Since Song Jingran already knew it, she might as well use this to solve the various things between Lin Xuaner and Yu Zixia.

Song Jingran's expression became even darker. Sure enough, everyone knew the truth. He was the only one who was kept in the dark. With his physical and mental frustration, he let out a cold "hum" that mocked him without hesitation. He suddenly realized that he was a clown in the crowd. Everyone was watching jokes around him, but he mistakenly thought he was smiling at him.

The dark soul took the opportunity to skip the details between Lin Xuaner and Yu Zixia, everything she knew, and everything that Dark Soul heard, and briefly informed Song Jingran that perhaps the gap between them was time to unravel.

Song Jingran listened to everything in a heartache, as if he was outside, listening to others telling other people's stories; but if it were someone else's stories, why did his heart shrink and even involve every cell and every nerve? It turned out that everything that had happened turned into today's situation through various misunderstandings.

If Yu Zixia is the fire of the evolution of the situation, then he is the lead wire. Lin Xuan'er accidentally touched the fire wire with a torch, causing the lead wire to burn out of control. Sparks splashed everywhere. It was not just one person who burned, but everyone around him. However, who could he blame and who could he blame. Everything was just the sparks ignited by his lead wire. While hurting them, he was also scarred.

Seeing that he was immersed in deep pain, An Po didn't know how to comfort him. At this time, he was no longer the cold and ruthless young master, no longer the flawless male god in her mind, but just a lovely man entangled in love and pain, which made people feel distressed and sighed.

I don’t know how long it was silent, but An Po said, “What are you going to deal with Miaoji?”

Song Jingran was still sitting in a daze. Apart from Miaoji, he had not thought about how to deal with it except for temporarily stabilizing her, so he had no way to answer.

Unpo couldn't wait for an answer for a long time, and she said, "Why don't you go to King Liang to negotiate a countermeasure?" In fact, she just wanted to test his affection for Gao Jin, how much there is.

"No." Song Jingran said in a straightforward tone, "I will never allow Xiao Yi to have something to do." He would rather let the people of the world than let Lin Xuan'er down again, even if he gave his life.

Song Jingran's answer was as expected by the dark soul. If anyone had been, he might not have been so ignorant of it, except for Song Jingran, because he was a father and a lover.

Lin Xuan'er has always been determined to take Xiao Yi back to Xuanfei Palace, but heard from the palace servants in Fengyi Palace that Xiao Yi was infected with the cold wind and it was not advisable to move the palace. She was worried about going to visit her, but she just took a look from a distance. The imperial physician said that it was not serious and that he only needed to recuperate. It was not advisable to have frequent winds, so it was not advisable to have people in and out.

Lin Xuan'er was a little relieved when she heard the imperial physician's words; Miaoji accompanied her to visit Xiaoyi, and was strolling in the yard with Lin Xuan'er.

Lin Xuan'er paused first and said with a smile, "Yi'er is not suitable for seeing the wind, and she needs to be taken care of by Lai Empress."

"If Concubine Xuan is there, Yi'er was cold in Fengyi Palace. It should be because my palace was not taking good care of her, so I should take care of her." Miaoji rarely returned to her previous smile, and Song Jingran did not get the information accurately, so how could she allow Xiao Yi to leave first?

"I thank Empress I for your kindness." Lin Xuan'er owed her, and she was afraid that she would not think about it. She tried every possible way to imagine Miaoji, but she bit herself.

"Concubine Xuan is polite. I will definitely give Concubine Xuan a healthy Yier." Miaoji deepened her smile. She didn't know how disappointed Lin Xuan'er would be with her when she learned that she was using Xiaoyi. She sighed secretly.

Lin Xuan'er smiled, "Thank you, Empress."

Miaoji also smiled, and the two walked towards the yard in unison, and the occasional chat was also very happy.

The scenery that seems to be in spring has not yet revealed its spring. Is it spring coming too early or the spring coming too late?

Shortly after Song Jingran retreated, the dark room surrendered to Beiliang's name. This matter was long before Song Jingran expected, but he did not expect it to be so soon. While he was angry with the actions of Shadow and Dark Night, he admired Gao Jin's methods even more.

After returning to Northern Liang in the dark room, the two came to Song Mansion together and apologized to Song Jingran; but Song Jingran kept avoiding him, so they knelt in front of Song Jingran's study. The whole day had passed, and Song Jingran still had no news.

The shadow and the dark night surrendered to Gao Jin was not what they wanted, but Gao Jin formed a private party and wanted to dismiss the dark square to stop him. Unless the dark square surrendered to the name of Beiliang, they could allow the dark square to survive as before. Therefore, they could only obey Gao Jin, but in their hearts, Song Jingran was still the main focus.

The sky is getting darker, and a hazy drizzle floats in the air. In the temperature of spring, the drizzle is like tough silk, scattering in the air in strands, drizzling with the breeze.

