After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

The gentle breeze just now gradually became stronger with his chuckle.

Wei Yanshi stared at his stopped figure and said solemnly: "I will erase this matter."

Let the past be the past, no one can disturb her.

He searched through all the files but could not find much trace of the bloody incident in Yandu in the eleventh year of Yuanjing.

The only person who has this power is his father.

Was that obscure look in Yuan Jing’s eighteenth year a sign of regret?

Wei Yanshi held his breath and waited for the judgment ahead.

Xie Fuyi turned around and stated calmly: "Your family owes me one hundred and thirty-one lives."

The bloodstains of the past have never left a single word in books, but have left scars in people's hearts.

It's not something he can erase just because he wants to.

Wei Yanshi's voice was dry: "Okay, I understand."

Xie Fuyi said lightly: "Don't appear in front of her again."

The last bit of decency he left him was not to reveal his identity.

He was the King of Huainan, the son of the man who killed her parents.

Wei Yanshi's mind was as clear as a mirror. He knew that he should leave, but his feet felt as heavy as if they were made of gold and he could not take a step forward.

"I'm going to say goodbye to her." He whispered, "She doesn't like leaving without saying goodbye."

They had been together for half a month and had some understanding of each other's habits, but what she knew was all blank.

And he used the identity of Liubai to secretly record many things.

Xie Fuyi didn't stop him.

He didn't have the power, and he knew it.

Having missed twelve years of his sister's growth, he returned as an adult brother. He was even as timid as the boy in front of him and did not dare to acknowledge his own identity.

……

A quarter of an hour ago, in Aunt Gu’s bedroom.

Gu Qinghe sat opposite her on the bed, and the woman's eyes were full of concern: "Qinghe, do you know the origin of that man?"

Her tone was not like that of an ordinary mother asking her little daughter about her concerns.

A few days ago, Gu Qinghe only told her that this was her new master. She didn't ask about it in detail because he was cold to others but was quite nice to his own daughter.

Tonight, the man's unusual behavior made her concerned. After looking at him carefully, she felt something was wrong. She suppressed her doubts and waited for the others to finish their meal before she took her girl back to the room to question him.

Once the seed of doubt was planted, everything seemed wrong to her.

The little girl in front of me has a pair of bright orange almond eyes. If I raise my hand to cover them a little, I can see that they are somewhat similar to the man.

She had been raising the little girl by her side since she was two years old. She remembered her appearance at every age. Now it seemed that the little girl before the age of ten looked 50% similar to the boy.

After the age of ten, the little girl had basically grown up, but one could vaguely see a few similarities in her half-covered eyebrows and eyes, both of which were slightly curved downwards and had the corners of their eyes spread out at the edges.

Gu Qinghe was startled by her sudden raising of her hand. She was not dull at all when it came to the ways of the world. On the contrary, she was very sharp.

No one will be nice to you for no reason.

Just like the villagers before, they only felt regret because of Mr. Ning Yun’s sacrifice.

Later, he thought about helping the Gu family, and his kindness came from the heart, but Gu Qinghe didn't want to owe anyone a favor, so when building a new house, his first choice was to choose villagers who were good at carpentry and blacksmithing.

In the long bill that Wei Yan gave her, she gave him the status of the second partner of the restaurant. He only needed to be the name to collect the profits and did not have to bear any risks.

Now it was Xie Fuyi again. She had thought about the reasons behind the gradually intimate actions.

Seeing Aunt Gu's undisguised contrast, she naturally understood.

Xie Fuyi might be the original owner’s real relative.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, her heart began to beat wildly.

Was it the original owner who was looking forward to it, or was she too scared?

She couldn't figure out her own emotions for a moment.

After a long while, she came back to her senses after hearing Aunt Gu's call. She pursed her lips and said softly, "He is the leader of the Jianghu Xunqing Pavilion."

As soon as the three words "Xunqing Pavilion" came out.

The room suddenly became so quiet that only the sound of two shallow breaths could be heard.

Gu Qinghe felt bitter in her heart. She should have thought of it.

I should have thought of this a few days ago when I asked on his behalf if there were any adopted girls in the village.

Xunqing Pavilion.

Nickname: Qingqing.

How could she forget it?

It was this word "Qingqing" that made her ask Liubai to call her nickname three times before she came back to her senses.

"Does Qinghe want to recognize him?" Aunt Gu asked softly.

Gu Qinghe didn’t know.

She is not the original owner.

Nor is she a little girl in silk who grew up in love.

He is not the person that the leader of the first pavilion in the martial arts world is looking for day and night.

The three denials set off a bloody storm in her heart. Gu Qinghe finally shook her head and said, "I don't want to."

She didn't want to.

Gu Qinghe, who traveled from the modern times, didn't want to.

But will the facts give her a choice?

"Boom."

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Aunt Gu patted her shoulder and said softly, "Since Qinghe doesn't want to, I will help you refuse."

The footsteps gradually faded away. Gu Qinghe opened and closed his mouth again and again, but he didn't utter a word of no until the door opened.

She silently turned her back to the door, silently escaped, let the woman come out alone, and silently waited for the verdict.

The door is closed.

But her heart drifted away.

One minute, two minutes...

Time passed by in my mind, and the door was finally opened again.

She was so stiff that she dared not move or look back.

The scent of pinewood slowly approached from behind her, and her usually sensitive nose seemed to have lost its function. It was not until the person spoke that she could smell it.

"Qinghe, it's me." Wei Yanshi said in a low voice.

The words of farewell lingered in his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Hmm?" Gu Qinghe turned around: "Leave it blank?"

Her eyes were red, and the fierce wind of late autumn finally blew into the house.

Wei Yanshi felt uncomfortable and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Gu Qinghe couldn't tell whether she was happier seeing him or Xie Fuyi. She lowered her eyes and begged in a low voice: "Liu Bai, please call me Qingqing again."

Wei Yanshi understood in his heart that she knew it.

Knowing that Xie Fuyi is her brother.

"Qingqing."

Please allow me to call you that one more time.

Wei Yanshi half-knelt down and looked up at her: "Don't be sad, okay?"

I've come to say goodbye to you.