Walking down from the attic, the flames in the courtyard were raging.

Nan Moyi pondered, why did she come to this place? Although Huo'er's jade plate is in her hand, Huo'er wears it every day and doesn't see her crossing, it shouldn't be because of the jade card.

She suddenly remembered that before she died, she saw Huo'er holding a golden box, and the strange golden light that wrapped them seemed to overflow from it. It suddenly occurred to her that their mission didn't seem to say anything they were going to take.

Could it be that there is something strange about the contents of that box?

There was no one to answer her question, and there was no sound except the sound of flames fizzling, and there was silence and no one. In her memory, Mo Yi died for three or four days and no one came, but she clearly had a maid who always stayed by her side, and now she can't even see anyone, and she doesn't know if her life is still there.

Tut-tut, do you want to be so miserable?

A flame in the courtyard, illuminating the courtyard brightly, faintly visible that there are many plants planted in the courtyard, a corner of the courtyard is planted with a cluster of fiery red demon Manzhu Shahua, the bright red luster is more enchanting against the background of the flame, Nan Moyi stepped forward, and the plants that have not drunk water for a few days are some signs of drying.

In the past, Nan Moyi was kind by nature, loved plants and flowers, and did not want to kill or harm people, but he ended up like this.

Nan Moyi's fingertips touched those fiery red petals, and her brows furrowed fiercely, good people don't live long, what about people who do evil, how can they make her feel better?!

"I will avenge your master." The sound is distant and cool.

Dressed in white, he quickly turned around, his long hair was flying messily, and Nan Moyi followed his memory and walked in a certain direction of the palace.

She remembered which side concubine had given her bird's nest porridge three days ago, her name was Jing Jie'er, and she was the daughter of the Taiwei. And Chengnan Night is the Tai Lieutenant's reliance, Jing Jie'er likes him, and Cheng Nanye naturally wants to marry him in order to accept his subordinates.

This Jing Jie'er relied on her net worth, no one in her eyes, and she had always coveted the position of Nan Moyi's genuine princess, and she actually dared to poison Nan Moyi, wanting to take the position of princess in one fell swoop. However, she never expected Nan Moyi to wake up, and it was Nan Moyi who had changed her soul.

So how wonderful would her expression be when she saw herself? Nan Moyi is looking forward to it.

The area of the mansion is very large, and Nan Moyi's steps have quickened a little, and finally he saw a large palace pavilion with bright lights. Nan Moyi hid behind the rockery in the courtyard, cautiously approached the house, and after making sure that no one was there, he opened the window and jumped in.

Turning over and falling, Nan Moyi patted the dust on his hands and swept the environment in the house.

The room is exquisitely carved and painted, the cloud curtain is soft, the dark wooden bookshelf is full of books, and there is an unfinished book on the desk in front of the bookshelf.

The Female Ring

Tsk, it's really not a good read.

The brush on the side has not dried, and the rice paper has traces of being pulled out, which has just been used. Nan Moyi looked at the ink left on the table, the painting was still a woman, it couldn't be herself, right?

"Lord Wang...... Do you think Jie'er's paintings are good? ”

"Yes."

"The prince didn't even look at it."

"Looked."

"Lord Wang, why do you look so interested? Jie'er has been married for two months, and the prince didn't let Jie'er ...... I have served you. ”

Nan Moyi leaned against the wall of the study, listening to the coquettishness outside, and was almost disgusted to vomit. She puffed up half of her head and looked at the two outside.

It's night in the south of the city today, I'm afraid I can't kill her, it's better to ......

Nan Moyi dismantled his hair bun, straightened the long inky hair that hung down to his waist, and walked lightly to the table next to him, picking up paper and pen.

I saw that Jing Jie'er was standing behind Chengnan Ye, her cheeks were flushed with shame, and a brocade dress slipped off her white and tender shoulders, wearing only a bandeau dress, with delicate collarbones and a flat and smooth lower abdomen. Evoke a touching arc......

[Lalalala, hurry up and hand over the recommended collection! ] 】