During the day, Yan Jiuming asked Deng Sui to send an egg-sized night pearl to her Qinghuan Garden.
Deng Sui smiled and told her that it was the emperor who accompanied her in her Qinghuan Garden all night and found that it was too dark at night, and the candlestick was a little far away from the bed, so she was afraid that she would wake up in the middle of the night and not see it, and she would fall.
So he sent him a pearl of the night and hung it on her bedside gauze.
When Deng Sui said this, the essence in the cross-eyed eyes flashed, and he looked at Chongmen Huan and said meaningfully: "Little master of Chongmen, you will definitely have a bright future in the harem." ” Chongmen Huan laughed mockingly in his heart, Yan Jiuming just regarded her as a pawn to kill Chongmenjue, even if Chongmenjue came back this time, he lost to Chongmenjue. had to let her stay in the position of the queen for a while.
But sooner or later, she will not be able to stand in this position.
I'm afraid I won't even be able to save my life.
Where is the future?
At this moment, this night pearl was hanging on the bed tent at the head of the bed, emitting a faint soft light, hitting the golden mask with cold light on the heavy door, and she actually saw that the deep eyes behind the man's mask were unprovoked softness.
It wasn't like the one she knew.
She is just a person who is cheap, and she can't see others treating her well.
So after Chongmen, who had been indifferent to her in every way, suddenly became a little mild, she felt not joy, but a slight trepidation.
I always feel that behind this man's gentle eyebrows, there is a murderous intention.
"What do you want to do today?"
She watched him warily, silently pondering his thoughts.
However, this man was hiding too deeply, and she had no way to explore it.
Chongmen looked at her with a frown, and suddenly said half-truthfully: "You know, if I lose this time, I will die!"
” "Then why did you come back?"
She really didn't know why he had come to talk to her tonight.
The light of the night pearl sprinkled down, and his dark robe seemed to be lit up with countless stars, and little by little in her eyes.
"If I die, you won't live, are you afraid?"
He stretched out his hand, and the slightly cool fingers suddenly swept over her somewhat messy hair, and the movements were strangely gentle.
In such a silent night, the man's fingertips slid over her hair, and she felt her heart tremble.
This belongs to two intimate people, and she and Chongmen are intolerable.
She replied truthfully: "Of course I'm afraid, I've always been most afraid of death." ” Shigemon looked at her, and in the faint soft light, the girl sat on the bed, wearing a thin white nightdress, and her long hair poured down her shoulders like flowing water.
The delicate eyebrows, the good-looking appearance, and that person are really too similar.
He looked a little dazed.
In such a night, he didn't know if he said these words, whether he said it to Chongmen Huan or to that person?
Or, in his heart, Chongmenhuan is her, she is Chongmenhuan.
"You're honest."
Chongmen said lightly: "Since you are afraid of death, this king will give you a plan to ensure that you can escape from this disaster." ” That's what he's here for?
"You make it clear."
The man looked down at her, his eyes behind the mask spread coldly, not focused at all, he seemed to be looking at her, but she felt that he was not looking at her at all.
What he sees, what he wants to see.
In his cool, deep and boundless eyes, she heard his voice be hoarse and low, with a charming taste: "When the time comes, you will kill me with your own hands!"
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