In the secret room on the third floor, Lu Qi's face turned slightly pale, and said, "Master, this matter..."

"It doesn't matter. The reason for the white lady is good, and she has also grown. Tu Weiguo didn't seem to notice that Lu Qi was nervous, and his tone was always friendly and lazy.

Lu Qi breathed a sigh of relief and followed Tu Weiguo out of the secret passage.

The design of the Qing building is very exquisite, and the structure of the small and medium-sized buildings in the building is rigorous, and from the outside, it is no different from other ordinary buildings. Even Lei Shangshu, who was born in a family of construction in the Ministry of Industry, couldn't see the mystery in it.

When Ye Tu brought back Yurong with a shadow guard under the command of the country, he immediately thought of the secret room called Linglong in the middle of the Qing Building. Why did you think of it at the time? Because, he is not sure that his people can bring back Yurong.

It's not that he is afraid of Rong Yuan's strength, the road he decided to take, although it is to risk the world's disapproval, but for the obsession in his heart to be recognized, he is a god blocking and killing God, and a Buddha blocking and killing Buddha, not to mention that Rong Yuan is not a god and Buddha.

He was afraid that he would relent when he faced her.

Unscrupulous, step by step, only caring about one of their own hearts has been selfish for so many years, once there are other concerns, how happy is it, and how painful is it?

Fortunately, she woke up really as Lu Qi said, as she seemed to have forgotten something.

Thinking of the inadvertent girl between her eyebrows, without the alienation that made him reluctant to get close, Tu Weiguo put a smile on his face.

This time, it was probably the greed of God who favored him.

Exquisite.

Yurong glanced at the melon seed skin and peanut shell on the table, and pinched his waist. Eyebrows raised slightly, she seems to be too good at eating lately?

She got up and stretched, and walked to the door. Pulled the door, and sure enough, it was locked again.

She really looks like a canary that Tu is pampered by the country. Eating, drinking, and having fun, and occasionally when he came, she would say a few words and lose her temper, as long as she was in the cage, she could do anything.

The living room is gorgeous, with a gold cup and silver silk brocade quilt. The jade is exquisite, the coral is red, and even the ground is a thin cool blanket woven from fine ice silk.

Tsk, it's really a tyrannical thing. Just throw it out, ordinary people have enough to eat and drink for several lifetimes, and put it here for her as a plaything. She thinks that she is still not as charming and peerless as Gillian in the Han Dynasty, nor is she as powerful as her mother.

What should I do if I can't get out, what if I can't get out?

Yurong leaned against the wall. Looking at the junzi orchid with buds emerging from the pot, he was in a daze.

"Miss is really interested."

A deserted female voice said with a slight mockery. As soon as I heard it, I knew that the person who came was not a good stubble.

"Oh." Yurong answered lazily, without glancing at it, and continued to flip with the wide leaves of Junzi Orchid with her fingers.

"Doesn't Miss want to ask me how do you get out?" She doesn't mind Yurong's attitude, after all, the past is there, and the present is more important, isn't it?

Yurong looked at her, smiled politely, and said, "The door is open." It's good to go, but not to send. If you can come in, I can get out. If you can let me out, why do you have to wait for me to ask, won't I tell you if I don't ask? You're going to say you don't have any purpose, and the weasels don't believe you, this one," she blinked, "What do you call Miss?" ”

"You don't know who I am?"

"I know you well? Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief. Yurong said a series of words, and she felt that she was really a spoiled Miss Bahu, and it was difficult for her to stay here and continue to grind with her.

He Yixin smiled slightly, it seemed that she really didn't remember something. And no wonder... No wonder he still won't let go...

That day, I happened to hear the girls in the back yard talking, saying that Lu Qi was sent to serve the girl who had not yet married her grandfather, her heart was cold, and she was full of unwillingness to turn over and over, and wanted to see what kind of woman entered his eyes, so he took advantage of the fact that he stole the key when he went to Lu Qi's room last night, and now he looks at it, and it is still Yurong!

There seemed to be some comfort in his heart, after all, there was no new person in his heart; comforted and inexplicably brought a trace of jealousy, what is good about her, let him never forget, so that he can't see his heart all these years.

"It doesn't matter what I call it. Does the girl want to leave here? "He Yixin made up her mind and let her go, she still has a chance, right?

Yurong squinted, and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a smiling shadow behind her, and said in a brisk tone: "Of course I want to go out, I'm almost stuffy in this room all day." ”

"That..."

"You're trying to take me out?" Yurong glanced at her mockingly, and said, "Is Miss He stupid to see me?" Slaughter... Hmph, he said he wouldn't let me go out, I naturally wouldn't go out, although I don't know why he didn't let me out, anyway, he didn't let me go out, I didn't go out, I came, although I really wanted to go out. ”

Yurong said a long list, and He Yixin only heard her keep saying the word "go out", and her head was bigger.

"You like him?" He Yi calmed down and looked straight into Yurong's eyes.

Yurong looked at her without fear: "Does this have anything to do with you?" ”

He Yixin stroked Shang Ping's lower abdomen with a pair of slender hands and said, "Of course there is." He's the father of my unborn child, do you think it matters? ”

Fog grass!

Shocking gossip!

Yurong felt a thunderclap in his heart, Tu Weiguo is really with He Yixin?!

Wait, Tu Weiguo is now her fiancé! What should she look like? Rage? After staying for a long time, the anger seems to be too dramatic... Afraid? It doesn't seem very reasonable... Sad? She can't cry!

For a while, Yurong was very entangled.

Her expression fell in He Yixin's eyes, but she was obviously stunned and stunned.

"What, Miss can't think of it?" He Yixin felt indescribably comfortable in his heart, it was rare to see Yurong deflated, although he didn't know how Tu Weiguo would react in the future, he had already shown his trump card, even for the sake of the child, he wouldn't blame himself or anything, right?

It's just that what if Yurong doesn't give up or doesn't leave?

Thinking like this, He Yi's heart was also like a dry well hanging countless buckets, only dangling around, clanging, and disturbing people.

Outside the door.

Lu Qi saw that the man in red in front of him did not move at all, although he didn't know why he didn't go in, but he also held his breath and was silent.

Tu Weiguo originally wanted to clear the building today and take Yurong to the back courtyard for a walk, so that she would not be depressed all day long. Where did you know that when you arrived at the door, you actually heard He Yixin and Yurong have such a conversation.

Fortunately, the little girl listened to him and trusted him in her heart.

However, He Yixin said about the child, but he couldn't bear it anymore, twisted his eyebrows and wanted to enter the door, but the next second he heard another question blurted out by He Yixin.

He stopped.

Probably, he wanted to know the answer.

His hands were slightly clenched into fists on the wide cuffs, and his palms were full of nervous sweat from her.

He practiced martial arts and practiced swords, and he was covered with wounds, and he didn't care about half a point.

He has been in officialdom for many years, crawling and rolling, his power is like a monstrous, and if he is careless, he is a broken bone, the closest to the cliff, and he has not had a trace of doubt about the correctness of this road.

He has been fighting with Zuo Xiang for so many years, he has endured a small half of his life in the illegitimate bloodline that he has not seen, and he has been mediating left and right, whether he has a pen on the battlefield or the undercurrent in the court is surging in the court, he has muddied a pool of political water, he doesn't want to admit it, but he has to admit that even the final result, he has never looked forward to it so much.

So much to look forward to, an answer.

Even if it's fake. (To be continued.) )

ps: I'm Changliu Qiqi, bring salt for myself~

(I love my college)

[Thank you!] 】