"I know."
"I did know that day what he was going to do."
"I didn't stop him."
Because at that time, he was really tired of the most willful person in the palace, his endless provocations, and his repeated assassinations.
He never had much patience, and he only gave it to those who deserved it.
He had tolerated enough time for Princess Mingyi, whom he had never met before.
He even scorned the royal family's behavior of tearing down mills and killing donkeys and crossing rivers and demolishing bridges. In recent years, if he hadn't turned the tide, Jiang State would have been encroached on most of its territory by people from the north.
When the rivers and seas are clear, there will be no room for him who is so powerful.
There is nothing wrong with a couch lying on its side allowing others to snore.
Princess Mingyi is somewhat smart. A dynasty never needs a hero with great achievements, especially the prestige among the people, which is already high enough for him to overthrow the entire dynasty.
Princess Mingyi planned ahead and acted decisively, which was much more courageous than her foolish and incompetent father.
But that’s all.
He could only sigh in his heart that the princess was cruel enough, and if she were a man, she would do a lot.
When he killed the person who harmed her with a sword, he didn't know that the one who really deserved to die was himself.
It was his tacit approval.
It's his silence.
He didn't stop it.
Dusk is approaching, and the falling afterglow is like a falling sun.
When Zhou Ji said these words, his tone was understated, and you couldn't tell what his emotions were at all, but the blood-red lines under his eyes became deeper and deeper.
"By the time I knew everything, it was already too late."
She lay there quietly with blood on her face.
He wiped the blood off her face with a handkerchief, but it still felt dirty and he didn't wipe it off for her.
No matter how many times she wiped it, it seemed like there was still blood on her face.
Jiang Yue didn't want to hear it at all, but it was like nails were planted under her feet and she couldn't move her feet.
My nose is sore and my eyes are sore.
She twitched the corner of her lower lip and said coldly: "You don't need to recount the murderer's crime scene to me."
This sentence is obviously angry.
Just be angry.
It's better to be angry than when she was cold and indifferent, as if she wanted to be a stranger again. ΗtτＰＳ:///
Zhou Ji lowered her eyes and looked at her quietly, as if she could do anything or say anything.
Jiang Yue was looked at by him like this, as if he was very sad, so sad that his whole body seemed to be broken.
Who was he trying to show by making such a pitiful look?
She didn't want to be soft-hearted.
Don't pity him!
Jiang Yue took a deep breath, pretending not to see the broken and tender look in his eyes, turned around and left decisively.
Something else.
She didn't even ask.
Maybe she had smartly guessed that she would wake up after a thousand years because he paid a certain price by any means necessary.
…
Jiang Yue returned home, and her eyes were still red.
Qin Zhao knew that she had just gone out to meet Zhou Ji, and when she came back she had turned into a rabbit's eyes. There was nothing fishy about it, but he didn't believe it.
But she has always been strong and rarely gets red-eyed.
Qin Zhao didn't want to rub salt into the wound rashly, so he only said gently: "If you feel uncomfortable, just lie on the sofa for a while. It's time to have dinner later."
Jiang Yue returned to the living room in a daze.
She couldn't see or hear what was playing on the TV.
Zhou Zhengchu built a castle with Lego blocks in the afternoon while his mother was asleep. The boy completed this big project with concentration and seriousness, just to give it to his mother as a gift.
He climbed onto the sofa, gently held his mother's finger, kissed her secretly when her mother wasn't paying attention, and then said, "Mom, I have a gift for you."
Jiang Yue has received many gifts from children.
Sometimes it was the candies he brought back from kindergarten, and sometimes it was the card where he kept his New Year's money every year. The boy gave her the card seriously and asked her to buy a bag.
Because I think my mother likes bags.
So I won’t be reluctant to hand over the money.
He already had enough toys and he had nothing to spend money on.
Jiang Yue recovered from her daze, and was led by him to the floor-to-ceiling window. The gorgeous castle laid out on expensive blankets made it seem as if a princess really lived inside.
The boy's face was a little shy, his face was red and his ears were red. He looked at his mother with dark and watery eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Mom, do you look good?"
Jiang Yue nodded.
The boy's ears suddenly became hotter, and he looked at her with expectant eyes: "Does mom like it?"
Jiang Yue looked at this little face that looked similar to Zhou Ji's, was silent for a moment, and then nodded: "I like it."
The boy seemed like an arrogant kitten whose fur had been smoothed. He said nothing, and then said seriously: "I will give mom a better, bigger, and more beautiful one in the future."
Jiang Yue would not take what the child said casually seriously. She smiled, and her dull mood seemed to be illuminated by the sun, quietly brightening up a lot, "Okay."
She rubbed the boy's soft hair, "Then I'll wait."
…
Had dinner.
The housekeeper of the Zhou family came to take the young master back. Zhou Zhengchu was naturally reluctant to go back. He preferred to stay with his mother. Even if he did nothing, he felt very happy.
But there is still class tomorrow.
And since he was still young, he couldn't make the decision on many things by himself.
No matter how reluctant he is, he still has to hold the housekeeper's hand and be taken back.
The boy had already reached the door, stopped again, turned around and looked at his mother seriously and persistently, "Mom, if you are free, go to the kindergarten to pick me up from school."
The boy is wearing exquisite black leather boots, white calf socks, shirt and shorts. He looks like a Q-version villain. With such a serious expression, he is even cuter.
The eyes are dark and round, and the skin is white and soft.
It's easy to pinch at first glance.
Jiang Yue said: "Okay."
After sending the child away, Jiang Yue returned to her room. She didn't even look at her phone and fell asleep after taking medicine.
Slept well.
I had no dreams and was not awakened.
The bad thing was that when she woke up the next day, her cold seemed to be more serious, her tonsils were inflamed, the pain was unbearable, and her eyelids were swollen, but it might have something to do with her crying yesterday.
When you are sick, you become lazy.
Originally, Jiang Yue still remembered Zhou Ji's grandfather's birthday party and planned to buy a suitable gift for the old man.
She had promised him that she would go, and she had no immediate plans to repent.
It's not that she owed Zhou Ji anything, she had nothing to hide from.
Zhou Ji didn't even intend to hide from her.
It's just that Jiang Yue hasn't figured out how to face him for a short time. She has no grudges. She can't do it. She is deeply hurt and hates him. It doesn't seem to be to that extent.
She didn't know how to let go.
No one taught her.
She never wanted to experience this feeling of love and hate again.
Thousands of words can be said to blame Zhou Ji.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
Shunan Literature
