"Let's not mention this, okay! I'll take you somewhere! ”

As he spoke, Nangong Yao took Cangjin's hand, didn't care about the difference between men and women at all, pulled him and walked forward.

This is the first time that a girl has taken the initiative to hold her hand, Cangjin was stunned for a moment, and almost made Nangong Yao stumble.

"Where are you taking me?"

Hearing Cangjin's question, Nangong Yao said with a big grin, "Since it's a walk, of course you have to wander around!" ”

——Gongsun Miaomiao's work——"A Drag to Clear the World"——Dividing line———

At this time, Cangjin was dragged by Nangong Yao, like an innocent chicken cub.

After wandering around the palace for a short day, I don't know how this girl can be so energetic.

He was so tired that Cangjin couldn't walk anymore, and seeing that night had fallen, the princess was still pulling him around.

The silence of the night was eerie and terrible, and the wind blew through, and it felt cold behind me. Kuratsu didn't understand why, there was always a feeling that a woman was singing nearby.

Listening to the sound of the wind blowing the "rustling" of leaves from time to time around him, Kuratsu shivered unconsciously!

"Princess, it's been a day! I'll send you back to the palace! ”

Seeing that this guy was really reluctant to leave, Nangong Yao's face showed a sinister smile.

"Alright! Let's go back! ”

Just as the two of them turned around and were about to walk back, suddenly the woman's singing, since it was getting louder and louder, seemed to be ringing in their ears.

"In June, the days are as red as fire, the days are long and the nights are short, and there are many nightmares, and the dark clouds cover the moon in the sky. The cold and miserable life is like a year, and the gloomy and desolate life is tortured on death row······"

How do these words and this song sound so familiar!

Hearing such an eerie tune, Nangong Yao and Cangjin couldn't help but look at each other with big eyes, and said in unison, "Dou E? ”

Depend on? Why does it sound a little bit Qin?

"Dou E's Injustice" describes the story of Dou E's grievances who were framed by scoundrels and wrongly sentenced by the government.

For Mao to be in the palace like this, he will hear such a sad tune.

Thinking about it, Nangong Yao suddenly became interested, and said to Cangjin, "Let's follow the direction from which the voice came from and go and have a look!" ”

"Forget it! More is better than less, I'll send you back to the palace! ”

Seeing that Cangjin was reluctant to accompany her, Nangong Yao couldn't help but flatten her mouth, looking very reluctant.

"Why don't you go, you shouldn't be afraid!"

Fear? Hearing Nangong Yao's words, a faint smile appeared on Cangjin's face.

Why was he despised by this girl again, when was he afraid of a dignified seven-foot man?

It's just that he feels that something is wrong and doesn't want to see it.

This capital is no better than the territory of Mongolia, and the people are not familiar with it, and they are still in the palace, of course, they must be very careful.

But of course, he didn't want the princess to look down on him, and it was a shame for him to be ridiculed by women for being timid.

"Since the princess is so interested, then Kurazu will accompany the princess to take a look!"

Seeing that this guy actually agreed, Nangong Yao had a wicked smile on his face.

Walking forward, a dilapidated dark red door appeared, and the two doors in the middle were slightly open.

Looking through the crack in the door, I found it in a dilapidated state, and there were cobwebs hanging from the door.

"How can there be such a dilapidated place in the palace?"

Hearing Cangjin's question, Nangong Yao muttered, "This is the Cold Palace!" ”

As she spoke, Nangong Yao tiptoed open the dark red door and quietly walked in······

The moonlight shines through the window and casts on the deserted temple.

A woman in plain clothes, sitting alone at the table, her hand pinched into an orchid finger, was singing Dou E's injustice with relish.

Singing and singing, it seemed that he felt that he was in a bad mood, and suddenly stopped.

There was still a faint oil lamp on the table, and the light of the fire kept beating, like an immortal soul. She looked at the drifting light and frowned slightly.