Sick King and Concubine

Chapter 347: Sea Monster Tide (1)
You already knew about this day, didn't you?Did you premeditate the chess game in Dongzhi that day?
You want me to live well, you want me to live well, is this how you let me live well? !
Without you, how do you want me to live well? !
I can't bear to let you go alone.

Lou Xiyue stood behind him, and it was not until the end that he heard a cold voice: "You go out first."

Lou Xiyue stood still.

Jiang Li said without looking back: "Don't worry, I won't die, I promised him to live a good life, and I will live a good life."

Lou Xiyue still didn't move, Jiang Li picked up the sword and threw it over, saying, "Get out."

Lou Xiyue finally picked up the sword silently, then stayed for a while before walking out.

Lou Xiyue stood outside, looked up at the sky, wiped her eyes hard, her face was ashen.

At this time, a tall and thin figure stood still in front of him, and Su Liu called out, "Lou Xiyue."

Lou Xiyue twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "I'm fine."

He's really all right, he's all right.

When Jiang Li came out, it was already two days later, and Lou Xiyue had been standing there for two days.

Jiang Li seemed to have regained her composure. Standing beside Lou Xiyue, she asked, "What else did he say to you?"

Lou Xiyue opened her mouth and said, "Your Highness also wrote me some things."

Jiang Li asked, "Where is the thing?"

Lou Xiyue said: "In that abandoned study."

Jiang Li said, "Take me there."

Lou Xiyue nodded, looking at Jiang Li's disheveled hair, her face and lips without a trace of blood, hesitant to speak.

In just two days, she seemed to lose a lot of weight suddenly.

Lou Xiyue pushed open the door, pointed to the paper on the table, and said, "It's right there."

Jiang Li nodded and said, "Go out."

Lou Xiyue nodded, then stepped out and gently closed the door.

Jiang Li lightly touched those papers, these words she was familiar with, these words she was unfamiliar with, she only saw those words in her eyes, she didn't notice the content on them at all, for her, nothing was important.

She touched her hand slowly, and the tears that she thought were dry suddenly fell down. As soon as she touched her hand, the things that were pressed next to the desk suddenly fell down layer by layer, spilling all over the floor.

Jiang Li put down these things, and slowly squatted down to pick them up. Her eyes swept aimlessly, and she paused suddenly.

Her hand opened a fold, and then stroked a painting.

Her hand suddenly trembled violently, and then quickly pushed it away.

One, two, three...

One painting after another was spread out in front of her eyes, and her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't even hold up the thin piece of paper.

These paintings are all drawn by her, but they are all drawn with sketches. When she was painting, she liked to draw circles in the corners with a brush. Now these circles are exactly the same in each painting. , almost making her paint her own.

However, it is clearly not!
Her head was buzzing, she had almost forgotten all these images, but at the moment when she was touched, it suddenly flashed out of her head.

This is a picture of her when she was still in the modern age. From when she was a baby, at the age of one or two, three or four, almost all her modern journeys are there. Every stroke captures her. Two or three hundred pieces.

Jiang Li stood up, and suddenly and desperately swept away the bookshelf next to her.

The bookshelves are full of paintings, and she can hardly imagine how many paintings there are.

It's all her and only her.

She slumped down on the ground, stretched out her hands to hold a stack of paintings, and pressed them tightly to her heart.

Why it came out like this? !

Zixiu, what else did you not tell me? !You want me to live, but how many things do you have to swallow silently?
She held those paintings tightly, as if holding the only hope in her heart.

Zixiu, Zixiu... Some people say that the strongest feelings in this world can't stand the time, but you tell me, how do you want me to forget you?How can I make you forget me?

In the end, how long?

What the hell do I not know?You tell me!
"Squeak--" a sound.

The sun suddenly rushed in, and then she seemed to smell a fragrance, and then, a seductive, contemptuous, even mocking voice said: "It's ugly."

Jiang Li didn't even move.

Kazama Liuli said: "If I tell you a secret about Chu Yu, do you want to listen?"

Jiang Li raised his head.

Kazama Liuli watched her raise her head, gave her a disgusted look, and said, "Maybe he didn't completely die, do you want to know what to do?"

Jiang Li suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The cinnabar between Fengjian Liuli's eyebrows was as bright red as blood: "However, I have one condition."

Jiang Li trembled and said, "What condition? I will promise you if you want my life."

Kazama Ruri wiped her lips, looked at her up and down with malice on her face, and laughed: "Wash yourself up and go to my bed and stay with me for a few days. If I feel better , may tell you."

Three years later, Chu State.

A line of blue sky was like washing, and several horses galloped quickly on the endless pasture. Shang Yanfei stood there and asked the people next to him: "You want to take over our horse farm? A joke, how can the family business of three generations of ancestors be sold?" Give up, even if it will pile up a pile of gold for me, I can't give up."

The person standing opposite her still looked honest, with a simple and honest smile on his face, just like a farmer, but the words he said were not at all like what a farmer could say: "Shang Owner, please think again. The price we offer allows you to open two identical ranches in other places. Moreover, if this horse farm does not pass through our hands, then from now on, no matter who it is, I am afraid Dare to buy horses from you, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to get everything you need for the racecourse.”

Shang Yanfei's eyes widened when he heard it, and he stood up abruptly: "You are a threat!"

The honest man remained motionless, with a "sincere" smile on his face: "This is a deal, the owner."

Half an hour later, the honest man had already walked out of a small hut with a stack of title deeds. A woman in black was wearing a pearl mask, squatting in the nearby stable, looking at an old horse that could no longer bite the hay. Two snow-white horses stood behind the woman in black, wagging their tails non-stop.

(End of this chapter)