The ink slowly melted, thick and light.

On the spy report, the words of the Night Monarch's Tomb were reflected in front of her eyes.

Hua Wan frowned slightly, and the hand holding the pen was in the air.

At this time, Hua Wan raised her beautiful eyes slightly, swept over Mu Han's ice-like handsome face at this time, and groaned.

Then, she put her beautiful eyes on the cage newspaper again, still looking at the page with the name of the Night Monarch's Mausoleum, and couldn't tell what she was thinking.

The hourglass is pouring down, and the incense burner is full of aroma.

After half a moment, Mu Han's eyes finally fell on the table under the stage, and half of his body crawled on Hua Wan on the table.

What is her emotion? Mu Han turned his face slightly, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly:

She's well hidden.

She knew the angle, and he couldn't have seen her face clearly. She could only be seen, crawling motionless on the table.

Is she crying for the Tomb of the Night King? Mu Han's handsome eyebrows, which were already slightly furrowed, deepened a little.

The room is quiet and empty, with soft light.

Hua Wan Qingsi danced gently with the night breeze, and the whole person looked incomparably weak.

"Huh!" Mu Han laughed bitterly at himself, and his good-looking eyebrows and eyes were stained with hurt.

He told himself:

Even if it's the Tomb of the Night Monarch, it's good that she's safe!

Even if he forced himself to think like this, Mu Han couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his heart.

He never believed it, he Mu Han couldn't win back her heart!

In the midst of his thoughts, Mu Han had already walked down from the high platform and stood still at Hua Wan's desk in the aisle.

She lay on her desk, cleverly covering her entire face. The ink dripping from the brush in his hand has dried up and solidified.

"No, weep for that golden phoenix again!" Mu Han's breath was slight, his slender fingers were inserted into his hair, and he gently stroked the green silk that spread out like a waterfall: "He doesn't deserve a drop of your tears!" ”

"Brother Junling...... Woo woo......" Hua Wan muttered a low whimper, her shoulders shook slightly, revealing a white and delicate.

"......" Mu Han's fingers stroked slightly, and her murmuring voice made it difficult to control herself.

But the name she shouted was another man.

"Brother Junling......" Hua Wan muttered again, her voice even softer than before.

Is the Tomb of the Night Monarch as unforgettable to her? Mu Hanfeng's eyes froze, Huo Ran pulled away, turned around and left the study.

Inside the study.

After Mu Han left, Hua Wan propped herself up, slowly pushed the spy to the side, and looked at the door of the study with beautiful eyes, Mu Han, who was standing in the wind, flashed a trace of light in her eyes.

You want to test her with the Tomb of the Night Monarch?

That's great! And she showed him:

The last thing he wanted was what he wanted.

But then again.

Reliving her life, many things have exceeded her expectations.

She remembered the previous life, the time when she married in the third year of the Holy Dynasty, Yejun Ling married Hua Yurou.

Before that, Hua Yurou had never even been to the Great Zhou Emperor.

This year is the first year of the saint, why did Hua Yurou appear in front of the Night Monarch's Mausoleum in advance?

What the hell is going on?

On the spy report, the first time Yejunling saw Hua Yurou, he asked her to accompany her and pamper her.

The person of the Night Monarch's Tomb, Hua Wan still hasn't understood:

In the previous life, Hua Wan remembered the night before she got married.

The Night Monarch's Mausoleum came to the Hou Mansion and said to her:

Your stepmother gave birth to that daughter, and she looks like you in one or two ways.

Tomorrow, I will marry her and be the concubine of His Royal Highness.

In the previous life, before and after people, he clearly hated her Hua Wan so much.

In the end, she was willing to marry a woman who was somewhat similar to her?