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As He Lan Xue thought of this. Not only was he not depressed, he even had a feeling of complacency.

She was a deeper and deeper well, and he would go all the way to the end.

"Your Highness, how is Yi Jian?" Feng Jiu, seeing He Lanxue was depressed by her lover's reply, hurriedly changed the topic without leaving a trace.

He Lan Xue looked toward the shore and said with a bit of worry, "I think it's quite dangerous. I'll go check it out first. Mr Feng, you should leave as soon as possible. I'm afraid it won't be peaceful."

"Don't worry, your highness." Feng Jiu lightly replied.

"My dear, let's talk when we get back." She let go of her lover, tapped the wood with the tip of her foot, and leaped toward the shore.

Only Feng Jiu and his wife were left on the small boat.

Feng Jiu was leisurely sitting at the bow as if he did not plan to leave. He swung his fishing rod and continued to sit at the bow of the ship.

Her lover leaned on her elbow as she ate. Her gaze was faint as she stared blankly in the direction of the pleasure boat.

Naturally, the pleasure boat couldn't be seen clearly. All one could see was a sea of smoke.

"Do you want to see him?" Feng Jiu inadvertently glanced at her and asked with a smile.

In just a short day, he and his wife had fished on the lake's surface alone, and for some reason, a tacit understanding had developed between them.

Actually, during this period of time, the two of them had not exchanged more than ten words, and the only thing that could be seen was — —

Feng Jiu said, "The fish here are very fresh."

Her lover, "Yes." After waiting for a while, he continued, "It's not contaminated."

Feng Jiu then said, "If the prince sees you, he'll probably blame me."

"Are you worried?" Her husband tilted his head.

Feng Jiu smiled. "Since I can bring you here, I'm naturally not worried."

"Why?" the woman asked.

Why would he bring her here?

"Because you probably want to see him." Feng Jiu replied.

He did not say who he was.

"Feng Jiu, you are very good." The lover said in a very serious tone.

Feng Jiu laughed. "I'm not good. You just don't understand."

"You're fine." Absolutely, without a doubt.

This was the end of the conversation.

Now that his wife was sitting in the cabin, staring at the lake in a daze, Feng Jiu couldn't help but bring up that topic again. "Do you want to see him?"

Feng Jiu did not say who he was.

After a moment of silence, she stood up clapping her hands and said, "Forget it, let's go."

Feng Jiu did not try to persuade him anymore. He put away his fishing tackle and spread the word to the rudder. He tapped the bamboo pole and was about to slide towards the shore.

At this moment, the outline of the cruise liner started to emerge from the smoke. Pei Ruochen and Yan Han were planning to return home.

Feng Jiu took two bamboo hats from the side of the boat. He gave one to his servant while keeping the other for himself. He put it on each of his head and lowered it as he continued to rock the boat leisurely.

She did not panic and sat down cross-legged on the small table again, staring at Little Zero who was standing in front of her in a daze.

As the cruise liner drew closer, the guards on the boat only thought that it was a tourist who had been lingering around the area for a bit. As a result, they didn't pay too much attention to it.

The two ships drew closer and closer. Feng Jiu turned the steering wheel slightly and slid diagonally to the right, while the pleasure boat continued forward. Just as the two ships were about to leave each other, the lady suddenly turned her head and looked at the bow of the pleasure boat.

On the bow of the ship, a scorching cold wind was blowing. The green robe was fluttering. Under the lights of the night, it was as straight as a statue.

Pei Ruochen was sitting not far from Yan Han, with one leg bent forward and the other leg extended over the side of the boat to land on the surface of the water. They were all looking at different places, the distance was too far, and the night was too dark, their expressions could not be seen, they only felt that the atmosphere was solemn, as if time was about to freeze.

Yan Han, who was at the bow of the boat, retracted his gaze and calmly looked at the approaching small boat.

He saw a boat with a calm fisherman and a silly fishwife.

The fishwife had her back facing him, so she couldn't see her face. She only felt that her small, twisting back was really cute, a bit like someone.

Yan Han couldn't help but smile, but the fishwife suddenly turned around and looked in his direction.

Still, he could not see anything clearly. The bamboo hat was pressed too low, and the night was too dark. However, he felt his heart skip a beat.

However, she quickly turned back.

Yan Han was stunned for a moment before he laughed at himself. The pleasure boat moved very quickly and brushed past the small boat.

When the two ships intersected, they were once closest.

Yan Han had already turned around and was walking in the direction of Pei Ruochen.

Feng Jiu let out a sigh of relief and quickly left the pleasure boat amidst the churning ripples.

They left.

Yan Han said to Pei Ruochen, "I will return to the Kingdom of Yan tomorrow. I hope that I will be able to hear your good news very soon."

"Alright." Pei Ruochen nodded and said, "He Lan Qin has already returned to Suiyuan. At that time, if he acts, I hope that Your Majesty can restrain him."

"Naturally." Yan Han replied indifferently. He then turned around again and looked towards the distant Bi Bo.

The outline of the small boat was almost indiscernible.

