Black Eagle looked at the bright moon and sighed deeply: "You can't have something that the master cares about, it's destined by God and you can't change it." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" He softened his attitude: "Even so, the master has never abandoned us, but he can't give you what you want." ”

After hearing this, Jiaoyue was more sad than dead, and the pain was more painful than emotional sadness, and she stumbled towards her residence.

Black Eagle looked at her back and sighed helplessly.

The soldiers guarding in front of the tent of the third prince were already asleep, and the moon opened the curtain as if he was ignoring it, and in the tent, the golden finch was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the face of the third prince Su Min, holding a knife in his hand, as if he was thinking about where to cut it off.

"Su Min, I really want to ruin his face."

Jiaoyue didn't care, sat at the table in a daze, and said casually: "You can do whatever you want, master." ”

The golden finch smiled, touched his neck, and gasped in pain, which had been pinched out by Yang Zheming and covered in blood.

"I told you a long time ago that you are destined not to get him, so why continue." She said leisurely: "He is Shizun's favorite apprentice, Shizun has taught him almost everything, even my soul control technique has no effect on him, you and Zhuji can't charm him at all." ”

Bright moon's tears fell: "Master, why didn't you teach me to cut off the roots of love in the first place." The goldfinch walked up to her and cupped her face: "You are easier to control people's hearts than Zhuji, if you want to control people's hearts, you must understand people's hearts, seven emotions and six desires, love and hatred, you have to go through it in order to use it more skillfully." ”

She wiped away her tears for Jiaoyue: "I know my junior brother, he is conceited, he has always been disdainful of what others gave him, he likes to get it by himself, you are all his pawns, how can he care?" ”

Her eyes were like an inexplicable light, deeply attracted to Bright Moon: "You have to become strong, so that he needs your ability, and he can't do without you." ”

-- Even if you have to be a chess player and be on a par with him, he will really see you in his eyes.

General Bu's bowl of wine was very strong, An Ning was hangover, had a headache for a night, and couldn't sleep well at all, Liu Niang took care of her for a night, and fell asleep at dawn.

An Ning couldn't bear to wake her up again, got dressed herself, got up and went out for fresh air.

The morning fog on the steppe was very thick, and only a few soldiers were arranging a large pot to cook rice. She wrapped her small jacket and saw Black Eagle standing next to Yang Zheming's tent like a door god, soaked with the morning mist, and just wanted to go up and say a few words, she saw Zhuji walking out of Yang Zheming's tent.

Zhuji wore very little, with long hair and a shawl, looking tired, and casually gathered a black cloak, and it could be seen that she didn't have time to wash, and she didn't even wear makeup.

Jewel and Black Eagle said a few words, and walked towards the tent of the third prince, and almost no one noticed her, and she did not see peace.

An Ning stood there, frowning suspiciously, did Zhuji come to find Yang Zheming early in the morning?

Or did Zhuji spend the night at Yang Zheming's?

She realized that her face was flushed and her anger turned blue.

When is it now that he still has the leisure to do such a thing?

Zhuji is now the concubine of the third prince, and they ...... When it was seen, it was ten mouths that couldn't be said clearly, and almost everyone was put in danger.

Does Yang Zheming have a brain!

She wanted to rush in and beat him up.

"A-Ning!" Su Min came out of the tent, saw her, strode towards her, calmly lowered his eyes to restrain his emotions, and raised his head with an innocent expression.

Su Min walked up to her, he seemed to have just woken up, yawned, and looked down at her: "Got up so early?" He looked at the food: "Breakfast is not cooked yet." An Ning didn't want to arouse his suspicions, so he had to point his finger and explain in simple words: "I have a headache and can't sleep." ”

Su Min smiled: "Go and wake up your brother Ah Zheming." ”

An Ning had no choice, nodded, and turned around and walked towards Yang Zheming's tent.

She lifted the curtain, and the tent was dark and filled with a faint fragrance, and the bed was hidden in the semi-shadows, so she couldn't see clearly.

An Ning half covered his eyes, lest he see what he shouldn't see, and lowered his voice and said viciously: "Get up!" ”

No response.

An Ning was puzzled, walked a few steps forward, until she walked to the side of the bed, and just wanted to open her fingers to look, when suddenly a hand reached over, grabbed her wrist and pulled it, she was pulled and fell on the bed.

She exclaimed, and her petite body fell to the inside of the bed, and a faint fragrance came to her nose.

The bed seems to have been tidied up, even the quilt cover and bedding have been changed, and it is not messy. Yang Zheming's hair was slightly damp, as if he had just taken a bath, wearing a clean underwear, lying on the bed and resting with his eyes closed.

If it weren't for An Ning seeing it with her own eyes, it wouldn't be like Zhuji had been here.

He opened an eye slit and glanced at her, then closed it again, his voice more lazy and low in the dim atmosphere, as if he hadn't woken up: "What are you doing here?" ”

His hand tugged at her wrist like ice, as if he had forgotten to let go.

An Ning said with a little anger: "They asked me to call you to get up!" She struggled with her hand, but didn't break away: "Didn't you wake up?" You didn't wake up and go back to sleep, leave me alone. ”

Yang Zheming opened his eyes and looked at her this time: "What are you angry about?" ”

An Ning was so angry that her face puffed up, and she still said coldly: "I'm not angry, you scratched me." Yang Zheming let go of his hand, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and his voice was indifferent: "When I sleep, don't approach me." ”

An Ning felt that his attitude was very cold, and he couldn't bear it, and took advantage of the fact that no one else blamed him: "You also know our current situation, even if you ......" She paused, and it was difficult to speak: "No matter what, you should bear with it, the third watch has a private meeting with the third prince's concubine in the middle of the night, what if General Bu sees it?" ”

Yang Zheming didn't expect to be seen by An Ning, and he didn't know how to respond, and he heard An Ning continue to nag: "Even if you want to, you should find an innocent person, Zhuji is a Qinglou woman, and she has had a period with the third prince, you are really not a meat vegetarian......"

Yang Zheming saw that she was talking farther and farther, and frowned and interrupted her: "I'm afraid of the cold at night." An Ning snorted suspiciously, a little unable to react.

Yang Zheming didn't want to reason with her anymore, so he stood up, put on his robe, and turned to look at her: "Zhuji and Jiaoyue are not ordinary Qinglou women, and they are not as unbearable as you said, you better stay away from them." ”

An Ning raised her eyebrows, what does this mean, saying that she has too many mouths? Or are you afraid that she will settle accounts with them?

She thought she understood what he meant, and she couldn't help but be angry—he had accused her of two untouchables.

She's really full of food and support to this heart!

Yang Zheming was standing there calmly and getting dressed, An Ning jumped out of bed, walked to Yang Zheming's side, and suddenly kicked him hard.