If it weren't for the color, Mei Thirteen would be a cold palace, and the proton would be able to be named a first-class national teacher with the power of the world in one fell swoop.
Chongmenhuan knows this.
Mei Thirteen, there must be something outstanding.
Yan Jiuming's side will not keep a useless person.
A dignified national teacher, how can such a noble status be afforded by a proton?
Mei 13 dares to take it, it must not be an ordinary person.
When she passed by those cold plums, the sound of the piano on the side of the courtyard wall suddenly stopped, and suddenly there was no sound of the heavenly sound, only the cold rain floating in the sky, the sky was dark and dark, and the heart of the teacher was a little colder.
After walking far, I heard the sound of the piano slowly coming from behind, drifting over the overlapping palace walls and going away.
Outside the palace gate, the carriage that was waiting for her was not there!
Just when Chongmen Huan was puzzled, a familiar figure came out of the corner by the palace gate, Chang Ling walked up to her with an umbrella, and pointed to a black carriage in the middle of nowhere: "Fourth girl, the master is waiting for you." ” Is the door coming?
I don't know why, every time she knows that she is going to see the door, her heart jumps violently.
It's a really amazing feeling.
"Since Changling's guards came, the slave and maid retired."
Han Xia bowed obediently to Chang Ling, and glanced at Chongmenhuan before leaving.
At the bottom of those eyes, everyone was envious.
Vaguely, and jealousy.
I shouldn't understand why Chongmenjue came to wait for Chongmenhuan in person, think about the ghost king Chongmenjue who is feared by the world, how could he ever value a woman so much?
And Chongmenhuan is obviously an exception to this.
Chang Ling nodded, and Han Xia left.
"Let's go."
Chang Ling softly urged Chongmen Huan, who was standing still, and saw the wet clothes under her cloak, her lips were purple from the cold, and he didn't see it, but kindly sheltered her from the rain and took her to the carriage.
The man who drove the car lifted the curtain for her, Chang Ling helped her up, the curtain fell behind her, and she was greeted by a cold air that was even colder than the outside.
The man in black and the golden mask sat in the carriage, reading with a book rolled in his hand and not raising his head.
I didn't care about her arrival at all.
As long as you see her alive, it means that she still has some value.
Chongmenhuan was not polite, and found a place to sit cross-legged.
If Chongmen never speaks, she will not speak.
Now, it seems to be more than patience.
The carriage began to move, the sound of ruts crushing against the hard marble floor, the clatter of horses' hooves, and she pressed down her trembling body and closed her eyes to recuperate.
I don't know how long the carriage has been gone, but Chongmen Jue seems to have finally read enough books, slowly takes the books open, and his voice floats shallowly: "But are you angry with the king?"
” Chongmenhuan's heart jumped again.
Damn, this kind of palpitation is not something she can hide at all!
"Why should I be angry?"
She forcefully squeezed out a cold smile full of indifference, and said self-deprecatingly: "If you want to become a good chess piece of the Cold King, you don't have any ability, how can you get into the eyes of the high Cold King?"
” "You have this kind of self-knowledge, this king hates to be gratified!"
The tone of the heavy door is actually all kind.
This was a surprise to Chong Fenhuan.
Because in the past, the feeling of Chongmen Jue gave her was not popular at all every time, but today, in the narrow space of this carriage, this person seems to have some popularity.