The trees in the Zen courtyard of Daxiangguo Temple are tall and canopy-like.

The light in the inner room was dim, and the tung oil lamp exuded a warm yellow light, reflecting Fu Jiuqu's deep black eyes...

And Xin Yi reflected in his eyes. A face as pale as a piece of paper, a thin and slender body, sitting on a chair in the tea room with a slightly uneasy expression, his lips pressed tightly, without raising his head, as if he was thinking about something.

…

"Ayima, right?" Fu Jiuqu slowly lowered his head, staring at this pretty little face, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips, and lowered his voice, "This is a good name, you chose it yourself.

, or that Gaominglou?"

Xin Yi's heart moved and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough he recognized her.

This would save her a lot of explaining.

"What? You still don't want to recognize each other?" Fu Jiuqu said in a cold and mocking voice, instantly blocking Xin Yi's joy.

Fu Jiuqu is angry.

He thought he came back to Bianjing but refused to recognize him?

Xin Yi looked at the cold eyes of Prince Guangling in the flickering oil lamp, his brows furrowed slightly, and there was a complicated expression in his eyes.

She thought of the man lying on the hospital bed that looked like a biopod.

"Have you ever doubted that everything you've experienced might not be true?"

Xin Yi's soft voice was full of temptation and pity, and it suddenly fell into Fu Jiuqu's ears, leaving him stunned for a moment and unable to answer the words.

Before pulling Xinyi into the inner room, Fu Jiuqu thought about many questions to ask her. There were countless "whys" waiting for her to answer, in order to calm down the anger caused by her being alive but not sending any messages, and not being recognized in Bianjing.

…

However, before he opened his mouth to question, Xin Yi had the upper hand.

And asked such an outrageous question.

"Of course." Fu Jiuqu raised his eyes slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and sneered.

"You told me that this is just a game set in the Song Dynasty. I am not a real person, just... your fictitious data."

Xin Yi was stunned.

At first, she thought that those statements about "data" might be difficult for the ancients to understand, so she did not explain them carefully. She just said it casually. Fu Jiuqu did not get to the bottom of it. Although there were two people in desperate situations, there were not so many.

Time will tell us more about it, but Xin Yi’s more guess is that Fu Jiuqu is an ancient man who has difficulty understanding modern science and is not interested in it...

She didn't expect that Fu Jiuqu not only listened and remembered it, but also looked at his calm appearance and completely understood it all...

"Is this the reason why you don't know each other?" Fu Jiuqu suddenly stared at her coldly, with a cold smile on his lips, "Or is it that your mission goal with me has been achieved, and now you want to change it?

, continue your game mission? Who is your target this time? Gaoming Tower?"

Xin Yi raised his eyes slightly and suddenly smiled.

Are you jealous when you say so many mean things?

Xin Yi looked at the anger emanating from the eyes of the Prince of Guangling County and did not reveal his inner thoughts.

Time is precious, and it is rare for them to have a wedding dress made by the eldest princess, giving them an opportunity to be alone together, and she does not want to waste it.

"Fu Jiuqu..."

Xin Yi called him by his name because he wanted to tell him that he was back and say hello in a familiar way.

Unexpectedly, Fu Jiuqu was dissatisfied.

"Call Brother Jiu."

The corners of Xin Yi's lips twitched, and she suddenly realized that this guy was sometimes a childish ghost.

"Brother Ninth." Xin Yi looked at him firmly under his oppressive gaze, his voice was low and slow, and he spoke every word very clearly.

"You are data, but you are not a non-existent person. You are actually... the person with the most sense of existence. In other words, your true self is the master of the entire world. All of this is done by your own divine hand.

…”

dominate?

A divine hand?

If Fu Jiuqu hadn't heard Xin Yi's rhetoric in the jungles of southern Xinjiang, he would have been made angry by her on the spot.

"I look idle?"

Xin Yi was stunned. Seeing that he made it clear that he refused to believe such a ridiculous story, he subconsciously wanted to explain quickly. However, the next moment, Fu Jiuqu grabbed his shoulder.

