He is very confident in the masterpiece that he has devoted his life to.

Jiang Li is perfect, her soul and pure spirit body are fused very smoothly, and it can be said that there is no flaw.

It's just a work of art, how can someone see through it?

It's just that a cold-blooded and ruthless person like Chongfeng has no way to understand true and pure feelings.

Some love, silently, without a trace, but as long as the slightest change can be captured by the other party.

Chongfeng, who has not been loved, can't experience these things no matter what.

This is his only flaw.

"That's fine. Jiang Li said, "As long as it doesn't affect my marriage with King Qin, it's fine." ”

When it came to marriage, a gloom flashed in Chongfeng's eyes.

"What's wrong, has there been any change in the marriage?" Jiang Li asked anxiously.

"No, of course not, it will be as usual. ”

Jiang Li raised a smile, a little naïve, she grabbed Chongfeng's hand, "What kind of person is King Qin?" I want to meet him first. ”

"Jiang Li, you will become the queen of King Qin, and you will have time to get along with him in the future, so why rush for a while? If you are in a hurry to see him, what if you show your feet?" Chong Feng lowered his face and said sternly.

Jiang Li gritted his teeth, "I'm just curious, if you don't see it, you won't see it, but can the marriage date be faster? I've waited for so many years, how long will I have to wait?"

"I've waited for so many years, so what's the point of waiting a few more days. Chongfeng patted her shoulder gently, "Okay, let Qingtong apply a little medicine to your neck, and have a good rest." ”

*****

In the cold night, I don't know when, the fine snow fell again, and the dark sky seemed to be inadvertently sprinkled with countless flower petals.

In the city of Xianyang, every house closed its doors and windows to prevent the cold from invading, and no one appeared on the streets except for the patrolling soldiers.

On the empty street, the figure of the black-robed young man suddenly appeared and disappeared, and he walked through the huge Xianyang City, the streets and alleys, looking for it everywhere.

Slave, slave, where have you been?

Why did that familiar aura disappear? Who is doing it this time?

"Lord Tan Jiu, what are you looking for?" Silly Mao finally caught up with Tan Jiu's pace, and couldn't wait to ask.

I've been looking for it all night, and I've walked all over Xianyang City, and Lord Tan Jiu doesn't seem to have the intention of stopping.

"Where did the slaves go?"

In the falling snow, Tan Jiu slowly turned his face, his pale and colorless face, and the faint epiphany on his face, were full of sadness.

Dull Mao blinked and said, "That stinky woman, isn't she in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"She's not!" Tan Jiu said angrily, "She's not my slave!"

Dumb hair can't understand, how can it not?

However, what Tan Jiu said must be right, since it is not Chongkui, then it is not.

"Then where did Chongkui go, could it be that he still didn't come back from Weiguo?" Dull Mao just said casually.

"That's right!" Tan Jiu's eyes lit up, "It was Chongfeng who tricked me here, the slave must still be defending the country!

"Lord Tan Jiu! Lord Tan Jiu!" Before the stupid hair could react, Tan Jiu had already disappeared again.

Don't wait for him, he's just a puppet, how can a puppet run fast?

**

Outside Xianyang City, on the high hillside, you can still overlook the whole picture of Xianyang City at a glance.