Why did the young master come back late on this day?
It's only one day, so it shouldn't delay anything.
The lady passed away yesterday.
The lady is dead.
Dead.
Jian Yuer's persuasion when leaving Jinling, his own promise after a moment's hesitation, and the sad news that Yan Yiming had passed away, lingered in his ears over and over again.
Can't hide, can't escape, can't get rid of.
He still clearly remembered the look of Yan Yiming with relaxed brows and eyes before he left, and the scene of her standing in the wind and snow wearing a cloak to see him off. He shouted at her to wait for him to come back, and Jiang Yi couldn't help but reach out to grab her hand, but in an instant, everything was shattered, and all of a sudden, there was only a pitch-black coffin in front of him.
And the spell over and over again.
Dead, dead!
Already dead.
Jiang Yi suddenly woke up from a nightmare with a startled cry of cold sweat. After opening his eyes, he realized it was just a dream and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the little white flower on the maid's temples again.
Jiang Yiyin's hands in the quilt began to tremble uncontrollably, but he still had a smile on his face. His voice was soft and gentle, as if he was asking her in a normal way, "Why do you wear white flowers in your hair..."
"Master," Yin'er cried and fell to the ground, "The young lady has left, have you forgotten?"
"Shut up!" Jiang Yi shouted, his face pale and his chest heaving violently, "She said she would wait for me to come back, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Yin'er had never seen Jiang Yi lose his composure like this before. She took a step back in fear, shaking like a ball. She couldn't help crying, "The young lady is really gone. She was very ill and couldn't even take her medicine every day. The doctor said that if she persisted for one more day, it would be one more day of suffering. The young lady really wanted to wait for you to come back..."
She really tried her best to wait for you to come back. She endured the pain every day and persisted for so many days. She said that she wanted to see him again even before she died.
But as fate would have it, he finally came back, but she left forever the day before.
Just one day left.
But he knew clearly that he could do it one day earlier.
He knew clearly that he could see her one last time.
He should have mounted his horse and whipped it as he had told her that day, but it was too late.
Jiang Yi's whole body was trembling, even his breathing was trembling in despair, the veins on his tightly clenched hands were exposed. This newly crowned number one scholar, who should have been in great glory, knelt on the bed and cried loudly, the roar in his throat was heartbreaking.
Yin'er had never seen Jiang Yi shed a tear, but now Jiang Yi was like a poor man whose hopes had been cut off.
When she raised her head again, those beautiful eyes were lifeless, as if the life had been sucked out of them in an instant.
When everyone in the mansion heard that Jiang Yi had finally woken up, Master Jiang personally brought people to visit him. Master Jiang suppressed his sadness and called him, but Jiang Yi acted as if he heard nothing. He walked past everyone and slowly walked out of here with heavy and sluggish steps.
After a while, the little maid sobbed and whispered, "The young master has gone to the mourning hall."
Everyone was silent. Master Jiang watched from afar as Jiang Yi, who seemed to be shrouded in a layer of deathly aura, walked further and further away. In an instant, tears fell like rain.
Yan Yiming passed away yesterday, and her coffin is now in the mourning hall of the Jiang Mansion.
The flickering flames of the two rows of white candles were visible. The contrast between the pitch-black coffin and the white sky was even more frightening. Everyone watched him approach the coffin step by step and watch him open the coffin.
No one stopped him.
Everything that was against the rules was ignored because of Jiang Yi's numb expression.
The sound of the coffin slowly opening was dull and sad, and that familiar face was exposed again inch by inch. She lay quietly in the dark coffin, her eyes closed, motionless, as if she was asleep.
"Wake up," Jiang Yi's trembling hands slowly touched her cheek, "I'm back."
I'm back, A Ming, wake up.
"Look at me..."
"Are you mad that I delayed you for a day, so you don't want to see me..."
"A Ming, I was wrong, open your eyes and look at me..."
Jiang Yi's voice became more and more desperate, but the person in the coffin remained motionless. She closed her eyes and did not speak a word. Even her eyelashes did not tremble at all.
Mrs. Jiang, who was standing far away, covered her eyes and cried as she left. Even Old Lady Jiang, who usually disliked Yan Yiming, wiped her eyes in a daze.
I'm still an old fool, how can you leave first?
