Zhang Yuehui was well-informed and soon heard about Wanyan Puruo's situation in Jinling.
He began to gloat about his misfortune. The eldest princess, who was always good at strategizing, was being manipulated in such a big way by courtier Yu. He didn't know how to get angry.
I felt a little sad for no reason.
He thought that this dynasty was rotten to the core and should have broken up long ago, but when the country was in decline, everyone was still united and the subjects were twisted together.
The dynasty should be grateful to his people, how lucky they are.
However, Zhang Yuehui didn't feel that he was one of his people.
He doesn't know who he is either. A spectator? So who should he cheer for?
As I thought about it, my back began to feel cold.
He is willing to be a spectator, but others may not be willing to let him sit quietly in the audience. There are only a handful of people who know that Wanyan Puruo went to Jinling. He was the one who spread the news. Now that the situation is so tense, sooner or later she will put the blame on him.
It was really one wrong step, one wrong step after another.
Zhang Yuehui was very troubled.
People live with a lot of energy, but he felt that his energy was slowly draining away, and even his desire for revenge was disappearing.
Today, he really wants to run away, but how can he make Nan Yi willingly follow him?
Just when I was thinking about Nan Yi, Nan Yi came uninvited.
Today, Bingzhusi's secret agent sent back news to Nan Yi that there was no Xie Queshan in the team heading north, only his personal attendant He Ping.
Xie Queshan didn’t return to Daqi, so where would he go? Are you still in Lidu Mansion? Nan Yi was extremely uneasy. Such a situation had never happened before. What kind of dilemma could make such a cunning person like Xie Queshan live without seeing anyone dead or dead?
She was really flustered and had no clue. Thinking that since this matter was related to Wanyan Puruo, and Song Muchuan reminded her that Zhang Yuehui was Wanyan Puruo's man, she couldn't help but start to speculate based on this clue. Could it be that Zhang Yuehui betrayed Xie Queshan?
Deep down in her heart, she felt that Zhang Yuehui was not that kind of person, but she didn't dare to say that she understood him now. She wasn't sure what choice he would make in the face of greater interests and oppression. After all, he is an out-and-out businessman.
Nan Yi didn't care too much. He treated a dead horse as a living horse doctor and came to Huachao Pavilion to look for Zhang Yue's return.
"You all get out." Nan Yi glanced at the attendants who came into the room to entertain her, but she didn't look good at all.
The attendants did not dare to move and all looked at Zhang Yuehui's eyes.
Zhang Yuehui waved his hand with a playful smile: "This is your future boss's wife, her words are what I mean."
"Hello, madam, I will take my leave."
The attendants saluted in unison and retreated.
Nan Yi had already kicked Zhang Yue several times in her heart. This profiteer was so unobtrusive. She was about to retort when she suddenly realized that he had almost led him into these boring verbal disputes.
She still had to quickly return to her own position and asked aggressively: "Zhang Yuehui, did you betray Xie Queshan?"
Zhang Yue Hui looked at Nan Yi steadily, thinking how she looked more and more like Xie Queshan, and it was not easy to deceive her at all.
He was very happy to see Nan Yi. Her arrival was like a spring breeze blowing open the window, even if the spring breeze didn't come for him.
He guessed what she was going to ask. He came here so angrily. He must have gotten some information from Bingzhusi and knew that Xie Queshan was in a bad situation now. Bingzhusi was able to find out his relationship with Wanyan Puruo. From her perspective, he was indeed the most likely person to betray Xie Queshan.
But he still wanted to delay, not wanting her to ask.
He is an out-and-out villain, but since he confessed in front of her, he has done every word he promised to her with all his strength, and even gritted his teeth to help his mortal enemy Xie Queshan.
These things were not easy, and he also staked his life and fortune on them.
Although Zhang Yuehui was a shameless guy, he was still a little sad at the moment.
He can't catch everything.
The smile on his face turned into a real bitter smile: "So in your heart, I am such a person. Since you think it was me, just smash the bracelet."
Nan Yi's arrogance immediately retreated. She suddenly realized that Zhang Yue's reply that day that he was not allowed to take off the bracelet, otherwise he would betray Xie Queshan was not a threat, but a promise.
For her, he will not betray Xie Queshan. This was Zhang Yue's sincerity in returning the favor.
She took advantage of this sincerity and even stepped on her when she was done. Nan Yi immediately regretted that he shouldn't have been so indiscriminate.
It doesn't seem like he did it.
The atmosphere was a little stiff.
The guilt she showed made Zhang Yuehui come back to life quickly. If you don't take advantage of the opportunity now, when will you wait?
Zhang Yuehui pulled Nan Yi to sit down and said with a hint of sadness: "Think about it, I am also involved in what happened to Usha. If I really betrayed Xie Queshan, would I still be able to sit here peacefully?"
"Then what happened to him?" Nan Yi's face was full of anxiety.
Zhang Yue responded with good intentions: "Xie Queshan left without saying goodbye. There must be his reasons. If you don't even know it, it means that he doesn't regard you as one of his own at all. Why don't you come with me while the situation is still controllable? .”
Nan Yi completely ignored the invitation, only focused on the key points she wanted to focus on, and begged: "Since the situation is still controllable, can you help me find him?"
"I can't find it." Zhang Yuehui flatly refused.
"Why? Have you looked for him? Or do you know where he is and that's why you said you can't find him?" Nan Yi asked three times, leaving Zhang Yuehui a little speechless.
