The danger faded, and the mark between the eyebrows disappeared...

Miao Su sat on the ground, stroking his chest and gasping for breath, his breath gradually eased. You can repeat it twice, but you can't repeat it again and again! Since Yin Ruixue is in a hurry to kill everything, then she will definitely make Yin Ruixue pay a painful price!

With anger in her eyes, she glanced at the assassin out of the corner of her eye, as if to burn the man to ashes.

The female assassin was so frightened by Miu Su that she retreated again and again, turning and fleeing into the dense forest.

A stone flew from an unknown direction and hit the running Assassin. With severe pain in her right knee, the female assassin fell into the damp ground, her face and clothes mottled with mud.

Several red-tasseled guards appeared in the air.

The female assassin bared her teeth in pain, and her hand was on her right knee, half-sitting up. The cold light flashed, and the two bright blades crossed her neck in an instant, and she lowered her eyes to look at the sharp blades, her face turned pale, without the fierce and vicious momentum of Fang Cai.

"In broad daylight, you dare to blatantly kill people in the Prince's Mansion."

An arrogant man's voice came from above Misu's head.

Miao Su raised his head to look for prestige, and suddenly saw King Lin lying lazily on the branch of the ginkgo tree, with his hands on the back of his head, and a long ear of green grass in his mouth. He half-raised his eyelids, and said lazily: "It's not a small guts." ”

It's him! The man in the corridor, listening to the voice of the little servant, should be His Royal Highness King Lin, the brother of Bai Chengjin's friend of life and death.

With that, King Lin turned over and fell from the tree lightly. The sword on his waist rattled, threw away the grass casually, glanced at the female assassin, and said: "Such a blatant murder in the prince's mansion, do you want the prince to skin you and feed the wild dogs?" ”

His tone was nonchalant, but it smelled of cruel blood.

His eyes swept over the embarrassed Miao Su, walked in front of the assassin, leaned over and half-crouched, and suddenly, raised his hand and threw it at the back of the assassin's head, and said while fighting: "I can't find a place to kill anyone, I am ashamed of your master." ”

The female assassin was beaten by King Lin and her head was dazed, and her hair was a mess. King Lin threw the few strands of broken hair that fell from his forehead behind his ears in a dashing manner, and easily removed the mask from the female assassin's face. Under the mask, the woman's face was like condensed fat, her eyebrows were like ink paintings, and her eyes were like autumn water. King Lin couldn't help but be slightly surprised, pinched her chin and looked left and right, and sighed: "Yo, it's still a little beauty!" ”

Hearing this, the woman couldn't help but tremble, and looked at King Lin's eyes, wrapped in a thick look of horror.

She wouldn't be naïve enough to think that King Lin would take a fancy to her!

She was originally the guard given to Yin Ruixue by the Prime Minister's Mansion, and she thought that killing a woman who was powerless was as simple as crushing an ant, but she didn't expect that this woman was not an ordinary person, and she actually met King Lin!

King Lin seems to be cynical and unrestrained, but in fact he is ruthless, he and the prince are characters that must not be provoked! Otherwise, there will be no place to die!

"Chasing the wind." King Lin suddenly smiled evilly.

A blue figure fell from the sky, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Here!" ”

"Drag it off."

As soon as the words fell, a strong wind blew Miao Su's sideburns and hair, messy in the air. In the blink of an eye, Chasing Wind and the female assassin disappeared into the air, and several Red Silk guards also left on their own at the signal of King Lin.

Miao Su stood up with the soles of his feet floating on his feet, patted the mud stains on his clothes, and said weakly: "Thank you, Your Royal Highness King Lin." ”

King Lin turned to look at Miao Su with a negative hand, the woman in front of him, her long black hair was slightly messy, her dress was covered with mud, although she was embarrassed, but her black eyes were like the mountains of Zhangqiu, bright and tough, like the water of Zhangqiu, clear and pure.

King Lin raised his eyebrows, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth, and said with a smile: "You are the third brother's woman." ”

In a word, Miao Su's face turned red instantly.

This King Lin is really speechless, and his speech is too explicit!

I have long heard that King Lin is unruly, and it is really ...... when I see it today It lives up to its name. She ignored the tingling sensation that flowed inadvertently in her heart, and coughed awkwardly: "The slave and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince have no relationship between men and women. ”

Seeing the woman's jade cheeks in front of him flushed with shame, she must be affectionate. King Lin's dark eyes slipped, the corners of his mouth curled wider, and he approached Miao Su and said in a low voice mysteriously: "My third brother likes food very much. ”

Miao Su looked at King Lin with a little surprise.

King Lin's thinking is too out-of-the-box, what does it mean?

King Lin looked very righteous, raised his chin slightly, squinted his eyes, and said bitterly: "Think about it, if the third brother is comfortable in his heart, is it still a matter of your little thing?" ”

Hearing this, Miao Su had a flash of inspiration, and what he said was not unreasonable. Wouldn't it be natural to cook a delicious meal first, wait until Bai Chengjin is in a good mood, and then take the opportunity to ask for Lingyue's forgiveness? Thinking of this, Miao Su secretly promised in his heart, and couldn't help but smile slyly: "Thank you for your guidance, Your Royal Highness King Lin." ”

Seemingly... There's a good show to watch! He couldn't wait to see the third brother's expression! King Lin endured the surging emotions in his heart, and said with a straight face: "No need to say thank you, it's all your own family, your own family." ”

At this time, if Miao Su knew the true thoughts of King Lin's heart, he would like to kill him.

