Zhu Jingfeng's heart was hung up because of her words. He suddenly thought of the first time he gave her the Yuchan pendant. She was also liked it very much but thoughtful. She was so sensible at such a young age.

Looking back, she seemed to accept some food and worthless little things without thinking. She would refuse any gifts that were slightly more expensive and special. Even if it was a thing that was very ordinary in his eyes, as long as it involved identity and status were involved, it would have to be checked layer by layer until she was sure that it would not be harmed by the Lu family.

Zhu Jingfeng suddenly felt a little disappointed. This obscure rejection was like an insurmountable gap, firmly distinguishing the two of them.

Seeing that Zhu Jingfeng's face became darker, Lu Qingyun hurriedly came out to smooth things over.

"Yao'er, you may not beware of listening to the fourth prince's explanation first. If this dagger really has a special meaning to him, then we will definitely not be able to accept it. If it is just something the emperor rewards him with to play, you may not be able to accept it."

When Lu Qingyao saw Lu Qingyun laying a step for Zhu Jingfeng, there was no reason to ignore it. Her original intention of rejecting it was to know why quicksand appeared in the palace.

Since Zhu Jingfeng and Lu Qingyun and others became sworn brothers in private, they have had a close relationship. After a few years, they have also felt a sense of mutual appreciation. That self-evident tacit understanding has also been established invisibly.

Now that Lu Qingyun had set a pole for him, he immediately climbed up.

"A Yao, when I was born last year, my father opened a private warehouse and asked me to choose gifts at will. I found this dagger in a corner, which was covered in dust and old. My father said I could deal with it. I later discovered that it was a good weapon. But you see, it was too delicate to hold it in our hands. It was just right for girls to use it, so you can accept it. It can be considered as the best use of the goods and complement each other."

Lu Qingyao didn't care much about his slightly far-fetched explanation, and she said, "It's just... it's a thing in the palace after all, it's too expensive."

"It's not expensive, and even the knife that cuts fruits in the palace is a hundred times more gorgeous than this."

"Then why is this knife in the emperor's warehouse?" Lu Qingyun asked this. He also felt that such a simple thing did not look like it was from the emperor's private warehouse.

His question also asked Lu Qingyao about the doubts in his heart.

Zhu Jingfeng scratched his head and said to the three curious faces, "I asked my father, but he didn't remember where he got it. I thought the pattern on the dagger was novel, so I brought it out, but after asking many people, I didn't know what it meant. Anyway, just one knife, A Yao, please accept it."

Lu Qingyao was still trying to shirk it. Lu Qingyun picked up the quicksand from the side, pondered it for a while, and finally put it carefully into Lu Qingyao's hand and said, "The Fourth Prince has even given you his close-fitting jade match. Just a knife, Yao'er will take it. Remember, this is not for fun. You just put it away on weekdays and be careful to hurt yourself."

Lu Qingyao was amused in her heart. That Huabing Yuchan was a treasure, but she was absolutely not as good as the quicksand.

"Okay, then Qingyao thanks the Fourth Prince for giving the knife."

When Zhu Jingfeng saw that she finally put the dagger into her sleeve, she smiled so much that her eyebrows and eyes were connected into a crack. She was about to say a few more words to her when suddenly a few "gulp" sounds came.

For a moment, everyone present turned their eyes to the source of the sound, Lu Qingyao's belly.

Lu Qingyao was so embarrassed that she wanted to get into the crack in the ground.

"Yao'er didn't have breakfast."

Lu Qingbo rescued her, but Zhu Jingfeng, who was unaware of it, asked casually, "Why don't you eat breakfast? You feel uncomfortable?"

Now, Lu Qingyao blushed even more violently, as if he was about to drip bleeding.

Zhu Jingfeng did not keep much. After delivering the goods, he did not stay at the General's Mansion for lunch. He said he wanted to go to the Rong Mansion to discuss the birthday of Concubine Zhao around the New Year. Since King Rong came up with the reason to go up the mountain to pray for the people for his last visit, Zhu Jingfeng and Zhu Jingyu have become much closer.

