The crown prince, who showed half of his cheeks under the shadow of the lamp, knew that he had fallen into the emperor's trap, and the guards he sent to burn Xixuan were like taking the initiative to feed Xinli's food.

The steward originally wanted to ask for instructions to be calm when he acted next, but the thousands of things in his heart were complicated, and he was still careless when he surged up, so that his voice trembled for a while, "The old slave will send someone to chase them." ”

"Go after them?" said the prince, laughing, "isn't that exactly what they want? I ask you, the clothes you wore when you let those guards go? ”

"Exactly!" After answering the prince's question, the steward looked at his prince with some surprise, and this look, he really saw the smile on the prince's face. Unexpectedly, at this time, the prince did not mess up, and when he saw the smile on half of his side face, the steward was inexplicably a little more flustered.

"You want to ask me, how do you know that those night-walking clothes are placed in the outermost part of the storeroom, because I sent someone to put them in again. ”

The prince turned around slowly, so that the steward could see the smile on his whole face, "Don't worry, they won't find us, because the night clothes worn by those guards who went there were all soaked in sulfur, and when they set the fire, even if they couldn't burn the real Xixuan, they would set themselves on fire." ”

The prince looked at the door behind the steward that was not tightly closed, and sneered, "We will draw this game." How could I throw in the towel so quickly?"

Ming Qi glanced at the guards who were kneeling in front of his desk and kept begging for mercy, his eyes were slightly condensed, there was an awe-inspiring luster like a blade, and he released it from it, but his voice somehow sounded like a little grinning, "I have never left room for my subordinates, and you should have fought for it yourself." ”

"Your subordinates......," the guard said in a painful voice.

"Go get the knife!" we said before. Let's be a master in my next life!" Ming Qi couldn't bear to listen to it anymore.

The guard couldn't stand on his knees, and his pale face pale to the ground. Then, stiffening his body, he was dragged out by the more guards who poured in from outside. It became as quiet as death again.

Changle, who was standing on the side, bit his lip so that the shaking sound of his upper and lower teeth did not come out. But a delicate little face is also reddened because of this.

Ming Qi's sharp gaze turned into a gentle luster when he turned to Changle. She really resembled, the glow of her cheeks in the warm light matched the imprints in the depths of his memory, why couldn't he really empathize, unless he was someone who loved carefree calculations and ambitions. He silently persuaded himself not to think about anything else, but to soak up this moment when everything was fine.

Then, he left his seat and walked towards Changle. Changle lowered her head and didn't look at what he was doing, but she could obviously rely on Ming Qi's shadow on the ground to judge that he walked over, and she leaned back a little fearfully.

Ming Qi gently circled her body with his hand. By the time she found out, she was already trapped in his arms, and Ming Qi was putting her head against her weak shoulder socket, "Don't leave me again!" his breath crept into her ears. The voice that sounded irreversible just now was gently scattered in every inch of soft light emitted by the flower lamp without the slightest strength. Dragged his long tail across the edge of the dream.

She raised her eyes timidly and moved her lips. It seems like he wanted to say something about it. He stretched out his finger and pressed her lips, "Don't answer, what you say is not counted." Just be sure with your heart!" and their eyes met. The gentleness in Ming Qi's eyes cooled down minute by minute, and when it was about to condense into ice, it suddenly became gentle again. He turned her body around and hugged her from behind. Close your eyes slowly, "It's hard to deceive a person's heart. You're doing a good job now. The man in his arms trembled.

"Don't be afraid. If I don't say it, you're in danger. I tell you everything, which in itself is a decision, a decision to accept you. Then he rubbed the stiff shoulder of the person in his arms, who didn't know how to react, "First of all, don't be afraid of me." In the light and shadow of the candle was Ming Qi's already awkward face, and when he let go of Changle, he touched the stiff smile on his face. A look of chagrin appeared in his eyes.

Changle obviously didn't take his previous words seriously. As soon as he got the gap, he got out of his arms. A vague disappointment rose in his eyes, "What do they describe me in front of you? fierce, murderous, or human-faced and well-dressed! Or is it something more unpalatable?"

Originally, Changle, who tried his best to hide his panic, was completely frightened and lowered his head to avoid his gaze. "It seems that they really said it, but did they even use the same words? Definitely a voyeur to cherish. If I frighten them and make them stop living from it, I'll be the one who gets bored! I mean sympathy, you know?" he looked at her. In addition to dazed and frightened, there was more curiosity in her eyes. It's like the jelly bean his mother raised, wondering why his mother was shaking the fresh fish in her hand. His gaze fell on her palm, which seemed excessively thick, "Are you literate?" she hung her head and shook it. Perhaps it was the first time he had such an experience, and Ming Qi restrained his disappointment?。??

He thought in his heart that it wouldn't be good, that it wouldn't be right. A woman's lack of talent is virtue, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence before, but he knew it after experiencing it, and it was indeed a wise saying. If he hadn't read so many books and understood so many truths, he wouldn't have been so successful in navigating around his mother, and then, he immediately thought angrily, he didn't want to think about that name again. Or should you turn your resentment towards her into love for the woman in front of you. It is in the form of revenge for worry-free.

The other voice was faster than these to deny his thoughts, and Carefree had been tricked away by Hezhou, and she had done nothing wrong.

Then when Mingqi lowered his head, he found that Changle was constantly playing a rope flipping game with a brocade belt hanging from her clothes, but she was already playing well with herself. He saw that his gaze stretched slightly, and when Yizhen was young, he would often pester him to play with this. "Do you want me to help you, that looks too awkward, I'm good at this. ”

Ming Qi's sudden voice seemed to startle Changle, so of course she didn't understand what Ming Qi just said? In fact, Ming Qi had already seen that she didn't quite understand eight of the ten sentences she said to her. But because of fear, the other half really can't understand.

But Mingqi went to pull the ribbon in her hand with his own hands. When Changle retracted his fingers in a panic, Mingqi had already turned his fingers into a trick and showed her. But that's a simple rope. So Changle, who usually plays this game less, suddenly saw how to solve it, and also changed the previous panic,