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Yuxiu calmed down outside the hall gate, but his small brows were still frowning.

"Yilan." Jingyu spoke lightly, not wanting the child to worry outside, "You take Yuxiu to find Jinmo and the others to practice swords."

Yilan, who was standing next to the princess, looked up, looked at Rong Ling who was slowly walking over in silence, lowered her head, and responded respectfully: "Yes."

Then he turned around and walked out.

Jingyu leaned on the delicate and comfortable soft couch and said lightly: "Do you really have to wait for the Hei Lingwei to throw you out of the palace before you can get settled down?"

"Xi'er." Rong Ling looked at her quietly, with nostalgia and astringent eyes, "I want to know... how can I repair the broken things? No matter what method is used, as long as there is a little possibility..."

"You should ask the craftsman for this question." Jingyu curled a mocking curve on her lips. "I am not good at repairing anything. Are there any rare treasures in the palace? Even if the top-quality jade is broken, I will only throw it away. Who will spend the time to repair it?"

The voice paused slightly, and she said carelessly: "Even if it is repaired, it is just a defective product."

Rong Ling was shocked, and the pain suddenly flashed through his eyes.

He couldn't help but hold his hands tightly. He stood still for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Xi'er, I've kept your essence--"

A crisp sound sounded, instantly causing Rong Ling's unfinished words to get stuck in his throat.

The handsome and fair face was swollen and swollen. Five clear fingerprints appeared, slowly turning from crimson to blue-purple. The palm print was not big, just about the same size as the palm of a seven-year-old child.

Jingyu's little face was covered with a layer of frost, her eyes were so cold that there was no emotion, and her voice was as cold as the cold air in the cold pond of the sun and moon. "Get out."

Rong Ling's lips were so white that she couldn't help but lower her eyes, her voice was filled with a strong sense of regret and trembling: "Xi'er, I was wrong, don't do this..."

Jingyu took a deep breath and repeated coldly: "Get out of here."

"Xi'er..."

"Get out!" Jingyu suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes as ruthless as an ice sword.

Rong Ling closed his eyes and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart. Finally, he did not dare to stalemate with her anymore. He nodded almost without hesitation, and slowly turned around and walked out of the hall.

There was a clear and strong layer of loneliness in the back.

Jingyu slowly leaned on the soft couch and stared at his leaving back coldly. The frost on his small face as big as a palm had not faded, and a clear sense of powerlessness slowly swept across his body...

The sound of the door of the hall being opened sounded, and Rong Ling quickly left the bedroom, and the silence of death was restored to the hall.

Jingyu withdrew her gaze, her eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the white jade screen not far away, her eyes as if they had been frozen, and she had not moved away for a long time.

Who said that the thing was broken... can be repaired?

Even if it is a priceless treasure, she will not want any more as long as there is a crack... What's more, something that has been broken into pieces.

...

"Sister Princess, I...my father asked for a meeting."

Yuxiu sounded outside the hall with a little uneasy voice. Jingyu's thoughts were frozen for a moment, then slowly raised her eyes and her expression gradually calmed down.

"Didn't I say you don't need to invite Uncle Chen to come? Why don't you listen?"

Yuxiu shook his head and whispered: "It was my father who came here by himself."

Come here by yourself?

Jingyu was faintly mourned, then got up and stayed, "Let Uncle Chen come over."

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