When he was a child, Lu Qingyao thought that King Rong was a man who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger. He was very scheming, but over the years, King Rong had made no achievements in the court, wasted his years, was mediocre and completely became a transparent person.

I heard that on weekdays, he either gathers three or five literati and elegant scholars to recite poems and paintings, or to have a romantic relationship with the princess, playing the piano and dancing the sword, making his life extremely leisurely.

Perhaps because the emperor was thinking about his incompleteness, he adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards his lack of ambition, neither caring nor restraining.

Lu Qingyao thought that maybe a quick glance from that year was because she took a look and mistakenly regarded Yan Mai as a swan.

That night, Lu Qingyao still practiced the skills after turning off the lights. She had a year left before she could get rid of the train. She planned to try her best to practice her skills until her previous life before she could get rid of the train, and then spend the remaining time practicing well to make up for the regrets left by the previous world, break through the seventh level of the Pure Soul Magical Art, and bloom with flowers.

Sitting cross-legged in the tent, she slowly opened her eyes and sat quietly for a while, until she felt as clear as if she was born, she got up and got out of bed, poured herself a glass of water with her hands and feet.

When she lay down again, she did not fall asleep immediately. She took out the quicksand under her pillow and felt the rough texture under her hands carefully.

Drawing out the knife, the quicksand blade shines with a cold light, which is particularly cool and thin in the cold winter night, making people shudder.

It is such a knife that locked my grandmother's lifelong love, entangled grudges and hatreds for life, and caused a bloody storm in the world.

Lu Qingyao admired the leader of the Fulong Divine Sect very much. He had to love him so that a foreign venerable was willing to be enemies of the world and marry a woman from another country, and in the end he even took his own life.

She was also very curious about the story between grandma and that person. If she fell in love, why did she kill each other? If she didn't love each other, why did her grandma accept Liusha again?

Unfortunately, the past is like smoke, people are gone, and the right and wrong are gone. The past changes have long turned into green mountains and white bones, a curtain of dreams, left for future generations to tell the story.

Lu Qingyao's right hand slid upwards along the wooden handle. The years left mottled on those strange patterns, like the face of a centenarian woman, carved with generations of wind and frost.

Expanding her left palm, she held the knife and pressed it against the palm of her palm, and the five-inch-long blade body exceeded her palm.

Lu Qingyao felt the coldness of her palm. The blade as thin as a cicada's wing pressed on her skin as if it was about to connect with her skin. She held her breath, exerted a little force on her right hand, and the tip of her index finger on her left hand stinged slightly, and a drop of blood beads the size of a grain of rice gushed out in an instant.

She put the dagger upside down and pressed the index finger with blood coming out on the top of the hilt. A strange thing happened. The blood beads were sucked in by the wooden handle. The pattern on the handle began to turn into a dazzling red little by little. The blood flowed continuously and the color became darker. Until all the patterns were dyed red, Lu Qingyao took back her scratched left hand, held the index finger in her mouth to stop the bleeding, staring at the quicksand without turning around.

The bright red pattern on the hilt of the quicksand knife is like a charming red flower, and also like an ugly face, strange and terrifying.

She aimed the dagger at herself, and the handle of the knife was outward. She tightened her hand holding the knife. With a "click", a red light spewed out from the other end of the blood-seeking hibernating knife. The red light was extremely fast and sputtered like lightning onto the coat hanging on the screen of Lu Qingyao. A warm fragrance came from the air in an instant.

Looking at the water-red jacket that was burned out of a hole, I saw a trace of red smoke rising from the hole, but the hole spread wider and bigger. In the breath, only half of a piece of clothing was left.

Lu Qingyao raised his hand and used a strong wind. The clothes fell down in response to the sound. In a short while, it turned into a pool of clear water without leaving any corners.

She was a little surprised.

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Updated on July 31st, time passes quickly, today's end of the month, tomorrow will be a new month. I hope the little cuties will continue to support more, Momoda

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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