Youhuan's mind was blank, her hand unconsciously clenched Zhao Huajin's clothes, and her low-hanging eyelashes sparkled because of her weak heart.

Zhao Huajin hugged Youhuan back to the East Palace, attracting a lot of attention along the way.

"You just wanted to die?" Zhao Huajin put Youhuan on the chaise longue, squatting, her eyes were level with her, and her eyes were well understood.

Youhuan lowered her head, bit her lip, and her voice was hoarse, "It's not ......"

Zhao Huajin sank his face and asked again, "Do you have anything else to say to this palace?" ”

Youhuan said angrily: "Thank you......"

Zhao Huajin seemed to laugh very lightly, and Youhuan's cold hairs stood up, and she always felt that this smile was not because she was happy, but because she was about to be angry.

"What else?"

Youhuan panicked and shook her head.

Zhao Huajin got up and dusted off his sleeves, You Huan could see the ring around his waist, and he didn't dare to look up again.

"Tomorrow morning, the palace will send someone to send you out of the palace." Zhao Huajin's voice was cold and decisive, falling on Youhuan's heart like a knife, "You will be free in the future." ”

He gave Youhuan a lot of opportunities.

Youhuan raised her head violently and met Zhao Huajin's gaze, she knew that Zhao Huajin never joked.

"Hongu doesn't like liars." He thought that he had indulged enough with Baili Youhuan, but Baili Youhuan repeatedly challenged his bottom line.

The corners of the snow-white clothes crossed a transparent arc in the air, reflecting in Youhuan's eyes, and Zhao Huajin's back gave her an infinite sense of distance.

Youhuan hurriedly stretched out her hand and pulled the corner of Zhao Huajin's clothes, because the movement was too big, she fell off the couch with a "bang", and she gasped.

The scarred wrist was exposed, but Youhuan didn't have time to care about anything else, just red eyes, looking at Zhao Huajin's gaze as if she was about to cry in the next second.

Zhao Huajin's expression has not changed, he has been carefully raised for a long time to Youhuan, as if he had picked up a kitten from outside, but this kitten is still not familiar with it, and he is only willing to be close to him when he has something to eat, and knows how to please him.

So what does he keep for such a pet.

Zhao Huajin broke free of Youhuan and left without looking back, leaving only the lotus fragrance in the air that had not yet dispersed.

Listening to Zhao Huajin's footsteps walking farther and farther until he disappeared, Youhuan pursed her lips tightly, sat up cross-legged, and leaned on the feet of the couch with her back.

"She's from Hongu."

"Her life and death can only be decided by this palace."

You Huan felt as if the tip of her heart had been gently scratched, and the gray world seemed to have a small beam of light running in quietly through the gap in the dark clouds.

Youhuan wants to keep it.

In the middle of the night, the study of the East Palace was brightly lit, and Ling Jian came in with a bunch of folds, thinking that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was afraid that he would have to rest in the study today.

A palace man ran over and said something in Ling Jian's ear, looking embarrassed.

"Got it, you go down."

"Yes."

Ling Jian turned back to the study, and Zhao Huajin lowered his head to hold the pen under the light, which made people can't bear to disturb this picture.

"Your Highness, the Lord of Youhuan asks to see you."

The last time the county lord of Youhuan came, he didn't report it, and then he was punished by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to clean the ten-mile gallery by the autumn pool, and a group of palace people were there to watch the excitement.

"Hmm."

Ling Jian saw that Zhao Huajin had no follow-up, so he didn't ask any more questions and retreated quietly.

The night is very cold, and the county lord of Youhuan should go back after a while.

When Ling Jian was guarding outside the study, he finally heard His Royal Highness the Crown Prince call inside, "Take her in." ”