The position of the heart was empty, and there was no more heartbeat sound there.
The master said that when a person's heart beats fast, it creates an illusion similar to love.
For someone like her who can't control her feelings, there's no use keeping that heart.
Instead, there was a stone.
"Are you heart of stone?"
Wenren Xuexi smiled self-deprecatingly, and then her eyes became farther and farther away, as charming as silk.
Baili Suye, Wenren Qianjue, she will definitely ask them to repay her if she falls into this situation.
Putting away the brocade in her hands, Wenren Xuexi went down the mountain.
The kitchen in Ouyang Mansion is very large.
Although it cannot compare with the imperial dining room, it is very exquisite.
The busy people inside are well organized.
At first glance, it seems that he is well trained.
"What desserts, snacks and dishes do you want to eat?"
Every time Ouyang Junnuo made a suggestion, he pointed to a different room.
Tsk tsk, these young men in the capital don't want to live too comfortably.
Wenren Qianjue raised his eyebrows and looked around.
There are different departments here, and each department is responsible for its own special snacks.
"I heard that the kitchen recently developed a new cherry blossom jelly, let's try it."
Seeing her hesitation, Ouyang Junnuo stepped forward and took her hand, and pushed open one of the doors without any explanation.
The sweet smell hits your face instantly.
Wenren Qianjue blinked, and exquisite snacks were being made by the chefs at any time.
"Look at that."
A gentle voice like flowing water came from Ouyang Junnuo.
Looking in the direction her finger pointed, Wenren Qianjue saw a man holding a mold in his hand and pouring a piece of jelly-like thing. come out.
Locked in the jelly are delicate flowers.
It was as if the eternity that bloomed in that moment was locked in crystal.
I haven't seen anything so fresh for a long time.
The last time, Wenren Qianjue's eyes darkened when he thought of that person in Wei Qingwan's place.
"Young Master."
Someone saw Ouyang Junnuo and shouted, and immediately everyone else knelt down with utmost respect.
"Get up.
Get some cherry blossom jelly for Qianjue to try."
Ouyang Junnuo said lightly.
As soon as he finished speaking, his arm was grabbed by Wen Ren Qianjue: "I don't want to eat.
I want to drink.
Let's go back to the tavern."
Her eyebrows were dull and she showed no emotion.
Wenren Qianjue likes to live a free life and is not used to having so many servants waiting on her.
Thinking about the habit of living in Ye Palace at that time, it was probably because Ye Palace was different from other places.
There were no servants in sight.
Even though there was only her, His Highness Seventh Prince, and the butler in the huge palace.
She didn't feel empty either.
No matter how much I thought about it, I thought of that person again.
Wenren Qianjue's eyes darkened silently, and then she raised her lips and said with a smile: "Why doesn't Mr.
Ouyang refuse to enjoy the honor and have a drink?"
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"Of course."
Ouyang Junnuo clearly saw the reluctance in her eyes, but he pretended not to see anything.
As long as she was happy, everything was fine.
In the tavern, when the old man saw Wenren Qianjue coming back, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Hurry up, let's see who is back." rub The curtain was opened, and a sparse face was revealed, with ice-like eyes and a smile.
It was Ye Qinfeng.
As if greeting someone who had just been out for a day, he said calmly: "It'll be good when you're back."
It's a pity that some people are not so graceful.
Another little head peeked out from under the curtain.
The little girl's face was rosy and she was really beautiful.
Seeing Wenren Qianjue's eyes suddenly turned red.
She cried out loudly and rushed over: "Oh oh oh oh, Qian Jue is so cruel, he doesn't care about Xiaoyan anymore."
Chi Yan had been sleeping in the Peacock Pavilion.
When he woke up, he vaguely remembered that Wenren Qianjue seemed to have been gone for a long time.
I said hello to her before leaving.
Unfortunately, she was half asleep at that time, so she just nodded silently in response.
It was only when I woke up that I realized how serious the matter was.
Sneaked directly back to the tavern.
Looking at the surprised looks of people around him, the old man coughed twice: "Ahem, young lady, go in and talk."
After saying that, he looked at Ouyang Junnuo with a smile.
This is Mr.
Ouyang who bought the tavern for the girl.
The old man looked outside, but the cold-faced Master Xuanyi was not there.
In the backyard, crabapples are still fragrant.
The side dishes on the table were all made by Ye Qinfeng himself.
For such a long time, with Ye Qinfeng in charge, the business of this tavern has become increasingly prosperous.
Anyone who came to look for trouble would be driven away by him calmly.
Although the dishes were simple, they were made by him and had a different flavor.
In addition, following Wenren Qianjue's method of brewing wine at that time, he also buried the wine and continued to bury it.
The tavern is also unique.
"I brewed this jar."
Wenren Qianjue held up a jar of wine and waved it around for a few times.
Listening to the sound, I felt indescribable satisfaction.
"It's the last one.
I thought you might want to drink it when you come back."
Ye Qinfeng put on an apron, still unable to hide his aura.
After the last dish was served, he sat down.
"Hmm."
Wenren Qianjue smiled so much that she bent her eyes and opened the mud seal.
The sweet smell rushed towards her and filled the entire small courtyard in an instant.
"Come on, come on, let's have a taste.
I rarely bury the peach wine for so long.
I can't help but take it out and drink it."
Wenren Qianjue poured it for Ouyang Junnuo first, completely unaware that he was drinking it.
With his feet on the stool, he looked like a mountain king.
"Qianjue, why didn't that person come?"
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When Wenren Qianjue served Ye Qinfengman a drink, he spoke leisurely.
The wine spilled out a little and Wenren Qianjue's hands were splashed.
