When Mr. Liu said this, the little guy with a plate on the side of the road passed by and looked curiously in this direction.

And Mr. Liu squinted, then lowered his voice and followed Ruoyu and said, "Miss, there are many people here, you come with me." ”

Ruoyu kept a distance of three or two steps from him, all the way to the pavilion, and more than a dozen goldfish in the pond around the pavilion saw that someone was coming, all swimming against the water, as if they wanted to ask for a little food, and the fiery red color was very good-looking.

Seeing that there was no one in the pavilion, Mr. Liu turned back and walked to Ruoyu's side, looked at the pond and said, "Miss, you ...... Do you remember the past? ”

Knowing that this place was not safe, Ruoyu shook her head without wasting much time, and replied with a faint smile: "Well, I don't remember many things before, who are you?" ”

Hearing this, Mr. Liu stirred his delicate hands and lowered his head without speaking, and his gentle hair slid down his cheeks, making his face as white as the autumn moon more and more beautiful.

When he raised his eyes, there was some moisture in his eyes, and he showed a slightly pale smile at Ruoyu and said, "Miss, I am the queen's side....... No, it's the people around Miss Jinhua, Miss Jinhua was worried that the plan would not be successful, so she placed me in this palace to teach the little prince to read, and now Miss Jinhua, who treats me like a mountain, is gone, but I still live ......"

Miss Jinhua? I think I've heard this name somewhere......

"Who is Miss Jinhua?"

"It's your aunt, since we got married to Fengguo and our relatives, Miss Jinhua hasn't had a day of happiness."

Listening to Mr. Liu's words, Ruoyu's body was also shocked, and there seemed to be a little crazy voice in his ears from yesterday, and he said that his aunt's heart was like a snake and scorpion.......

After a slight hesitation, Ruoyu patted the shoulder of the person next to her and asked, "Then, what is the plan you said was exposed?" ”

Mr. Liu's eyes were cold, faded from the sad color of Fang Cai, clenched his fists and said simply: "Kill the king, kill the king." ”

Jun Shougong is the emperor of today's Ling State, the father of Jun Wuyao and Jun Ying.......

No wonder Jun Wuyi hated his aunt like this, it turned out that he was plotting to kill the king, and if Jinhua is gone, this hatred is now passed on to him.

Seeing that Ruoyu was speechless for a while, Mr. Liu on the side said again: "Miss, if I didn't know that you were still alive, the little one would have gone with Miss Jinhua a long time ago, and when I found a way out, I would take Miss Qingwen to leave this palace." ”

Looking at Mr. Liu's weak appearance, although what he said was with true affection, even if one day he suddenly said that he wanted to take him away, he didn't dare to follow, not to mention that it would affect him, and the two of them couldn't go far, thinking of this, he smiled lightly and said: "I know your kindness, but don't bother more, when Wei Qianfan takes me away, you can follow along." ”

I thought that Mr. Liu would nod, but I saw him shaking his head and said, "Miss, you can't believe him, if he could take you away, wouldn't he have taken you away earlier, and how much did he help you?" ”

Hearing this, Ruoyu felt her chest tighten, and Wei Qianfan ...... How much did he help himself after all......

But isn't he obligated to help himself, and he hasn't seen him since that day.

Mr. Liu left first, and he still looked at the pond water, and the water surface gradually rippled in circles, and the raindrops were cool on his body, this was his first rain here.

didn't go to block the rain at all, Ruoyu just wanted to let the rain drip on her body, and Mr. Liu's words just now explained too many things to herself, and she wanted to use the rain to wash away her own messy thoughts.

I thought too much about it, but I didn't notice that my body was not covered with rain, but the soil around me was wet.

When I turned around, I saw a person wearing only a single coat, a person who was holding his coat on top of his head, he wet his hair and smiled faintly at his slightly weak face: "Qing'er, you still like to watch the rain." ”

The tone is so soft, with a taste of pampering, as if a feather has slipped to the bottom of the heart.