Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Mystery of the Heart

"What?!"

"Fang Cai Liu Ruoqian went to Tianrui Pavilion to find Ye Gongzi......"

"You said Childe was drunk?" The Pavilion Master of the Water Moon Pavilion, Hong Qin, was a little surprised, and his tone was unconsciously much higher when he spoke

Jean leaned over at her feet, and her voice was much more steady than hers.

"Yes, Gongzi sat in the gazebo on the shore and drank too much, and the Qin Pavilion Lord has already sent someone to guard it"

Hearing the affirmative answer, she rushed out immediately, but stopped the moment she stepped out the door. Her hands were clenched, her lower lip was biting, her eyes blinking quickly, as if she was thinking about something quickly.

She suddenly retracted her steps, walked back step by step, and sat down where she was, as if she was deflated, she lost her energy, and she thought softly in her mouth

"Can't give up, none of us can give up" After speaking, she gently closed her eyes, and a teardrop rolled down her eye.

"Dong Dong Dong" Qi stood in front of the door that had been opened, knocking gently, Hong Qin turned her head, secretly wiped away her tears, and she calmed down

"Come in"

Hearing the sound of chess, he stepped into the room and knelt behind Jean

"Pavilion Master, our people met the person from the Tianrui Pavilion at the foot of the mountain outside the city, that person was injured and has been brought back, do you want to see the Pavilion Master?"

Only then did Hongqin raise his eyes to look at her, injured? This......

"Bring people here"

"Yes" Qi got up and retreated, Qin was still lying on the ground, Hongqin looked at her and sighed softly

"Childe is drunk, you can help take care of it more, step down"

"Yes"

After a while, Qi led the dark guard covered with red dots to appear in front of the door.

"Pavilion Master, the people have arrived"

"Come in" After the man came in, Hongqin waved his hand, and the chess retreated and closed the door.

"Are you the person sent to the White Mansion by the Pavilion?" She sat down at the low table and raised her hand to pour herself a cup of tea

"Exactly," the man knelt on the ground with his head bowed, his hands held high, and his head buried in his chest.

Hongqin took a sip of the teacup, raised his eyes and glanced at it, and put down the teacup before he spoke leisurely

"How did you get this injury?"

The secret guard told her everything that had happened, and she subconsciously frowned when she talked about the white-haired man, could this person really be the legendary Lan family? She looked at the person kneeling in front of her, and thought about Jin Feng's words, and suddenly felt extremely dull in her chest.

After the secret guard finished talking about things, he didn't hear any movement for a long time, he secretly raised his head, and saw Hongqin holding his chest in a daze, he didn't dare to speak, so he had to lower his head again.

I don't know how long it took, but the dark guard's legs were numb on her knees, and she breathed a sigh of relief. And he saw a man kneeling on the ground

"Let's go down"

The man straightened up, his legs were out of strength, and he barely stood up with his hands on the ground, and he held on to the door and moved out little by little.