She asked softly, "Which point?"
” The wind and rain seemed to have entered the house, and the man could be faintly seen standing there in the turning gauze tent, his straight and straight posture never seemed to bow his head.
Hearing his voice coming through the darkness, it was as cold as a knife: "Yan Jiuming's life is mine!"
” The man's voice was loud and slammed heavily on her heart, how did this man know that she wanted Yan Jiuming's life?
Is her hatred really so obvious?
But the man never asked her why she hated research, and never asked her anything about the palace, he didn't care about that.
However, he knew that she wanted Yan Jiuming's life.
"How do you know that I want Yan Jiuming's life?"
In the deep darkness, she restrained her voice so that there was no ripple at all, hiding all the sharpness and hatred in her words.
There was an emotionless voice from the low voice: "Little Four, you will always be in my game!"
” Her heart trembled, trembling uncontrollably.
What he meant by his words was that everything about her was under his control.
It's as simple as that. should know, he knows that everything she does, the hatred in her eyes, and the purpose of her entering the palace can't escape his control.
Maybe the only thing he didn't know was that she was Qin Xuanji.
The wind poured in through the window, shaking the tent violently, and in the blurry and rippling light and shadow, it was already lonely, and the man, I don't know when, had quietly disappeared into the darkness.
Perhaps, he is the darkness.
It's just chaos with those darkness.
Chongmen Huan sat on the bed, looking at the tumbling gauze tent, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
The air was still filled with the faint scent of sandalwood on his body, which could not be dispersed for a long time, as long as she remembered this smell, it was as if his deep eyes were still looking at her, making her feel bound everywhere.
Breaking the door will be a heart disease of hers.
If you want to get rid of this heart disease, it will take a long time.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Chang Ling stood under the eaves of the porch with an umbrella, and asked the heavy door standing in front: "Master, do you want to wait for the rain to stop before leaving?"
” The carriage in the yard was ready, pulled by four horses, and could run a long way.
The man standing under the eaves of the porch with his back to him looked at the rain that was blowing in the night, and said indifferently: "Go through the wind and rain!"
” Since he said this, Chang Ling didn't say anything more.
The other guards in the courtyard were wearing their robes to tidy up the horse team, and this time they were in a hurry to return to the cold city, and they could only rush back through thick and thin.
"The master has already said goodbye to the fourth lady?"
Chang Ling knew that Chongmen Jue had gone to see Chongmen Huan, and thought that Chongmen Jue was going to say goodbye to Chongmen Huan, so he asked casually.
Unexpectedly, Chongmen Jue shook his head.
The wind lantern shines through the rainy night, and Chongmen Jue stands in the light and shadow, looking particularly lonely: "She and that person are becoming more and more similar." ” That's what I miss the most.
Chang Ling couldn't help but feel sad secretly, what can make King Han remember like this, I'm afraid that only Chongmenhuan's face is the face.
He actually had some delusions, feeling that this time the heavy door would send the heavy door into the palace, and at the moment of parting, the heavy door seemed to be some, and he couldn't bear it.
It's an illusion.
"I hope that the fourth lady can be smarter than the seventh girl, and she can strategize in that deceitful harem, and she can't give her life in vain."
Saying this, Chang Ling realized that he had subconsciously mentioned the Seventh Girl again.