A chill came from under his feet in the dimness, along the leg bones, all the way up to the neck.

So the hairs stood on end, and the roots pierced people, as if they had seen a ghost.

Murong Shu gasped heavily, and the more he gasped, the more rapid his voice became, as if his throat was blocked and it was difficult to breathe. He leaned against the door, his legs limp, and slowly slumped to the ground.

It's even colder on the ground.

The bone-chilling floor tiles soon froze his face blue.

His mind was full of what Fourth Master Murong had just said.

- Mrs. Jing Ningbo's madness has been cured, and it is right to meet and say hello.

He has been staying in Luoyi and has not been in Beijing for many years, but now that he has arrived in Beijing, it is indeed time to visit him at the end of the year. But he really, at all, did not want to meet Mrs. Jing Ningbo......

Once met, who knows what will happen?

Murong Shu sat on the ground, his legs bent, and hugged his knees tightly.

He hid in the darkness and remembered King Xinling again.

Speaking of which, King Xinling is still his savior.

If it hadn't been for King Xinling, who happened to pass by and found them killed, he would not have survived.

After being rescued, King Xinling personally sent him back to Luoyi.

The people of Luoyi's own family thought that they were all dead, but they didn't expect to see them alive, and they were all surprised.

I am also grateful to King Xinling.

But gratitude is gratitude, and in the second year, Emperor Jianyang led his troops into Xiangguo, and no one remembered this gratitude.

The name of King Xinling has since been linked to the Restoration Army.

No one dared to mention it again.

Now that I heard that the king of Xinling was in Luoyi, the people of the Murong family were even more afraid, trembling with fear, and all the past kindness was empty.

It can be seen that there is never absolute goodness in this world......

Murong Shu trembled, and even his teeth began to tremble.

He ripped the mask off his face.

The criss-crossing scars underneath look like a pair of embroidered patterns. If you touch it with your hand, you can feel the tragedy of the needle drop. To this day, he still dreams about what happened that day.

The dazzling cold light of the sword was more terrifying than lightning.

The hideous rubble beneath him grinded his face piece by piece, and it also grinded his soul.

Such an ugly face can only be born in evil spirits.

Although he is still alive, he is already a ghost inside.

A ghost, dressed in human skin, walks in the world, naturally fearing day and night.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, Murong Shu suddenly came back to his senses, his breath stagnated, and he quickly got up from the ground.

His posture was unsightly on all fours, but it worked so well that by the time he approached, he was already sitting at the table. The sound of breathing slowly calmed down, and he heard a knock on the door.

The servants spoke outside the door to bring food in.

He took a deep breath and raised his voice, "Come in." As he spoke, he stood up and walked in the direction of the lamp.

Behind him, there was a "squeak-" sound, the door opened, and two maids walked in with food boxes.

Murong Shu lit the lamp and turned to look at them.

One is taller and one is shorter, one is white and one is black, one is unfamiliar, and one is familiar.

He pursed his lips and told them to put things down.

The tall, white-skinned maid looked around while taking something out of the food box, and said strangely: "Childe, why didn't you light the lamp?

Murong Shu smiled a little embarrassedly and did not speak.

Shaoqing's dining table was set, and when the two maids were about to retreat with the empty food boxes one after the other, he spoke.

He called softly, "Wan Tao".

The two maids glanced at each other, and the tall, white-skinned one went out first.

The maid who stayed behind put down the food box and sighed: "You don't have an appetite?"

She was born with an ordinary appearance, but her voice is very beautiful, and Huang Li Bailing is nothing more than that. is a short question, and when it comes out of her mouth, it is inexplicably ironed.

Murong Shu pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at the table full of food without the slightest intention of moving chopsticks, he really had no appetite. Even though the food was hot and fragrant, his stomach remained indifferent.

He looked at the food and felt disgusted.

But this disgusting is also dry and empty.

He whispered, "Serve me a bowl of soup." ”

The maidservant named Wan Tao answered, and while taking a bowl and spoon of soup, she said, "The fourth master has trained you?"

Murong Shu shook his head: "When did the fourth uncle train me......

Wan Tao put the soup bowl in his hand: "Since it's not because of this, why do you look sad?"

Murong Shu tugged at the corners of his mouth and tried to laugh at her, but he still looked sad and uneasy when he laughed.

Wan Tao looked at it, but smiled first: "The slave maid heard that someone from Jingningbo Mansion came to see the fourth master today?"

Murong Shu grabbed the spoon and scooped it around in the bowl: "Yes......"

His voice grew softer and softer, so light that he couldn't breathe.

Wan Tao heard that something was wrong.

Before this, she had never been to the capital, but she always knew the name of Jingningbo Mansion. There is a girl in Nafu who is the future wife of the second son of Murong.

She also knew that her son-in-law didn't like that girl at all.

But the words of the parents and the matchmaker said that the marriage contract is here, and they will still be married in the future.

"Isn't it a good thing that the people from Jingningbo Mansion came to see the fourth master? Why are you not happy?"

Wan Tao carried chopsticks to Murong Shu's dishes, and the dishes were all things he liked to eat.

Murong Shu put down the spoon in his hand and turned to get the chopsticks.

He still had no appetite.

But it has come to this, if you don't eat, will you starve to death?

If that's the case, why should he live a few more years, it's better to die in the first place.

He ate a chopstick dish and said in a low voice: "Jing Ningbo wants to withdraw from the marriage." ”

Wan Tao's hand holding the chopsticks froze in the air, her eyes widened, and she said in surprise: "Then, the fourth master agreed?"

Murong Shu's face was ugly, and his tone was low: "No." ”

He really ...... I didn't want to go to Jingningbo Mansion to visit Jiang at all......

Since Jing Ningbo is determined to withdraw from his family, what can he do if he goes to see the Jiang family?

Murong Shu regretted it very much.

When the fourth uncle said that he would take him to Beijing, he should pretend to be sick. He should never be near the capital.

The cold in the capital really made his bones hurt......

He looked at Wan Tao under the lamp, revealing a helpless look.

Outside the window, the night is getting darker.

The sky above Jingningbo Mansion was still very bright.

The Qi family's dinner began to be eaten at dusk, and it was still not dispersed until this hour.

Qi Yuanzhang sat in the middle, and the daughters of the Qi family sat in turn.

The second girl, Qi Ying, and the fourth girl, Qi Mo, sat together.

Without Sanniang, there was no partition in the middle, and the two leaned together.

Taiwei sat on the other side, and on the side was Siniang's half-sister Liuniang.

The remaining Xiao Qi was placed by Qi Yuanzhang at the other end, opposite him. In such a position, Xiao Qi originally didn't dare to sit, but he said, "Sit, sit, let you sit, I'll be angry if you don't sit."

Xiao Qi had no choice but to sit down.