Zhao Junhan was stunned, and the smile on his lips gradually faded away.
"Because I know I'm not going to die."
He knows how to survive.
Only by putting yourself in a low position can you survive.
He will be slighted, insulted, and hurt, but as long as he fights back, it will be a fatal move.
He Ling lowered his eyes, pinched his palms, and said nothing for a long time.
Zhao Junhan didn't pay attention to her.
He walked to the window and closed the leaky window.
The room became dark in an instant, and the faces of the two people in the dim room could not be seen clearly.
He Ling raised her head and looked at him blankly.
This boy was not as simple as she thought.
Her mind and skills are better than she imagined.
He Ling's lips were dry and he asked, "Do you know that you can't eat that steamed bun?"
Zhao Junhan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I don't know how to heal."
In short, he doesn't know.
He Ling frowned, looked at the completely dark sky, and said in a low voice: "It's time for me to go back."
Fortunately, Langpei had already moved out, and she didn't have many good friends on weekdays.
Even if she came home late, no one would notice.
Zhao Junhan lit half of the candle, and half of his side face was illuminated in the dim light, with beautiful curves and fair skin.
"Come here early tomorrow and pay attention to your eyes and ears behind you on the way."
The deaths of those two eunuchs cannot be kept secret for long, and Liu Jin will find out sooner or later.
Zhao Junhan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows slightly raised.
He originally thought that Liu Jin was just taking advantage of his current power to humiliate him for nothing, but he did not expect that Liu Jin really had murderous intentions towards him.
There must be someone behind Liu Jin.
Who that person is, he doesn't know yet.
He Ling raised the lamp and opened the door.
Before he could even take a step forward, he looked back and looked at him with a shy look, "I don't know how to walk."
The cold wind blew through the doors and windows and hit his thin body, making him feel cold all over.
After a while, he said coldly: "I'll see you off."
He still walked the same palace road he came from, and He Ling even saw dried blood stains in front of the palace gate.
The crimson blood stains fell on the white snow, and the color was bright.
Zhao Junhan had only moved one corpse just now, and before he had time to move the other one, He Ling glanced lightly and saw the face of the eunuch lying on his back with a blank expression.
His face was blue and black, and there was still something in his unclosed pupils.
Wrapped in infinite fear and resentment.
He Ling was startled and quickly looked away, his steps becoming much heavier.
In fact, her heart was far from being as indifferent as she showed.
She was scared, scared to death.
She believed in such things as cause and effect and reincarnation.
Zhao Junhan suddenly stopped.
He squatted down, put his slender fingers on the eunuch's collar, and then took off the eunuch's blue robe little by little.
He Ling was surprised, "What are you doing?"
Zhao Junhan did not answer her words, but silently put the clothes on himself.
His thin body looked too wide after putting on the clothes, and it was obvious that they did not fit him well.
After buttoning the last button, he raised his head, stared at her steadily and said, "I'll take you back.
It's easier to wear it this way."
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Even if you meet someone on the road, it's easy to cover up.
"What did you say" Is he crazy to send her back?
Zhao Junhan seemed to feel that she was making a fuss and looked at her coolly, "Why, I don't want to" If it were before, she would not agree to killing He Ling, but now she has to think about it.
"Then you must not be discovered."
He seemed to smile, his indifferent eyebrows showing no emotion, "Okay."
He has survived in the cold palace for more than ten years like a ghostly ant.
Hiding and bowing have become the things he is most familiar with.
He was like a shadow, without a trace.
No one was seen on the dark palace road, and there was no sound of life.
Snowflakes fell on their heads.
He Ling held the lamp with one hand, and the weak light illuminated a small area of the road in front of them.
Zhao Junhan followed silently. behind her.
He Ling clenched his fingers, his heart was bouncing up and down, and he was very nervous.
The cool wind howled, and the sound of the wind blew through my ears like the scream of a ghost, which made people tremble.
He Ling silently tampered with his sleeves, and his whole body became tense.
Zhao Junhan suddenly stepped forward, bringing with him the cold breath around him.
He stretched out his hand, passed through her fingers, and held her hand firmly.