Jiang Yi finally lost the strength to support himself to stand up. His palms slowly slid down the coffin, and finally he knelt heavily in front of the coffin, his knees hitting the stone slabs with a dull and cruel sound.
Someone died.
And some people's hearts have died since then.
No one could have imagined this unexpected change. Everyone thought that Yan Yiming was fine since he had never had an attack of illness in all these years. Even Jiang Yi thought so.
So he left with peace of mind, and even when he came back he felt at ease.
These eight characters indicate turbid energy and dry spirit, which indicates a short life.
The lie he told just to win her back that day has now turned into a curse that has been nailed heavily on her and on his heart.
When Jiang Yi was in a daze, he once thought, if there really was retribution, why didn't it happen to him? But now it's too late.
These thoughts came too late.
He came back too late.
One day became a wound in Jiang Yi's heart that would never go away. Jiang Yi dreamed every day that she endured the pain just to see him again, and at that time he agreed to Jian Yuer's request just to repay her kindness in his childhood.
He repaid the favor, but it led to the biggest regret of his life.
Every time I woke up in the middle of the night, endless regret overwhelmed me. It was clearly spring, and the weather was gradually getting warmer, but it was even colder than the night when I first came to the Jiang Mansion.
There will never be anyone who will add clothes and cover him with quilts or light a fire to keep him warm in the middle of the night.
Tears fell silently again. Jiang Yi curled himself up into a ball, but still couldn't feel any warmth.
That was the spring of a year that Jiang Yi would never forget. That year he passed the imperial examination, and that spring, he lost the person he loved most.
Come with joy, but leave with sorrow.
Everyone noticed that the top scholar who was full of vigor and vitality that day no longer had the same vitality after returning to his former residence. A black strip of cloth was wrapped around his sleeves.
Later, people found out that the young top scholar was already married, but his wife died early.
Some people saw that he was young and promising and still wanted to recruit him as their son-in-law, but Liangliang refused, saying that he already had a wife.
Jian Yuer couldn't help feeling sad when she heard the discussions outside. She found Jiang Yi and wanted to express her condolences to him, but the handsome and gentle young man looked at her as if she were a stranger.
"Ms. Jian, there are differences between men and women. Let's not meet each other again in the future." Jiang Yi turned and left, leaving Jian Yuer in shock.
He once hated Jian Yuer. If she hadn't kept him for one more day, he wouldn't have been unable to see A Ming for the last time.
But then he changed his mind and smiled sarcastically. If it wasn't for his momentary mistake, how could he have regretted it for the rest of his life?
Why is Jian Yuer so surprised?
He couldn't blame Jian Yuer, but he didn't want to see her again for the rest of his life. Whenever he saw her, Jiang Yi would always think of that night when he returned.
Thinking of the day he would regret for the rest of his life.
Leaving the world once again, Yan Yiming finally escaped from that sickly body. He no longer had to endure the unbearable pain. He enjoyed the comfort of his whole body and stretched out his body. "I've been a patient for four years. I almost forgot that I'm actually quite healthy. By the way, has that body been buried?"
"No, they were burned to ashes and taken away by Jiang Yi," said Little Apple, "The child was heartbroken."
Yan Yiming sighed, "Oh, how cruel."
Little Apple rolled her eyes at her and said, "You are the one who came up with this dirty trick."
"Jiang Yi thinks I can wait for this day, but some things can never be recovered once they are missed. Okay, let's not talk about the past."
When the host saw Jian Yuer trying to keep Jiang Yi that day, she told it that if Jiang Yi refused her, she would see him for the last time, but if he agreed, they would never see each other again.
And Jiang Yi chose the latter.
Little Apple sighed deeply, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about it. By the way, after completing this walkthrough and adding the diamonds from last time, I now have a total of 8,700 diamonds. Because of the last maintenance, I will give you an additional 500 diamonds, 10 card draw tickets, and another chance UP."
"That's all?"
"Ah..." Little Apple was ashamed, "That's all."
"You are so stingy," Yan Yiming couldn't help but sigh, "You are even more stingy than when you were playing games. I feel embarrassed to accept it, but you guys have the nerve to give it to me."
It’s not its fault. The system can only compensate to this extent and there is nothing it can do.
Fortunately, after doing some calculations, he found that he could draw as many cards as he wanted today, and this was the last time, so he could draw the cards however he wanted. Yan Yiming finally felt a little better.
