The sun is setting on the horizon, the wind in the jungle is blowing, and before you know it, late autumn has passed.

When Sikong Huang flew and landed on the carriage, a heart that had been lifted for three days finally fell back to the bottom of his heart.

"Finally found you. ”

Squatted down, cautiously stretched out his hand and touched Sikong Xiao's cheek, and at the end, he stretched out his hand and probed Sikong Xiao's wrist, feeling the thin vein, and the chill in his eyes instantly skyrocketed.

"The subordinates are derelict in their duties, please punish the master. ”

More than a dozen black-clothed people quietly appeared outside the carriage, and they were the ones who were led away by Gu Yao in the first place.

"Go to the torture hall yourself and receive the punishment. ”

Sikong Huang snorted coldly, leaned over and hugged Sikong Xiao, turned around and stepped on it and flew up, after Sikong Huang left, the Ice Spirit Sword inserted in Gu Qi's body also slashed through the dense forest with a buzz, and followed Sikong Huang into the luxury flying machine that stopped in the air, and the last dozen or so black-clothed people honestly stood outside the flying machine, flying all the way back to the clan land.

*

In the aircraft, Sikong Xiao was gently placed on a soft bed by Sikong Huang, carefully helped her scratch her wrists and ankles with medicine, and then took out the incense burner that was placed next to Sikong Xiao's bed and lit the incense...

The cyan smoke emanated from the incense burner, with a strong medicinal fragrance, which did not smell good.

Sikong Xiao naturally didn't really fall asleep, as soon as she saw the white-clothed figure appear, she decided to stare and sleep, she couldn't tell what she felt, but when the familiar fragrance surrounded her, her heart was surprisingly peaceful.

The night was dark, and Sikong Huang kept watch by the bed for most of the night, during which he changed the medicinal fragrance countless times, but Sikong Huang didn't know... Those people lying on the bed didn't inhale the medicinal fragrance at all, and they didn't know that Sikong Xiao hadn't fallen asleep at all, but had been lying quietly...

Looking at Sikong Xiao's well-behaved and quiet sleeping face, Sikong Huang couldn't help laughing, smiling and laughing, his eyes were full of tears...

A shallow laugh swept past her ears, and Sikong was stunned for a moment, what was she laughing at?

Secretly opened a gap in his eyes, and looked through the night pearls inlaid around, only to see Sikong Huang was facing away from him, his thin body had been trembling, and after carefully identifying it for a while, Sikong Xiao's heart sank down suddenly, she was... Crying?

"Smile, I'm sorry... Sister Huang, I'm sorry for you..."

The broken voice sounded in his ears, Sikong Xiao immediately closed his eyes again, although he couldn't see it, but his five senses were extremely sensitive, a pair of cold hands trembled and untied his clothes, his chest was cold, Sikong Xiao a pair of long eyelashes trembled slightly...

Sikong Huang still kept saying sorry, her originally cold voice was so hoarse that she could barely hear that it was Sikong Huang's voice, Sikong Xiao listened to it so that her chest was stuffy, just when she couldn't stand it and was about to speak...

"Poof..."

It was that familiar voice again, Sikong Xiao only felt a chill in his heart, and before the pain spread, the warm liquid was already rushing out.

It turned out to be true.

It turned out that this is what was written on the note ...

Drain the heart and take blood.

The blood in his heart flowed out little by little, and the belated sharp pain came from every nerve ending, Sikong Xiao opened his eyes slightly, and looked down at the dagger stuck in his heart.

It's very special, crystal clear, chilly, like Sikong Huang's Ice Spirit Sword... And the dagger blade is sharp and thin, like an awl, it should be convenient to take blood...

Sikong Xiao's thoughts began to drift, she felt that her soul was about to leave her body, and the strange thing was... This feeling made her feel inexplicably familiar, as if it was not the first time.

"Smack..."

The subtle voice forcibly pulled back Sikong Xiao's departing soul, let's da, let's go...

The scorching liquid fell on his forehead, and the sound in his ears instantly became clear.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The people next to him cried miserably, hugging their bodies and trembling violently, Sikong smiled and pulled the corners of his lips, and the smile deepened.

I'm sorry?

Did it work?

In the bottomless eyes, the smile became more and more crazy, but in just a moment, the crazy smile was replaced by endless chill and yin owl...

Sikong Huang left in a hurry with Sikong Xiao, no one knew, after Sikong Huang left, a girl in a colorful skirt came here, she looked at the person who was no longer breathing under the carriage, and said: "Second son Meng, thank you." ”

Yes, before Gu Qi was accepted by Sikong Huang as a stand-in, his real name was Meng Er, and he was the number one son of the Chuxuan Pavilion of the Liang Kingdom.

Meng Er and Liang Fanjin had a relationship, and since then a heart has fallen on this gentle and understanding princess, but why is the person you want to be the princess of a country, and he... The number one son of Chu Xuan Pavilion, to put it bluntly, is just a royal male prostitute for the royal nobles to enjoy.

This very different identity, Meng Er could only hide this love in his heart, until he inadvertently heard Miss Huang of the Gu family's lineage recruiting people who looked similar to her...

There was no one around, Liang Fanjin slowly raised his eyes, still wearing a colorful skirt in the wind, a pair of obsidian eyes were shining, but the eyes reflecting the stars in the sky were full of frightening desire at the moment.

The sky was completely dark, and Liang Fanjin was motionless in the howling wind, his eyes were dark...

Gu Huang, everything you have today will one day be my Liang Fanjin. Miss Xiaoxiao, the Gu family, the Jin family, Liang Guo... All of it, all of it, I want it.

Who would have thought that Liang Fanjin, the empress of Liang State, who has always been gentle and kind, upright and decisive, would have such a look? And poor Meng Ergongzi probably couldn't imagine how he was taken in by Sikong Huang as a stand-in by mistake...

Scold... The most ruthless, the imperial family.

*

Ancient family

Sikong Xiao leaned lazily on the head of the bed, and in front of him were two trembling little girls, looking like they were going to cry, as if Sikong Xiao was going to eat them.

"I want to eat hot pot. ”

"But, but the slave maid asked the dining room, and they really didn't know what hot pot was..."

"I don't care, I'm going to eat hot pot, if you don't make it for me, I'll tell Sister Huang that you are bullying me!"

"Miss Xiaoxiao, don't!" The two little girls were so frightened that they knelt down in front of the bed and kowtowed desperately, "... If Miss says this, the master of the house will definitely kill us! I beg Miss to spare the lives of the slaves and maids!"

"That's it, forget it..."Sikong smiled with a pity on his face, "But Sister Huang likes to eat hot pot the most... If you can do it, she will be very happy, and maybe if she is happy, she will make you her personal maid!"

The personal maid of the head of the house?!

The eyes of the two little girls suddenly lit up, Sikong Xiao hooked her lips when she saw this, and her tone was tempting, "I heard that there are a lot of people from Chen Guolai in the torture hall, you can go and ask." ”

"Thank you, Miss Xiaoxiao, for your advice!" the two girls smiled and thanked Sikong with excitement on their faces, and then rushed to the torture hall, the speed was even faster than reincarnation!

Do you want to be that person's maid so much? Sikong Xiao pursed his lips disdainfully, closed his eyes lazily, and half an hour later, the two maids from before came back, and the moment he saw Sikong laughing, one of the maids slashed the other maid with a knife in his hand, and stepped forward...

"Master. ”

Sikong smiled and opened his eyes, and his tone was frivolous: "Dazhi, why are you still the same? I don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, what should I do if I can't find a wife in the future?"