"Hey, isn't this my lost little lady? How did it end up here? ”

Suddenly, a strange tone of words made Du Shaoran, who was in a state of vigilance, instantly blacken her face, she turned around stiffly, looked at the person who was walking in her direction, and couldn't bear to scold the swear words.

"Du Niangzi, don't come to harm!" Dong Qiuxu was still that coquettish, seeing Du Shaoran's good-looking peach blossom eyes and smiling, and then he did not hesitate to push aside the crowd surrounding her, and took her into his arms, the tight movements were like holding a long-lost treasure, which was especially cherished.

His move also shocked everyone, after all, Du Shaoran was a so-called assassin.

"Inside." A cold and low voice sounded in their ears, and everyone was holding their breath.

Du Shaoran looked at the man outside the crowd when he heard the sound, his white hair was piercing, neatly tied high, even if he looked closely, he couldn't see a single messy hair, his face was so delicate that it was suffocating, his narrow eyebrows, bewitching and tall, and his cold black eyes flashed with an unapproachable coolness. At this moment, he was wearing a monotonous white dress with gold threads behind his back, and even though he was a few meters away, he still felt the nobility that could not be ignored.

"Let's go!" Dong Qiuxu dragged her away and followed behind the man.

Du Shaoran continued to pull and walk with Dong Qiu, her eyes kept staring at the person in front of her, and her heart was beating a drum, it stands to reason that such a big frame must be Lord Yun, but looking at his appearance, he is about twenty or five years old, but the Lord Yun she inquired about is obviously nearly half a hundred years old, what kind of prince and noble? More powerful than the regent? It is estimated that eight or nine is not far from ten, and if you think about it, his appearance is somewhat similar to Dong Qiuxu.

"Lady? Wife? What do you think? Dong Qiuxu's right hand kept shaking in front of her eyes.

"Huh?" Du Shaoran came back to his senses, glanced at Dong Qiuxu, who was face to face with her, and then noticed that she had already walked into a hall, to be honest, this palace was simply built according to the palace, magnificent, and the soles of the marble floor tiles were cold, not to mention those priceless objects that were used as decorations.

"Who is here, why did you want to break into my Cloud King's Mansion?" The man sitting on the top seat sat very lazily, his right hand supporting his sharpened chin, leaning against the cushion, but his eyes were staring directly at Du Shaoran.

Du Shaoran was trembling when he saw it, and he originally wanted to recommend himself, but now he can't say the words when he comes to his mouth, even if he speaks, he doesn't know what he is saying.

"Uncle Huang, don't be embarrassed for her, this is my sweetheart!" Dong Qiu continued to speak, and took her in his arms again. There was a proud expression on his face.

"Uncle Huang?" What does it mean? Call him Uncle Huang, then it's Lord Yun?? Isn't Dong Qiuxu a relative of the emperor...

"Oh? Baby? Dong Yunhuang raised his eyebrows leisurely, his voice was low and cold, he glanced at Du Shaoran, who had never said a word, and turned his dark eyes to Dong Qiuxu: "Why does this king think that this little girl, where have you seen it?" ”

"Nope! You haven't seen it! Uncle Huang, the nephew and the lady still have something to do, go first! ”

Immediately afterwards, two dark guards dressed in black, wrapped in only two eyes, blocked Dong Qiuxu and Du Shaoran's way.

Dong Yunhuang looked at the backs of Dong Qiuxu and Du Shaoran, and pretended to reminisce: "This king remembers that more than ten years ago, a little girl was lost in the house, and that was the king's concubine!" Although his voice was not loud, it echoed in the huge hall, and then it came to his ears, and he only felt creepy.

Dong Qiu continued to smile and turned around, his eyebrows and eyes were full of cunning and flattery: "My nephew, this lady was picked up from Central and Southern China, so she is not a concubine." After speaking, he turned his head and asked Du Shaoran, who was still confused: "Lady, did you say it?" ”

Du Shaoran just wanted to get away from Dong Qiuhuang as soon as possible, so he nodded along with Dong Qiuxu without thinking much, just because Dong Yunhuang's words just now evoked her memory, he was right, she was only seven years old more than ten years ago, and there was indeed a good-looking pervert who wanted to raise her as a concubine... But how could it be him? The man had black hair...