Now, not only Yi Ruo, but also Shui Muqing, they all felt a chill in the depths of their hearts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Shui Muqing...... That's not what I mean. The voice wanted to come out several times, but it was swallowed several times, and finally came out, but it was still such a sentence that seemed to admit mistakes.

Du Weiwei's brows furrowed heavily, his eyes were slightly cold, and he turned to glare at He Xiao fiercely, although the meal was cold, but it was still delicious, and he had to blame Du Weiwei, he couldn't stop eating chopsticks at all.

Looking at He Xiao's heavy eyes, Du Weiwei's gaze was also for a moment, sinking all emotions. She could see that He Xiao was in a very bad mood at the moment.

Obediently put down the chopsticks, Du Weiwei's eyes narrowed slightly, no longer moved, and no longer spoke.

Du Weiwei could clearly feel that the chill of the man beside him was even worse.

Caught off guard, He Xiao's body stood up in an instant.

Du Weiwei's expression was obviously stunned for a long time, and then he slowly realized that the man had indeed stood up.

"Chinese New Year's Eve, the deadline."

He Xiao's hand stretched out towards Du Weiwei, and the tone of command in his voice fell extremely strictly, slamming heavily on Shui Muqing and Yi Ruo's hearts.

Du Weiwei was still stunned, not understanding what the current situation was, until Yu Guang caught a glimpse of He Xiao's hand stretched out towards him, then he came back to his senses, raised his eyes and glanced at He Xiao, without the slightest hesitation, put his hand into He Xiao's palm.

Standing up, Du Weiwei's eyes still wanted to look at the other two women and say something, but he felt a force from the man, so he pulled her hard, and then walked quickly and walked outside.

Du Weiwei didn't expect this conversation to end so hastily at all, and followed He Xiao to the door of the hall, frowning, and finally felt that there was something wrong.

The sky outside has long been dark, because of the Chinese New Year's Eve, although extremely important things have happened in the palace, but in this harem, there are still many palaces with their own small liveliness.

Du pulled He Xiao slightly, stopped his steps, held his hand tightly, looked back, and his voice fell deeply:

"You should know the prince's temperament, what to do, just do it."

After that, it was Du Weiwei who made a move, pulled He Xiao, and walked outside.

In just a moment's effort, the figures of a pair of beautiful people have disappeared in front of the Sanshui Palace.

Shui Muqing still sat quietly on the main seat as if nothing had happened, and even without blinking his eyes, he stared blankly at the food in front of him.

Yi Ruo's back was full of cold sweat, and her steps were stiff in place, she had been with the prince for so long, and she knew very well that he had already become a murderer before.

It wasn't until he had used his strength to suppress the anxiety and panic in his heart that Yi Ruo slowly moved his steps and sat down next to Shui Muqing again.

His fingers trembled, and he lifted and grasped the bowl in front of him.

After a long silence, Yi Ruo's voice slowly fell, and she could hear that she was trying her best to calm her mind.

"I'll take care of it."

Shui Muqing didn't seem to hear anything, still staring blankly in the direction in front of him.

"If there's anything you want to do, do it."

"You don't have to worry about Chinese New Year's Eve."

A long silence.

"I don't have anything to do. There was no worry either. ”

Shui Muqing's eyes finally turned slowly and looked at the calm woman beside her.

"Yi Ruo, with you, I don't have to worry about anything."

Yi Ruo's eyes were deep for a moment, and then he quickly moved away, no longer looking at Shui Muqing, but just cleared his throat: "Don't worry, I will send you out of the palace safely." ”

The smile on his lips was slightly hooked, Shui Muqing didn't speak again, and his hand painted with cyan Kodan was raised very slowly, stretching out towards the chopsticks.

Yi Ruo Yuguang always paid attention to Shui Muqing, and saw that she had already picked up the chopsticks and went to pick up the cold dish, her hand moved extremely quickly, and she held her hand down:

"It's cold."

With that, he got up and began to pick up the dishes, intending to go to the small kitchen to warm them up.

"No, I'll just eat less." Shui Muqing's voice was very soft, and the smile on his face was shallow, and he was even more weak.

Yi Ruo still wanted to hold on, but with a lowered eye, he had already seen the woman's deep helpless eyes, but he didn't say anything more, the food in his hand was put down, and the person sat back on the chair.

"Eat less, and I'll make some ginger tea later."

It's rare, and it's easy to say a word of concern. Immediately, he also picked up the chopsticks and ate with Shui Muqing.

In the front hall of the Sanshui Palace, there was silence, accompanied by two women, quietly, but full of gloom, eating the cold meal on the table.

The Yi people are astringent, and no one understands it.

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Coming out of the Sanshui Palace, He Xiao didn't say anything, and picked up Du Weiwei directly, with the wind under his feet, and walked towards the palace of the king.

Du Weiwei was also extremely well-behaved, holding He Xiao's waist with both hands, quietly nestled in his arms.

The wind in the air was very strong, and Du Weiwei's hair was blown up several times, and He Xiao's big palm was forced, and Du Weiwei's head was well protected.

Subconsciously, Du raised his head slightly and looked at He Xiao's face, his expression was up and down.

After about a quarter of an hour, the two of them had landed straight on the stairless building.

He Xiao still didn't say anything, and with a big step, he went straight into the house.

Du Weiwei stood under the porch, watching the man enter the room with a full body of anger, his vision flickered several times, he glanced back at the palace landform covered by snow, took a deep breath, and without hesitation, he also entered the house.

He Xiao's expression was gloomy, her body sat straight, and she leaned on the couch. Even Du Weiwei couldn't see what he was thinking for a while.

His thoughts sank, Du raised his hand slightly and rubbed his cheeks, then raised a thick smile and walked briskly in front of He Xiao:

"I haven't eaten anything tonight, I'm hungry, so tell the kitchen to make something and bring it to me."

There was silence.

"What do you want to eat? I saw you drank a lot of the new black-bone chicken soup I made last time, so I made them ......"

The words stopped suddenly. Because Du Weiwei had already seen He Xiao's black kernel that seemed to be soaked in ink, he had already raised it and looked at himself deeply.

Then, He Xiao's voice fell deeply.

"I want to kill her."

Du Weiwei's steps subconsciously wanted to retreat, but because he thought of the man's mood in front of him, he didn't move, standing in place, Du Weiwei's smile gradually put away:

"Who?"

"Shui Muqing."