"Well..."


    Xiang Xing frowned and thought for a moment.


    Soft eyes blinked, smiled and said, "he should live very well."


    After all, after a while, I will marry Miss Liu and become the son-in-law of Liu Xiangguo.


    "... well."


    Ao ye murmured.


    Her blue eyes were dim, and she looked at the packet of sugar fried chestnuts in her hand.


    After a short pause, he suddenly smiled sadly and opened the oil paper package like a lost soul.


    Pick up a scorched sugar fried chestnut without shelling. In this way, send it directly to the import and chew it dully.


    Two lines of clear tears fell down the white cheeks.


    Xiang Xing looked at it and couldn''t help feeling a little headache in his heart.


    The little guy thought, summoned up his courage, stretched out his white and soft hand, and carefully patted Ao Ye''s trembling shoulder.


    She sipped her pink lips, and her soft waxy voice was full of worry.


    "Sister Aoye..."


    Seeing that she cried more and more, Xiang Xing clenched his teeth and couldn''t help clenching his small powder fist.


    "If Du Yunwen has a good life, it will make my sister sad, then... Xing''er will beat him into a pig''s head and give my sister a breath!"


    With that, she immediately turned around and was about to leave.


    The little hand was quickly held by the woman behind her to stop her action.


    "Just, just... It''s not his fault."


    Ao Ye whispered softly and put the sugar fried chestnuts aside.


    He raised his hand, wiped his tears carelessly, and suddenly breathed heavily.


    "I am to blame for everything."


    "... huh?"


    Xiang Xing doesn''t understand.


    Ao Ye smiled low, released her hand and lay back on the clam bed.


    Beautiful eyes close lightly.


    "About a year ago, I had nothing to do. I sneaked out of the South China Sea to visit mountains and rivers on land."


    "One day, I swam to the imperial capital of Xia Zhiguo. At that time, the imperial capital was at the elegant Festival, and a elegant challenge arena was set up for scholars to compete on the stage."


    "When I arrived, I happened to see a wonderful serial pair... One of them was Du Yunwen, who was called the first talent of the imperial capital."


    "He was competing fiercely with a foreign scholar at that time, but he couldn''t tell the winner for a long time."


    "Until it was getting late, the organizers had to stop, give new questions and fight again the next day."


    "I was curious. I followed Du Yunwen quietly and slipped into the Shangshu mansion."


    "This new topic is quite difficult. Yun Wen thought hard all night. He didn''t know how much paper and ink had been wasted. He still had no clue."


    Saying this, Ao Ye suddenly lightly lifted up the corners of his lips, and there seemed to be some satisfaction between his eyebrows and eyes.


    "However, although this topic baffled him, it did not embarrass me who had lived for tens of thousands of years... So I wrote some tips on paper, put them into pottery pots, and buried them under a willow tree not far from the back door of Shangshu mansion."


    "He disguised again, deliberately picked up Yunwen''s close bookboy and asked him to inform his childe to find him."


    "Yun Wen deserves to be an intelligent and knowledgeable man. After my advice, he was enlightened and soon came up with the most perfect answer... He also won the final victory of the elegant challenge."


    "In order to thank me, he wrote a close-up poem and put it into the pottery pot, and I then returned another one..."


    Ao Ye recalled with a deeper smile, "in this way, we began to sing poetry against each other through pottery pots, and even talk about heaven and earth...".


    "Until one day, when I came back from a trip, I found... The pottery pot under the willow was gone."