Song Jinchao smiled lightly, his slender fingers held the blue and white porcelain-like teacup, with the warmth of a scholar between his eyebrows, the wick of the candle on the desk jumped with the cold wind in the air, and the firelight was reflected on the man's face.

  Liuli knelt on the ground, and her indifferent face showed half a point of grievance: "She hurt her master, she should be killed!" ”

  In the next second, the blue and white porcelain cup in the man's hand shattered heavily in front of her.

  Liuli retracted the half of the grievance, endured the sourness in her heart, clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand, and violently pulled out the sword in the scabbard, her voice was indifferent and impersonal: "If the master is angry, kill the slave." ”

  Song Jinchao looked at her, with a slight chill in his eyes, and only after half a ring, he got up and weaved from the best silk. The embroidered shirt swayed slightly with his movements.

  Liuli lowered her eyes.

  The man walked up to her slowly, two cold fingers, slightly closed, pinched her cheeks, and then forced, forcing her to lift her chin.

  Song Jinchao smiled softly, his cold snake-like fingers gently brushed the woman's fair skin, and his voice was gentle: "Arnold, this is the last time." ”

  Arnold was given her nickname by the Song Dynasty.

  He ignored the sword in her hand, his slender and beautiful fingers held the dagger from nowhere, coaxing, and smiling: "Good, close your eyes." ”

  The woman kneeling on the ground, with her head held high, closed her eyes obediently, and no one saw her fingers hanging on her sides trembling slightly, and her heart was like falling into an ice cellar.

  With a dagger, the man gently carved, as if carving a clay doll, carved the word "No" deep in the woman's forehead. ”

  The promise is not Arnold's promise.

  Liuli trembled her fingertips, a hot stream gushed out of her forehead, her voice was dry, she couldn't hear any sounds around her, she only vaguely heard herself say: "Slave thank the master for not killing." ”

  The master is right, this is the last time.

  There will be no next time.

  She gently raised her hand, touched the bloody wound on her back, and closed her eyes in embarrassment.

  No one knows that the current emperor's younger brother, King Qi, is surrounded by flowers on the surface, but there is a white moonlight hidden in his heart.

  That Bai Yueguang is Miss Yan of the Guogong Mansion, Bai Xi.

  Liuli has been by Song Jinchao's side for ten years, and he only knows a few words.

  It was the eldest lady of the Bai family who saved the bullied Song Jinchao when she was a child, and since then she has become the cinnabar mole in Song Jinchao's heart.

  And what annoyed Liuli the most was that the master liked her so much, but she seduced another person in front of the master three years ago, causing the master to be depressed and unhappy for half a year.

  And what made her most uncomfortable was that she was not in the capital at that time, and if she was in the capital, she would have been taught a lesson three years ago.

  So when she knew that Bai Xi was going back to Beijing this time, she naturally took a knife to teach people.

  But he was attacked halfway and injured his back.

  Song Jinchao indifferently let go of her cheeks, the dagger in his hand was stained with bright red liquid, and he opened his lips: "Arnold, don't do anything that makes this king unhappy in the future." ”

  Liuli closed his eyes, his face was unwavering, and his expression was cold: "The slave obeys the order." ”

  The man let go, and the dagger in his palm fell to the ground as if it was out of force, making a crisp sound, and Liuli heard a trace of pity in the man's warm voice: "You should be glad that she is safe." ”

  When the people left, the woman who was already stiff slowly moved her eyes, and there was no emotion on her cold face.