The Words of the Number One

The next morning, I went to help Xia Wan organize her clothes, folding those complicated clothes one by one. Xia Wan smiled lightly and said, "Fortunately, my son is thinner, otherwise what would the layers of clothes look like?"

Thinking of Fan Jun's bloated body like a ball, I couldn't help but smile. Xia Wan said: "I finally saw you smiling, you have been absent-minded all day."

"I didn't get a good rest last night."

"Zi Kou ground her teeth?"

"...not at all."

It's the sunny season recently, so I suggest drying the clothes before putting them in the box. Xia Wan agreed, and then opened each clothes box to find the clothes that needed to be dried.

Including the small box that put Ji Yu's childhood clothes.

I looked at the clothes in the box and asked Xia Wan, "Why is there a stain here?"

Xia Wan leaned over, looked at the brown spots on the fabric, thought for a while, and said, "I'm afraid it's mud stains, and I can't wash it clean. This is the one I liked the most when I was young, so I put it away."

This stained dress was a light yellow long-sleeved gown with no special embroidery patterns, and it looked like a ten-year-old child's clothes. There is also a corresponding belt on the side.

I picked up the belt, with Zhou's words embroidered on it, and I asked Xia Wan, "What is it embroidered on?"

Xia Wan glanced at it, and replied: "This is Zhou's writing. It is embroidered with the young master's nickname."

My hand holding the belt tightened slightly, and I heard Xia Wan's voice drifting past my ears.

"...The one embroidered is the young master's nickname, Ah Yao."

Ah Yao.

The young master's nickname is A Yao.

Ji Yu, Ah Yao.

Sure enough, I saw the dress right.

I remembered it when I saw Lingshang take it out of the box the day before yesterday. I actually remembered everything about him clearly, and recognized him at a glance after fourteen years. Only he, I did not recognize.

I have come to seek proof, and I have also obtained my proof.

There is no way to retreat when the picture is poor.

I put the belt back into the box and heard my own voice, still calm and calm.

"Is this dress still drying?"

"Show it off, I don't know how to get this stain off, but it's not conspicuous."

I know, it rained lightly on one of those three days, and stains splashed on his body.

I took out the clothes and closed the box. When the box fell, it made a dull sound, like a long sigh.

The only fortunate thing is that no one except me knows that he is my A Yao.

Even he himself doesn't remember.

Ji Yu called me early the next morning, and he gave me a small box full of treasures bestowed by Fan Jun, saying that I had rewarded me for my great contribution this time. In addition, he also gave me a jade pendant, carved into a hollow crescent shape, embellished with silver threads, the jade is very transparent azure, and the color is very good.

"Don't you like azure color very much? When I first saw this piece of jade, I thought it was very suitable for you, so I gave it to a craftsman in Fan Kingdom to make a jade pendant. I just got it back today." He looked at me in the morning light and smiled. There is no intention of asking for credit, as if this is a normal thing.

I looked at the jade pendant and remembered what Zikou had said to me.

Why don't you love the son?

It is indeed the color I like, the style I like, the texture I like, and it is the jade pendant that suits me very well. It can be seen that he chose this gift carefully, and it is naturally heart-warming, even flattered, to be placed in such a person's heart. Thinking about it, Su Cheng did the same, thinking that Ji Yu treated her differently.

It's a pity that he treats everyone like this, whether it's a strategy or a habit, it can only show that there is nothing special about who is in his heart.

I accepted the jade pendant and saluted to thank you.

Ji Yu said, "Put your things away and go to the west wing."

I raised my eyes to look at him, and he flicked his purple sleeves, and said, "This game has finally come to an end, and you have participated in half, why don't you take a look?"

So half an hour later, Ji Yu and I went to the West Wing Room. At this time, Zi Chen and Xiang Shaoya were already standing in the room. Xiang Shaoya's eyes were red with anger, while Zi Chen's face was pale and he knelt on the ground, when we walked in, Zi Chen raised his eyes and stared at Ji Yu, full of resentment. Ji Yu acted as if she hadn't seen him, and sat down after exchanging greetings with Xiang Shaoya.

Zichen was no longer useful to Ji Yu, so it was time for a showdown.

Ji Yu seems to have a mysterious intelligence network in his hands. Before cooperating with Zi Chen, he investigated Zi Chen, and soon found out that Zi Chen's parents and relatives were in the hands of the prime minister, but they all died two years ago. Afterwards, those who corresponded with Zichen were ghostwriters who imitated their handwriting.

The prime minister lied to him.

But Ji Yu didn't tell Zichen the truth, but asked the ghostwriter to write two letters, pretending to have contact with his parents, and continued to use him.

Ji Yu promised that Zi Chen would not tell Xiang Shaoya his identity, and Xiang Shaoya did not know about it at the beginning. After the "immortal" fell, Ji Yu told Zi Chen's real identity when he went to the military camp. Xiang Shaoya, and told him not to make any noise.

