It's another day, the sky is clear, and the wind is smooth.

But on this extremely warm and comfortable day, Xuanqing couldn't even smile.

Just because early this morning, she knocked on Ouyang Luochen's door in a good mood, but Ouyang Luochen looked at her with complicated eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything and welcomed her into the house.

Xuanqing walked to the table, poured two cups of tea, handed one to Ouyang Luochen, and drank the other cup himself. After taking a sip of water, he asked casually, "Where are you going today?" There was an inexplicable sense of panic in my heart. For some reason, when she looked at Ouyang Luochen's expression just now, she felt that something bad was wrong.

This made her feel very uncomfortable, but over the years she had become accustomed to keeping her feelings hidden.

She is no longer the little girl who first came here and didn't understand anything.

There was a deathly silence for a moment.

Ouyang Luochen seemed to be thinking about something, and Xuanqing felt even more flustered, and his palms couldn't help but feel a little sweat. His face was still silent, but he felt that his smile was a little stiff.

Halfway, Ouyang Luochen gently put the teacup in his hand on the table and said softly, "Qing'er, you have been in the palace for nine years." There was no wave in his tone, just a calm statement, Xuanqing nodded, "um", and waited for his next words.

"Nine years, you're sixteen. I said I wanted you to be a killer, and you agreed. Qing'er, now, are you willing to kill the first person for me? ”

His tone was very gentle, his eyes looked at Xuanqing softly, as if he was asking for her consent, and his smile was also very friendly, as if killing someone was just pinching an ant to death for him.

Hearing this, Xuanqing was stunned on the spot, his hand was loosened, the teacup was crooked, and he almost fell, and the tea splashed on the back of his hand. Although it wasn't hot, it brought her back to her senses, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart, he really gave her a thunderbolt on a sunny day! But why does she still feel sad? Do you still feel afraid?

Isn't this the path that Ouyang Luochen has arranged for her from the beginning? Didn't she agree a long time ago? Didn't she make up her mind a long time ago?

Her reaction seemed to be expected by Ouyang Luochen, he stood in front of her, took the teacup in her hand, placed it on the table, and gently wiped her hand clean with a handkerchief.

She stared at him in a daze, with unconcealed sadness in her eyes.

He said softly: "Qing'er, for me, become the best killer." As he spoke, he hugged Xuanqing into his arms and gently stroked her silky hair.

In a trance, Xuanqing seemed to be in a dream, and the handsome man with picturesque eyebrows and white clothes appeared in front of him.

She couldn't help but murmur softly unconsciously: "Luo Xun ......" The voice was so light that she didn't even hear it clearly, and Ouyang Luochen didn't hear it clearly, but she vaguely heard the word "Luo", thinking that Xuanqing was calling him, so she let out a lazy "um".

Xuanqing came back to her senses, she didn't know what she had just said, but she remembered what he said, biting her lower lip, she opened her mouth with great difficulty, and answered "Okay".

From now on, she thought, she would never be able to recover......

Ouyang Luochen's order to Xuanqing was to let her kill Jia Zhengtao, the minister of the imperial court and the servant of the ministry. This person is Ouyang Luochen's political enemy, and he has repeatedly opposed Ouyang Luochen above the court.