Chapter 214

Ten miles of red maples, mountains and fields are full of beautiful scenery, but among these red maples, there is a touch of white, which is very eye-catching.

That white is a pale color, like reminding everyone of what happened before.

Small grave bag, no tombstone, only a pile of red maple to cover her grave.

Yi Xiaoqiao stood in front of the grave with an incomparable heavy heart.

"My daughter has always been arrogant and doesn't pay attention to people. She dares to provoke even those princes and ministers. In fact, many people have told me that she is too arrogant."

Yi Xiaoqiao pursed his lips: "that's really arrogant."

Even if you are a person of high status like the scorching sun, I'm afraid you don't dare to offend anyone. This Yulian girl is really good at it.

"She's right. In fact, I don't deserve to be her father at all. I haven't done anything except conniving at her. I always thought that if I spoiled her like this, she could grow up happily, marry, and then everything would be settled."

Yi Xiaoqiao pursed his lips: "the idea of Yu Shangshu is a little too simple."

This idea is really the same as those parents who have money but no time.

"It's too simple." Yuzhijiang stood up tremblingly: "I deserve it. I married more than ten wives and concubines in my life, but no one gave me a son and a half. Only lianer, a daughter, died here. It's also my life. I should live a lonely life."

"Yu Shangshu doesn't have to be so desperate."

"You said before, what words were engraved on the sword?" Yuzhijiang suddenly looked up and asked her.

The four eyes were opposite, his eyes were extremely turbid, with a touch of vicissitudes and helplessness, and he looked like a teenager.

"The moon is white." Yi Xiaoqiao pursed his lips: "it's the moon white sword."

"Moon white, moon white..." Yu Zhijiang murmured these two words, as if they had any magic, to suck away his mind: "this is not lian'er's sword."

Yi Xiaoqiao was silent. She didn't speak, but let yuzhijiang think slowly.

"Why is this sword in my daughter's hand?"

Yuzhijiang looks at Yi Xiaoqiao. It seems that only Yi Xiaoqiao can explain it.

"It was not her thing, but it was used by her. It's very simple. Either she picked it up or someone gave it."

"Did you say it was given or picked up?"

Yi Xiaoqiao smiled: "Yu Shangshu, it's really tired to chat with people like you."

"Huh?"

"Then I ask you, if it's a gift, won't the jade Book know?" Yi Xiaoqiao asked.

Yuzhijiang was stunned. If it was a gift, of course he knew. He should know. If it was a gift sword, Yulian would never hide a good sword. She would not only hide it, but also show it to him. Therefore, if it was a gift sword, he must know.

But the sword——

"You mean, everything was an accident."

His daughter picked up a sword from nowhere and stabbed Mu Yian, but the sword was poisonous and gave Mu Yian

That's a coincidence.

Yi Xiaoqiao fiddled with the maple leaf in his hand: "I didn't say that."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not interested." Yi Xiaoqiao cried and laughed: "I'm very surprised. Why is Yu Shangshu so sure that I can give you the answer? After this, my husband is still unconscious. Is Yu Shangshu doubting me?"

"I don't doubt you. I just think you may know."

Yi Xiaoqiao smiled again: "I don't know. In fact, I don't know anything. I only know that your daughter wants to kill me, and Mu Yian appeared to save me, but hurt Mu Yian."

Yu Zhijiang frowned.

Yi Xiaoqiao walked down the mountain and passed by him. She seemed to inadvertently say, "if she used a soft whip at that time, it wouldn't be like this."

Yu Zhijiang's body was shocked, and he suddenly looked back. Yi Xiaoqiao had passed him and left straight away. Her petite body gradually disappeared in the woods and disappeared no longer.

With a soft whip

Soft whip.

Yes, what his daughter is good at is a soft whip, but why does she use a sword instead of a soft whip?

And the sword is not her sword. Since the sword is not hers, how can Yulian be willing to die? Yulian's last madness doesn't seem to be true madness. It may be... He remembered what Yulian said. She said that everything is her responsibility and has nothing to do with his father. It's difficult to tell Yulian. Is she trying to protect him?

This idea is very ironic. As soon as Yu Zhijiang appeared, he laughed at himself. How is this possible.

Since Yulian knew the cause of her mother's death, she broke with him completely. How could she be willing to die in order to protect his father?

Or did Yulian find anything?

That sword, moon white

Yuebai sword, this name is very familiar. I always think I've heard it somewhere.

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, his whole body tightened up, his face gradually became iron blue and ugly, as if someone had strangled his throat and wanted to suffocate, and his body trembled.

"It's her... How is that possible?"

Yi Xiaoqiao went down the mountain alone.

Tian Xiang had been waiting for her on the path at the foot of the mountain. As soon as she saw Yi Xiaoqiao coming, she ran over: "madam, are you back?"

Yi Xiaoqiao gave a "hum" and went to the tent.

"Are you all right? Your face looks bad."

"Nothing." Yi Xiaoqiao thought of Mu Yian and stepped back to the tent.

As soon as he entered the tent, Yi Xiaoqiao smelled the strong smell of medicine. She sniffed uneasily: "the medicine wasn't for him to eat. How can it still smell so much..."

Her voice stopped suddenly, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Her eyes fell on the bed. After the plain white gauze curtain, she sat on the bed with a low body. The black green silk hung down and scattered on the bed, as if covered with a layer of black silk.

"Ah, this medicine was sent by the emperor at that meeting. Madam told me not to give it to the general..."

Tian Xiang bumped Yu Heng and interrupted him. Yu Heng was stunned for a moment. Only then did he find that Yi Xiaoqiao was stupid.

"That, general..."

"Madam, we'll help you prepare dinner." Tian Xiang pulled Yu Heng and left the tent quickly.

Yi Xiaoqiao moved gently and walked slowly. She didn't trade and rashly opened the curtain. She was afraid that it was just a dream. She was afraid that he was still lying in bed and couldn't move. She was afraid that he still couldn't open his eyes and couldn't look at her.

It seemed that after three or five minutes or a century, she finally came to bed.

He and she are only separated by a layer of gauze curtain. They are close at hand, but they feel far away. It seems that no matter what she does, she can't touch him.

A jade like hand slowly lifted the gauze curtain. The gauze curtain floated like fog. He finally appeared in front of her.