It was night, and the quiet black curtain shrouded the entire Chang'an City, and there was no starlight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The lights in the rooms have been extinguished, and there is no warmth, only the sound of intermittent breathing and the occasional dream.

Cuiguo put on a coat and walked out of the house slowly, and after the cold wind passed, she covered her mouth and coughed lightly twice, and then held back vigorously, for fear that her coughing would wake up the others. She carried a faint lantern and staggered on the bluestone road of Ninghou Mansion.

She walked to the door of the house, hurriedly blew out the candle in the lantern, and hid behind a tree, letting the great shade cover herself. Cuiguo looked at the blurred figure printed on the window paper and sighed to herself. She took out a sachet from her sleeve, which was the same sachet that Duanyue had discarded, but she didn't know when she picked it up.

Her rough fingertips rubbed the sachet, and she could no longer smell the faint orchid fragrance, the only thing left was the taste of heartbreak.

Master Hou, Master Hou, Cuiguo's heart is in your body, how can you lose it?

Cuiguo looked at the figure of the wind and couldn't help but burst out of her eyes, down her smooth cheeks, flowing into the corners of her mouth, and a bitter taste bloomed on the tip of her tongue.

If it weren't for Cuiguo's chance passing by the edge of the flower bush and taking a second look, she wouldn't have found this inconspicuous sachet. The moment she saw it, her brain was like five thunderbolts, everything suddenly collapsed, and she fell down in front of her eyes in an instant.

Although Lang Zhong said that he was overworked, only Cuiguo himself knew best what kind of disease it was.

"Master Hou, when will you be able to take a look at me?" She muttered, hoarse and poignant, but no one could hear her.

The emerald fruit stood for a long time, and when the light in the wind room was extinguished, she still stood bitterly and refused to leave. The fingertips were numb from the cold, but they couldn't withstand the scars in their hearts.

After a long time, she shook her figure in a daze, leaned on the trunk of the tree with one hand, and staggered away. I had just come out of the courtyard of the wind and walked along the turquoise lake, when suddenly I saw a white shadow flash in front of me. Cuiguo subconsciously screamed, but before the voice could rush out of her throat, a pair of powerful hands covered her mouth.

Cuiguo's frightened body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, her throat only made a "gurgling" sound, and her chest rose and fell violently, completely frightened.

And the culprit, Little Wolf, didn't realize that it was his own fault. He squatted beside Cuiguo and pushed a few handfuls without saying a word, very indifferent. Cuiguo, who finally recovered from her recovery, looked at it, and she didn't have the strength to scold when she was angry, but she just stood up and sat crookedly on the ground.

"Aren't you sick?" The little wolf asked before the emerald fruit.

Cuiguo gasped for a few breaths, and she raised her hand and patted her chest, finally recovering from her senses. "Shouldn't I have asked you first, why are you still hanging out so late?"

She looked at the little wolf from top to bottom, and saw that he was dressed in a somewhat yellowed white dress, and his hair was not tightly tied up. Cuiguo glanced at the little wolf, got up from the ground with difficulty, and dusted off the dead grass and fallen leaves on her dress.

"Why are you out there so late?" The little wolf moved his lips, and there was not a trace of any trace on his unhappy or sad face.

Knowing that he didn't want to talk to herself, Cuiguo frowned and bent down to pick up the lantern that had fallen to the ground, and walked away from him alone. However, the cold man behind her suddenly opened his mouth and stopped her.

"I saw you coming out of there." Cuiguo turned around in a panic and saw him raise his hand and point in the direction of the wind. Suddenly, I felt that I had been found out for doing something wrong, and the hairs on my body stood on end, and my scalp was numb.

She forced her composure to look at the little wolf and smiled contemptuously. "I'm going to complain to the county lord, but what kind of crime do you want to use? What's the problem with coming out of Hou Ye's yard? After that, Cuiguo raised her chin high, and she couldn't see the slightest hint of uneasiness or cowardice.

"What is this?" The little wolf smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand, and the sachet seemed to appear out of thin air. After shaking it, the sachet hanging on the fingertips swayed from side to side, and the tassel tied under the head also beat happily.

Cuiguo was really flustered now. She immediately went crazy and felt like she was groping all over her pockets, but she really couldn't touch the sachet. Cuiguo looked at the little wolf in horror, as if she was looking at a dangerous person, so vigilant. She didn't feel it taken from her at all.

"Give it back!" She frowned, and shouted angrily at the little wolf without confidence.

However, the other party turned a blind eye. He grabbed the sachet in his hand and wrapped it tightly. "You can, but do one thing for me."

"Don't threaten me with this!" Cuiguo frowned, gritted her teeth and said fiercely to the little wolf. Her slender fingers pinched the hem of her skirt, and the fine beads of sweat oozing from the palms of her hands stained the skirt wet.

She certainly had no confidence. Originally, she had the handle in the hands of the little wolf, but now it was just a bluff. If the little wolf dies and doesn't let go, then he can only compromise obediently.

The little wolf clenched his fists in front of his chest, and his dark eyes couldn't read his thoughts.

"Nothing else, just write a letter for me." He tilted his head and muttered something quietly. "I can't write kanji."

Hearing the sound, Cuiguo was stunned. She thought that the little wolf was going to make some excessive request, but she didn't expect that it was just to write a letter, so she couldn't help but think about it carefully. And when the little wolf saw her like this, his tone was a little eager. "Just help me write a letter, I say you write! Otherwise, I'll tell the lord to go. ”

"I'll just write it." Cuiguo, who is in a dilemma, has no reason to refuse.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said yes, the little wolf immediately took out pen and ink from his arms and a pinched crumpled letter paper and handed it to Cuiguo, he lowered his head and looked very serious.

"I've arrived in Chang'an," he read softly, and Cuiguo hurriedly put the letter on the ground, kneeling down and writing word by word in a very difficult posture.

"I've been looking for you, but you won't see me, and I'll come again."

The voice fell, and Cuiguo looked up at him suspiciously. "Gone?"

The little wolf nodded. Say yes. "No," he said, picking up the piece of rice paper on the ground, and the words of Cuiguo Juanxiu were just small squares in his eyes.

He casually threw the sachet he was holding in his hand at Cuiguo, and strode away with the letter in his hand. "Don't tell anyone about this." Throw off this sentence and disappear into the night.

Cuiguo hurriedly put the sachet away. She was puzzled. Who is the "you" that the little wolf is talking about? What kind of secret does he have?