A hundred zhang square.

Let her be wild and let her spread, no one can control it.

It's really a beautiful promise, if she was young in the previous life, she met Dry Bone Huan, and he said such a thing, maybe she would really be moved.

But now, her heart is cold.

She stood on the bank of the lotus pond, and the wind lantern hanging under the corridor by the pond emitted a faint blue light, illuminating her face dreamily and mysteriously.

"My heart is in the world, not in your hundred zhangyuan."

She smiled ruthlessly, without the slightest emotion: "And leave your hundred zhang square circle to other women, perhaps, she will be happy and happy, goodbye." ”

With that, she took a step forward and strode away.

was reborn with monstrous hatred, and what she wanted was definitely not the beautiful Baizhang Fangyuan, but the whole world.

The world of warlords.

Kill, kill, kill, take back everything that belongs to her Zhao family.

She rejected his promise and chose the path of the pinnacle of thorns.

Many years later, when she stood on a high place, she understood the truth that a high place is unbearable, and what she missed most was his hundred zhang square.

That's an afterword.

A peerless man reclining in the lotus pond, his handsome silhouette immersed in the shadows.

The thin red lips slowly evoke a bewitching arc, and there is a silent weirdness in the transformation of light and shadow.

Situ Ge appeared behind him silently and bowed respectfully: "Your Highness, people are far away." ”

He hid outside the door and watched Qiu Yinong leave safely, before turning back to the courtyard.

Actually, in Qiu Yinong's hid in the other garden, Situ Ge had already solved the two killers for her, so Qiu Yinong would not be in any danger.

"Hmm."

The tail note of Dry Bone Huan dragged on, revealing a loose laziness.

"Your Highness, as you expected, the strong autumn mood can really alleviate your pain of backlash." Situ Ge admired His Highness the Seventh even more.

He understands the art of the I Ching, and can actually calculate the person who coincides with his life according to the eight characters of a person's birthdate.

So that on the night of the curse backlash, he brought autumn to his side.

Thanks to those two killers, Situ Ge didn't have much effort, and Qiu Yinong broke into the other garden by himself.

Perhaps, this is really providential.

"It's not that Qiu Yinong and this king's fate coincide, but someone else."

Kuguhuan's words were unclear, and his voice was ethereal and ethereal, like a whisper of uncertainty, but it also seemed like a casual confidence.

"Your Highness, what do you mean by this?" Situ Ge didn't know what Dry Bone Huan meant?

Obviously, it was Qiu Yinong who helped him relieve the pain of backlash, why did His Highness say that it was not Qiu Yinong, but someone else?

He was very puzzled, but he saw that Dry Guhuan was leaning on the edge of the lotus pond with a tired face, and he was already a little drowsy.

His face was haggard and pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Situ Ge felt sorry for him, and he didn't dare to ask again, so he stayed there, and when the momentum of the backlash passed, His Highness could feel better.

After a long time, he suddenly heard a voice as slight as a breeze: "King Yue should be angry, the heads of those two assassins, one to the Yue Palace, and the other to the palace." ”