Mu Xue is telling her that if there is anything, just say it quickly, if you go to the prince's place later, you will not have a chance to speak.

At the mention of the word Wangye, Fei Qi's fingers trembled slightly,

looked up at Mu Xue again.

Through the gauze tent, she was getting dressed.

This princess obviously didn't say anything great, but just listening to this, Fei Qi inexplicably had the illusion of believing this person.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally shook her lips and told her guess in her heart.

Meanwhile...

Inside the study with the cheerful candles burning.

Nangong Li asked Yunzhi to return the brocade box when he sent it over.

At this moment, he looked at the wood-grain brocade box, and struggle flashed in his eyes.

Under the candlelight, a key the size of a little finger was lying quietly between his palms, and it was flickering with a faint cold light.

Open it.

There was a voice in his heart that was shouting wildly.

He had the key in his hand, and he didn't know what great thing he was waiting for.

He has never been a muddy person.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and picked up the key, and even a fine layer of hot sweat appeared between his palms.

He was rarely so nervous.

The key is right, Nangong Li easily inserted the key into the lock hole.

Then turn slightly.

There was a slight sound of copper lock contact in the quiet air, as if he was doing something bad for fear of being discovered, before officially opening the wood grain brocade box, Nangong Li's eyes looked around vigilantly.

In fact, his martial arts are extremely high,

If there was someone hiding in the room, there was no reason why he wouldn't find out.

But he was inexplicably flustered.

The heart was pounding in the chest, as if it was about to burst out of its throat.

The copper lock is opened.

Nangong Li took the lock with the key from the keyhole and put it aside.

Actually, there's nothing in the box.

It's just a densely written letter.

The name on the envelope made Nangong Li's eyes widen in surprise.

Mu Xue personally opened!

The moment he opened the wooden box, it was as if a cloudy wind was crawling up his feet.

Gradually, it spread all over his body.

The handwriting of his mother's concubine, Nangong Li remembers.

It is indeed the mother's handwriting、、

There is a slight atmosphere between Juanxiu.

That was ten years ago, could it be that his mother had already counted so many things ten years ago??

His scalp was numb.

How horrible is that.

This is the first time, Nangong Li feels that something is too terrible, even more terrible than when he was almost burned to death in the study.

Terrifying at the same time, he felt magical.

When I thought that Mu Xue and the one named Li Mingze were from another world, I thought it was amazing enough.

After the magic was over, Nangong Li believed more firmly that he and Mu Xue were a match made in heaven.

Otherwise, how could his mother know ten years ago that she was going to marry a woman named Mu Xue ten years ago.

Just by seeing the four words on this envelope, Nangong Li couldn't hold back the ecstasy in his heart.

He was thinking that the words in this should be if his mother wanted to explain to Xiao Xue'er.

Sure enough.

That's what I said from the beginning.

"Xue'er don't be surprised, these words should have been said to you ten years later..."

Nangong Li was surprised that his mother concubine was also from another world, and when he saw that he had explained that there was a way to go back, the panic that poured out from Nangong's centrifugal bottom instantly covered all his strange emotions.

Can't...

His face was covered with sweat, and the blood on his handsome face had faded, and he was as pale as frost paper, as if he had been drained of his soul by a demon.

He shook his head secretly....

"No, no, no, can't be like this...."

He looked down and muttered to himself.

It's like flesh and skin pulling bones, and he can't do without this woman.

No way!!

Absolutely not!!

Nangong Li knew that he had reached the point where he couldn't do without Mu Xue, and he didn't allow Mu Xue to leave him.

He clenched the paper, which had been there for ten years.

Although it has been kept in the box and is well preserved, you can also see the old taste.

At this moment, after his hard grasp, the letter was pinched and crumpled.

Nangong Li has always cherished anything left by his mother, that is, every piece of clothing worn by Wei Ling'er, Nangong Li has ordered people to collect it at the bottom of the box.

But this letter, he hated it to the extreme.

The candle on the side burned happily, as if no one had cut the heart of the candle, and there was a small explosion in it, and the hot melted wax splashed on the back of his hand, and there was a sharp pain at that moment.

He came back to his senses.

The light of the candle flame fell on his amber eyes.

He reached out and slowly passed the crumpled letter towards the candle.

Although his movements were slow, there was no pause.

There is not even a trace of struggle under the eyes...

The unburned ash fell on the back of his hand, burning the back of his hand.

He didn't have the heart to deal with it, and let the back of his hand be burned out with a terrifying bubble.

A letter was quickly consumed by flames.

Seeing that there was not even a word left in this letter, the man breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that just picking the lock, reading a letter, and burning a letter, these few small actions use up the strength of this man's whole body.

