Zhou Caiwei didn't agree at first, and nodded slowly under Su Xiaomeng's soft and hard bubbles.

Zhao Yu still came to Zhou Caiwei when she had nothing to do, and she never avoided Su Xiaomeng in intimate matters.

Xu is experienced, no matter what Zhao Yu's face is, Su Xiaomeng can turn a blind eye and just do her own thing quietly.

But the more she was like this, the more unhappy Zhao Yu became, and she came with a black face several times, and her face was even darker, without exception.

Su Xiaomeng was not shocked on the surface, but was secretly anxious, looking forward to the coming of the New Year.

This is Dayan's first New Year, and the importance of this in the palace can be seen, and there is an opportunity in the lively and busy.

"Vier, there will be a meeting later. After saying the last sentence, she looked at Zhou Caiwei affectionately for a few seconds, and Su Xiaomeng got into the pre-prepared vat, and her heart finally let go.

After the security check, ahh

The car walked slowly for a long time, and at the moment of stopping, Su Xiaomeng suddenly pushed open the lid on the vat, stood up, and was about to yell "Lao Tzu is out" but was frightened by the scene in front of him.

Who will tell her if the person standing with her back and wearing a bright yellow dragon robe is Zhao Yu?

"Zhou Jinhuan, you are so bold. ”

If body shapes can be similar, what about voices?

"Niang Niang asked me to ...... The slave and maid leave the palace...... Wander around ......"

Su Xiaomeng felt that she was about to cry stupidly by herself, and sure enough, Zhao Yu's face became even more gloomy.

"Your Majesty, since you don't want to see the slave and maid, and you don't have the intention of killing the slave and maid, why can't you let the slave and maid go?"

The consequence of the crime against the wind was that Zhao Yu pulled out his sword and pressed it against her neck, his face was extremely ugly: "Who said that I didn't have the intention of killing you?"

This...... It seems a little embarrassing.

Su Xiaomeng was stunned for only a second, and then quickly knelt down, squeezing out a few tears, and her acting skills were a little exaggerated.

"Scared?" Zhao Yu squatted down, reached out and pinched Su Xiaomeng's chin, there was a hint of happiness in her expression, it was that kind of perverted pleasure that made Su Xiaomeng's body shrink slightly, and she pursed her lips silently: her current state of not being able to touch the ground really makes her have no confidence.

Her life and death may be just a thought of Zhao Yu.

"Someone, take her to the dungeon. ”

Such words made Su Xiaomeng secretly relieved, Xu is nerves were so tense that he fainted all of a sudden.

Su Xiaomeng woke up to the sound of firecrackers, and the light of the fire illuminated the dim dungeon, but it could not bring in the joyful atmosphere.

I don't know if Zhao Yu has forgotten her existence, her days in the dungeon have passed slowly, desperate and long.

The conditions in the dungeon were terrible, it was too cold, and she was sick, but she had to survive, because no one cared about her life or death.

She had never felt the cold of midwinter so truly, and she had never felt so truly that she and Zhou Jinhuan were one.

Su Xiaomeng's time has not been short, but she has never really felt that she is Zhou Jinhuan, she has always felt that she is just another person who lives on Zhou Jinhuan, as long as she wants to, she can be completely separated.

What a whimsical idea!

But today she knows, what Su Xiaomeng, there is no such person in this world at all, only the princess Zhou Jinhuan of the previous dynasty.

Since then, she has been Zhou Jinhuan, and she is only Zhou Jinhuan.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jinhuan hit the iron fence of the dungeon headlong, and let Yinhong's blood flow into his eyes, dyeing everything he saw with a layer of blood red, bewitching and cruel.