Murong Canghai rubbed a scar on the back of her hand and said, "It's nothing to do with her." ”

"But......" she was about to say something, but suddenly his head was on her lap, and when he looked down, he had closed his eyes.

When he was asleep, he lacked the obscenity and coldness of his waking eyes, and his long narrow eyelashes formed a thick shadow under his eyelids, and his expression was as simple as that of a child.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of the dagger at his waist, the handle of which was inlaid with a bright red gem, which lined the black gold thread around his waist, exuding a cold glow.

She took the dagger in her hand and pulled it out, the dagger flashed with cold light, and Murong Canghai's face as sharp as a mountain and a deep sea was reflected on the face of the knife.

The knife was so sharp, if she slashed down now, decisively slitting her throat, would she be free?

And the crown prince is also missing one of the most terrible enemies.

There was a cruel glint in her eyes, and the corners of her eyes moved, and she raised the dagger in her hand and slashed at his throat.

……

But as the blade approached his neck, she paused again.

"Hmm......"

Suddenly, with a quick grab of his long hand, she fell to his chest, the sharpest point of the dagger aimed right at his heart.

There was enough cold in his eyes to freeze to death, and with a sudden force, he pulled open the placket of his chest, revealing a strong chest, and near his heart, there was an ugly and rough scar, the scar had not yet healed, and it was faintly red.

On that day, she stabbed the prince in order to save him.

She suddenly felt that her eyes were a little sore, and she couldn't help but turn her face away.

He reached out and pinched her chin, his eyes were suddenly fierce, he forced her to look into his eyes, his eyes exuded a dangerous aura to cover the hurt feelings, said-

"Why don't you stab it down?"

Su Yueming's heart trembled, and she said, "I know I can't kill it." ”

"Heh......" The corners of his lips raised, his expression was still evil, his body turned over, pressed her under him, held her face in his hands with both hands, and his lips were pasted, and her cold lips slowly became a little warm because of his wanton ravage.

Between them, there was always a distance of a dagger.

After a long time, he let go of her, and there was already a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and he jumped up from the bed and said-

"Be obedient, and when your injury heals, I will take you to feel the charm of Daqin. Third Miss, don't challenge my patience again and again, it won't do you any good. ”

After saying these words, he summoned the snow and dust, and he flicked his long sleeves and walked out.

Against the light, his figure became more and more cold and arrogant.

I don't know Weishenme, feeling a peculiar attraction, she looked up, looked through the window to the sky outside the palace, and saw that there was a kite floating in the air, the kite was red, looking at it from a distance, like an auspicious cloud.

Red kite!

The corners of Su Yueming's eyes twitched a few times, her hands tightened secretly, and she tried her best to suppress her beating heart, for fear of alarming Murong Canghai in her sleep.

Su Yueming originally thought that after the news of Murong Canghai's order to execute the empress spread, someone would soon come to her for trouble.

But to her surprise, for six days in a row, no one came to the North Courtyard Wangfu to ask for guilt, even the woman who was about to become the princess of the North Courtyard did not have an accident, she was fine.