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The lights in the Wuming Pavilion were about to go on, and after Hongyao took the maid to light the medicine and incense in the room, he quietly withdrew.

Those medicinal incense incense is specially prepared for Wuyou, and it has a miraculous effect on dredging her meridians.

It's just that he still has to deal with the affairs of Zuiyue Tower, and he has no time to come to Wuming Pavilion to take care of Wuyou, so he has to be taken care of by Hongyao.

After the red medicine exited the room, there were guards sent from the Drunken Moon Tower at the door, because after lighting the medicinal incense every night, Wuyou would fall asleep, without the slightest ability to protect himself.

For this reason, she had to send someone to guard her safety and prevent some people from approaching.

After the last light was blown out, it was pitch black in the Wuming Pavilion.

A few black shadows fell on the Wuming Pavilion with the wind, and the figure was as fast as a ghost, landing silently.

The two guards at the door noticed that something was wrong, and their throats were cut, and there was no room for resistance.

The man in black took Wuyou out of the Wuming Pavilion and got directly into a rich carriage that had been prepared outside.

There was also a person sitting in the carriage, this person was dressed in a neat white robe, and his face was slightly cold, it was not Nangong Zhao.

Nangong Zhao looked at the woman in white who was lying opposite, and a trace of complicated hesitation rarely rose in his eyes.

If she hadn't broken into the palace to take revenge, that person wouldn't have been able to grasp her whereabouts so quickly.

Now, even if he Nangong Zhao has a heart, I'm afraid he won't be able to save it.

"Landlord, it's time to go." Outside the carriage, a ghost-faced man reminded him.

"Well, let's go." He withdrew his gaze from Wuyou and said slowly.

The carriage slowly left, and with a sleepy man, it galloped all the way in the direction of the imperial city.

Two hours later, the sky was getting brighter, and the maid of the Wuming Pavilion was ready to serve Wuyou to wash, but when she saw the two guards at the door frozen to the ground, she was immediately frightened.

Suddenly, the entire Wuming Pavilion was in chaos, and Shangguan Yu and Hongyao sent people to search for a day and a night, but they never found Wuming's figure.

In a hurry, they had no choice but to send a message to Mo Yunkai, who was far away, and now, they had to wait for the lord to come back before they could continue to plan.

The Imperial City was still as usual, and the early morning in the palace was exceptionally quiet.

Invite Moon Palace, this empty hall that has not had a master for a long time, just last night, quietly lived in a mysterious woman.

Early in the morning, the maids waiting for the woman to freshen up lined up, standing respectfully outside the hall and not daring to enter.

It's just that the emperor himself explained last night that until the woman woke up in person, they were not allowed to trespass in half a step.

But when the sun went up three poles, the woman did not wake up, and the maids were drowsy from the sun one by one, but they did not dare to leave.

When you open your eyes, you see a different scene.

She got up from the couch, but saw that she was in a huge palace at this time, surrounded by priceless utensils, carved beams and pillars above her head, exquisite beaded curtains hung in the air, and jade railings in the windows.

Brick by brick is a testament to the magnificence of the place, including the table in front of her, which also displays many rare jewels.

She was about to touch the beaded jewelry, but the gate of the palace was pushed open, and the person who came in was dressed in a dark dragon robe, and when he saw that she had woken up, the smile on his handsome face deepened.

"You're finally awake......" he said.

Wuyou looked him up and down silently, the pair of beautiful eyebrows twisted unconsciously, and a trace of defense inexplicably rose in his eyes.

"Why am I here......" she asked with a calm face, her instinct telling her that this person couldn't get close.

Gong Che waved his hand and motioned for the maids to close the hall, and he said as he approached Wuyou: "Why, when you return to the palace, do you make you so unhappy?" ”

"Back to the palace? Who are you....." She stepped back unconsciously, her brow furrowed even deeper.

Gong Che paused, and the smile on his face was a little stiff.

"Who am I?" He obviously couldn't accept Wuyou's reaction to him, and walked forward again, he said, "Yue, after ten years, you have completely forgotten about me, the third brother?" ”

She saw that this person was approaching step by step, so she simply stopped her steps back, and said with an indifferent expression: "My name is Wuyou, not Yue, Your Excellency is afraid that you have found the wrong person." ”

Gong Che suddenly stayed in place with some dejection, and he looked at her momentum that instantly became indifferent, and even he was almost shocked.

After ten years, she is no longer the slender teenager she was back then, and now she is dressed in a white gauze skirt, standing tall and captivating, but she is also as cold as ice.

The boy he had been remembering for ten years, and now he actually said that he didn't recognize him?

Gong Che suddenly laughed, and his smile was meaningless.

He walked over to her, eyes locked on hers.

Step by step, he leaned forward and leaned forward to hold it to her ear. "I know that you are Wuyou, but you remember, from today onwards you are Yue'er, you are my Yue'er......"

Feeling the breath echoing in his ears, Wuyou took a few steps back in panic before he distanced himself from him.

She didn't understand what this man's purpose was, but she could see that she should have known him.

"What the hell do you want to do......"

Her eyes were slightly pale, and a long sword as soft as a thin willow fell out of her sleeve, and was firmly held in her hand, instantly murderous.

Gong Che only felt a chill coming out of thin air, and immediately took a few steps back, keeping a few distances from Wuyou.

He kept staring at the woman in white in front of him with a murderous face, and his eyes were crazy to stop talking.

Maybe after many years, she is no longer the kind Yue'er she was back then.

But, so what?

Gong Che still stood peacefully in the hall, his eyes closed slightly, and he opened them again, and the complicated and crazy expressions before no longer existed.

Yes, it's just the original slightly soft look and an incomprehensible smile.

He said, "You can stay in this palace well, and as for what I want, you will know later......"

"You think this place can trap me?"

She suddenly asked in a cold voice, and the ruthless aura in her eyes seemed to return.

Gong Che was stunned for a moment, then glanced at her with a smile again, and said meaninglessly: "I may not be able to trap you here, but if I let me know that you dare to make a move, I will immediately uproot the hateful sky....."

Hearing Gong Che say this, her heart sank, and she didn't say anything more, and the hand holding the sword tightened and tightened.

Seeing her react like this, the corners of Gong Che's lips hooked up with a chuckle that turned upside down, and he turned around and walked out of the Inviting Moon Palace.

None of the things he wanted in Gong Che could not be obtained, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were all in his pocket, not to mention her.....

He will not let go of anyone who has anything to do with her, he wants her to become the Yue'er before, and in the world where he wants Yue'er, he is the only one who is enough.

Standing quietly in the center of the hall, staring at the figure in the dark clothes in the distance, a trace of distant images flashed in her mind one by one, tormenting her to the point of pain.

But she still stood there quietly, and there didn't seem anything unusual on the surface, like a puppet without consciousness, dressed in white and quietly carried by the wind, fluttering lightly in the faint light.