Green Yi suddenly felt that his eyes were a little moist.
She could see that the relationship between Chongmenhuan and Qin Xuanji must be extremely deep.
In the faint candle flame, Chongmenhuan had already turned around, as if he had raised his sleeves to wipe the corners of his eyes, no matter how restrained he was, there should be tears.
Just when she wanted to turn around and follow Chongmen Huan out, there was suddenly an extra hand on her head, and Chongmen Huan's movements were very fast, pressing her head down stiffly.
Quite a little she crouched down.
Then the wind lantern in his hand has been extinguished by Chongmenhuan.
"Someone's coming!"
Chongmenhuan's voice sounded like a mosquito in his ears.
Lu Yidun felt a shock, she had martial arts, but she didn't feel that someone was coming.
And Shigemen Huan felt it so quickly.
Her hand was pulled, and Chongmenhuan pulled her, quickly shuttling through the tumbling veil, and then, almost as familiar as he knew the way, pulled her to the window, and then climbed out of the window with her.
I closed the window a little.
The bodies of the two people fell to the ground, and they lay outside in the drowsy night, and they did not dare to move.
Underneath the window was a bush of plantains with large leaves stretched out, covering the two men, and in the dark night, low insect chirping and the endless sound of the wind could be heard.
No other sound was heard.
Immediately after hearing the door of the temple being pushed open, some light came out of the temple.
Someone is coming.
Chongmen Huan made a gesture, and then the two of them slowly got up, looking through the gap in the unclosed window, and the green clothes glanced at it, and almost screamed.
Fortunately, she suppressed it in time.
He said in extreme shock with his lips: "It's the King of Cold!"
” Chongmen Huan squinted his eyes and looked inside, and saw that in the midst of the hazy veil of streamers, the man slowly entered with a four-corner palace lamp, walking calmly step by step.
Covered in the mist of the night, the golden mask revealed a cold reflection.
He stopped in the veil, and did not take a step towards the innermost step.
The tall and thin man stood there straight, covered in a soft dim light, but this person could not make people see the slightest softness.
Even if he was roasted in a fire, he was a thousand-year-old ice that would be difficult to melt.
Beneath the ice, lies a heart of stone.
The fire is indestructible, the ice feeds, and the eternal cold.
From this angle of her, she couldn't see the man's eyes, and she could only see the jawline exposed under the mask becoming more and more cold and hard, and her jaw was slightly raised.
It seemed that at the moment when he stood there, still, a mocking, cold, and eerie smile crossed the man's lips.
It was fleeting, which made Chongmen Huan think that he had just seen it wrong.
It was after this flash of smile that the man finally walked in.
Through several layers of veil, she could only see the man's back, facing the wind lamp in his hand, the back was a large area of darkness, and the long shadow hit the veil, inexplicably adding a sense of loneliness.
There was only one doubt in her heart: what was Chongmen Jue doing here in the middle of the night?
He should be in the Chongmen Mansion at this moment, not in the palace.
Without the emperor's summons, how could he enter the palace?
What's more, here, is the harem.
But after thinking about it, this man has great powers, and it shouldn't be difficult to enter the palace.
Originally, she wanted to take advantage of tonight to burn down the entire Linglong Palace, but she didn't expect to be interrupted by the heavy door, and her plan fell through.