He Ling struggled for a while, with a bit of anger in his voice, "Let go."
Zhao Junhan did not let go but increased his strength and whispered in her ear: "You are not afraid."
Of course He Ling was scared.
The death of the eunuch just now was still imprinted in her heart, with his bulging eyeballs, resentful eyes, and the chopsticks passing through her throat.
He Ling calmed down and didn't move again.
His hands were so cold that they seemed lifeless, and they felt like bones instead of flesh, but they were very strong.
After passing through several aisles, they gradually came out of the cold palace and could see a few palace lanterns.
He Ling took advantage of this moment to take his hand out of his palm.
He Ling looked around carefully, and when he saw no one around, he opened her door and quickly pushed Zhao Juanhan in.
He Ling blew out the rickety wick and placed the lantern on the desk before she went to the cabinet to find the remaining candles.
Zhao Junhan stood in the middle of the room and looked carefully.
The room was too dark and he couldn't see anything clearly.
He lowered his eyes to hide what was in his mind.
He Ling lit the remaining candle, and the flickering candle flame lit up the room.
Although it was not bright enough, it was enough to see the decorations clearly.
He Ling was on the palace road just now and did not look at Zhao Juanhan.
He changed clothes in front of her unscrupulously, so that she had to turn her back.
Even after he changed, she did not have the courage to look at him again.
On the body, I am afraid that I will see something I shouldn’t see.
Now, after taking a quick look, and Zhao Junhan had deliberately washed his face earlier, he could really see his original appearance and stature.
Wearing a green round-collared narrow-sleeved robe with a white jade hook and black belt around the waist, one could tell from the clothes that the two eunuchs were from a good background, at least they were not the lowest level servants.
The blue robes are of the eighth rank, and those two people should be the eunuchs in charge among the twelve eunuchs.
There is no sound when you die, but someone will track you down after your death.
And the person being traced was probably the person who wanted to poison Zhao Junhan.
"Aren't you leaving?"
He Ling asked.
Zhao Junhan raised his eyes casually, and then he saw her room clearly.
The furnishings were very simple, with just a few more quilts and cabinets than his residence.
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The woman's room seemed warmer, and the air was filled with a light aroma, not the kind deliberately burned in an incense burner, but a natural and comfortable smell.
Zhao Jun's frozen and stiff body slowly warmed up, and the pain in his knees gradually eased due to frostbite.
He sat on a chair and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to walk."
Leaving the cold palace was not a whim, he came here to hide his life.
He could not continue to stay in the cold palace.
Those people had discovered it long ago.
The best place to go now was with her.
He Ling sighed, without much surprise.
He impulsively asked her to come over and thought of the current situation.
His strong jaw and delicate outline still have a childish look, but the edge between his brows has begun to show, and his deep pupils seem to be able to suck people in.
He Ling had seen him smile, whether it was fake, sincere, or sarcastic.
Every kind of smile was beautiful.
When he smiled, his eyes were crooked, making people immediately lose all guard against him.
When they first met, in addition to the stubborn and shining eyes that attracted her, there was also that clear and unparalleled smile.
He Ling's eyes moved from his face to his palms.
His fingers were still very dirty and the back of his palms were rubbed black.
In fact, when the two of them got close, she smelled an old smell on him.
Although the smell is not a foul smell, it is not really pleasant.
"I'll get some hot water and you can wash it off."
Zhao Junhan was slightly stunned and looked at her deeply.
I thought I was going to threaten him again, but it was no use.
He Ling boiled a bucket of hot water, and then filled a bucket of cold water and placed it next to the bathtub.
Then he urged him, who was sitting still, to say, "Go quickly."
"I have no clothes," he replied.
This is not a lie, he can't wear the clothes he is wearing, and the boss's robe is too conspicuous, and people will recognize him if he is not careful.
He Ling nodded, touched his chin, and suddenly had an idea, "I have an old middle coat in the cabinet.
You can make do with it for now.
I'll ask the chef for a set tomorrow."
She rummaged through the cabinet in a hurry, and she remembered that the dress was left by Lang Pei.
Lang Pei sewed it for her brother who was a bodyguard.
Later, she felt that the embroidery was not good-looking, so she kept it in the cabinet without taking it away.
