"An unbearable past?" Concubine Wen sneered, "The emperor also knows that the past is unbearable?!" So I'm afraid she knows, isn't it? ”

"I only say it once, you are so self-conscious!" Ling Juncheng was no longer entangled with her, he turned around and brushed his sleeves away.

Seeing that the back was resolutely gone, Concubine Wen's palm slowly contracted and clenched into a fist.

She walked to the bamboo stove, picked up the handkerchief on the side, put it on the handle, and slowly poured a cup of tea.

The fragrance of tea permeated the room, refreshing the heart, but it failed to shake off the haze that shrouded the sky.

Concubine Wen stepped on the cool night that shone into the room and closed the window, lowered her eyes and glanced at the two doors that fell to the ground, with a twist of her wrist, a powerful internal force burst out from the palm of her hand, and the two doors were lifted immediately, blocking the open door tightly.

After turning around and walking to the guqin, he reached out and pushed away the huge mural on the wall.

"Master, the man has gone far."

She stood respectfully in front of the secret door.

A moment later, a dark figure came out from behind the secret door.

He wore a half-mask, and his long, majestic body stood erect.

The facial features hidden under the mask could not see the emotion, but the rich killing intent could be seen from the bottom of his eyes.

He walked up to the table and sat down, glancing down at the steaming glass.

"For all these years, I don't believe he did it," he continued, after a moment of contemplation, "how could he be so at ease? ”

"Master, why don't you just kill him?" Concubine Wen stood beside him and whispered, "He took what should have belonged to you!" ”

"Kill him and become a man like him," his eyes were dark and cold, "everything he has now, this seat will be taken back one by one!" But definitely not in his way. ”

Concubine Wen pursed her lips, half-lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Also... Including his women? ”

The dark figure did not make a sound.

He reached out and pinched the cup to his lips and took a sip: "Your tea, it's getting better and better." ”

"But you can't cook it for your master every day." Concubine Wen's eyes were dim.

He acquiesced by not answering her question directly.

It had always been like this, as long as he didn't want to answer directly, he deliberately diverted the topic, but she already knew that he was bound to win.

"I don't drink tea every day." The heat of the hot tea covered his eyes, and his words had a deep meaning.

Concubine Wen frowned and pinched the corners of her clothes: "But Chaoge wants to see his master every day......"

Hearing this, the man clenched the cup in his hand and glanced at her slightly.

"You know what?" He withdrew his gaze and looked away, "The more you give, the more you want, and greed is not enough to swallow elephants, and I don't want to see you become like that." ”

"It's a pigeon gaffe!" Concubine Wen hurriedly knelt down, "Chao Ge wants to return to his homeland too much, so he doesn't choose what to say." ”

The dark figure stood up and looked condescendingly at her kneeling at his feet: "This seat sees that you have used her skin for too long, so you can't recognize your identity." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

The human skin mask on Concubine Wen's face fell on her hand.

She shivered and picked it up and put it on her face, covering the horrific scar on the side of her face.

"The pigeon is the master rescued from the fire, the pigeon's life is the master's, this life is obeyed by the master, and I never dare to think about anything wrong!"

She buckled her head deeply, never daring to raise her eyes to look directly at him.