Bai Wanwan didn't sleep long before she was woken up by the sound of rain, and the rain almost never stopped, and even got heavier and heavier.

She got up and found a basin of washing water on the side of the hall, rinsed her mouth and wiped her face briefly, and then pushed the door open.

Outside, raindrops slide down the cyan tiles, condense into threads under the eaves, and make a crisp sound on the branches and leaves of the plants.

The sky is blue, as clean as washing, but the look of the broad daylight is a little depressing.

In the distance, a maid came with her clothes and a meal, Bai Wanwan was a little surprised, she, the unfavored abandoned concubine, didn't stop eating? Isn't it necessary to go to the kitchen to steal food by yourself?

But come to think of it, no matter how you say it, she won't starve her, after all, she is still nominally the wife of the night hanging, and her position seems to be the highest in the harem.

There are no concubines in the night, except for her, the others are the daughters of the old ministers of the court who stuffed in to save face. As for the other people who have dirty intentions and try to hook up with the night hanging pheasant to become a phoenix, they have all been thrown into the snake cave and rotten with holes.

There are thousands of thoughts in her heart, Bai Wanwan still hasn't thought of any good way to brush the favorability of the night hanging, according to the plot, it won't be long before the saint Yu Qingxue will appear, she has to hurry up.

The faces of the maids and eunuchs who served Bai Wanwan were all gray, and she couldn't help but feel a little depressed when she connected to the ugly face of the imperial doctor yesterday and the maid who died in her room.

Under the rule of the tyrant, the royal city was lifeless, and everyone was afraid to save their lives.

After a simple breakfast, Bai Wanwan changed her clothes.

Although I don't know what kind of terrain the southern country is located, the cultural customs seem to be quite different from those of the Central Plains.

Different from the familiar ancient costume Hanfu of Bai Wanwan, the clothes brought by the maid are like feather coats and light yarns, pale cyan wipes, pale blue wide sleeves draped, and a belt with silver bells embedded in the waist, which jingles when walking.

The shoes resemble nomadic white bow-toe boots, leather, with a few bells hanging from them.

The long hair is only lightly pulled by the southern jade bead hairpin carved into a cold branch, and most of the hair is basically draped behind him.

"Concubine Tian's hair is so long and beautiful, we won't have such long hair."

The maid who combed her hair whispered.

Bai Wanwan thought about it carefully, all the women she had seen so far had almost only a little hair length below her shoulders, and she had really never seen a green silk like her.

Bai Wanwan pursed her lips and smiled, staring at her face through the mirror that was not very clear.

The original owner's appearance is extremely eye-catching, with bright eyes and bright teeth, eyebrows that are not swept and daisy, and lips that are not dotted but red. Compared with the woman with slightly bland facial features, she is as unreal as a doll pinched out of dough.

Although it was raining continuously, Bai Wanwan also decided to go out for a walk with an umbrella, and the maid was a little stunned: "Concubine Tianniang wants to go out?" ”

The original owner has never been out of this Tianwan Hall because of his personality.

"Just go out for a walk, you won't go far, you don't have to follow."

They didn't dare to follow anyway.

Unlike the palace maids and eunuchs in other palaces, there are almost no other figures in the palace except for cleaning the palace maids. The devil knows when and which way the night hanging will pass, and when the time comes, if His Majesty is displeased, then he will have to be a man again in the next life.

Bai Wanwan held up a forty-eight bone oil paper umbrella painted with peach blossoms, which was said to have been picked up from the Central Plains dowry items, and walked out.

The palace covers a huge area, and just her remote Tianwan Palace walks out, and the courtyard is huge. She kept walking out with her fragmentary memories, and it was only then that the sky was a little whiter, and then she touched a place similar to the "Imperial Garden".

There are piles of withered grass and dead branches and leaves, but there are no flowers, and I don't want that kind of colorful thing to appear in my world when I want to hang at night.

If memory serves, this path should have been the way he would have gone down to court, if he was willing to do so.

With the mentality of trying it out, Bai Wanwan simply put away the umbrella and shook off the raindrops, and sat in the pavilion looking at the lake in the garden through a thin layer of rain smoke.

The pavilion is hung with tulle on all sides, and the breeze blows in the air, and against the desolate background, it is as unreal as a fairyland on earth.

Bai Wanwan had nothing to do, so she simply held her chin with one hand and looked at the lake in a daze. It seems that lotus flowers have been planted in it, and the shadows of rhizomes that have not yet exposed the surface of the lake can be faintly seen, and a few palm-sized fish swim away, and then disappear into the depths of the water.

A small paper boat floated upstream, and although the wind and rain were subtle, the boat was still going downstream.

Bai Wanwan saw that there seemed to be ink handwriting on it, so she wanted to reach out and fish it out. But the railing is too high, the lake is too low, and I still can't reach it with my hand, so I can only stand up and bend down to reach it.

She was naturally very nervous about such a high-risk action, and when there was a sound of footsteps outside the gazebo, she was so shocked that she almost rolled down with her center of gravity unsteadily, and at the last moment, the person kindly held her shoulder.

The hand on the shoulder, Bai Wanwan also has an impression...... It's night hanging!!

She was even more frightened, and she was caught off guard and sank down again, and even the night suspension behind her almost didn't hold her.

In this way, she is half in the pavilion, half has fallen to the surface of the lake, and as soon as she lets go of her hand at night, she will most likely become a ghostly water ghost.

"If you can't cut your wrists, you want to throw yourself into the lake, right?"

The voice of the night hung could not hear joy and anger, but Bai Wanwan knew that this man would definitely not be happy.

She originally planned to explain that she wanted to fish for paper boats, but it turned out that there was still the figure of the small paper boat before on the huge lake.

The hand holding his shoulder loosened, and Bai Wanwan instinctively took the initiative to hold his hand because of the desire to survive, and the other hand fished out the lake, just pulling out the last lotus flower left in the lake.

Although the lotus flower was small and somewhat mutilated, it was the only bright color in the cold-colored world.

Bai Wanwan bent her eyes and handed the flower to the pavilion: "The concubine is just picking flowers for Your Majesty." ”

"Huh."

In response to her, there was a cold snort from the night, and before she could react, her shoulders were loosened for a while, and the whole person was about to fall into the lake.

In a hurry, she didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, turned passive into active with her backhand, and directly wrapped her arms around his neck and shrunk the whole person into his arms.

In this way, if Ye Hang wants to throw her down, he can only go down with him.

The ends of her hair were stained with water, and even her bright eyes were filled with a mist because of fear, and when she put her arms around his neck, Ye Hang was forced to bend over, and as soon as the distance between the two narrowed, the tip of her nose was almost close to the tip of her nose, and even the shallow breath of the other party seemed to begin to intertwine. Take a hundred plating on the latest chapter of "Raiders of Villains, I Always Be Villains Raiders Claw Book House" to read for free for the first time.