After crossing, let yourself go

After coming back, Qu Lian was so careless that he even asked a musician to play the piano for him. No one knew what possessed him to listen to the song that Han Jiu played that day.

He has heard that piece of music countless times. It was always played by Qu Rou. At that time, Qu Lian didn't seem to like it very much, but now he asks someone to play it for him all day long.

Qu Yi said nothing and sat in his room, listening to Qu Lian outside shouting "This is not right, that is not right" again and again.

Qu Yi looked at the wall opposite him. There was a piece of calligraphy on the wall, which he had written. Yu Wei knocked on the door and came in. "Master, I found out."

"It's her, right?" Qu Yi was too lazy to waste his brain with that person, what an idiot.

"Yes, those assassins were sent by her." Is that woman crazy? She actually attacked the Second Master. Is she testing the Master's patience with her?

"Kill him," Qu Yi simply stated the conclusion.

Yu Wei was still in shock and looked up at him. "Did he really kill him?"

"Well, don't let Qu Lian know." Qu Yi showed no mercy.

"As you command," Yu Wei left the room. His master was really angry. That man actually set his sights on the Second Master this time.

Qu Yi looked at the wall opposite and read the words he had written. This piece of calligraphy was the "Song of the Yue People" that Han Jiu had written that day, so he also wrote one.

What night is this? I am floating on the island in the middle of the stream.

What a day it is today that I get to ride in the same boat with the prince.

I am ashamed and loved, but I don't blame others for my shame.

My heart is troubled but never stops, and I know the prince.

The mountains are woody and woody.

I am so pleased with you, but you don’t know.

Yan Hongzhi was finally relieved to see Han Jiu come back unharmed, although his relieved expression was fake. He had known for a long time that Han Jiu was fine, and he had been observing her in secret.

If Han Jiu was in any danger, he would rush out of the cloud. He hugged her and wanted Han Jiu to stay with him, but seeing her tired look, he finally couldn't bear to torment her and let her go.

After Han Jiu came back, she took a shower, didn’t even have dinner, and fell asleep on the bed. She was so tired.

When she was sleeping soundly, she felt someone beside her. She opened her eyes and saw Song Ruochen's beautiful face and smiled. She moved closer to him and continued to sleep in his arms.

Song Ruochen hugged her. He knew that Xiaojiu was in a bad mood this morning. Although he played with Xiaoyu during the day, he was still worried. After coming back, he heard that she went to bed without dinner. He couldn't help but worry that she was in a bad mood all day, so he came to check on her.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw that she was sleeping soundly and he didn't want to leave, so he went to bed and hugged her. Looking at the person in his arms, she was sleeping soundly, her bright red lips looked very tempting, he leaned over and gently bit them.

He originally thought that just a kiss would be enough, but who knew that the person in his arms moved, and her wet little tongue stretched out and hooked his tongue. He turned over as if he was ignited and pressed his whole body on Han Jiu.

After the sex, both of them fell into a deep sleep, feeling satisfied. However, what was unpleasant was that they did not sleep until dawn. A knock on the door woke Han Jiu and Song Ruochen up. She knew who was outside but did not intend to get out of bed and asked them to come in.

Pei Qing didn't want to disturb the young master at this time, especially since there was another person on the bed. It was obvious that both of them were looking at him with dissatisfaction.

Pei Qing was helpless. "Master, someone from Prince Cheng's Mansion wants to see you. They said there is something very important and urgent."

Song Ruochen's eyebrows immediately frowned, and Han Jiu was also going crazy. He stood up, put on a coat and asked, "Where is the person?"

"Outside the door." Pei Qing glanced at Song Ruochen on the bed. He seemed a little angry. How could this man who had always been as calm as a lotus be angry?

Han Jiu sighed and walked to the door. Gao Fei asked, "You're looking for me? What for?"

Gao Fei saw that Han Jiu was about to cry, so he walked forward and said anxiously, "Third Master, please, go see our prince. Our prince is dying."

Damn, wasn’t he fine some time ago? “Your prince is dying, why are you looking for me? Go find Qiao Yu.” He is the doctor.

Gao Fei was almost going crazy with anxiety, "Third Young Master, our prince is not sick, today is that person's death anniversary, and we don't know what's wrong with our prince, he is drinking like crazy.

