Chapter 117: You are the King, I am the King

Ji Yunshu took out his two thorny boxes from Xiyuan.

One is filled with pens and paints.

One is equipped with various types of knives.

It was the baby she had eaten all these years, and she couldn’t lose it.

Of course, it was the orange-blooded jade peep that the defender gave her.

She put Yupei into her waist, holding two sandalwood boxes in one hand and a candlestick with a wax lamp in the other.

I just came out of the house and saw Ji Wanxin entering the yard.

A white filial piety, the sick beauty lined up more poignant, carrying the outside light came in, exquisite and picturesque face hidden under the filial hat, only the red mole in the forehead, clearly visible.

With indescribable sadness, especially the eyes that looked at Ji Yunshu, with tears, really want to melt people's hearts.

“Isn’t that necessary?”

He approached her, his voice soft and powerless, with sentimental feelings.

“Jie Pei is dead!”Four words, lightly spilling from Ji Yunshu's mouth.

Hearing this news, Ji Wanxin's beautiful eyebrows were wrinkled, tears flowed out in an instant, extended his hand, and touched Ji Yunshu's cold hand.

“You’ve been waiting two years, haven’t you already prepared for the worst?”

"No, for two years I have determined that he is alive."

“Clouds...”

"Without Ji Pei, my heart is dead, and you can't persuade me, you know, I can't stand it anymore."

Ji Yunshu was very firm, the ice eyes, without any emotion, and the hand holding the candlestick was also slightly exerted.

Ji Wanxin said, rolling in his throat, sighing, trying to persuade her at last.

"Even if you leave Jifu now, you don't need to make the situation so bad, the third brother has just died, Dad and grandmother are heartbroken, you will only have this trouble, will also fall into a title that six relatives do not recognize, and your days will naturally be difficult."

“Are you ringing the alarm?”

“Yun Shu, I’m here for your good.”

“No need.”She spoke softly, and then a moment later, took off the veil of her face.

The slender dark red scar, reflected in the candlelight in his hand, was revealed in Ji Wanxin's eyes.

She knew that Ji Yun was relieved, but she did not expect it to be too much destroyed, and the exquisite face that was not inferior to her was born to tear open a mouth, which seemed ugly.

“This...”

The tears flowed down, and the face was painful.

Ke Jiyun Shu coldly smiled: "This scar, all of which is for the original owner of this body, but also to the Ji family for many years to raise the grace, from now on, the former Ji Yunshu, all dead."

No, that yup is dead!

She lived only five years for her, like a puppet.

Now, she was tired and tired, and the original Ji Yunshu, who was good at forbearance, really disappeared at the moment when she learned that Ji Pei died.

Gina is still wondering what she means in her words.

What was the original owner?

What is dead?

She listened confused.

And Ji Yunshu has re-enacted the veil, bypassed her side, walked behind her, and stopped.

With his back to her, Ji Yunshu asked, “Do you know who revealed what Ji Pei and I said under the plum tree?”

He shivered and slowly spat out a few words.

"I don't know."

“Didn’t you lie to me?”

“No!”

In response, Ji Yunshu did not continue to ask questions and stepped out of the courtyard.

When Ji Wanxin turned around, she saw that Ji Yunshu was wearing the back of the cloak, carrying an oil lamp in her hand, and gradually drifting away.

She bit her teeth, her heart was inexplicably unhappy, and the pain in her eyes was swept away, and in her eyes, it was a thick incomprehensible and jealous.

She did not understand now why Jingrong could have burned the horse whip given to her by the emperor to her father, and for her, sent the Epoch post to prison, even though now she had ruined her, the man would not give up.

Why?

On birth, on the appearance, what is she better than Ji Yunshu!

Even the people who meet the scene first are themselves!

A few days ago, on the day of the guests who set up a banquet from the house to entertain the Beijing city, at the moment when she saw the scenery coming in, her heart was already hidden on him.

Now you can't pull it off, you can't push it!

“Why do you always want to steal what I like?”

The tone, the unusual...

The front yard, the whole hall, has been surrounded by fire, Ji family busy water fire extinguishing.

The coffin was moved from the hall to the outside, and the fire spread, and the coffin moved some out, and it was close to the gate.

Ji Yunshu returned to the front yard, and everyone was busy fighting the fire, and it seemed that she had forgotten the culprit.

She glanced coldly at the hall surrounded by the fire and turned her eyes to the coffin of the era.

Then, a white cloth satin on the beam was torn down and thrown on the coffin, and the candlestick in his hand was also pushed up at the same time.

White satin instantly caught fire!

By the time everyone reacted, the coffin was already wrapped in the fire!

And Ji Yunshu, straightened up, is leaving from the gate of Jifu, step by step.

Behind it, is the flame of the raging, she seems to be the nirvana reborn phoenix, leaving all the inbearance and kindness, want to use the fire, all the cold everything, burning clean!

The whole palace, shouting, crying, blowing up!

On the side of the room beam, after prying everything to understand, jump down the beam.

Quickly ran to the dark place not far from the Jifu, and reported: "The fire was released by Ji girl, and the coffin of the jima office was burned!"

I didn’t know that little girl was so hard!

The face of his hands was attached to his back, and a fierceness rose in his eyes, and his lips were pointed: "Since it has already caught fire, it is not afraid that the fire will be bigger."

“Yes, the subordinates understand.”

So, Luangbao with a few people, secretly sneaked into the backyard of Jifu, the three courtyards of the east and south, and ordered three fires respectively!

The whole house is caught in a huge fire!

Ji Yunshu left the house, did not go far, and saw that the scenery was waiting for himself from afar.

He stood under a shabby lantern, reflecting the mottled treetop shadow beside him, dandy, as if he were hiding something illusory and unreal.

Such a scene, without the thorny and light eyes, for a moment, he was still very attractive.

It seems that some of them are not uncommon!

When she approached, she asked her, “Do your best to decide?”

“Yes.”

“So, what do you have to say?”

“Take the guard.”

“Well, the king promised you, but what else?”

“You are the king, I am the Lord!”

You are the king, I am the king!

Undoubtedly not a prompt, prompting him, even if Ji Pei died, she could not tolerate him in her heart.

It was like being ripped off his heart, and he finally felt it.

But at the end of the day, he’s a little deeper.

"Well, the king remembered."