Girl, let me check it out.

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She hugged her knees with tears in her eyes, feeling confused and frightened.

So this is what heartbreak feels like.

The girl smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Why are you the King of Guangling..."

"Why is it you..."

Chapter 77 Window

It was late at night, and the Guangling Palace was extremely quiet under the cover of darkness. Only the sound of Master Zhao humming a little tune could be heard occasionally.

Tao Yunjiang sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the moon outside the window.

When I was a child, my mother always told me that when she was gone, if I couldn’t sleep, I should look at the moon, and the moon would help me sleep.

Tao Yunjiang stared at the moon persistently until his eyes became sore and unbearable and he had to stop.

But she didn't feel sleepy at all.

As expected, what my mother said was just to trick the children into going to sleep, and it couldn’t be taken seriously.

Tao Yunjiang's nose felt sore and he felt like crying for no reason.

She suddenly woke up from her distracted state and rubbed her eyes vigorously.

I have rarely cried since my mother passed away.

"I can't cry."

"Tao Yunjiang, you have to be strong."

Tao Yunjiang said softly to himself.

"You haven't avenged your mother yet, you can't cry."

"Did you hear that?"

The girl sniffed and looked away.

Since I can’t sleep anyway, I might as well go out for a walk.

Tao Yunjiang stood up.

She glanced hesitantly at the Qi Cang Sword on the table next to her, as if she was wondering whether to take it with her.

Qi Cang quickly dodged in a flattering manner.

Unfortunately it was of no use. In the end the girl pushed the door open and walked out, leaving Qi Cang lying alone on the table.

The Qi Cang Sword let out a mournful cry, and stopped flashing in a wronged manner.

Tao Yunjiang was walking on the small path in the palace, and as he walked, he involuntarily came to Fang Weihan's small courtyard.

Rather than saying it was a coincidence caused by luck, it would be more accurate to say that this was the fundamental purpose of her going out for a walk.

She hesitated for a moment, then jumped over the wall and landed lightly on the ground without making a sound.

The girl looked towards Fang Weihan's room with some anticipation.

There was no light coming through the window, as if the owner of the house had gone to bed.

Tao Yunjiang withdrew his gaze in disappointment, feeling a little annoyed.

Even she wasn't sure what she was expecting.

Maybe he was expecting Fang Weihan to not sleep at this time?

Maybe he hoped that she would call him "little master" again?

Tao Yunjiang couldn't explain it clearly.

She found a stool and sat down, looking at the simple little courtyard with a little confusion.

Her grandfather Tao Yan was an honest and upright man. Although he was a county duke, his family did not have much extra wealth, let alone luxurious home decoration.

But she had been to some palaces of aristocratic families and royal families with her grandfather. Although there were some differences, none of them were like Fang Weihan's Guangling Palace.

If Tao Yunjiang were to describe it, the Guangling Palace was like a glorious shell built by imperial decree with some messy contents added to it.

Is he so poor?

Tao Yunjiang blinked.

Isn’t he a vassal king with 40,000 households?

Although the tax revenue from those 40,000 households might not reach him, he was still a genuine vassal king after all.

Tao Yunjiang quickly overturned this idea.

Obviously he is not unable to do it, but he just doesn't want to do it.

This is also good. Tao Yunjiang doesn't like overly flashy decorations. Such a simple little courtyard is more to her liking.

The girl smiled faintly, delighted because she had found something in common with him.

Just then, she suddenly noticed a few drops of dark red spots on the ground.

Tao Yunjiang instantly realized the composition of this thing.

is blood.

Although the bloodstains were not continuous, one could still vaguely make out a trace that extended from Fang Weihan's room directly to the courtyard gate.

Tao Yunjiang covered his mouth and his eyes were sore.

Yes, he took the sword himself.

Tao Yunjiang remembered that when they first met, he also gave him a sword.

But the sword was very light, and was easily blocked by Fang Weihan, who was still in the second stage of transformation at that time.

How come I could use such a heavy sword even though I am so familiar with him?

The overwhelming sense of guilt almost suffocated the girl.

She stood up from the stool almost involuntarily and walked gently to Fang Weihan's window.

Tao Yunjiang stood on tiptoe and tried to open the window to take a look at him.

The girl had never felt so eager as she did today.

Just one look, just one look, even if it's only one.

At least... I want to see how badly he is injured and how I can make up for my mistake.

The girl eagerly stretched out her hand and slowly reached towards the window.

Just before her hand touched the window, she withdrew it as if she had been electrocuted.

"Do you think Fang Weihan will give up his position for you?"

Uncle Zhang's cold voice echoed in her ears.

Will he?

She stared at the window blankly and wanted to reach out, but she no longer had the courage she had just now.

The courtyard was empty under the moonlight. The girl stood in the ocean of moonlight like an elf on a mountain.

Lonely and beautiful.

Tao Yunjiang was afraid of hearing the answer from him that he didn't want to hear.

No one is more afraid of losing than her.

She was afraid of losing her benefactor, her best friend, her cheap apprentice, her...

The moonlight flows quietly.

She finally left quietly, without a sound.

However, what Tao Yunjiang didn't know was that Fang Weihan was watching all this quietly through a thin layer of window paper.

He hadn't slept the whole time, but had been quietly studying the sword technique that Yun Shu had taught him.

From the moment Tao Yunjiang turned over and entered the yard, he had sensed her arrival.

Fang Weihan naturally did not hate Tao Yunjiang.

In his expectation, the possibility that Tao Yunjiang could tell him the secrets of their organization tonight was almost zero.

He knows Tao Yunjiang.

In Fang Weihan's perception, the girl always has light in her eyes, has ideals and pursuits, and she shuttles through the crowd like a fluttering butterfly.

How could a girl like this betray her own organization just because of a little human concern and guilt?

As for that sword...

Fang Weihan took a breath of cold air.

He accidentally pulled the wound on his chest and grimaced in pain.

When will Tao Yunjiang change his irritable temper?

If you see someone on the street, you are going to stab him with a sword, right?

I'm just looking at you, what's wrong with that, and then we start fighting?

Fang Weihan muttered to himself like an old father.

With this kind of character, she still wants to be my master. Besides the fact that I can't beat her, I don't even know who is the master.

How did she learn the mind-cultivation courses at Qinghuo Academy?

You can't possibly not have gone to class, right?

Fang Weihan complained subconsciously.

At this moment, he seemed to have ignored the fact that he himself had not taken any spiritual cultivation classes.

"Forget it. I'll go apologize to my little master tomorrow, so she won't come to my room and stare blankly in the middle of the night again."

Fang Weihan muttered.

"Luckily she didn't push open my window, otherwise I would have cried out that she was molested. Boys must protect themselves when they are outside..."

Fang Weihan pushed the window open casually.

"Squeak."

The moonlight shines in, and a golden leaf slowly falls.

He reached out and caught the leaf.

It was warm, as if it still carried the girl's body temperature.

Fang Weihan stared at the leaf in a daze.

He sighed.

Chapter 78: Accommodating Game

The next day, the sky brightened and people's voices gradually rose.

"Hey, Siri. What time is it?"

Fang Weihan turned over and asked in a daze.

After a moment, there was no response.