At this moment, he leaned weakly on the top of the Taishi's chair, as if he had asked the demon to drain the man's soul.

His eyes were dull.

It's like someone covered his eyes with a thick wet cotton cloth.

Looking at the white ashes on the dark red table in front of him, he moved his gaze to the red bubble on the back of his hand.

Nangong Li understood very keenly that Mu Xue couldn't let Mu Xue know about this matter, and if she knew, she probably wouldn't forgive herself in this life.

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, as if they were about to ascend the stairs.

Nangong was in a panic.

The hands are fast to the extreme.

In an instant, he took the copper lock, pulled out the key and threw it in the wooden box, and then locked it with a snap.

When Mu Xue pushed the door and entered, Nangong Li was able to lock the wood grain brocade box.

There was a slight panic in his expression, as if he was going to hide some great secret, and when Mu Xue raised his foot to this side, he put the box on the shelf behind him.

In fact, Mu Xue and Fei Qi had been delayed for a long time in the Flower Rain Pavilion.

And at this moment, Mu Xue is thinking about what Fei Qi said tonight, and her brain is buzzing.

Each other's psychology is hiding things.。。

Looks are different,

So she didn't see the man's panicked expression at the moment at the first time.

She stood behind the galloping screen, saw him standing in front of the shelf, and naturally asked, "Ah Li, what are you doing standing there?" ”

Nangong Li's figure was broad, and listening to Mu Xue coming this way, he took a deep breath and adjusted his thoughts.

Turning back, he looked at ease, as if nothing remarkable had never happened.

Mu Xue finished bathing, and her body was soft and glutinous, this scene fell in Nangong Li's eyes, and he suddenly felt that he had just chosen to burn the letter, which was really a wise move.

Mu Xue is his.

Don't go anywhere.

As if thinking of something great, Nangong Li stepped forward slowly, and across the table he usually used to work, he raised his hand and lightly picked her chin.

Under this action, through the dim light of the candle flame, he could see clearly that his shrunken reflection was hidden in Mu Xue's beautiful and bright pupils.

"Little Cher...."

He whispered her name, with an endless breath of bondage,

While calling her name, Nangong Li's body leaned forward, and it was easy to hit her moist and soft lips.

It's not as aggressive as usual.,It's like there's a sudden lot of endless patience.,He's not as gentle as himself.。。

The lip flap trembles slightly....

Lips and teeth tremble....

Nangong Li didn't deliberately deepen the kiss, under Mu Xue's slightly puzzled gaze, he asked, "Xiao Xue'er, if Ah Li did something sorry for you, would you forgive me?" ”

Mu Xue didn't rush to answer his question, and glanced at the ashes on the dark red table.

He looked away, not wanting Mu Xue to see his flickering eyes.

"The ashes are burned so thoroughly, what are you burning?"

"There are always some unsavory letters in this world, and after reading them, they will naturally be burned."

It seems to be the same thing.

Mu Xue knew that he often received news from outside, and most of them were going to be burned after reading it.

So for his words, Mu Xue had no doubts.

It's just that she never thought that the letter would have written her way back.

But without her knowledge, he cut off the way the woman came.

Mu Xue looked at his expression, and always felt a little weird, didn't this man have something to hide from himself, right?

This idea appeared in Mu Xue's mind for so many seconds.

Even if I was drowned in my mind,

She lowered her eyes and saw the horrible bubbles on the back of his white hand.

"How did you get that? It's just a letter, why did you still hurt your hand? ”

Nangong Li's hand is very beautiful,

Slender fingers.

The joints are distinct.

Fair and powerful.

Mu Xue felt that these hands were absolutely elegant when used to play the piano.

"It's just that I've just come out of my mind, it's okay, just smear the medicine."

It seems that there is ointment prepared all year round, Nangong Li led Mu Xue to the front of the shelf with the ointment, selected it for a while, and then took a small porcelain bottle of tender cyan and came down.

"Wipe it for me, okay?"

"Okay."

The bubbles should be punctured first, and the thick juice inside can be applied only when the thick juice inside is exhausted.

Mu Xue's hair was loose, and Nangong Li pulled the strand of hair that fell off her ear for her, and asked Fang Cai's question again.

"Xiao Xue'er, if I did something sorry for you, would you forgive me?"

His dedication to Mu Xue has been thoroughly understood.

Mu Xue was wiping off the juice from the edge of the wound with a moist towel, and when she heard this, she paused slightly, and then asked jokingly, "What?" Did the emperor force you to marry a side concubine today? ”

His thin lips pursed.

If only it were that simple.