The shadow and the dark night were still kneeling straight in front of the study, regardless of the cold wind, letting the drizzle drizzle sprinkle, without caring about the cold wind; the cold wind blew their cheeks red, the drizzle bathed their clothes, and the standing kneeling posture seemed to be carved here.

The dark soul stayed not far away with an umbrella, looking at them silently. It seemed that it was not something that ordinary people could bear in the rain in such temperatures, not to mention that the drizzle seemed to have no intention of stopping.

An Po walked beside them, looked at them thoughtfully, and then entered the study room.

Song Jingran sat at the desk, checking the account book in his hand, as if he was very attentive; An Po brought the door with him, poured him a cup of tea and brought him over.

Anpo put the teacup on his desk and grinded it for him. Song Jingran never raised his eyes from beginning to end, Anpo didn't care, and he looked leisurely.

The room was quiet for a moment, and the dark soul looked at the drizzle that was still drizzle outside through the slightly opened window. She said meaninglessly, "It has been falling for several hours, and it seems that it still doesn't want to stop. The spring rain seems to be coming a little anxious."

Song Jingran's hand was floating on the page and paused slightly. He knew that Anpo was deliberately reminding him that it was indeed a bit unreasonable to make Anye and the others kneel in the rain for a day in such a temperature, but he had his own plans, so he could not be soft-hearted to them.

Although Anpo saw that he was silent, his heavy thoughts could be seen from his expression. She walked on the soft couch and sat down, saying meaninglessly, "Since you have chosen to retreat, why bother to care about where they will go."

Song Jingran frowned and threw down the account book in his hand, as if he was a little displeased, "Let them go back." He was slightly irritated. He was not irritated by others, but his own emotions.

"If you really care, why not meet them and give them a chance to explain. Maybe things are not what you imagined." An Po naturally did not want his companions who had been born and died, but now they are separated and separated. But she believed that Song Jingran would never be replaced in their hearts, whether it was time or where they were.

Song Jingran sighed and said with a sad look on his face, "It's because I care that I can't see them."

Dan Po looked at him thoughtfully, vaguely understanding what he meant. She asked with some unknown questions, "What do you mean..."

"Tell them that if they have a clear conscience to serve the country, if they still respect me as the young master, they are not allowed to come to see me again in the future."

Song Jingran did not intend to ignore them, but intended to alienate them, because he knew Gao Jin and the dark side surrendered to Northern Liang. Gao Jin would definitely send people to monitor them at all times, including the Shadows and their actions.

If he saw Shadow and the others today, if Gao Jin learned about it, Gao Jin would definitely believe that although the Shadow was surrendered to Beiliang, he would only respect him in name only in private.

Gao Jin would even think that he was just retreating from the dark yard on the surface, but in fact, the dark yard is still under his control. Therefore, he could not see them. On the one hand, he could avoid Gao Jin's difficulties in the dark yard, and on the other hand, he could avoid Gao Jin's suspicion of him.

Anpo understood what he meant, nodded and retreated, conveying his intention to Anmo Shadow and others. They understood the pros and cons of things, but they were still unwilling to leave. After hearing Anpo's emphasis, they left reluctantly.

On this day, Song Jingran received a secret letter from Miaoji, and at midnight, he went to their junction point, a remote place near the cold palace.

The night is beautiful, the breeze is cool, and the quiet night sky is like a navy blue curtain, dotted with sparkling stars, like a dream covered by a veil.

Song Jingran avoided danger and sneaked into the palace, which was comparable to the difficulty of crossing mountains and ridges; when he arrived, Miaoji's figure had already appeared here. He took two steps forward, nodded and said, "Song is late, so the Queen has been waiting for a long time."

Miao Ji turned around and glanced at him. Her deep eyes looked so sharp in the night. She curled the corner of her mouth, "It is worthy of being Mr. Song. Even if she is guarding the strict palace, it will not be difficult for Mr. Song to appear."

"The Empress is too rewarded. I wonder if the Empress asks Song to come late at night, but what are the important things to give?" Song Jingran had no time to chat here. If he was found out that he broke into the palace at night, the crime would not be ordinary.

"Has Mr. Song forgotten the agreement between us?" Miaoji's voice was slightly cold. Lin Xuan'er had been thinking about taking Xiaoyi back, and she had been making excuses for various reasons. It was really hard to go further now, so she could only force Song Jingran to take action as soon as possible because she had never felt that it would hurt Xiaoyi's psychology.

"Song naturally did not forget. Song has brought what the Empress wanted, but Song wanted to confirm whether Xiaoyi was safe first." Everything Song Jingran did was for the child, so he naturally could not trust Miaoji easily.

"Mr. Song really kept his promise, but Mr. Song was relieved. When I returned to Fengyi Palace, it was when Xiao Yi returned to Xuanfei Palace."
Chapter completed!