At the foot of Guixu Mountain, sand and rainbow sat together.

"Liulang has entered Luoyang," Sha whispered, "After we got rid of the two monsters, we found that Ayu was no longer in the original place, and there was a dagger I left for her on the ground...Liulang said that it might be that Wulang of the Feng family had come, so he went to the city to search, and I... came back to report the news."

Under the dim candlelight, He Kui was already sleeping under a thin quilt. Xia Ying looked through the wonderful piano score recorded by He Kui Mo, as if he was not listening.

Not far away, Jiaguheng was guarding Du Qiangfeng who was not awake, and he was completely unconscious of the conversation between Sha Hong and Xia Ying.

"Sir, sorry..." Sand's voice became even lower.

"You have a rest." Xia Ying whispered, "changed the wet clothes."

"No, I'll come back and report a letter. Before I find Ayu, I'll also-"

"Ayu is fine." Xia Ying revealed the piano score and turned another page, "...She is not in Luoyang either."

Sand was stunned, "Then..."

"When the rain stops, I'll go find her." Xia Ying said.

His eyes never left the piano score in front of him from beginning to end. He flipped the book with one hand and placed the other hand on his knee to beat the beat from time to time.

"That Liulang..."

"He felt angry. Instead of being so stuffy, it would be better to run outside." Xia Ying whispered.

Sha stopped asking questions, and she looked at Xia Ying's side face under the lamp, and felt that she had it very early, but it became even stronger at this moment - Xia Ying seemed... she never regarded anyone around her as a reliance.

That kind of reliance that is "you must be".

Whether in the past or now, she and her sister had never seen Xia Ying get angry because of something wrong. Whether the two sisters indulged Jia Gu Heng to study secretly, causing his forehead to grow wildly, or Kuang Lu let Qing Xiu do whatever he wants and eventually lost his life...

Mr. Xia never upset about these things.

He wouldn't even show surprise.

Sa remembers that ten years ago, when she and Hong were children, they first met Xia Ying in the desert. At that time, they did not believe in the so-called "messenger of Heaven", and only regarded this as a fooling name - there are all kinds of scammers in the world who cheated on various names, and they had known it long ago.

But they still caught up with Xia Ying because this liar seemed a little different from other liars.

Xia Ying is always sure. What he is determined to do may have all kinds of surprises in the middle, but the final outcome is always as he wishes. Even if there are any unpredictable deviations, it will always be in the end.

Also, now, she lost Ayu... Xia Ying still looked calm and composed.

The gentleman had been sitting in the room and had never walked out of this door all day, but he seemed to be very confident about the matter of "A Yu is not seriously injured".

Whenever this happens, Sha will be more respectful of the identity of Xiaying's messenger.

Even though the husband bluntly said something to Jia Guheng yesterday, "I still need you", Sha felt in his heart that perhaps even if Jia Guheng really did something out of the way in the future, he would still say "I understand" lightly like now.

Sha looked at Xia Ying, and suddenly felt a lot of complex emotions in her heart, including both loss and loneliness. She felt ashamed of her incompetence, but at the same time she felt a trace of nothingness that seemed to be there or not.

Compared to the current situation, she seemed to be more willing to see Xia Ying overturning the tea case before she turned over. With anger and worry, she scolded her for letting down her expectations, and then ordered her to go out immediately to find A Yu's whereabouts.

If so, it at least means Mr. Xia put some expectations on her or Rokuro.

Saur's eyes drooped, and he passed all the faces of his former companions in his heart...

The more she recalled, the more certain she was, the more she was. She had never seen Xia Ying reveal such emotions to any of them.

Yes, Mr. Xia never regarded anyone around him as a reliance.

Maybe... he really only needs himself, that's enough.

Just as he was thinking about it, Jia Guheng's black shadow projected down. Sand raised his head and saw Jia Guheng standing in front of his sister Hong.

"What are you doing?" Hong asked on the side.

"My back is itchy and I can't scratch it. Can you help me scratch?" Jia Guheng said as he turned his back and sat down.

Hong yawned, rolled up her sleeves, and said angrily, "How many days have you not taken a shower?"

“I don’t need to take a shower.”

Jia Guheng twisted his shoulder blades. He took off his shirt very boldly and barely out of his entire upper body. Hong was about to get started, but suddenly was stunned.

Hong's voice was filled with surprise, "This is..."

Sand looked to Hong in confusion, and soon held his breath

Under the dim light, Jia Guheng's back was covered with dense rashes. They were slender in shape, and each of them was filled with milky white pus, like ones connected together, without pupils, only eyes with white eyes.

The sound of rain outside the window is weaving.

Inside Luoyang City.

Huai Qing stared at the leaves on the branches for a long time and turned around and said, "I see that the rain is all clear water all night, why don't I go there now?"

Behind him, Sanqiansui raised his eyelids, "Will the emperor wake up, run over now?"

"Oh, yes." Huai Qing slapped his head, and he looked at the lights of Taichu Palace in the distance - although the lights were still on there, the empress should still be asleep at this point.

"Don't go out if it rains, what if?" Sanqian said, opening his slender mouth and yawned slowly. He laid his chin on his tail. When he adjusted his posture, the bell that Feng Yan tied to its neck also made a slight noise.

The three thousand-year-old voice was sleepy, "If I were you, I wouldn't take this job..."

Huai Qing leaned against the trunk, "Okay, wait a little longer."

However, at this time, Sun Youwei in Taichu Palace did not fall asleep.

The empress sat on the imperial throne, reading the memorials one by one, and had already lost more than a dozen of her finished memorials at her feet. Tang Sanxue tiptoed over to pick them up.

Although the King of Jin had been summoned to the palace to share the court affairs for the empress, Sun Youwei was still awake most of the days, and only squinted his eyes and rested for a while when he felt tired.

Tang Sanxue carefully observed the empress's expression with his light. Although she was not as happy or angry as most of the time, she could still read out the emperor's mood from some subtle expressions.

Tang Sanxue felt that Sun Youwei was in a good mood tonight.

Sure enough, after reading the last memorial sent by Fengge, Sun Youwei even laughed out loud. She closed the book and leaned back, leaning against the soft pillow behind her.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was still a smile on his face.

Tang Sanxue stood up with a memorial on the ground in his arms, "Your Majesty is there a good thing?"
Chapter completed!