Lang Pei was moving in a hurry two days ago and didn't take this dress with him.
He Ling quickly found her clothes.
She turned around, her eyes widened, and she didn't know how to react.
Zhao Junhan took off his clothes silently, revealing his bare upper body and chest.
His fair skin was covered with scars, including whiplashes and burns, which had been there for some years.
The scars crisscrossed his back, horrifyingly.
He Ling turned around suddenly and coughed, "Why don't you go behind the screen and take off your clothes?"
"Forgot."
He Ling choked and threw the clothes to him, "Wash it well."
The space in the house was limited, so He Ling took off her shoes and socks and went to bed.
The wind and snow outside the window showed no intention of letting up.
This winter was much colder than before.
Her bed was still cold, and she curled up her legs, which would make it even colder.
Warmer.
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Listening to the sound of water on the screen, He Ling felt sleepy.
Zhao Junhan was wrapped in warm water, and mist floated from the tub.
He closed his eyes and relaxed his tense body.
He had not felt so comfortable for a long time.
The days of struggling in the dust are not easy.
He took the cloth and washed his body carefully.
The mist shrouded his handsome face, hazy and tempting.
After half a stick of incense, he dried himself off and stood up from the bathtub, put on his white coat, and stepped on the ground with his bare feet.
The coolness penetrated from the soles of his feet upwards.
As soon as he came out, he saw someone lying on the bed and sleeping in his clothes.
He Ling looked at him like this for a while before he withdrew his gaze. direction There was a pair of shoes beside the bed.
Judging from the style and size, they should be his.
He didn't know where she found a pair of shoes for men.
He put on his shoes, randomly found a piece of clothing and put it on his shoulders, opened the door, and walked towards Leng Gong step by step in the wind and snow.
He hadn't forgotten that there was still a body to dispose of.
In the palace late at night, the silence is frightening.
The faint moonlight illuminates the vermilion palace walls, and the mottled walls are like wrinkles on the cheeks of an old man.
Zhao Junhan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and a pure white cat appeared in front of him, its big black eyes looked straight at him, and it meowed "meow" and "meow" twice.
Thin strands of hair fell on his ears, covering half of his face.
He curled up his lips with a slightly meaningful smile.
He knelt down and waved to the cat, "Come here."
The white cat just looked at him with its eyes.
After a while, it stretched out its paws and slowly moved closer to him.
Zhao Junhan pinched the cat's neck with his slender fingers and lifted the cat out.
With his other hand, he touched the top of the cat's head.
His tone was gentle, like a lover's whisper, "Why are you running around and you will die."
The sharp nails pierced the cat's throat without hesitation.
He did not pull out the bloody nails until he could no longer hear the annoying cry.
The smile on his lips deepened a lot, and he used his fingers to peel off the white cat's skin completely along the opening of his throat, and threw it aside.
Zhao Junhan clasped his fingers on the cat's blood-stained flesh, closed his eyes gently, smelled the fishy smell, and frowned secretly, always feeling disgusted.
However, he had not eaten anything tonight.
He opened his eyes, his cold eyes without any emotion.
He opened his mouth, bit the raw meat with his teeth, chewed and swallowed.
After the incident, Zhao Junhan was about to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, but his hand paused in mid-air.
This was the dress she had happily given to him just now.
He still remembered her look.
It’s better not to get dirty.
Zhao Junhan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and walked deeper with heavy steps.
The blood stains on the narrow exit were still there, but the body that was there just now was gone.
Zhao Junhan stared at the snowy field, his cold eyes seeming to stare into a hole.
His heart kept sinking, and he found someone much faster than him.
He walked towards his residence.
As he thought, it was completely destroyed inside.
It's a shame that he ran fast, otherwise he might not be able to escape this catastrophe.
Zhao Junhan pursed his lips slightly, his face a bit colder.
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He knew that the prince who had been unpopular and had no sense of existence in these years would die or disappear, and it would be fine if his body could be found.
Such a gesture would only be used by the harem. of people.