109 card drawing tickets, and the probability is UP. If Yan Yiming fails to draw Shao Jingyu's SSR card, he really feels that his African physique is hopeless.
"Then let's start now?" Little Apple said.
"Let's get started," Yan Yiming rolled up his sleeves, laughed and got ready.
Drawing cards is definitely the most enjoyable part of this game, especially when you are lucky.
Yan Yiming drew his first eleven cards in a row. When he drew the third card, the first golden SSR card appeared. Although it belonged to Jian Yuyan, it did not affect Yan Yiming's good mood.
But the bigger surprise was yet to come. The last card in the first hand, the familiar gold color shone again. Yan Yiming exclaimed and turned the card over. It was another SSR, and it was Jian Yuyan!
"Are Jian Yuyan and I so destined to be together???"
The one I drew at the beginning was Jian Yuyan’s SSR, and now I drew two in a row?
"It's okay, there are still so many," Little Apple consoled, "Eleven cards, two SSRs and three SRs, you're lucky!"
Yan Yiming was very happy to be comforted. The person who had been waiting for so long suddenly became very lucky. Although it was not the SSR he wanted, it was still a gold card. "Continue!"
But maybe I was too lucky in the first game. In the following games, I got a lot of SRs, even Shao Jingyu's rare SR appeared, but SSR never appeared.
It was not until the sixth game that Yan Yiming finally drew the third SSR. After the golden light, a handsome photo of Nangong Xuan appeared in front of him. Nangong Xuan was wearing a crown and looked extremely noble. The four big characters "King of the World" were printed on the card, making it hard to ignore.
"He ruled the world?" Yan Yiming was stunned. "He ascended the throne?"
"...Yes," Little Apple didn't understand why she asked that.
"Didn't you say at the beginning that he would not ascend the throne?"
"I, I mean my ascension to the throne will not be smooth, not smooth!"
Yan Yiming: “…”
I flipped through the card helplessly. This is an extreme single-data card. The decision-making ability is incredibly high, but the other three items, even the IQ and action ability that were previously above the passing line are not high, and the EQ is already poor.
"0????"
Little Apple covered her face in shame, "I don't know why it's so low."
It’s terrifying! Yan Yiming is very glad that his EQ was as high as 22!
Then he continued to draw cards. There were too many cards and the fun gradually faded. However, since he had never drawn Shao Jingyu's SSR, Yan Yiming still had some hope.
Until the last round, after the golden light, Shao Jingyu with unruly black hair suddenly appeared, and Yan Yiming and Xiaopingguo exclaimed at the same time.
Dominate the battlefield!
A single-level card with explosive action power that is the most coveted and hard to draw by all Shao Jingyu fans!
Yan Yiming was satisfied and looked at the card again and again with joy. He then discussed with Xiaopingguo, "Can you give me this card when you return?"
"Host, you can try to draw again when you go back. You might get it again." This is a matter of principle and there is no room for compromise.
If I could get it, I wouldn’t ask you.
“Okay, okay, I won’t draw anymore, just this one.” No need to choose, this is the only SSR card of Shao Jingyu, Yan Yiming doesn’t need to think too much.
"Okay," Little Apple nodded, "What about the face?"
"No more pinching. Just find one from the database. You did a pretty good job last time. Just add a red mole for me."
Little Apple replied "OK" crisply, and soon a picture was retrieved from the database. Yan Yiming took a look at it and made some changes before he was satisfied.
Everything was finally ready, and the fourth raid began again. It was not until the familiar fragments of time and space appeared in his ears again that Little Apple reminded Yan Yiming, "Oh, by the way, because the location is special this time, we need to adjust this body a little bit."
Yan Yiming: I have a bad premonition.
"What's the meaning?"
"Well... you'll know when you get there."
In the fifty-ninth year of Chen Xia, the Mongolian Wala and Tatar tribes became increasingly active in the area north of Peking in the north, and the imperial court became increasingly concerned about the northern border defense.
In a small tent in Beidaying, Yan Yiming listened to the deafening snoring all around him in the middle of the night. He touched A Cup's chest and finally understood what Little Apple meant.
"Because you have to be a man in the military camp, for the sake of your life, the officials have reduced the size of your breasts. Please understand."
Yan Yiming: …
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