He looked over coldly, "Eleven, don't bother to find excuses anymore. No matter what you say this time, don't even think about escaping from me again——"

Fu Jiuqu gritted his teeth. At the end of his words, he felt a little angry or aggrieved.

"Even if you are a little vixen who can change a thousand times, I will hold you tightly in my hand..."

Xin Yi:……

According to normal logic, since her spiritual body can return to the real world, her physical body in this world must have died, which caused her spiritual body to leave.

Then, Fu Jiuqu either witnessed her death or had already learned about her death. In the past few days since returning to Bianjing, what he saw and heard from other people's mouths and eyes has become solid.

Xin Yi’s thoughts.

Therefore, they regard her as someone who looks similar to Miss Zhang, rather than Miss Zhang herself...

Only Fu Jiuqu recognized her, but he probably didn't dare to make a conclusion or be completely sure, so he said such words as the vixen...

Perhaps, there is still some temptation.

Although Xin Yi didn't understand how Gao Minglou rescued her, she felt inexplicably heartbroken when Fu Jiuqu declared his sovereignty through gritted teeth, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Brother Ninth is still so cunning, he almost let you go around, thinking you really recognized me."

Xin Yi sighed and glanced at him, showing a little regret.

"I fully thought that you could recognize me at a glance. Otherwise, you wouldn't have cooperated with me so well in the Yaoque Palace... It turns out that I was just being sentimental. Brother Ninth didn't recognize me at all. He just saw a long

The woman who looked similar to her became ill-intentioned and brought her here to cook some raw rice..."

Fu Jiuqu:……

This woman is truly defiant.

It was obvious that she refused to acknowledge him, and the aggrieved questions one after another made him seem to be the heartless man.

Fu Jiuqu took a deep breath, "Then tell me, who are you?"

Xin Yi pursed her lips and glanced at him, "Ayima...?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Besides, who are you?"

Xin Yi: "I am... Miss Zhang?...Xin Yi?"

Hearing her hesitation, Fu Jiuqu increased his tone.

"For the last time, who are you?"

The tone of voice became more serious each time, making Xin Yi's mouth go dry, "Eleven, I am Eleven, Brother Ninth."

"Ha!" Fu Jiuqu sneered.

A sound as cool as a string in the night brushed past his ear, and Xin Yi felt a chill in his heart. Just as he was about to explain again, his sharp chin was suddenly pinched by Fu Jiuqu's big hand.

Xin Yi's expression was frozen, and she looked at him stiffly, unable to hide the surprise in her eyes.

"Brother Ninth, please listen to me first..."

Through the thin clothes, Xin Yi's back showed a thin layer of sweat, but his shoulders could feel the coldness coming from Fu Jiuqu's palm.

She struggled uneasily, trying to get out of Fu Jiuqu's grasp and say a few words.

But his body was pulled over by him, and the storm swept along with the slender knuckles. Fu Jiuqu's kiss was unceremonious, unsubtle, direct and spicy, carrying long-lost longing and complaint, and pressed against his cold lips.

, his breathing was unsteady and heavy, and his uncannily handsome face was even more sinister and arrogant...

Xin Yi's ears buzzed like thunder.

My mind went blank for a moment.

The incense on Fu Jiuqu's body is accompanied by a faint smell of wine, which is the smell of Longjin Qiaotou lychee stuffing.

The unique mellow scent passed into Xin Yi's mouth. For a moment, Xin Yi forgot all about the world. He was drunkenly dizzy in his eager and coercive plunder. He no longer remembered what he wanted to say, and no longer remembered anything except

Anyone other than Fu Jiuqu...

Even, I forgot to breathe.

…

The world was spinning, and when Xin Yi recovered his breath, the fog in his eyes cleared, and he saw Fu Jiuqu's slightly evil face, with a smile even more evil than his face, looking at it without blinking.

Her lips were stained with red water.

"You can say it now." Fu Jiuqu's eyes shone with a hint of joking. He lifted the motionless woman in his arms, poured her a cup of herbal tea on the table, and handed it to her.
To be continued...