The servants couldn't stop him from drinking. The prince held the sword and wouldn't let anyone get close. He was already drunk and couldn't hold the sword steadily. He also hurt himself during the process. Now his leg is still bleeding. He has been drinking since morning. Third Young Master, I beg you, please save our prince. "

Ah, am I a saint? After saving this one, I save that one. "How did he live in previous years? Maybe he was just drunk and he will be fine after a while." Ruochen said that, let me stay away from that person.

Gao Fei knelt on the ground and cried, "Third Young Master, I beg you, for the sake of the prince's help to you, and for the sake of the friendship between the prince and Young Master Bei Ming, please go and see him."

Song Ruochen came out with his clothes on and said, "Let's go and have a look. I hope nothing really happens."

Han Jiu tilted his head and looked at him, "Come with me."

Song Ruochen shook his head and said, "I'm too sleepy. I'll sleep a little longer. You go and take a look. If everything is ok, come back early."

He didn't want to go. He knew too well how gentle Han Jiu was towards others. Although most of it was unconscious on her part, he just couldn't stand it.

"Okay, I'll go and take a look, hope he's really dead." She went back to the house, put on her clothes, kissed Song Ruochen on the mouth, and followed Gao Fei out.

When Han Jiu arrived, Mu Jifan was sitting in the same yard as last time. His sword was thrown on the ground, and the table was covered with empty wine jars. Mu Jifan looked really bad. One of his legs was bleeding, and the hem of his clothes was stained red.

Han Jiu looked at Gao Fei beside him and asked, "Is your prince like this every year at this time?"

Gao Fei looked at his own prince anxiously and said, "No, the prince tortured himself like this every day in the first two years. Later, he got better after the queen came.

His mood didn't recover immediately, but he stopped drinking. Every year on this day, the prince would just sit in this courtyard and be in a daze, and he would be fine the next day. Who knew that the prince would be like this this year?"

Seeing that Mu Jifan was almost drinking himself to death, Han Jiu asked in a low voice, "What do you want me to do? Go over and knock him out?" It would be easy and labor-saving.

Gao Fei looked at Han Jiu in horror and said, "Don't do that, Third Master. The prince is in a state of mental illness. What will you do if you knock him out and he wakes up?"

"What can I do?" I'm not a psychologist, and I can't treat it.

Gao Fei pleaded with a distressed look on his face, "Third Young Master, please talk to the prince. Didn't you convince the prince with just a few words last time? I beg you, please help our prince."

"I..." Shit, what the hell is this.

Han Jiu walked into the yard and looked at Mu Jifan's face which was flushed due to drinking. This man was obviously now extremely drunk.

He supported his head with one hand and held the wine bowl with the other hand to pour it into his mouth. Last time, it was because he looked like he was still half-awake, but this time he was completely drunk, what should he do?

Ah, what a headache! Han Jiu glared at Gao Fei who followed in and said, "I'll try. If it doesn't work, I'll knock him out."

Gao Fei wanted to say something, but Han Jiu had already walked up to Mu Jifan and said, "My Lord."

Mu Jifan raised his head and smiled when he looked at Han Jiu. "Ling Shan, you're here. You finally came out to see me?" He stood up excitedly and grabbed Han Jiu's shoulders with both hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ling Shan, it's all my fault. It's all my fault."

Han Jiu stood there and let him grab her shoulders, treating her as another person. Ling Shan? She must be the one. Today is her death anniversary, so the man in front of her would be like this. "Prince, it's not your fault. I don't blame you."

"No, it's all my fault, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been violated, and you wouldn't have died. It's all my fault, my fault, Lingshan. This is all my fault, all my fault. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The pair of peach blossom eyes had turned red with tears in them.

Ah, resisting the urge to knock him out, Han Jiu curled her lips and spoke softly, "Prince, Lingshan doesn't blame you. Lingshan will love you until death. Lingshan never thinks it's your fault. Be good, don't be like this. You have to take good care of yourself. You still have a long future ahead of you."

Mu Jifan stared at Han Jiu in a daze, tears finally flowing down his face. "Ling Shan, you should hate me, that way I will feel better. I know that all this is my fault. Because I made a mistake, God is torturing me like this now, and that is why he let me meet that person, right?"

Huh? The man was drunk and incoherent. "No, God didn't torture you, you tortured yourself. Okay, let's go back and have a good sleep. You'll be fine tomorrow." Han Jiu stretched out his hand to support him.