Chapter 1212: I am not the second son of Jian

Almost admitted wrong.
At this moment, the curtain on the carriage opened slightly, revealing half of the face inside.
Nan Yan froze as soon as he saw the half face.
She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and she couldn't believe her eyes, staring blankly at the half face exposed under the curtain, and for a long time, she said in a hoarse voice
"simple……"
But after only uttering this word, she couldn't say any more, her voice was completely hoarse.
Because the person in the carriage is not someone else, it is Jian Ruocheng!
Jian Ruocheng!
All the people are looking for him, all the people want to see him, now he just appeared in front of him!
Nan Yan almost thought he was in a dream.
Ran Xiaoyu also saw it.
Her eyesight was better than Nan Yan, but she saw it later than her, but once she saw it, she was too surprised to speak.
In this way, the two people stood at the street, dumbfounded, and completely lost their reaction.
At this moment, the coachman on the carriage seemed to have heard something, and nodded to the carriage, the curtain was lowered, and the coachman came over and said to Nan Yan, "Master, please drive to the carriage for a while."
"..."
He wants to see himself.
Nan Yan's heart couldn't stop the waves, and he nodded immediately, but at this moment, Ran Xiaoyu, who was next to him, frowned and said, "Manny--"
Nan Yan looked back at her.
Ran Xiaoyu said: "I want to protect you."
Hearing these words from her, Nan Yan came back to his senses. The other party only asked himself to go over and relive the past.
but--
She was about to say something, and when she looked up, their carriage was about to drive over, so she said to Ran Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, you can get in the carriage and just follow this carriage."
"but--"
Ran Xiaoyu hesitated.
Nan Yan said: "I dare not say anything else, but I believe that he will not hurt me."
"..."
Ran Xiaoyu couldn't refute this sentence.
She might doubt anyone, but Jian Ruocheng's character and his kindness to Nan Yan, she still believed.
So he nodded and said: "Manny, call me immediately if something is wrong, and the slave and maid will let the coachman follow him."
Nan Yan answered her, then turned around, and followed the coachman towards their carriage.
She was about to board the carriage, but she didn't know if it was too high, or because of her excitement, her hands and feet became soft, and her feet slipped and almost fell.
At this moment, a hand stretched out from the curtain and grabbed her wrist.
"...!"
Nan Yan was taken aback.
But that hand didn't let go of her, and with force, it directly pulled her into the carriage and into the carriage.
Inside the carriage, it was a little dark.
After all, the surrounding curtains are all down, and there is no way for the sun to shine directly into the carriage, but Nan Yan can still see the person in front of him at a glance
He has changed a lot.
The cheeks were so thin that they were already out of shape, the cheekbones were raised high, the protruding veins were almost visible on the forehead, and the edges and corners of the lower jaw appeared. It was not at all like the first time I saw him. Handsome and gentle, looking like a breezy moon.
Just looking at it, Nan Yan's eyes were hot.
She sat in front of him and looked at him in a blue cloth gown. Although he was still handsome and could not conceal his natural temperament, the heavy heart was ashamed, but she understood at once.
Nan Yan's voice was choked up.
"Second Young Master..."
The other party slowly raised his head and glanced at her.
After a long silence, he released the hand that was holding her wrist, his hand was also much thinner, and the joints protruded.
He locked his hands back into his sleeves, and then said, "The concubine, don't call me that."
"..."
"The Jane's house is gone, and I am not the second son of Jane."
"..."
This sentence, like a knife, plunged straight into Nan Yan's heart.
When she looked at him, she felt that her heart was overwhelming and she had too many words to say, but at this moment, tears fell first.
It dripped on the car.
She said: "Second Young Master..."
The voice was already crying.
She couldn't imagine what Jian Ruocheng had experienced these days, but she just looked at him as if she understood everything. She also hated herself, why hadn't she found the murderer for the Jian family and returned him innocence.
These tears are not for him, but for his own guilt.
Jian Ruocheng looked at her quietly. After a long time, she took out a handkerchief from her sleeve with her skinny hand and leaned in front of her, but he hesitated and only handed it to her.
"do not Cry."
Nan Yan took the handkerchief, but did not wipe her tears. Instead, she looked up at him, choked up and said, "Master, what happened? What the is going on?"
"..."
Jian Ruocheng was silent for a while, and then said: "I don't know."
"..."
"After we were separated at sea, I fell ill."
"disease?"
Nan Yan was stunned.
She vaguely remembered that terrible night at sea, which was also a nightmare she had not dared to touch for so long. The moment the sawdust cut her throat, one of her feet had already stepped into the underworld.
Now, the wound on her throat is no longer visible, and she has regained her ability to speak, but the wound on her heart cannot be healed.
But Jian Ruocheng said, he also fell ill?
At that time, he should have been on the boat he prepared himself, and he should be safe and sound. How could he fall ill?
Nan Yan looked at him.
And Jian Ruocheng didn't seem to want to say anything.
That night was also a nightmare for him.
Although he did not see the scene where she was cut in her throat, swallowed by the sea, and disappeared into the turbulent waves, he fainted when others told him.
After that, he fell seriously ill.
For a whole month, he also walked into the Palace of the Kings of Hades almost on one leg. If it weren't for the heavy responsibility he had on his body, he forced himself to get better and finish the last thing, maybe he also fell.
Wouldn't know, it turned out that she had escaped from the dead.
However, it was precisely because of the month that he was seriously ill that he could not move at all, and he could not even return to Beiping immediately.
And when he finally got better and finally hurried back to Peking, it was--
When Jian Ruocheng's face suddenly turned pale, Nan Yan knew that he must have thought about the Jian family.
She eagerly said: "My son, what happened to the Jian family? Do you know the truth?"
"..."
Jian Ruocheng fell silent.
His face was pale, at this moment, it was as if frost had condensed.
Even those habitually warm eyes were quenched and looked up at her with cold eyes.
He said word by word: "The truth? Don't you know it yet?"