In the east wing of Qiankun Palace, the painting Allure sighed helplessly, got up and put on his clothes.

She was destined to not be able to sleep tonight, her mind was in a mess now, and she couldn't sleep in bed, so she might as well go to the yard to blow the cool breeze, and maybe she could figure out something.

When I opened the door, I saw that it was pitch black outside, with only a few lights in the distance. The night sky is clear tonight, and the moon and stars in the sky are very dazzling.

Painting Allure walked carefully all the way, and unconsciously came to the end of the east wing, and there seemed to be a pavilion not far away.

"Strange, didn't you say that the palace was heavily guarded, and why didn't I even see a single guard along the way?" he muttered to himself as he walked towards the pavilion.

Just as her feet stepped onto the steps of the pavilion, there was a sound behind her, and before she could look back, her mouth was covered from behind, and at the same time she felt that her lower back was being pressed against some blunt object, so that she did not even dare to struggle.

"Don't move, don't make a sound. Otherwise, I'll kill you. A man's voice was a little weak, and it gently and coolly reached the ears of the painting Allure.

She didn't see half of the guards along the way, could it be that those guards were all killed by this person?

Thinking of this possibility, Hua Allure's back couldn't help but feel a little chill, and she didn't dare to make a sound at all, but nodded desperately, indicating that she was willing to do what the other party wanted.

The man took a few breaths, and then said in a low voice, "Come with me to the back of the pavilion and change your clothes for me." ”

When the painting Allure heard this, his eyes suddenly widened. What kind of joke is this, they are lonely men and widows, this man actually asked her to take off her clothes to him, it is better to kill her with a knife.

"Why don't you leave?" the man asked with some displeasure as if he was stunned when he saw the painting.

"Hmm...... Hmm......" Hua Chengcheng shook her head desperately, not caring if she would kill her if she made a voice now. Not to mention how shameful it is to let her, a big girl with yellow flowers who has not been out of the cabinet, change her clothes in front of men. Just said that after changing her clothes, if the palace guards went out and happened to find her, wouldn't she have to carry the black pot for this man, and she would still be dead.

Hearing the "hmm" sound from the painting, the man wondered, "Are you a woman?"

"Uh-huh!" said Allure nodded hurriedly. God, the black-clad assassin finally understands her plight.

But as soon as she nodded, she regretted it. Will the other party see that she is a woman, and then do something bad about her? My aunt has said that her face is too eye-catching, and it is easy for men to use their brains against her.

The man behind him didn't say a word for a long time, only a slightly rapid gasp sprayed in the ears of Hua Chengcheng, and the man's breath was like a drumstick, knocking her heart twitching for a while.

After a long time, the man sighed, "You can go." ”

With that, the man let go of the hand that was covering the mouth of the painting and slowly took a step back.

The painting turned around slowly in shock, and what caught his eye was a man dressed in black with a strange mask on his face.

Looking at each other, the painting Allure saw a flash of shock in the man's eyes.

"You...... Are you injured?" As soon as the words came out, Hua Chengcheng felt that she must be crazy, and the other party was willing to let her go, but she didn't hurry up and run away, and she actually cared about whether the assassin was injured.

"I'm ......" As soon as the man said a word, there was a muffled snort, and a wisp of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The painting was shocked: "You ...... You're not just injured, you're poisoned! Sit down and I'll show you. With that, the painting Allure stepped forward, trying to grab the man's wrist and probe his pulse.

"No need to ......" The man raised his hand to block the painting Allure, but he was too weak at this time to block it.

Hua Chengcheng grabbed the man's wrist, and after a while, she exclaimed, "Eh, why is your pulse so strange? It doesn't seem to be the same as a normal person." Why don't you tell me where your injuries are, and I'll see if I can help you deal with them. ”

The man's eyes condensed slightly, and his gaze at the painting Allure was complex and profound.

At this time, the painting was shocked by the man's gaze, I don't know why, she always felt that the man's eyes were a little familiar to her, and the tone of the voice was also familiar.

Look at his cool, angular lips and graceful chin......

The hand that painted Allure was ahead of her consciousness, and slowly reached out in front of the man, wanting to take off his mask and see the real face of the man under the mask.

There was a soft sound of "pop", and the man's big hand grabbed the wrist that Hua Chengcheng stretched out in front of his eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?"

The man asked this sentence in a hurry, and for a moment he forgot to lower his voice.

Hua Chengcheng's body trembled slightly, this voice was familiar to her, although she hadn't heard it many times, but this voice had been lingering in her mind countless times.

Without thinking much about it, Hua Allure stretched out his other hand in a flash and uncovered the mask covering the man's face.

A face that was slightly pale in the moonlight, but still handsome, was reflected in the bright eyes of the painting.

"Brother Wunian, it's really your ......" Hua Chengcheng muttered as she stared at the face that had lingered in her mind for many days.

Cang Wunian frowned and laughed at himself: "See, it's not good for you." Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"No, you won't. The painter shook his head firmly.

"Are you so sure?" Cang Wunian's eyes narrowed, and the white bone flute in his hand had already pressed against the snow-white neck of the painting Allure.

"Who are you?Is it Gu Wunian or Gu Yu?Or are these two not your real names?The princess's face, the black-clad assassin, smiling like a flower, cold as frost, cruel and murderous?, which one is the real you?" asked Hua Chengcheng in a soft voice with an unconcealed melancholy that could kill him at all at his neck.

"What about you, who are you? Allure, Situ Cheng, or neither of these are your real names. You and your aunt know martial arts and immortal arts, but you are disguised and mixed into the palace, what is it for?" Cang Wunian asked lightly.

"My name is indeed Allure, Situ Cheng is just a make-up name made up when he entered this palace. My aunt and I came to see the monarch just for money, and we have to go to Youyuxuan to inquire about some news, and we need a lot of money. The painting Allure replied honestly.

Cang Wunian slowly lowered his hand and asked, "What news do you want to inquire about from Qianji Pavilion?"

"I heard my aunt say that she wanted to inquire about the news in a sect called 'Chora Sect'. My aunt told me that her deceased might go to the Chela Sect to learn the arts, and that in order to inquire about it, we had to scrape together a sum of money. Hua Allure still replied honestly.

"The two young men who went to Youyuxuan yesterday to inquire about the news of the Luo Sect were you and your aunt?"

"Well, the teahouse where I went with my aunt dressed as a man. She nodded subconsciously, and then she suddenly realized that something was wrong, "Eh, how do you know that someone went to Youyuxuan yesterday to inquire about the news?"

Cang Wunian didn't answer, but just stared at the face of the painting for a moment. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and tore off a square towel wrapped around his head by the painting Allure, and the waterfall-like green silk instantly scattered.

Cang Wunian let go of his hand, the square scarf fell to the ground casually, his slender fingers trembled slightly and stroked the cheeks of Hua Chengcheng, and murmured, "Painting, is it you?"