That kind of smile, as cold as a frost blade, gave people chills for no reason.
But the ghost-faced man was not afraid at all.
He stretched out his slender fingers and gently pushed away the dagger in front of his neck: "You can't marry a woman who is too fierce."
The finger was pushed directly against the blade.
The blade was so sharp that it didn't leave even a single trace on the finger.
Wenren Qianjue smiled, and her slender eyebrows seemed to bloom in an instant.
But he smiled so coldly.
She knew that the man in front of her could never be eliminated with her dagger.
"What are you doing here?"
Wenren Qianjue put away the dagger with an expression that was half lazy and half scrutinizing.
The ghost-faced man said of course: "Sleep."
It is well known: Then he kicked him out: "I want to go back to my own room to sleep."
The ghost-faced man's body suddenly jumped up, perfectly dodging her attack, his sleeves flying like a swallowtail butterfly in the dark night.
Faintly falling, he still maintained his laziness, stretched out a finger and touched her lips: "Shh."
The voice is ambiguous and seductive.
In the dark night, there is an indescribable charm.
Unknown to him as to his origin, and unable to get away after being beaten again and again, Wen Renqian absolutely looked at those dark night-like eyes, looking down from his ugly ghostly face to his muscular figure, and finally back to his face.
The whole body looks lazy, but there is no flaw.
Thinking carefully.
She frowned slightly, wondering what she should do to kill this person.
The ghost-faced man understood her thoughts and pursed his lips into a nice curve: "You don't want to know how Xia Yunrou died?"
Wenren Qianjue's eyes deepened, she smiled slowly, and raised her beautiful eyebrows: "You know."
He actually knew what was going on in the palace Could it be possible that Xia Yunrou died in his hands?
Impossible.
Excessive shock and exhaustion cannot be man-made.
The ghost-faced man moved his arms and hugged Wenren Qianjue firmly into his arms: "If you want to know, go to bed first."
The feel of his body under his arms was excellent, and in his mind, his figure in the hot spring appeared uncontrollably.
Under the mist, his closed eyes were like those of an immortal.
If this man wasn't so perverted, he might be quite likable.
He raised his eyes and ran into a pair of dark night eyes.
There was a strong sense of playfulness in them.
He looked at her with a half-smile: "Why are you interested in me?"
Wenren Qianjue turned around and successfully broke away from his embrace.
He pulled his lips and showed his signature ruffian smile: "Be careful of being too narcissistic and destroying your IQ."
The ghost-faced man half-smiled, lazily found a comfortable position and closed his eyes.
The way he sleeps has a natural aura of nobility, as exquisite as carved from white jade.
Although his appearance cannot be seen, his whole body exudes irresistible charm.
Wenren Qianjue yawned lazily and closed his eyes.
There's a lot to do tomorrow.
You have to go to bed early too Early the next morning, Pei Yuange's knock on the door came: "Hey, hey, hey, are you up yet?
You asked me to come so early, why don't you ask me to wait?"
Wenren Qianjue's soft eyes, her thoughts had just woken up from her dream, and she immediately subconsciously reached out and touched her side.
The bed was cold and the person was gone.
She was a little confused, why she always overslept these days.
What happened last night seemed like a dream.
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He asked himself if he knew how Xia Yunrou died.
Did he know something?
Wenren Qianjue got out of bed in a daze, yawned, walked to the door and was about to open it.
Suddenly, he discovered that there was a person sitting at the table.
Wearing black clothes and a ghost mask on his face, he sat leisurely at the table.
Who else is it if it’s not the Ghost-Faced Man?
What happened last night was not a dream.
"Hey, hey!"
Pei Yuange knocked louder and louder at the door: "Isn't it because something happened in the middle of the night if you are sleeping so hard?"
Then I heard him muttering alone outside the door: "No, how could a flower-picking thief fall in love with someone like you?"
Pei Yuange rubbed his shoulders helplessly and squeezed his little fists: "People inside, listen carefully and if no one agrees, I will break in.
Three, two, one."
He rushed over eagerly, and just at this moment, the door opened "Hey, hey!"
Young Master Pei couldn't stop and suddenly hit the table.
Wenren Qianjue crossed his arms and looked at him playfully: "Master Pei is good at martial arts."
Pei Yuange stood up angrily: "Don't look down on me.
I tell you that I was also a powerful figure in the martial arts back then, and was feared by everyone.
I remember when I single-handedly challenged the entire gang.
I raised the knife with my hand and dropped it with my hand.
It flowed out."
The blood stained the whole river red.”
"That's right."
Wenren Qianjue nodded, as if he believed it.
Pei Yuange knew that she didn't believe it, so he turned around and said to the ghost-faced man beside him: "Hey, tell him, is this young master the legendary person?"
As soon as the words came out, he was stunned: "No, who are you?"
The ghost-faced man sat indifferently, without even raising his eyelids, completely ignoring what Young Master Pei said.
Pei Yuange turned to look at Wenren Qianjue and smiled evilly: "Oh, I understand, young master.
You don't live at home or in an inn just to meet your sweetheart."
He walked around Wen Ren Qianjue for a few times and touched his chin: "I can't tell.
You are said to be madly in love with the fourth prince.
I'm still wondering why you don't pester him anymore.
It turns out there's someone else."
Wenren Qianjue's eyes darkened.
What happened back then was indeed well known to everyone.
The problem is not how much Wenren Qianjue loves that man, the problem is that she gave everything she could in that love, but she got his extremely cold eyes in return.
With just that look in his eyes, it seemed that everything he did was worthless.
If Baili Chuchen doesn't cherish it, that's fine.
Because precious things should of course be left to those who can appreciate them.
