The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

secret?

Jiang's heart skipped a beat.

Yu Jin's voice softened: "But you have heard about this matter. At present, except for a very few people, no one knows about it."

Jiang Si looked up at him, and noticed a bit of solemnity.

"If it's not suitable, then don't say it." Miss Jiang said wrongly.

Don't say anything that shouldn't be said, and she will be held responsible later. She just wanted to listen to the secrets and didn't want to take responsibility.

Sure enough, upon hearing what Jiang Si said, Yu Jin hurriedly said, "It's most appropriate to tell you."

For the seventh prince Yu, naturally no secrets were important to solve the misunderstanding of the Master about him.

Glancing at the door, Yu Jin said in a low voice, "The saintess of the Wumiao ethnic group in the southern border have long since passed away."

Jiang Si had been waiting for what secret Yu Jin would tell, but when he heard what he said, his eyes changed immediately.

It is indeed a secret that Saint Asang is no longer alive at this time, and even the number of people in the Wumiao who know about it is no more than a slap in the face.

She is one, Yu Qi is one, Elder Wu Miao is one, and Ah Sang's personal maid is one.

She fled to the southern border, and the reason why she was able to survive as the saintly Assan was because Assan had not announced her death for a long time. Elder Wu Miao said to the outside world that the Holy Maiden had retreated and practiced.

There are not only the Wumiao clan in southern Xinjiang, but dozens of large and small groups living together, the most prominent of which is the Wumiao clan. It can be said that other ethnic groups are led by the Wumiao family. Whether they are worshipping the Great Zhou Dynasty or dealing with the neighboring Nanlan nobles, they are all led by the Wumiao people.

But such Wumiao people respect women, because only women can master the unpredictable Wumiao secret techniques.

The saint was selected from many qualified Wumiao women and carefully cultivated. It is conceivable that the death of the saint was a heavy blow to the Wumiao family. Once it spreads, it is very easy to arouse the restlessness of certain ethnic groups. .

Day after day, year after year, who would be willing to be ruled all the time?

What Jiang Si was surprised was not the secret that Saint Asang had died, but Yu Jin's casual tone when he talked about it.

In any case, the man on the other side mentioned Ah Sang's death in such a tone, it didn't seem like a deep-rooted love. It would be terrible if the other party was so indifferent to the real sweetheart in order to coax her.

Her delighted Yu Qi was not such a person.

It was when the morning light was bright, and although the main room closed the door to prevent the sunlight that wanted to sneak in, it was still bright and bright, and the subtle changes in the expression on a person's face could be clearly seen.

Jiang seemed to be certain that she did not find the slightest trace of sadness on the face of the man opposite her.

That handsome face, whose lines were not as cold and hard as in the previous life, only sighed at most.

"In short, the death of the saintess of the Wumiao tribe is particularly important to the Wumiao tribe. Now, except for a very small number of people, everyone in the world doesn't know it. I also learned about it by chance." After Yu Jin said this, he paused for a moment.

Jiang Si looked at him, with countless questions circling in her heart, but those questions seemed to be burning red charcoal in her chest, making her heart-wrenching pain.

The most helpless situation is probably her. For her, he has been with her for countless days and nights, but to him she is just a person who has a good impression on him but is not a familiar person.

Could she ask: Since you don't like Saint Assan, why do you treasure Assan's portrait?

Or ask: Since you don't like Asang, why did you say you like it in your previous life?

Jiang Xi felt that she had walked into a dead end. It wasn't her fault, nor his fault. It seemed that fate had played tricks.

She thought frustratingly: The events of the past life will probably never be understood.

At this time, the young man opposite said in a calm tone, "If I am happy with the Holy Maiden Wumiao, I will definitely be willing to exchange my life for hers."

Jiang Si was shocked and blurted out: "Change of life?"

Yu Jin regained his unruly appearance, and Baba blinked: "Just saying this, in short, everyone in this world can misunderstand,

You can't, or I'd be so wronged. "

There are many secret techniques in the Wumiao family. There is a thaumaturgy that trades life for life only among very few people.

Although he didn't know how the secret technique was performed, he was shocked when he heard it by chance, and knew what kind of disaster it would be for the Wu and Miao people once it spread.

Resurrection from the dead is a temptation for those who have the power of terror to overturn mountains and rivers and ruin lives.

Jiang Si looked away, but there was a kind of joy that quietly grew from the bottom of his heart, like the birth of spring water, melting the snow and ice that had accumulated in his heart for many years.

She had to try her best to keep the raging tears from breaking down, but the tears still quickly condensed on her long eyelashes and fell heavily.

Yu Jin was a little helpless.

Why is Ash crying?

"I have another thing to deceive you..." Yu Jin bit the bullet and said.

Since we have to say it sooner or later, it's better as soon as possible, who made Ah Si likely already know.

Jiang Si looked at him, her eyes darkened with tears: "What?"

"Well... my surname is actually Yu..."

"King Yan, right?" Jiang Si asked lightly.

Yu Jin rejoiced for a while.

Fortunately, he didn't take chances and continue to hide it, otherwise it would be over.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you, I was afraid that Second Brother Jiang would know my identity and would be uncomfortable getting along..."

Jiang Shi twitched the corners of his mouth: "Uh."

If she only knew this guy in her life, she might believe it. Why is he afraid that the second brother will be uncomfortable, he clearly intends to approach her calmly like in his previous life...

This thought flashed through his mind, Jiang Xi's complexion changed slightly.

No matter in his previous life or in this life, he and Saint Asang met first and later, and in the past life, it can be said that they got along with each other day and night, so what about this life?

From the very beginning, she had no good feelings for him, but he had no restraint and stalked him. On the premise that she has never gotten along, did she fall in love with him at first sight because she has one less red mole than Ah Sang?

This is clearly not possible.

Jiang Shi changed the hand resting on the table to support her cheek, and asked casually, "If it is said that King Yan loves Saintess Wumiao, the Saintess must be a beauty, right?"

The tension in Yu Jin's heart vanished immediately.

Ah, is this jealous? If she didn't have him in her heart, why should she care whether the Holy Maiden Wumiao was a beauty?

This discovery made him bold and fat, or it was his true nature to be bold and thick-skinned.

Yu Jin nodded seriously: "Saint Wumiao is indeed a rare beauty."

Jiang Si was silent.

Yu Jin leaned closer: "Asi, are you jealous?"

Jiang Si raised her eyes and glanced at him coolly: "Your Highness is joking."

She shouldn't be talking nonsense with this silly bastard!