In that blurry silhouette, the fishwife in the cabin suddenly stood up, put her hands to her mouth and shouted towards them.

Her voice was lost in the night wind. Yan Han didn't hear anything clearly, he only saw the fishwife's movements, her hand in the shape of a megaphone, the way she stood there, and the inexplicable feeling in his heart. Yan Han's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly had a sudden realization and understood who she was.

"Turn the rudder!" Just as Yan Han was about to give chase, Pei Ruochen suddenly jumped out from her seat.

The tip of his foot touched the surface of the water. He bent down gracefully in the air and fished something out of the water with his long arm.

Pei Ruochen jumped back onto the boat and took a closer look at the object in her hands. It was a small, exquisite carved wooden boat, and she was holding a painting on it.

The reason it was considered temporary was that the piece of toilet paper used to wrap up the conversation was not ink. Instead, it was a faint rouge color, like rouge or something like that, fused into the water and temporarily made into ink.

The lines on the wall were extremely thick, and it took Pei Ruochen a long time before she could confirm that it was the outline of a finger.

He looked at it for a long time, then silently passed it to Yan Han, who was beside him.

The pleasure boat was about to turn around.

Yan Han's face was solemn as he looked at the little boat that had turned into a black dot in the sky. He casually received the item from Pei Ruochen and unfurled it.

There was a very cute composition on it. A girl with big eyes was squatting like a puppy. Her head was big and her body was very small. If described in modern Chinese, she was the "Q" version of her lover.

Yan Han couldn't help but burst out laughing the moment he saw her. His smile was so wide that there was a pampering look in the depths of his eyes.

Beside him were a few clumsy traditional characters, similarly written in strange characters.

"I'm fine. "My beloved."

As Yan Han watched, he smiled, but that smile slowly faded from his face and sank into his heart.

He put away the small scroll and looked at the boat moving further and further away.

"Go back."

Finally, he said.

The cruise liner, which had not completely overturned, turned back and quickly reached the shore. Soon, all that was left were ripples on the dark surface of the water, which immediately dissipated.

Houlan, Xue Luo, and Bobo made a few flips in the air before quickly arriving at the shore.

The people who had rescued Yi Jian from the water had arrived at the location they had previously agreed upon. It was an abandoned temple by Lake Lin Bo.

When He Lan Xue entered, everyone was surrounding Yi Jian, Yi Jian was sitting right in front of the Buddhist shrine, recovering his breath.

The temple was truly dilapidated, and it had been lifeless for a long time. Dust and dusty spider webs were everywhere.

When He Lan Xue entered, she bumped into the web, covering his face.

He reached out to erase the spider web, but before he could put his hand down, he realized something was wrong.

It was too quiet. This temple was too quiet.

The person sitting inside seemed to have not heard his footsteps and maintained his composure.

He Lan Xue's heart skipped a beat. She stood at the entrance of the temple and carefully looked inside. She didn't go in.

Those eight water elites surrounding Yi Jian were all facing away from him, so He Lan Xue couldn't see their faces.

The only person facing him was Yi Jian, who was currently resting with his eyes closed. However, his expression was very strange, as if he was forcefully suppressing something.

She took a step to the side and picked up a piece of brick.

He weighed it in his hand, then aimed at a person and threw the brick.

The eight men simultaneously jumped up from where the bricks had struck and attacked that direction like a machine.

Yi Jian also suddenly opened his eyes and saw He Lan Xue. With great difficulty, he spat, "Your Highness, let's go."

He Lan Xue's reaction was fast, and she had already seen the inklings. It must be that Yan Han had placed something on Yi Jian's body, and anyone who came into contact with Yi Jian would turn into a puppet of an attacker. Only then did Yi Jian was able to recover his breath, and it turned out that it was just a Turtle Rest Technique.

Right now, Yi Jian was warning He Lan Xue. The eight people quickly turned around and rushed over with Yi Jian.

Yi Jian stood up, picking up the branch beside him like a sword. His steps were shaky, it seemed that he had lost his stamina long ago.

"Your Highness, quickly leave!" Seeing that not only did He Lan Xue not leave, but instead walked inside, Yi Jian shouted again in a flustered and exasperated manner.

But just as he finished his last sentence, He Lan Xue had already closed in. With the sword in his left hand, she sent a puppet that was about to cut Yi Jian away, but he turned around and protected Yi Jian behind his back.

"Your Highness, don't worry about me. With your current situation, there's no way you can win. They've already lost their minds, so they won't be hurt or tired. Your Highness …" Yi Jian was still blabbering on at the back, but He Lan Xue's gaze had already been wandering around the broken temple a few times.

The eight men closed in again, blocking all the way to the door.

Heron looked at the wall behind them, then down at his right hand.

His weak right hand could no longer shock the world like it used to.

Yi Jian continued to speak, "My Royal Highness, you should leave first. I have already been released by Pei Ruochen and her group, and after half a day of rest, I was still able to enter the stage. Now, the medicinal strength has started to surge again, I will definitely not be able to leave, in a while, I will hold them back, my Royal Highness … In the future, if you encounter any problems, don't try to be brave. Yi Jian's words were like a will.