He could guess that one was Wang Quan, the head of the Royal Horse Supervisor, who also served as the governor of the East Factory, and the other was Song Duan, the eunuch Bingbi, the eunuch who had been favored in recent years, and also served as the governor of the West Factory.
The two were equally cruel and ruthless, but in terms of city government, Song Duan was better.
It's just that Zhao Junhan never figured out who was responsible for this, and wanted to drive out all the people in the royal family.
Wang Quan has been severely suppressed by Song Duan recently, and Dongchang is not as popular as Xichang.
However, Wang Quan has interests with the Queen.
It would be reasonable for him to kill others in order to protect the Queen's only son, the eldest prince, from taking over the throne. .
But Zhao Junhan always preferred Song Duan.
That man was so ruthless that he was almost mean, and he was the first person to hold all the power.
Coupled with his moody temper, he was even more unpredictable.
It's just that he hasn't found the reason for Song Duan to do this yet.
Zhao Junhan exited the messy house, sneered, and quickly left this desolate place.
He Ling didn't sleep peacefully, and she had nightmares again.
She dreamed of that Jin Yiwei again, but this time he was no longer wearing a flying fish suit, but a python robe embroidered with gold thread.
The python's flamboyant claws were embroidered in the center of the clothes.
There were layers of fog in front of her eyes.
She tried desperately to remove the obstruction in front of her eyes and see the man's appearance clearly, but she still couldn't.
He Ling heard a voice, "Master Commander, everyone has been brought here."
He Ling followed the voice and looked over.
It was a person wearing dark clothes.
She had the face of a woman, but she was dressed as a man.
He Ling could only see the lips of the man called the Commander.
He moved the corners of his lips and uttered one word, "kill" "No, no, no," He Ling screamed, waving his hands in the air.
She opened her eyes and saw Zhao Junhan sitting by the bed, staring at her with complex eyes, and one of her hands was still held by him.
"When did you come up?"
He Ling asked coldly.
"Wash it."
Finally, he added, "I have no place to sleep."
He Ling's voice was extremely cold, "Go down" "This is the limit for keeping you here.
Don't push yourself further."
Sweat was still forming on her forehead.
Zhao Junhan hugged her with his long arms and legs, preventing her from moving.
He ignored her and said, "Go to sleep, I'm sleepy."
His chest was pressed against her back, "I told you to get down."
The heat of Zhao Junhan's words spread all over the back of her neck, "It's cold."
"I'll give you a quilt."
Zhao Junhan got up from the bed, took her quilt obediently, and stood beside the bed with an innocent expression, "I just saw you having a nightmare, so I went up on my own initiative."
He Ling lowered his head and didn't look at him.
He licked his lips as if thinking about something, "I'm hungry."
He Ling was helpless.
She knew that he had nothing to eat tonight.
She lifted the quilt and got up from the bed.
She took out a few pastries from the drawer and placed them in front of him.
She poured another glass of water and said, "Eat, don't disturb me."
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Yes, I have to work tomorrow."
Zhao Junhan pinched the pastry and paused before swallowing it.
He was so hungry that a cat couldn't fill his stomach.
Liu Jin stayed up all night.
He was originally a small clerk in the clerk's office, but it was the governor who promoted him to the post of Chief of the Six Sections of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, in charge of internal and external affairs as well as related internal affairs.
But what the governor asked him to do on weekdays was not what he was expected to do, but to kill people.
Those who were killed were still people with noble blood.
He still remembered that the first time he personally killed the Ninth Prince, who was only six years old.
At that time, the Ninth Prince's mother, Xu Cairen, angered the Emperor and was banned.
Everyone knew that the day Xu Cairen would never regain his favor, he used A piece of candy coaxed the Ninth Prince to the lotus pond, and then pushed him down with shaking hands.
He did not leave until there was no movement in the water.
The second time I did this, I felt much calmer, and my eyelids didn't even move.
Until tonight, the two men under him who were looking for the body of the little beast had not returned for a long time.
He felt something was wrong, so he took the people to the cold palace to search.
I almost searched through the cold palace before I found that remote place, where the director was lying on the ground, looking horribly dead.
There was a big hole in his throat, and the trickling blood had dried up.
He gritted his teeth and asked the people behind him to dispose of the body.
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