At that time, Zichen stayed in the Hou Mansion and did not follow Xiang Shaoya, so naturally he had no way of knowing. Xiang Shaoya returned home today to settle everything. What's sad is that the evidence Ji Yu left behind during Zichen's cooperation during this period can just prove his identity as a secret agent.

From the beginning to the end, Zichen was completely deceived and used completely. Ji Yu and I are not without flaws, but it's a pity that he really wants to get rid of the prime minister and stay by Xiang Shaoya's side forever, so that he ignores those flaws.

I looked at Zi Chen, there were red fingerprints on his face, he must have been hit by Xiang Shaoya, his eyes were full of panic and stubbornness, he was holding the corner of his clothes so hard that his fingertips turned white.

"Are you really a spy?" Xiang Shaoya was already trembling with anger.

Zichen gritted his teeth, leaned on the ground and said, "Yes."

Xiang Shaoya laughed back angrily. He pointed at Zi Chen and said, "Okay, you Zi Chen, you lied to me for eleven years. Back then when you rescued me from the chaos, it was also to gain my trust?"

"No! I was sincere at that time, Lord Hou, I..." Zichen raised his head, his eyes turned red in a panic, but as if he didn't know what to say, he just repeated: "I am Sincerely, truly..."

"Sincerely? While being sincere to me, at the same time reveal the news about me to the Prime Minister?" Xiang Shaoya laughed and said, "Your sincerity is cheap!"

Zichen walked a few steps to Xiang Shaoya's side, he took Xiang Shaoya's hand, and tried to speak fluently: "Master Hou, I thought my family was in the hands of the prime minister... I helped Mr. Ji Yu this time for the sake of Get rid of the prime minister's control...I want to be with you, general."

Xiang Shaoya fell silent, maybe he was touched by something in Zi Chen's words, he turned sideways to us, unable to see his expression clearly. Ji Yu took a sip of tea and said calmly, "The general asked me to testify. Now that he has fully confessed, there is nothing else to say. The condition he wants is indeed to save his family and not let you know. What you think is up to you to judge."

Xiang Shaoya was silent, turned around and looked down at Zi Chen's eyes: "You just said you were with me, what are you together for?"

Zichen looked at him with his neck up, his high ponytail hanging down to the ground, his turbulent eyes were full of hope and confusion. He watched Xiang Shaoya take his hand away from his, and looked at Xiang Shaoya in a daze, his eyes almost pleading.

"What are you, and you deserve it?" Xiang Shaoya said, smashing the hope in Zi Chen's eyes. As if he didn't understand, his pupils dilated slightly, and he stared blankly at Xiang Shaoya.

His lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

When Xiang Shaoya asked someone to lock him up, Zichen still lost his soul and didn't even resist. He just said softly when he was pulled up: "So you are fake too."

Xiang Shaoya didn't answer, maybe he didn't hear it.

Zichen lied as a spy, but he really liked Xiang Shaoya. What is Zichen to Xiang Shaoya, just a plaything he can care for. It was Xiang Shaoya who was bold and bold, and that boldness was for nobles of his rank, not for a servant.

Which of the nobles in this world is not like this. Zichen was deceived by everyone, and finally by the one he loved.

How pathetic he is.

After Zichen was taken down, Ji Yu and Xiang Shaoya left after saying a few words, and I walked behind him in the courtyard.

The boy was still standing in front of me two days ago, sadly but firmly saying that he liked his master very much, and I already knew the fate he was about to face.

But that's how I watched him go to this tragedy.

"Do you feel sorry for him?" Ji Yu suddenly turned her head and said to me. The instigator had been smiling all the time, and he wasn't even half ashamed.

I thought about it and replied, "Poor."

"Do you think I should keep my promise and fulfill him?"

"There is no impenetrable wall in the world. If you fulfill Zichen's wish, and Lord Xiang finds out Zichen's true identity in the future, Zichen will definitely bring up this matter to redeem his merits. And Lord Hou knows that you have been with Zichen There is no guarantee that you will not feel bad for you if you cooperate to hide it from him. Considering your interests, it is natural to betray Zichen at this moment."

I looked into his eyes and said lightly: "You are not a kind person, so naturally you will not put the happiness of others first."

Ji Yu's eyes sank slightly, and he said with a half-smile, "Aren't you a good person?"

When he was like this, he probably had an incomprehensible and scary atmosphere, but I didn't avoid his gaze and asked, "Are you a good person?"

He seemed to think about it for a while, and then smiled: "Of course not, but you have said too many high-sounding and hypocritical words, and your straightforward evil words make people not used to it."

I lowered my eyes and smiled, he didn't say anything else, turned around and walked forward. I followed him, and there was a faint scent of cypress on his body, which stretched all the way.

In the past, Ah Yao didn't smoke incense.

A Yao was the kindest person in the past.

There is no similarity between him and A Yao.