walked behind him, and touched his shoulders with white and silky hands, "My lord, it's time to rest..."

This voice is very sweet, but what it brings to Ya is not a sweet and romantic fantasy, but a horrible memory.

Ya didn't look back, he said lightly: "Ilya, I am like this, it is impossible to satisfy you, you can find someone else..."

As soon as these words came out, Ya Chenggong felt that the trembling fingers of the man behind him were gradually pulling away, but only for a moment, those hands pressed firmly on his shoulders again.

"You're blaming me." Ilya tremblingly said, "It's been so many years, and I don't want to be like this..."

"You have become my princess as you wished, and it is useless to say these things now." Ya's voice was without emotion, very cold, "I can't stand up on these two legs anymore, I can't satisfy you, you go Well, I want to be alone."

After Nan Surou went to Sleepy Hollow, Ya was heartbroken, and Yi Liya wanted to take advantage of it, but was taken advantage of by someone who wanted to. Although the other party's assassination failed, Ya couldn't stand up anymore.

Looking at her slender and unconscious legs under the moonlight, a haze flashed in her eyes.

Ya knew that his chances were even smaller than before, he couldn't move his legs, so he agreed to the marriage of Ellen Lancelot and married Elijah Lancelot, she was from the Lancelot family Although the illegitimate daughter has a publicly recognized status, she is not honorable, which is exactly what the queen wants.

Ya could only stay in bed at that time, and he couldn't refuse the wedding that the queen prepared for him.

Ya had imagined countless times, what kind of expression would Nan Surou show when she returned to Wangcheng and saw him like this?

Schadenfreude, or pity?

No matter which one, Ya didn't want to see it.

The sound of insects chirping from outside pierced Ya's heart like a farewell mourning. The long night was endless, and he could only be alone here, saddened by spring and autumn.

Over the years, Ya withdrew from the demon squad, but never missed any information about matters related to the Holy See.

It's been eight years, and Ya doesn't know how many years he has left for him to waste after suffering such a serious injury. Every time he asks the pope who always loses his memory, he keeps secret, just let Ya feel at ease, and one day he will receive result.

Every time she heard such a response, Ya felt that the pope meant: just wait, sooner or later you will receive the news of the corpse collection.

It's as if Nan Surou is dead, Ya won't believe such words, he absolutely doesn't believe that Nan Surou will die just like that.

As the cool night wind hit, Ilya sighed deeply, and went back to the room at the corner of the corridor without too much entanglement. Tuliya was alone by the balcony in the middle of the corridor.

A quarter of an hour later, Ya was a little sleepy. He wanted to push the wheelchair to find the waiter to get some wine from the kitchen. However, he didn't turn around, but felt a pair of small hands on his shoulders again.

Ya said lightly: "Didn't I tell you to go to bed first? Why are you here again?"

"Ya, it's me." Different from Qian Qian's immature voice for many years, this voice is sweet and coquettish, and beguiling and gentle.

It was an unfamiliar voice, and Ya seemed to be in another world, and she turned her head suddenly in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)