The knuckled hand gently touched the delicate, smooth side of the face, along the contours of the ear to the earlobe. The skin under the fingertips is full of mild heat, and it is no different from the skin of ordinary people, if you have to say that it is different, it is that this face is like clotted fat, ice muscle and jade bones.

Could it be that I guessed wrong?

Si Yan hesitated, and in a daze, his fingertips stopped on Twilight's cheek and forgot to take it back. The distance between the two was very close, and almost the breath between each other could be clearly smelled, and Si Yan touched Twilight's clothes from time to time because of the light rhythm of the hair on the sideburns of his body leaning forward.

Twilight stagnated her breath and didn't dare to make the slightest movement or expression, she pressed the panic in her heart tightly, lest Si Yan really see something.

The disguise technique of the Jacaranda Palace is very exquisite, and it is difficult for a general disguiser who is not a top disguiser to detect the flaw, and Twilight does not know what Si Yan relied on to doubt himself. Could it be that he also has a deep understanding of disguise? As soon as this conjecture crossed her mind, Twilight panicked.

It's not a pity for her to die, what she is most afraid of is that it will affect her own palace master and red sleeves, once she exposes the Tianji Gate, she will inevitably besiege them, and the Si Yan martial arts in front of her are obviously impossible to successfully escape above her.

They are caught, and then the Tianji Gate will lay a net of heaven and earth, waiting for the arrival of the palace master and then annihilation in one fell swoop. Thinking of this, Twilight couldn't help but feel frightened and chilled.

No, no matter what, you can't implicate the palace master, Twilight thought about it again and again, and finally decided that if Si Yan really found out the clue, she would take all the problems by herself, and then commit suicide by taking poison, and there would be no proof of death. At that time, the palace master will return to see the opportunity to act and turn things around.

Twilight made up her mind and her emotions slowly eased, and just as she was holding on to generosity and throwing her head and spilling blood, Si Yan retreated straight away, only to inadvertently scratch Twilight's cheek with his oval fingertips the moment he retreated.

It's over!

He did!

Twilight's mind collapsed at this moment, she quickly took a few steps back, turned her back to Si Yan very quickly, and then she reached out and pressed the corner of the dough and quietly waited for the storm to come.

Footsteps march!

Twilight closed her eyes tightly, she already felt the coldness of the Yuhua sword behind her, Si Yan insisted on the long sword and approached step by step, and the next moment waiting for her must be the end of being stabbed into a hornet's nest.

Twilight was silent, swallowed his saliva fiercely, touched the medicine bottle on his waist and poured out a white pill with a familiar gesture, and slowly raised his hand to swallow it, ending this life.

"I didn't mean to, did Qingqing get hurt?"

Twilight's hand flickered, and the poison was within a finger of her lips.

She was a little confused, and she didn't understand what Si Yan meant. But she didn't have the extra heart to guess the meaning, just because she heard the footsteps, she already felt that Si Yan was about to come to her.

"I'm fine, don't come here yet." Twilight quickly interrupted his progress.

Hearing her anxious and flustered voice, Si Yan suddenly thought that the scratch was very serious, she didn't let herself get close to Si Yan and followed his meaning, beautiful women have always been very concerned about their appearance, which is understandable to him, "Is there bloodshed?" ”

Also, her skin is so delicate, it can be broken by blowing, and her fingertips are so sharp that they must have been cut.

"No, no. It's not serious, I'll just go back and wipe it. Twilight's head shook like a rattle.

She understood now that Si Yan hadn't discovered her secret at all, and since she hadn't found out about Twilight, her heart was relaxed. It's just that in the current situation, she must not let Si Yan see her face, otherwise everything will be ruined again.

Si Yan heard the resistance in her words, and the discomfort in his chest gradually derived, he pursed his thin lips slightly, his eyes were heavy, "Then I'll go to the doctor to get some medicine." ”

"No, I've got it myself." Twilight refused without hesitation, she had been frightened enough today, if she could, she didn't want to see him again today, "Si Yan, I'll go back to rub the medicine first, it's time for breakfast, you better hurry up to the cafeteria!" ”

Twilight didn't dare to say more, the skin on her cheeks that was rapidly peeling off didn't allow her to delay any longer. She raised her feet and walked quickly in the direction of the courtyard, not caring about what Si Yan wanted.

Si Yan held the long sword, looking at the back of the hurried piggyback, his good-looking brows folded slightly, he always felt that something was not right with Lou Qingqing in the past two days, and he couldn't say what was wrong. obviously has the same face, even the tone and behavior are exactly the same, but why does it give him the illusion that he is not the same person.

Si Yan was puzzled.

As soon as Twilight returned to the courtyard, all the skin on her face fell off, and she lost Qu Wanwan's beautiful face, and Twilight instantly became dull.

She pushed the door open and walked into the room, and closed the door tightly, not only the door, but also the window and any other places that could be exposed.

After finishing this series, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief and walked in the direction of the bed, bent over, leaned over, and reached out to find a wooden box from under the bed.

Twilight sat in front of the bronze mirror with the box, and slowly opened the wooden box, and a round glass-colored porcelain plate came into view, and she lifted the lid of the porcelain plate; Inside, a white skin identical to Qu Wanwan appeared, and the dough was soaked in the potion and gently shook with the water.

The potion, which soaked the dough, was slightly sticky, and as soon as Twilight's hand reached in, she felt a cold sensation go straight into her bones, and she twisted the ends of the dough with both hands and slowly dragged it out of the potion.

At the doorway, the wind swept and fluttered the fallen leaves on the ground, the fruit on the pear tree was quietly growing, and a thrush sang a euphemistic tune among the branches and leaves.

In front of the bronze mirror, Twilight fits the last edge, and after the hand, the person in the mirror has become the original peerless appearance of the city. Next to it, there is an eyebrow pen and an unopened rouge, Twilight, holding the eyebrow pencil and drawing a scratch the length of a little knuckle on the place where Si Yan has crossed, and then using the rouge as a color, a fresh and realistic scratch is perfectly achieved.

Twilight put down her eyebrow pencil and sat upright in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the beautiful and crowned face that did not belong to her, and she had thought that the grumpy and vicious Oiran was extremely beautiful in the place where she had hooked the fence.

Because almost all the men who came there were impressed by her beautiful appearance, and they did not hesitate to spend thousands of gold and silver for Bo Yixiao, and some even preferred to have their wives separated than spend the night with the beautiful Oiran. And when Twilight saw Qu Wanwan, she suddenly realized how dull and ordinary the original gorgeous Oiran was.

She still vividly remembered that the unwilling and ashamed look on her face when she died, and that was enough to give her great comfort in every sleepless night.

In the cafeteria, Red Sleeves, as always, turned her gaze to Jing Lan's bowl after eating all the dishes by herself, and she was very glad that Jing Lan's love was basically the same as herself. Every time he chooses a dish, it will be the one she doesn't choose and likes to eat, and Red Sleeves regards this discovery as his little secret.

Jing Lan noticed her gaze and pretended to sigh, "Alas, it seems that there are a lot of dishes that I can't finish eating, and the taste of this sweet and sour pork rib today is not as good as a few days ago." ”

Jing Lan shook her head with a deep sigh, as if she regretted the lack of flavor in the dish.

"Really? I'll taste it. Red Sleeves raised his chopsticks, held a piece and chewed it in his mouth, "Well, it's really a lot worse than the previous days, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

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