…………

West Wing

The room was as clean and tidy as ever, and the ink chrysanthemums on the desk were even more dazzling.

After a careful washing, Miao Su dragged his heavy body to the bronze mirror and sat down, a purple-red strangulation mark on his snow-white neck was particularly eye-catching, and his moist fingertips gently touched the scar.

Hiss, it hurts!

She had already taken a leave of absence from Aunt Qiumao. I was really scared today. The women in this palace are really vicious! In any case, she can't be weak anymore, otherwise she will be like a knife and a fish, and she will be bullied!

Thinking of this, a bone-chilling cold light flashed in Miao Su's eyes. She picked up the iron scissors on the table, cut the wick, and stared at the burning candle flame, which burned brighter and brighter in the black mirror-like pupils. She closed her eyes and felt the heat of the flames, feeling inexplicably relieved.

Tonight, she didn't want to sleep peacefully in the dark.

Putting down the iron scissors, she hammered her sore arm and walked to the edge of the bed, raising her hand to untie her shirt. Silk buttons were scattered between her white fingers, and Mo Lan was embroidered on her pink belly pocket, which made her white skin as white as snow more porcelain and pink, and there was a lifelike snake-shaped tattoo between the two jade balls, and she stared down at the mark on her chest.

Mo not... This mark is the same as the mark between the eyebrows? Or maybe it has something to do with her identity?

She shook her head, no matter what, she can't think about these worries anymore, she will sleep well first, and the rest will be talked about tomorrow.

At night, the lamp oil is like a bean, and the path is deep.

In a groggy dream, Miao Su walked in the boundless haze, the clouds and mist flowed under her feet, and she asked while stirring up the fog: "Is there anyone?" A soft voice echoed through the void.

In the mist, a man walked up, he got closer and closer, and stood not far from Miao Su, his figure ethereal.

Miao Su couldn't see his appearance clearly, so he hurriedly shook the fog and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The beautiful man seemed to look sad, standing quietly, staring at Miao Su, like a piece of flawless jade fused into a jade man, and said quietly.

"I'm Xuanye, you... After all, they forgot me..."

The empty voice was heart-wrenching.

A strong cold wind blew open the closed windows, and the cold night wind blew in wildly. The flickering candlelight was extinguished. The room was plunged into darkness.

Suddenly there was a person in the room.

The moonlight reflected the beautiful girl on the bed, she was not awakened, her hands grasped the corners of the quilt, and she was very uneasy to whisper in her deep sleep, and her sideburns overflowed with fine sweat.

In the dark room, a tall white figure walked to the side of the bed and sat down. The slender jade hand wearing the jade wrench slowly stretched out to her, and the white moonlight made the bony hand even more flawless like porcelain jade.

He gently brushed the broken hair from her cheeks behind her ears. Feeling the slightly cool temperature of her skin, he paused, and the back of his hand carefully stroked the contour of her perfect side face, and his fingertips ran over the tip of her delicate and tall nose, and nodded.

The sweet fragrance of snow lotus came from the palm of his hand, and Miao Su's eyebrows stretched out in his sleep, and he murmured: "Xuanye ......"

Bai Chengjin's eyelashes trembled, his eyes darker than the night were cloudy, he closed his eyes and removed the painful color under his eyes.

You still can't forget him...

……

The dungeon of the Prince's Palace

Yes......!

The gloomy dungeon was filled with a pungent musty stench, and there were bursts of miserable screams. Dirty water oozes from the cracks in the damp walls, dripping and ticking. The space was dim, with only a few oil seals burning faintly on either side.

There is no daylight here all year round, and even the air is muddy and smelly. The black-clad assassin was tied to a rack, his head hanging limply on his chest, his breath dying, his wet hair covering his face, revealing his chapped and pale lips, and beads of blood dripping from the ends of his hair.

The molten moonlight seeped through the cracks into the cell, filtered by the darkness, and turned into a white, cold glow.

Xia Xin was dressed in a strong suit, holding the sword in both arms, looking at the assassin's black eyes as cold as cold iron, and said sharply: "Fight." ”

Syllable! The burly and fierce-looking executioner on the side responded by waving his long whip and slamming it at the assassin, his cheeks trembling.

The relentless whipping was accompanied by a terrible scream, which seemed even more piercing in the silent night sky, and the sound whipped the soul.

In a moment, the black-clad assassin's body was covered with blood and flesh, whip marks all over the place, and deep wounds were exposed under the strips of black cloth.

Xia Xin took two steps forward, a sharp light appeared in his eyes, and he asked, "Say!" Who sent you? Why did you steal this old letterhead? ”

The man in black slowly raised his head to look at Xia Xin, and suddenly smiled weakly: "If you kill me, I won't say it." "The mouth is slurred, and bright red blood spills out of the corners of the mouth, making people's scalps tingle.

Xia Xin glanced at the black-clothed assassin out of the corner of his eye, poked out a letter from his front placket, and unfolded the yellowed letter paper, which was empty of a word. Turning his head, he gave the attendant next to him a look. The attendant understood, turned around and brought an oil lamp to offer.

Xia Xin slowly approached the candle flame, and seeing this, the man in black put away his smile and stared at the letterhead.

After a while, a line of clear black handwriting gradually appeared on the paper.

Xia Xin glanced at the black-clothed assassin, hooked the corners of his lips, and thought as he thought: "Ziwei moves her eyes, and the flowers fall and bloom again." Juanxiu tulle three feet, moss under the curtain willow. ”