Zhang Yuehui realized that he was too eager for quick success and wanted Nan Yi to give up, and instead showed some flaws. He didn't know why, but he was very impatient at this moment, and he wanted to end this topic quickly.
He said it seriously and wanted to scare Nan Yi away: "After Xie Queshan saw Wanyan Puruo, he disappeared. What kind of ruthless character is Wanyan Puruo? If she wants to hide someone, she will never let him go. Someone else found it.”
"But you are different - Zhang Yuehui, are you someone else? You know Wanyan Puruo and are familiar with her style. Xie Queshan should still be in Lidu Mansion. You are so powerful, you will definitely be able to find him of."
Zhang Yuehui finally realized that he couldn't persuade her at all, because she had only one purpose every time she came to see him, to thank Queshan, and every word of her praise for him was all for thanking Queshan.
He couldn't help but become mean: "What does this have to do with me?"
Nan Yi answered his words anxiously: "You know Xie Queshan's identity, he cannot die."
"What does this have to do with me?"
Zhang Yue smiled back and asked again word for word, which finally made Nan Yi wake up.
Just because he helps her doesn't mean they are on the same page.
There are all kinds of people in this world. Some people are firmly tied together by some sense of belonging, while there are also people who are always wandering, alone, watching with cold eyes, unwilling to intervene.
There is no right or wrong in these choices.
After thinking about this, Nan Yi felt a little disheartened.
"You're not still thinking about staying with him, are you?" Zhang Yue suddenly asked a fatal question, breaking the silence.
His question was extremely aggressive, and Nan Yi immediately understood what he wanted to confirm. But life and death were uncertain, so why was she entangled with him here?
Nan Yi was a little annoyed and asked back: "Yes, why can't I think about it?"
She confessed openly and neatly, as if she had drawn a bright, invincible knife. The terrible thing is that he handed over the knife.
He knew he was getting ridiculous now.
He could no longer maintain that playful smile. There were many things in the world that he couldn't control, and his powerlessness also broke out at this moment.
"Stop your delusions. It's impossible for you and Xie Queshan. In this troubled world, why are you obsessed with men and women? I tell you, he is dead and you can't even collect his bones. Save your energy and come with me now. , and still save your life.”
Nan Yi was so angry that she jumped: "Zhang Yuehui! This is the difference between you and me! How can you make a person's life and death so simple? The more determined he is to die, the less I can run away! I want to save him. It doesn't stop there! Even if he is not Xie Queshan, but someone else, you, or anyone in the Xie family, I will do this! I won't go with you, because we are not the same person at all!"
Zhang Yuehui was stunned, and after a while he murmured: "...Then give me a hand."
His voice was a bit muffled, and Nan Yi suspected that he heard wrongly. He looked at her and repeated: "You and I are on different paths, so give me a hand."
It's like a prayer to save oneself, but also like a hopeless cry after breaking oneself.
Nan Yi saw Zhang Yuehui's vulnerability for the first time. Real emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy flashed across his face.
He is the actor on the stage, his face is covered with thick paint, and he doesn’t know whose path he is walking or whose life he is singing. He likes to be exaggerated and extreme, so that he can appear lively and hide his uneasiness. He is a very contradictory person, and he can only be his lonely self when the song comes to an end.
That was a poor guy who had no idea where he was going when his family was ruined. He was trapped for that year and never came out again.
He desperately hoped that someone would give him a hand, but when someone did extend his hand, he felt that it would not last long, so he ran away before trying.
After so many years, he realized that the poor guy still wanted to be pulled by her.
Pulled back to the real world, there is a place to belong and a place to go.
Nan Yi panicked, she didn't know how to deal with it, they were all out of control. She already had another person in her heart, and she couldn't face Zhang Yue's hand reaching out to her. She hurriedly stood up to leave, walked to the corridor, and felt a little sober when the warm breeze in the courtyard blew against her face.
Zhang Yuehui is very strange. According to his character, even if he felt that he was causing trouble for Xie Queshan, he would agree to it first in order to coax her. But he refused to agree even if he had a fierce quarrel with her.
He must know something she doesn't know, but he doesn't want to lie to her, so he can only avoid it.
Nan Yi looked back, looking blankly across the window lattice, and suddenly noticed a New Year painting doll's mask placed on the antique shelf. It was so old that it was incompatible with the gold and stone antiques around it. She thought for a while before digging out the dusty memory from the corner. It was the Lantern Festival one year, and they went to the lantern festival penniless. She felt that the festival could not be too shabby, so she drew two crappy masks, one for each person. Her one had been lost somewhere during the wanderings, but she didn't expect that he actually kept it like a treasure. In this trivial detail, she finally realized that Zhang Yuehui's serious affection for her was not just unwillingness or guilt as she thought.
The past years have left more than just traces on her body.
She was very sad because she couldn't let go of the last possibility of finding Xie Queshan, even if it was to take advantage of Zhang Yuehui's vulnerability in a despicable way.
She turned back.
"Zhang Yuehui, do you really not know where Xie Queshan is?"
She asked extremely seriously, so serious that Zhang Yue couldn't tell a lie when she looked back at that face.
Nan Yi knew the answer in her heart, and she said firmly: "I will come back tomorrow, until you tell me."
She is not a person who likes to hurt others, but she is so cruel at this moment.
She had no choice, everyone was covered in wounds, and the tip of the knife was aimed at others and herself, fighting for life, fighting for righteousness, and fighting for some selfishness.
