Lu gradually left the porch, his hand slowly raised, and slowly drooped down.

He knew that her eyes were only looking at another man through him, and her joys and sorrows were all born of that man. He wanted to keep her sober, but he didn't. Because he is a thief, a thief who stole her sweetheart.

Hua Rong took a bowl of soothing tea and walked over from afar. Seeing his footsteps, he said cautiously: "Lord, the master will hand it over to the slave and maid......"

Lu Yanli glanced at her and said, "She still has injuries on her hands, you take care of her a little more." ”

"The slave has written it down." Hua Rong bowed his head and answered.

Lu gradually took one last look at the room and walked away. There is indifference and self-deprecation in his eyes, as well as sadness and loneliness.

He himself is a piece of ice, he can't even melt himself, how can he warm others?!

If he hadn't been grounded in the capital under the name of the prince's companion, his mother hadn't died in the plague, his father hadn't fallen off a cliff and disappeared in the battle, and his uncle hadn't forced his sister to enter the palace as the queen......

Perhaps, he can also live like Ning Yixiu, a handsome son, gentle as jade. When she is upset, give her a leaning back. Pity......

At the moment when he was planning to recapture the Protectorate Mansion, he was destined to move forward with blood in his life, killing gods when he met gods, and killing Buddhas when he met Buddhas. He has to be the greatest evil in the world, and only then can he terrify his enemies on the battlefield. Only in this way can those clansmen who are plotting against each other have palpitations in their hearts and dare not come forward.

His hands were already stained with blood and could no longer be washed.

With a sword in his hand and a bloody body, what did he take to get close to her, and how dare he hug her?!

Hua Rong looked at his cold back and sighed lightly. She came late and hadn't seen the Ning Gongzi before. In her eyes, although the prince looks indifferent, he treats his master very well. The new tea he drank, the new clothes he added, and the medicine he used were even better than those who were slaves and maids.

But the old favor is not gone, and the new love is difficult to add......

She gently pushed open the door, put the case plate on the table by the moonlight, and lit the glass cup again. The warm yellow candle flame dispelled the darkness, and she realized that her master was curled up on the ground.

Her thin body leaned against the door, surrounding herself, her eyes were hollow, and she couldn't tell how sad she looked.

Hua Rong sighed, walked over, squatted in front of her, and coaxed a child: "Master, it's cold on the ground, can you get up?" ”

Nan Wu's eyes trembled, nodded, and she helped herself to sit on the couch.

"Master, it's been three years, you can't look like this every time you see the prince. The prince is not there, you are thinking of him. The prince is here, you ...... again" She wanted to speak and stopped.

Nan Wu lowered his eyes, a little aggrieved: "Huarong, do you think I did something wrong?" ”

"The master is right, but the prince ...... And he wasn't wrong. Lord Wang, he didn't deliberately take Ning Gongzi's body, it was all an accident. Moreover, didn't the prince promise you back then, as long as Dongyi's side is over and his revenge is avenged, he will return that body to you. ”

Nanwu's fingers trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Hua Rong with a wry smile: "Still?" How to return? "Let her drive him out of that body with her own hands, and watch him fall into the endless hell with her own eyes, whipped by fire every day?!

Every time she thought of this, the tip of her heart hurt, and she was about to suffocate.

"Master, that body, can he not return it?"

Hua Rong touched the soothing tea in her hand, and the slightly hot tea cup dispelled the chill around her.

Nan Wu drank all the tea and said lightly: "You retreat first." ”

There are some things that others can see clearly, but she herself can't see clearly.

Hua Rong looked at her silently, sighed, and retreated lightly.

Tossing and turning all night, nearly dawn, Nanwu fell asleep lightly, and when he woke up again, it was already three poles in the sun.

She rubbed the corners of her forehead, sat up, and glanced at the woman by the window: "Coming?" ”

Xiao Yan heard the sound and came back to her senses: "I've seen my aunt." ”

Nanwu got up, put on his coat, opened the door, and called in the flowers that had been waiting outside the door.

Hua Rong saw that her face was not very good-looking, so she picked up the rouge on the table and ordered a little for her: "Master, the kitchen has stewed bird's nest porridge, can the slave maid get you some?" ”

Nanwu shook his head: "Use it later, you can go to the study with me first." ”

Huarong's hands were curled, and his master's study was different from others, who placed pen, ink, paper, inkstone, four books and five classics. In her study, all she has is the doll's agarwood and jade.

"Master, the old wound on your hand hasn't healed yet, how can you add a new one......"

Nan Wu didn't care much, and said lightly: "What is this little injury." ”

Hua Rong couldn't stop her, so she could only follow her.

Nanwu's study is very large, there are several sandalwood shelves outside, the shelves are full of very good jade, and there are several large boxes in the corner, in which a hundred years of agarwood are scattered, exuding a shallow fragrance.

The inside is covered with a veil, and at a glance, it is hazy and hazy, making it difficult to see.

Nan Wu said to Xiao Yan behind him: "I have done it for you, you can follow me to take a look." ”

As she spoke, she lifted the veil and walked into the inner room.

Xiao Yan followed behind her, and saw a puppet on the soft collapse, with smart eyebrows and eyes, and a dark bead in her mouth. She stretched out her hand in surprise, stroked the puppet's cheek, and sighed, "It's exactly the same......"

Nanwu probably heard a lot of such exclamations, but did not hum, but only ordered Hua Rong to take the soul-attracting incense.

"When this incense is lit, you will become one with this puppet, and I will make a sacrifice of blood to awaken you."

Xiao Yan nodded: "Thank you, auntie." ”

Curling white smoke slowly rose up, enveloping Xiao Yan firmly.

"Ah......h

Her consciousness fell into a state of confusion, and she forcibly possessed the puppet.

Nanwu took out the fox bone hairpin in the hair, and slowly cut it along the old wound that had not healed in the palm of his hand.

The scarlet blood dripped into the white jade on the puppet's chest, and it wasn't until the puppet's heart and mouth were gradually flesh and blood, and the beads in the mouth began to emit a faint light, that Nanwu stopped.

Hua Rong took down Xiao Yan's life lamp for her and received it in a sandalwood box. Then, he carefully sprinkled her wound with jade muscle powder and bandaged it gently.

On the couch, the lifeless puppet gradually began to breathe, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

And at this moment, a series of footsteps came from under the corridor, and then came the slightly eager voice of Sihai: "Master, there is a Master Sun outside, saying that he has something to discuss with you." ”

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