Concubine Mad Concubine

Chapter 507

"You take this."

Xi Yan took out a piece of blood-colored jade pendant from her bosom, it was broken in the middle, and it was broken at first glance, only half, and handed it to Xia Chen's hand: "What do you need in the future, as long as you see the lotus flag hanging at the door Shop, take this half jade pendant."

The lotus flag, Xia Chen couldn't help thinking that when he was away for two years, he saw a lot of shops with lotus flags on it. The sight that fell on Xiyan was less surprised, and more surprised. He didn't expect Yan Menglou's business to be like this huge.

He wanted to decline, but Xiyan forced the thing into his hand: "Take it, I, Mo Xiyan, don't want to owe others favors."

That tone was really blunt, but there was a smile on Xia Chen's face.

He thought she understood her a little bit, and the smile on his face was stained with helplessness. It was obviously a good intention, so why didn't he just say it outright.

Xia Chen didn't shirk anymore, and carefully placed the half of the jade pendant in his arms: "Does he know about this?"

Xi Yan took off the hat on her head, shook her head: "Is it important?"

She raised her eyebrows, such a bizarre incident seemed nothing to her.

"He said that the only person he fell in love with was the one who was kind to him. Whether it was Mo Xiyan or Wu Meiniang, as long as he was kind to Xia Yebai, he would love him. Xia Chen, do you believe it?"

Xi Yan looked at Xia Chen, her golden eyes were shining like stars in the sky: "He and I are destined to be together for life and life."

Shangqiongbi falls to Huangquan, Lian'er and Mobai will never be separated, so Xiyan and Xia Yebai will definitely be together in this life, not only in this life, but in every life, he will find him.

"I believe."

Xia Chen looked at the night sky, at the Cowherd and Vega who were facing each other in the distance, and then at Xiyan, with firm eyes, and nodded.

"I'll send it to you."

As soon as Xia Chen finished speaking, someone brought a black BMW. Xi Yan took a look at the man in black who was leading the BMW, and walked up to Xia Chen: "I will send you off for thousands of miles, and I will have to say goodbye. Xia Chen, I am a heartless person, this time I will watch you leave."

The beautiful eyes of the peach blossoms are gradually stained with obsession, like a rushing river, no matter what, how can he not love such a woman?Falling in love with such a woman, how could he still have the strength to love other women.

Xia Chen didn't refuse, and directly got into the carriage, and the coachman also jumped up. The curtain of the carriage had not been put down yet, and his hands were filled with infinite nostalgia, as if he never wanted to let go. Under the moonlight, the figure in the peach pink cloak , A little bit imprinted in my mind, and in my heart.

The world is vast, the ends of the earth, the ends of the earth, this time, when will we meet again.

You are right, there is a farewell to sending you a thousand miles away. I am not the one who will accompany you to the end, so halfway through, we will always part ways.

"Xiyan, don't blame Yifeng."

Xia Chen hesitated for a while, and said to Xiyan, that voice was painful, and he didn't know who he was feeling sorry for.

Xiyan pursed her lips slightly, nodded, and replied loudly: "No."

He is Liu Yifeng, the family of the richest man in the imperial city, everyone has their own responsibilities and missions, so what right does she have to blame and complain.

"treasure."

She opened her lips, but she didn't make a sound, but she knew what he said.

The curtain was lowered, and the carriage left slowly, disappearing little by little, and finally turned into a small dot, and the sound of the carriage with the pulley also slowly disappeared in my ears.

Xi Yan didn't turn around until she was sure that the carriage would not come back, looked at the bare trees, and yelled a few times: "Don't you want to stop me? If you don't come out, I'm leaving."

As soon as the words fell, there seemed to be countless black shadows flashing in front of my eyes. In the blink of an eye, Xiyan was surrounded by more than a dozen people in black night clothes.

Although she has been imprisoned in Shouying Hall for so long, her vision and hearing have not yet rusted, and the surroundings are pitch black. These people are all wearing black night clothes. The game of hide-and-seek is what she is best at, how can she hide it from her?

Xiyan quickly took a look at the dozen or so people who surrounded her. They had thick eyebrows, big eyes, strong limbs, eyes like eagles in the dark night, and such a size. The people who can be raised by the mountains and rivers of the region, the Huns, when will the people of the Huns come here.

The corners of Xiyan's mouth were turned up, and a little bit of cold light flashed through her eyes as dark as midnight, which seemed to contain a little bit of regret, and the corners of her upturned mouth slowly outlined a cold and extremely mocking arc.

"Who asked you to come?"

The sound of throwing the ground, with the unique hardness of metal, hits the heart, and the cold wind in the night seems to be wearing the heavy metal, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, and hitting people's faces, which is kind of knocking pain.

The men in black glanced at each other without speaking, but their hands holding the scimitar were tightened.

Xi Yan stood aside and let them look at each other. At first glance, the upturned arc made people feel that they were infected with the coolness of the late autumn night wind.

"Do you think I won't know if you don't tell me?"

Xi Yanchi laughed, that face, with a little smile, leaned back, eyes narrowed dangerously, forming a long straight line: "I have done everything, are you afraid that I will know? Wu Yu? Maybe I shouldn't call you that."

The last word "ba" paused, and the eunuch hat Xi Yan was holding suddenly threw it towards the dozen or so people surrounding her, the scimitar in her hand just flicked lightly, under the moonlight, it reflected a dazzling cold light, Xiyan's eyelashes moved, and the straight line of her eyes narrowed more and more. One foot touched the ground, the other leg was bent, and she leaned forward, about to rush towards Xiyan. Xiyan sneered, and touched Touching the flying knife in your hand, it seems that you don't care about the black shadow rushing like a gust of wind, and you don't even intend to resist. Seeing the knife is about to fall on your body, Xiyan put it on your waist. He moved and was about to turn around when he suddenly heard a loud shout: "Stop."

Then, she was also dressed in black, with a tall look, and without taking a step, there was a gust of wind, as if she was going to make holes in the ground, and approached Xiyan step by step, with thick eyebrows and big eyes like those Huns, but Compared with those people, he seems to be stronger, he is a man of the grassland, but he speaks pure Chinese, without a trace of foreign accent.

Xiyan is very familiar with that face, even though she doesn't like to remember other people's appearance very much, but for a person who has been with her for three years, even if she doesn't face each other day and night, she still meets every day, why? Might forget about this face.

(End of this chapter)