Wenren Qianjue lazily walked to the table and sat down, pouring himself a cup of tea: "He is investigating the case with us."
Her dim eyes for a moment were keenly seen by the ghost-faced man, and her eyes were filled with black mist like a dark night.
This woman still has feelings for Baili Chuchen Pei Yuange didn't pay attention.
Hearing that there was no gossip, he could only sit down half-heartedly and poured himself a cup of tea.
As soon as he drank it, it spat out with a "pop" sound.
"You can also drink this kind of tea."
Pei Yuange pointed to the object in the cup in disbelief: "No, it should be said that this is also called tea."
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Wenren Qianjue drank happily and didn't think there was anything wrong.
She is not particular about this kind of thing.
Compared with the days of killing people for food, this is much better.
Neither of them noticed that the ghost-faced man was sitting there lazily, not even touching the low-quality tea.
"Let's go, you have to eat before you can work.
I'll treat you to something delicious."
Pei Yuange rubbed his belly and smiled with charming little white teeth.
In the private room on the second floor of Qiuxiangju, Pei Yuange held up the chopsticks with a pair of slender and beautiful fingers, and put a meatball into Wenren Qianjue's dish with his own hands.
Elegant movements and full of gentlemanly style.
"Try this.
It's stuffed with shark's fin, deer and dolphin, rolled in tofu and crushed in oil.
It's crispy and fragrant.
It's one of Qiuxiangju's signature dishes."
Speaking of what he is good at, Pei Yuange is very different from his usual self.
Perhaps to others, this elegant, knowledgeable, good at eating, drinking and having fun, and having a sense of style is the ordinary Pei Yuange.
Wenren Qianjue picked up the meatballs and stuffed them into his mouth without expression, chewed them, and swallowed them: "You serve food to all the women."
"Not all."
Pei Yuange's long robe was untied, and there was a hint of evil in the corner of his mouth: "I can't help it, you are the only female here, I have to use what I am good at."
Looking up, he saw that the ghost-faced man just slowly picked up a green-white bamboo shoot and stuffed it into his mouth.
The movements are lazy and charming, but there is an innate aristocratic atmosphere that makes people unable to look away.
Pei Yuange was secretly surprised.
Who was this man wearing a ghost face?
How could he choose the most delicious dish that looked inconspicuous?
Moreover, he prides himself on being charming and unrestrained, and few can surpass him.
But the person in front of him, without showing his face at all, has completely surpassed him.
Wenren Qianjue turned her eyes away and looked downstairs.
On the opposite street was Hongyanfang, the rouge and gouache shop they were going to.
The sign is very delicately made, and the handwriting on the plaque exudes an indescribable elegance without being flattering.
It doesn't look like a small shop, but more like a bookish place.
She was eating and secretly looking at all the arrangements.
This place is the best rouge shop in the capital.
It seems that the owner of this store is not ordinary.
After quickly finishing everything, the three of them walked to Hongyanfang.
Wenren Qianjue opened the crystal curtain at the door.
As soon as he entered, the smell of fragrant powder hit his face.
Ding-dong-dang, the small crystal pieces made a tiny crashing sound, reminding the guys that a guest had arrived.
In the room, a girl in an aqua skirt turned her head when she heard the voice.
She suddenly raised her voice and sneered: "Who did I think it was?
It turns out to be trash."
The girl's eyes rolled: "No, I'm not a waste, I should call you waste sister" The girl's facial features are vaguely similar to Wenren Xuexi, who else could it be if it wasn't Wenren Xiaoyu.
Wenren Xuexi also looked back lightly.
The moment she saw Wenren Qianjue, her expression changed, but she quickly returned to normal, smiling as softly as water: "Sister Qianjue is here too."
Pei Yuange and the ghost-faced man also walked in one after the other.
When Wenren Xiaoyu saw Pei Yuange's handsome face, her face turned red and her voice immediately softened: "Mr.
Pei."
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She had already met Pei Yuange at the Hundred Flowers Banquet last time.
She took a glance at him from a distance, and the romantic feeling that penetrated her bones was engraved in her heart.
She doesn't have the high aspirations of her sister and doesn't want to be a princess.
It would be best if she could marry Pei Yuange.
When Wenren Xuexi saw the eldest young master of the Pei family, one of the four major families, who came in, she also said politely: "Why are you here, Mr.
Pei?"
Pei Yuan performed as a singer, unfolded a folding fan, and smiled evilly: "I am here to accompany Miss Wen Ren."
In front of others, he is still his eldest son, handsome and charming, impeccable.
When Wenren Xiaoyu heard this, her expression immediately changed: "How could Mr.
Pei accompany that loser without tarnishing the reputation of Mr.
Pei?"
Wenren Xuexi's face immediately turned cold and she scolded in a low voice: "Yu'er, what are you talking about?"
This sister is always like this, impulsive and brainless, how can she say such things in front of people.
Wenren Qianjue leaned to the side.
After watching enough of the good show, he stood up straight and walked over step by step.
He came to Wenren Xiaoyu and asked, "What did you call me just now?"
She was slightly taller, and looking down from above gave Wenren Xiaoyu a great sense of oppression.
It can be seen that Wenren Xiaoyu has a hot temper and is the youngest daughter.
She has been held in the palm of everyone's hands since she was a child.
How can she be willing to lose to Wenren Qianjue in front of her sweetheart?
Immediately and steadily replied: "It's just you, why don't we let others call you trash?"
Wenren Qianjue said a faint "hmm", then suddenly raised his eyes, his sharp eyes cut like a knife on Wenren Xiaoyu's cheek, and a few cold words came out of his lips: "Apologise, otherwise":