"We just have to wait now."
Seeing that Tsing Yi wanted to ask something, Chongmen Huan interrupted Tsing Yi's words lightly and ended the conversation.
In the evening, it began to rain on the horizon, and it was not the same as before, but it was very soft tonight, and at a glance, the palace seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of white mist, and everything became hazy.
This kind of weather is usually a little depressing.
During the whole day, several masters in the Chuxiu Palace were all safe, and they didn't hear any movement from Nalan Fei.
It feels like it's too honest.
The leak was flowing little by little, and the night in the palace, it was raining lightly, and the coolness penetrated into the cracks of people's bones, making people only shrink their bodies.
Chongmen Huan counted the time, and at this time, Chongmen Yan'er should have been sent to bed.
The lights in the warm pavilion were clearly extinguished, and the lights jumped and fell on the writing in her hand, and the green ink on the paper seemed to be haloed by the warm yellow light, which was particularly soft and moving.
In such a quiet night, she always remembered that when she was still Qin Xuanji, and when she and Yan Yue practiced martial arts on Yin Yang Mountain, they also had such a quiet night.
The lights fall quietly, and the words on the books exude a calming charm.
It's a pity that in this deep palace now, the tranquility she can get may only be tonight.
Just as her mind wandered wildly, she heard someone knocking on the door outside the courtyard, and from the sound of the knock, the person who came was very anxious.
So the action is also very chaotic, and the sound is a lot loud.
Chongmen Huan glanced at the leak, just at the right time.
At this time, it has been almost an hour since Chongmen Yan'er was sent to the Shangqing Palace, and if the emperor is lucky, it is estimated that Wushan has passed the clouds and rain.
It was the red clothes who were keeping vigil in the courtyard tonight, she quickly opened the door, and saw the woman with a cloak standing outside through the two palace lamps hanging in front of the door of Qinghuan Garden, and exclaimed in surprise: "Miss." ” "What about the fourth sister?"
Chongmen Yan'er's voice sounded very weak, and she looked weak, so she let the maid Peony help her to come to Chongmenhuan's warm pavilion.
She walked as fast as she could, her feet almost slashing across the ground, and the uppers of her shoes were mottled with mud.
Chongmen Huan, who heard Chongmen Yan'er's voice in the back room, hurriedly stood up, and saw Peony helping Chongmen Yan'er with a pale and weak face to come in, and he was also startled.
In the past, Chongmen Yan'er, no matter when, was a person who paid special attention to manners.
I always clean myself up very well and beautifully, clean, and look refreshed.
But tonight, she was out of order, with her hair scattered, her face so pale that there was no blood, she wore a thin nightgown and a cloak outside.
In a hurry, I knew that her lips were purple.
But she couldn't control it, when she came to Chongmenhuan, she held Chongmenhuan with both hands, and the weight of her body was all pressed on Chongmenhuan's body.
Chongmen Huan used some strength to support Chongmen Yan'er.
Just wanted to ask her what was going on, Chongmen Yan'er had already said in a dumb voice: "Fourth sister, that Nalan Fei is so bold, she actually replaced me and was sent to the Shangqing Palace." ”