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If it were someone else, they would be scared.

Jiuer tilted her head slightly and looked at the man in front of her for a moment, then smiled with her eyes curved.

"Su Jingxing, you don't have to bluff me."

Su Jingxing locked onto Jiuer's curved eyes with his dark eyes, "What if I'm not bluffing you, but am serious?"

He lowered his eyes slightly, making it difficult for people to see his expression. "If you want to be with me, I must kill him."

"I want to be with you, and you want to kill Duan Rong, is that a must?" Jiuer still smiled, "It doesn't seem to conflict, right?"

Su Jingxing raised his eyes, his expression unclear, he even smiled slightly, "So, Jiu, you like Duan Rong, not me."

Jiuer spoke faster than her brain, and said seriously, "Su Jingxing, whether you ask directly or indirectly, I will tell you that I like you."

There was no falseness in her expression, and Su Jingxing's eyes fluctuated slightly.

It is like a cold plum blossom in the snow, although it has a hint of brightness, it is still extremely cold.

"If that's the case, why can't you see him die?"

Jiuer looked at him and didn't respond.

Seeing her obviously distant aura, all the thoughts in Su Jingxing's heart turned into silence.

How could a man like him not see that the girl in front of him could not be forced, but he still couldn't help it.

This was just like when he stopped someone in the street before. He knew very well that no matter who she married, it would not be a threat to him. But if that person was Duan Rong, it would be.

What does she like about herself?

Whether in terms of temperament or appearance, he had no advantage over Duan Rong.

He closed his eyes, took a step back and tested, "If I ask you to never see Duan Rong again, can you do it?"

She could do it, but she didn't want to be asked to do so.

Jiuer still looked at him, silent.

She could also tell lies to coax him, even without leaving any traces, but she didn't want to do that.

A trace of bitterness flashed across Su Jingxing's lips, and he turned around, led the horse that was grazing on the side, and got on the horse.

"Come up."

He stretched out his hand, Jiuer paused for a moment, and finally gave it to him.

"Where are you going?"

Su Jingxing didn't answer, and the horse galloped towards the city.

The wind whistled in my ears, making my cheeks hurt. Finally, when they could see the city gate, Su Jingxing took Jiuer off the horse.

"Go back and find Duan Rong."

After he finished speaking, Su Jingxing turned his horse around and rode farther and farther away from the city gate.

Jiuer looked at the man in the snow-covered clothes who left resolutely, and she began to feel cold, so cold that there was no temperature at all.

Jiuer looked at the snow-white figure proudly and stubbornly as it quickly disappeared without a trace.

She thought fiercely that if it was someone else who forced her like this, even if it was just a man, she would just kill him directly, out of sight, out of mind.

But this person is Su Jingxing. Not only is he the "medicine" she is looking for, but he is also the Su Jingxing who makes her happy...

Jiuer took a deep breath and didn't foolishly chase after him on her own two feet. Instead, she turned around and went into the city.

At this time, the city gates were about to close and the lights on both sides of the street were already coming on.

There's a lot of mess to clean up in the Prime Minister's Mansion, so it's not a good time to go there now.

Su Mansion... Whenever Jiu'er thought of Su Jingxing, she felt both itchy and cold. She didn't want to go there now.

She didn't want to go to the Yici Bookstore, Jinzhaolou, or the General's Mansion anymore.

If she really ran away, I wonder what kind of temper Su Jingxing would have when he found out.

Things had already progressed to the point where he was going to Dajing with her, but suddenly this happened. She couldn't add fuel to the fire and push him further away.

Jiuer wandered around the street, feeling the gazes around her, some bright, some dark, some good, some evil.

He curled his lips and sneered, come on.

If she is not happy, she will not let those who come to seek death be happy!

It's their bad luck, so I'm taking it out on them, humph!

With this in mind, Jiuer just wandered around wherever she wanted.

Except for the familiar places I usually go to, I go everywhere.

Let those who have ulterior motives, whether overtly or covertly, guess where she is going and what she is going to do.

Idiot, she's not going anywhere, not doing anything, she's just in a good mood today, so she's just teasing them!

Those people in the dark were also patient. No matter what their purpose was, they did not take action in a short time.

Obviously, Jiuer's performance at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion during the day had made people wary, and they were all looking for the best opportunity, or the opportunity to hit the target with one strike.

After wandering around for more than half an hour, Jiuer found herself in the west of the city.

There is a river running through the south-west part of the city, and on both sides of the river are either gambling houses or brothels where beautiful women gather.

Jiuer knew this place before, but had never been there.

At this moment, Jiuer looked out and saw small dim lights on both sides of the river lighting up ambiguously, and red gauze floating lightly in the wind everywhere.

Various exquisite flower boats are swaying on the river.

There were graceful women singing and laughing at the railings on the shore, and there were also singing and dancing gracefully on the boats.

The sounds of playing musical instruments, singing and laughter are pleasant to the ears, creating a beautiful spring scene.

Jiuer has been to many places and has seen many such romantic fireworks places.

The two banks of the Qinhuai River are a unique sight.

But this is not a grand view, nor is it the banks of the Qinhuai River.

Jiuer took a few glances and wanted to turn around and leave.

I plan to find a place that is not too similar to the big scene and eliminate those "tails" with murderous intentions in the dark.

But as I turned my head, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of beautiful girls surrounding a familiar red figure on the opposite bank.

The man was lying drunkenly on the laps of many beauties by the railing, and the beauties around him were leaning on him.

One woman was curious, "Why are you wearing a mask today, Master Duan?" She said coquettishly, "Is it because we can't see your handsome face, Master Duan?"

Under the mask, Duan Rong's pair of bewitching light-colored eyes had slightly upturned corners, making him look even more indescribably seductive and passionate.

He smiled, "What's so good about it? It's just a superficial appearance."

"Hate it, Master Duan, are you saying that we sisters are just superficial?"

The girl refused and approached coquettishly, "We sisters are not as good as Miss Duan Ajiu, but we know how good you are, Master Duan, better than Miss Duan Ajiu. Master Duan is such a good man, but she really doesn't know how to appreciate him..."

Just when he said this, Duan Rong glanced at her quietly. The thin lips exposed from behind the mask were clearly still curled up in a smile, but the woman suddenly felt a chill down her spine and subconsciously shut her mouth.

She had no idea that the Duan Rong who came today was not the same Duan Rong who came before.

And because Duan Rong was wearing a mask, she couldn't even see how this Duan Rong was different from the Duan Rong who came before.

I just instinctively felt that Mr. Duan today was really hard to look away from. I wonder if it was because he was wearing a mask, so that his temperament and aura changed?

In short, even if he didn't pay them today, they were willing to serve him.

The woman had heard about what happened on the street today between Jiu'er and Su Jingxing and felt sorry for Duan Rong, but she hadn't expected...

But when the woman looked at it carefully again, it seemed that the horror she felt just a moment ago was just an illusion.

She smiled and came closer, saying coquettishly, "Mr. Duan, you are so annoying. I don't care. You have to drink this glass of wine from me."

The snow-white arm held the wine glass and tenderly placed it to Duan Rong's lips. Duan Rong chuckled softly and drank the wine from her hand without much concern.

The man curled his lips lazily and said in a low voice, "Satisfied?"

The battle-hardened woman couldn't help but blush. Today, Master Duan was like a poppy!

Jiuer looked at him from afar and felt that the strong red color on Duan Rong's body hurt her eyes.

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