Qin Rufeng listened, his spine cold.
Three days.
Seeing that the guards of Qinghuan Yuan had been killed tonight, Chongmen Huan and the maids beside her couldn't provide any useful information except that they knew that these guards did it tonight.
How could he find the killer in three days?
I never thought that for the sake of re-opening, Yan Jiuming would care so much.
Deng Sui waved the dust in his hand, smiling cunningly, everything seemed to him to be very ordinary, and said leisurely: "The emperor is staying in Qinghuan Yuan tonight, Qin Dutong, you better hurry up and take your people down to investigate the case, three days will pass in a blink of an eye." ” Sounds like this, and I feel a little gloating.
Qin Rufeng turned around without saying a word, waved his hand and ordered: "Go!"
” With his people, they left Qinghuan Yuan in a grand manner.
The charcoal fire in the charcoal stove in the warm pavilion has burned out, and the Tsing Yi who kept vigil tonight is gone, and no one will come to add coal, so cold on a spring night, there is a strong smell of blood in the air, which makes people feel cold to the bone.
Yan Jiuming hugged her, and walked into the heavy gauze tent step by step, the wind blew in from the unclosed window, and he always felt that this scene was infinitely desolate.
She let him hold her, curled up motionless in his arms.
The cool fragrance on a man's body is a smell that he can't get away from for many years. and a faint jade fragrance, stained on the robe, unable to disperse.
Chongmen hated the smell of his body, and hated the way she was lying in his arms at the moment, all because she hated this man very much.
However, she knows that now, she has to endure.
This is the time when she should show weakness, and it is much better to win in silence and calmly than to be arrogant, or at least, it is much safer to be quiet.
He carried her step by step to the bed, and the only light in the room was the thin light that came in through the window.
He heard her in a dumb voice in his arms and asked him, "Why did Tsing Yi die?"
” The crying voice was hoarse and low, unable to hide the panic and fear.
The man lowered his head to look at the little man in his arms, and she looked up from his arms and looked at him with those starry eyes.
Sad, sad, real, not the slightest falsehood.
At this moment, her sadness is real, and Yan Jiuming's distress is also true.
It is said that the emperor is as careful as a solid stone, not sad or happy, ruthless and unrighteous, and he can be invincible in the world.
In this way, we can achieve the hegemony of the ages.
He has always done this, and half of his life of affection has become ruthless.
Unexpectedly, the ruthlessness was even more heartbroken.
"This is the harem."
He raised his head and looked straight ahead, his lips moving, his voice cold.
The current Chongmen Huan may not understand what kind of place the harem is, but time and reality will teach her that this harem is a place of death.
The girl's face was extremely white, stained with the blood of Tsing Yi, and her cheeks were a touch of red.
It's just that this smear of red looks particularly alarming.
She seemed to be scared, her body trembled, and she raised her head and asked him in a weak voice: "I don't like this harem, can I not be the queen?"
” The man's footsteps stood still, and his gaze staring straight ahead remained motionless.
She could see his cold and hard jaw line, which was so calm and cold, and his thin lips opened coldly: "No!
” "Why?"
The man carried her forward again, and in the tumbling white gauze tent, the figures of the two people loomed.
His voice was unusually clear and decisive: "Because I want you to be the mother of the world!"
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