"Well."
She held her finger in her mouth and sipped the drink on it: "I didn't touch it, so I didn't scream."
"Eat, eat, eat, eat," Chi Yan was originally shouting very happily, but when Wen Ren Qianjue said this, his big, round eyes He was also stunned.
"Eat your food."
Wenren Qianjue smiled ruthlessly and raised his eyebrows.
Ouyang Junnuo gracefully held up his rose gold frame, with a calm look in his fox eyes.
The meal passed happily.
Wenren Qianjue drank a little too much to avoid being drunk, but her head was still dizzy.
She pushed Ouyang Junnuo away and walked alone on the path back to the room.
As soon as I got to the room, I suddenly remembered that it would be better if I washed my face, so I put the things in my hands in the room.
He groped his way to the well again, trying to get some water for himself.
Walking to the edge of the well, Wenren Qianjue rubbed his head and struggled to reach into the well, trying to grab some well rope to pull the bucket up.
Suddenly, I saw clearly from the well water that there was a shadow behind me.
In the night palace.
Baili Su was dealing with various things day and night.
After reviewing the last piece of paper, he raised his eyes: "Next batch."
The steward stepped forward and said, "Go back to the Lord, there is no more."
"No more."
Baili Suye frowned handsomely.
He had been away from the Night Palace for a long time, and the things behind him were just this little.
"It's really gone."
The butler said silently.
The master has been watching it day and night for several days.
All the high-mountain matters have been dealt with.
The long hair flowed like splashes of ink, more perfect than the best silk satin, and the face embedded in it was as cold and handsome as an ice sculpture.
He said lightly: "Go down."
Jar after jar of wine around them was emptied.
The housekeeper wanted to persuade him, but he didn't dare to do so, so he could only retreat.
After a while, the housekeeper came in again.
Baili Suye raised his eyebrows, wondering if it was time for Ye Gong to straighten himself out.
How dare even the housekeeper disobey me again and again.
"My lord, someone placed this thing at the door of the Night Palace."
The butler knelt on the ground and presented something with his hands.
Baili Suye's gaze was deep, and he passed over that thing coldly.
Then, it stopped
It was a small, simple rag. black.
The simplest rag But he could recognize it at a glance.
That was the black cloth that Wenren Qianjue used to wrap his ancient sword.
She never leaves her body Now even the wrapping cloth on the weapon has been torn into pieces.
The cold face was like the eve of a storm, filled with frightening black clouds.
The butler could not understand the piece of cloth and could only say: "My lord, there is another letter."
"Send, come, come."
Baili Suye said these three words word by word, almost squeezing them out from between his teeth.
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The housekeeper sent the envelope up, and when Baili Suye trembled coldly, he smashed the outer envelope into pieces.
Without damaging the letter inside, this kind of effort is really terrible.
Unfolding the letter, the handwriting on it was crooked and read: "If you want to know Wenren Qianjue's true identity, come to the ancient temple on the outskirts of the city."
Baili Suye, an ancient temple on the outskirts of the city, looked cold.
Throwing away the letter, he pursed his lips and said extremely coldly: "Secret Guard" Swish, several secret guards immediately appeared in front of him.
The Lord's order was the guideline for their actions.
"Go to Ouyang Mansion immediately to see if Wenren Qianjue is there and then come back and report."
Baili Suye ordered in a voice that was colder than ever before.
"yes" The secret guards responded and immediately disappeared.
Not long after, they all came back: "Your Majesty, Miss Qianjue and Young Master Ouyang went out.
No one knows where they went.
They only know that they have never come back and there is no news."
As soon as they finished speaking, there was still the shadow of Baili Suye in front of them.
The aloof king just disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The ancient temple on the outskirts of the city was where the caster was when Wenren Qianjue was first trapped by the Soul-Destroying Curse.
But in a moment, Baili Suye landed outside the ancient temple.
His black clothes were not stained by dust.
He walked in calmly and calmly.
There was a woman there, with her back to him, looking at the dilapidated Buddha statue in front of her.
Dressed in white gauze, as cold as snow.
When Baili Suye walked in, the woman didn't move.
Playing such tricks in front of him, Baili Suye stepped forward coldly, and just when he was about to reach behind the woman, the woman suddenly turned back.
That was a face that he was very familiar with and was known to thousands of people.
"Your Majesty, you are very fast."
Wenren Qianjue, who was wearing a white gauze, had slender lips and was full of evil and evil aura.
The shadow beside the well spoke: "Qianjue, go back to the room and have a look.
Someone has been here."
The water waves in the well gradually stabilized, reflecting the face of the black shadow, which was Ouyang Junnuo.
And his face was serious, as if something had happened.
"how" Wenren Qianjue stood up from the well, lazily leaning on the edge of the well with one hand, her hair messy but enchanting.
Her face was flushed, and she didn't even realize how attractive she was at the moment.
"I just went to the room to look for you and saw a figure in white gauze rushing out.
The ancient knife you wrapped was unwrapped and the black cloth was messy.
The strange thing is that the knife was not taken away."
Ouyang Junnuo frowned.
Strangely enough, when he entered, he didn't have time to stop the man from taking away Wenren Qianjue's ancient sword.
The man seemed to have been in Qianjue's house for a while.
He had not just entered.
If he wanted to take it away, he would have taken it away long ago.
Why did you only take away a piece of black cloth?
"I'll go back and take a look."
Wenren Qianjue's eyes were cold and he had sobered up from the wine.
In an ancient temple on the outskirts of the city, a woman in white gauze tightened her hand.
There was a deep mark on it, as if it had been burned.
If she could take it away, she would have taken away the ancient sword: