From hearing the person mentioned by Guo Jia, Gu Yuejue's hand holding the flute made a clear friction sound because she clenched it too tightly. Even though she did not have obvious expressions, it was still not difficult to see her deep hatred for this person.

This was clearly felt by Guo Jia, who was close to her, or Sima Yi, who was hiding not far away.

"This is my advice. In my opinion, his irrepressible ambition will sooner or later ruin his life. There is no need to let you risk your life to do such a waste of things."

"A one more move?"

Gu Yuejue jumped off the rockery and gritted his teeth and sneered at Guo Jia who was facing his back:

"It may be like this for you, but I can't give up the opportunity to kill him to others. In that case, how can I have the right to meet my parents under the tiny springs and my sister far away in the desolate land of Hebei!"

Guo Jia's brows were frowning, and he turned around and walked step by step to Gu Yuejue, looking down at her. The only subtle atmosphere between the two was instantly dispersed by Guo Jia's action of raising his hand.

Sima Yi, hiding behind the stone pillar, widened his eyes and looked at Guo Jia in surprise and raised his hand and slapped Gu Yuejue loudly. Gu Yuejue's face turned to the side and lowered her teeth. Her teeth were still clenched. She raised her head in dissatisfaction, and looked at Guo Jia, who was already in a gray face with a sharp look: "What am I wrong?"

Guo Jia moved his stiff lips and asked coldly in a sad tone: "I ask you, if you die, how can you meet your alive sister? Do you want to leave her alone in this ruthless world?"

This sentence made Gu Yuejue unable to refute. The previous swearing firmness disappeared in an instant, like a stone wall that seemed so tall that it was completely defeated by Guo Jia's words and collapsed instantly, turning into ruins all over the ground.

She lowered her head and didn't speak for a long time. Guo Jia realized that her behavior had hurt her and suddenly felt a little regretful, but she didn't know how to comfort Gu Yuejue, who was traumatized in her heart, had no choice but to shake her head and turn and leave.

After Guo Jia left, Gu Yuejue could no longer suppress the pain in his heart. His legs collapsed on the stone bench and lie on the stone platform sobbing. Although the sobbing was silent, it could not hide the heavy and long-term pain. Tears were like beads, falling on the bluestone table in front of his feet. This made Sima Yi feel quite distressed. He had never thought that Gu Yuejue, who didn't speak much, had such a huge pain in his heart, although he could not clearly understand what this pain was.

Suddenly, Gu Yuejue felt something soft on her shoulders. When she raised her head, she found a blue cloak on her shoulders. Sima Yi's figure appeared beside her in a daze of tears.

"You heard it all?" Gu Yuejue looked up at Sima Yi, not caring about the tears on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, Sima Yi slowly stretched out his right hand and gently wiped away the two shining tears on her cheeks with the joint of the index finger: "I heard nothing. If you feel pain, you don't need to say it to me. If you need it, I will stand beside you. When I was sad before, a friend comforted me like this."

Gu Yuejue's eyes showed a hint of emotion, but then she restrained her, lowered her head and said softly:

"You don't have to care about what happened that night. I don't plan to let you take responsibility, so you don't need to have psychological burdens."

Sima Yi, who was embarrassed to mention this matter, was caught off guard by Gu Yuejue's sudden mention of it. Instead, his words seemed hesitant and incoherent, he didn't know what he should say:

"Uh...that...I don't mean that... Actually..."

Before Sima Yi finished speaking, Gu Yuejue stood up and took off the cloak on his shoulder and folded it back to Sima Yi:

"Thank you, I'm fine."

Looking at Gu Yuejue's departure back, Sima Yi felt a little uneasy, but he couldn't find any reason.

Zhong Yao, who was ordered to enter the palace, entered Liu Xie's inner hall under the guidance of the palace servant. After stepping into the threshold, he saw Liu Xie sitting on the couch and greeting him with a smile. In addition, he also noticed that Empress Fu was also beside him. After a little calculation in his mind, he knelt respectfully and saluted: "My minister Zhong Yao bowed to Your Majesty, Empress..."

"My dear, please get up." Liu Xie raised his hand and asked Zhong Yao to get up, then extended his raised hand to the seat next to him:

"Please take your seat."

Zhong Yao noticed an unusual atmosphere, lowered his head and bowed, saying, "I don't dare."

At this time, Queen Fu said, "Mr. Zhong doesn't need to be polite. Your Majesty will give you a seat if you appreciate your knowledge very much, but it's okay to sit."

After taking the seat, Fu Shou laughed and said:

"Mr. Zhong ranks one of the 'Eight Scholars of Yingchuan', and no one can match his skills in calligraphy. I wonder if there are any good disciples under his disciples?"

Zhong Yao's answer is unmissible: "Return to the Empress, the calligraphy I am here is just a vulgar work praised by the world. It is not worth talking about, and I dare not accept disciples in absurd way, so as not to mislead people's children."

Fu Shou roughly guessed that he would say this, because she had already investigated Zhong Yao’s details in detail before:

"I have a sister who admires your talent very much. She always pesters me to ask you to accept her as a disciple to learn from you. I was really confused by her. I asked you to enter the palace late at night. I wonder if she could have this honor to join you?"

In fact, since Fu Shou first asked him if he had ever accepted an apprentice, Zhong Yao roughly guessed Fu Shou's thoughts. He didn't want to agree rashly, so he refused: "The Empress's sister must be talented. If she finds a good teacher, her future achievements will not be inferior to Cai Yan in the past. However, she is so talented and knowledgeable, she really dares not delay her future. She also asks the Empress to invite another master."

Although he was unhappy when he heard that Zhong Yao had rejected Fu Shou, he was not angry, but instead looked at Liu Xie:

"Your Majesty agreed to this matter. If Mr. Zhong insisted on not agreeing, it would be quite a loss of the way of the ruler and the subject, right?"

Not only did he feel threatening in his words, Zhong Yao even sensed the murderous intent hidden in it.

He thought that if he did not agree, he would be jealous of the Queen and would be in peace from now on.

While Zhong Yao was hesitating, Liu Xie, who had always remained silent, finally spoke: "Mr. Zhong doesn't have to refuse. I think Ruoxin is very suitable to be your student. She is the queen's most precious sister. I hope you can spare no effort to teach her."

Liu Xie's words just gave Zhong Yao a step, and he quickly replied:

"Since Your Majesty and the Empress do not dislike it, I dare to answer the order."

Zhong Yao promised her to teach Fu Ruoxin regularly from entering the palace tomorrow. At this time, Fuhou's face completely returned to its previous smile.

"Although he did not make a clear point of view, he was on the side of Dong Cheng or Cao Cao, but..."

After Zhong Yao retreated, Fu Shou's face looked a little gloomy:

"It seems that Zhong Yao is not on your side at the moment."

Liu Xie stood up and walked to the window and looked up at the bright moon hidden among the clouds, silent.
Chapter completed!