Li Chongzhao came back to his senses and found that the fold had been defaced because of ink droplets. He frowned, sighed lightly, and found a brand new piece of rice paper on the case again, dipped it in ink, and thought about it for a long time, but finally dropped the pen.

Across from him was a small pear sitting in a chair without saying a word. She came to visit without warning on a snowy night, but when she came, she didn't say a word, just a cold face.

He didn't pay attention to it at first, thinking that it was just a girl's petty nature, but the longer he was silent, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Although the charcoal fire was lit early in the room, there was still a hint of coldness.

Finally, he froze and closed the fold: "What's wrong with you, your face is longer than a donkey's face?"

Xiao Li subconsciously glanced at him, and Li Chongzhao's heart twitched violently. At this moment, her eyes were red, mixed with bloodshots, but she didn't see half of the pitiful appearance, and a cold murderous aura flashed in her eyes. But it was only for a moment, which made him think that he was dazzled.

He got up from the pear wood chair, walked up to her, half-squatted down, and gently supported her shoulder: "Who chewed the root of his tongue and told me that this king went to pull out his tongue."

Xiaoli looked at Li Chongzhao in front of him, a fair-skinned and handsome face, and all kinds of things in the past were looking back in front of him. She wasn't going to persecute him and question him. She told herself that all tragedies were caused by suspicion. But at this moment, at this moment, looking at the face of the person in front of him and listening to his voice, those sanities were all burned. She held back her tears, but she still wanted to ask him, "Did you lie to me?"

Li Chongzhao was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

Xiao Li eagerly grabbed his hand: "You said you didn't lie to me, why didn't you say it."

He took her hand and soothed her mania, "I don't know who you heard what to say, but I hope you can believe me."

Xiaoli froze, but after all, she couldn't hold back her tears, she couldn't cry: "I'm afraid you don't want me anymore."

The poignancy revealed in the words made Li Chongzhao's heart ache, he subconsciously hugged her, held her tightly in his arms, and murmured: "Xiaoli, I won't fail you, I, Li Chongzhao, will never fail you in this life." He repeated this sentence quietly, as if he was saying it to Xiao Li, and more like he was saying it to himself.

Xiao Li lay on his shoulder, and the male body temperature covered her numb heart, and the ice on it melted invisibly, flowing from her heart cavity to her eyes, turning into worthless tears.

She cried so intermittently that she forgot what she said. What marriage, what Meng Yu, what betrayal, as if the thing that made her so angry that she wanted to collapse in the last second has disappeared. At this moment, only this hug, only the words of this person, the warmth in the words, is what she wants to have the most.

She choked up and asked him, "Do you still keep what I gave you?"

Li Chongzhao took her hand and led her along the skin, across the collar, touching the warm skin, and through the thin undershirt, she touched the token she had given him. He looked into her eyes: "I wear it every day, and I don't dare to leave it."

Xiao Li burst into tears and laughed, and said in a suppressed voice: "No matter what others say, I won't believe it, I only believe you." After that, she looked into his eyes and repeated solemnly, "I only believe in you." ”

Li Chongzhao smiled gently, took Xiaoli again, and quietly stroked her hair, his gentle movements were as light as the wind.

Before I knew it, the person in my arms was asleep.

Li Chongzhao tiptoed her down on the couch, gently pulled the quilt, and carefully stuffed her hands and feet into the quilt. Then he sat on the edge of the collapse and looked at Xiao Li quietly.

The person in his sleep was not restless, a pair of hands always had to escape from the quilt, Li Chongzhao looked at the hands that were as white as jade, he didn't know what he remembered, and his eyes moved away unnaturally.

But after all, he shoved her hand into the quilt again.

He looked up through the window and looked out of the house, where the snow was falling incessantly.

Li Chongzhao stood up, walked out of the room lightly, and carefully closed the door.

Walking outside, I knew how cold it was.

His eyes were covered in silver, and the cold air from the shop made his fuzzy mind clear up a lot.

It seems that what happened a few days ago is still fresh in my mind.

He did lie to her.

When the murder case in the city was committed, he disappeared for three days, but he didn't go to Xishan, nor did he learn the craft from any master.

He was in the palace for those three days.

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Not long after the murder, he received a secret report from the palace, saying that the queen was suffering from nightmare, and she was often frightened and dreamy, and her mind was worried. At first, he didn't care, because the queen always used one excuse or another to send him to the palace, talking about nothing more than those marriage events. He was tired of listening, but he couldn't attack, so he had to hide and hide. Besides, the investigation of the case and some troubles in his heart were enough for him to feel good, so he did not go to the palace to visit.

Who would have thought that when he and Xiaoli broke up unhappily that day, he really planned to go hunting to relieve his boredom, but before he arrived at the city gate, he received news from Shen Mu that the queen was really terminally ill.

hurriedly entered the palace, but cautiously avoided the eyes and ears of the people in the palace. hurriedly arrived at the queen's palace, only to find that Meng Yu had been taking care of the queen without clothes.

He looked at his mother on the sickbed, his cheeks thin, his eyes black, and his chest full of guilt.

He couldn't help but ask Meng Yu: "Why is my mother so sick?" Why don't you go to your father, are all the people in the hospital dead? ”

Meng Yu explained in a loud voice: "The queen mother fell ill suddenly, and before the mother lost consciousness, she instructed Aunt Liu not to leak the news, and only called the mother the Buddha to the outside world and not to outsiders." After that, she sighed, "Lord, you must also understand the current situation, and the fourth prince is not at peace. If the queen falls, not to mention that the harem is messed up, it will involve fluctuations in the power of the previous dynasty. Grandpa died unexpectedly, and the Meng family was also in danger. In front of and behind them, there are hundreds of thousands of people. I am a woman, I don't have any skills, so I can only enter the palace to do some meager help for the queen. ”

His heart gradually calmed down, and he understood that what she said was true, but it was even heavier: "What disease did my mother suffer? I don't believe what they say. ”

Meng Yu was a little hesitant, but he had to speak with difficulty in his pursuing gaze: "Lord Wang, it's the evil ...... entering the body."

He was stunned for a moment, and struggled to squeeze out two words from between his teeth: "Ridiculous......"

Meng Yu shook her head: "This does sound like nonsense, but the prince must know that strange things have been recorded in the annals of history. Now that the monsters in the city are infested, if it weren't for the immortal cultivators on Shu Mountain, how could they be so calm. It stands to reason that once the monster is removed, there should be no evil in the body......"

She lowered her eyebrows for a long time, and then her gaze returned to the sleeping queen: "Unless...... There are still demons ...... uncleared."