Su Yuetong told them about the things in the palace, and everyone's hearts sank after hearing it.

The old housekeeper was angry and distressed, he clenched his fists tightly, "The prince ordered us to arrange and prepare, just waiting to propose to you tonight, Miss, but I don't want to ......"

was embarrassed by Chu Xiaotian and trapped in the palace at the moment!

This matter has been exposed to the surface, Chu Yihan wants to marry Su Yuetong, I'm afraid it's not so easy!

Mu Xiu saw Su Yuetong's eyes red, and comforted her: "The prince must have his reasons for doing this, Miss Su doesn't have to worry for the time being, Chu Xiaotian can't do anything to the prince yet!" ”

"But he ......" Su Yuetong felt extremely uncomfortable when she thought of Chu Yihan kneeling in the palace!

But after all, she couldn't make any more trouble for Chu Yihan, she returned to Chu Yihan's yard, lying on his bed, between the sheets, and the smell he left, Su Yuetong sucked greedily, as if he was by his side.

The door was slammed open, and Dusty Frost broke in, her voice was cold, "Su Yuetong, Lord Wang, he and Hua Falling are trapped in the palace?" ”

Su Yuetong rubbed her sore eyes and sat up, nodding, "Well, the two of them ......"

"Why are you like this!" Dusty scolded her sharply, with a hatred in his eyes.

The hatred that wants to break her body into thousands of pieces.

Su Yuetong's shoulders trembled, "Dust, you ......"

She had never seen Dustfrost look at her like that, even though she hated her so much, disliked her so much, and hated carrying out her orders, but she had always done her best, and she had never hated her.

Chenshuang closed her eyes, her eyes were full of pain, she held back, and when she opened her eyes again, that kind of fierce expression was hidden by her, and her eyes were deep and cold without waves, she turned around and went out, no matter how Su Yuetong called her, she didn't react.

Her temper tantrum came inexplicably, and Su Yuetong didn't understand why she was so angry for a long time.

By the time she realized that it was too late, Dust Frost was no longer Dust Frost.

In the guest courtyard of the Han Wangfu, Wei Zeyan was practicing his sword.

The thin clothes wrapped around his thin body, beads of sweat fell down his forehead, he seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and he practiced for more than an hour without stopping, when a volley flying sword landed, Wei Zeyan pointed at a shadow at the gate of the courtyard with his sword, and immediately heard the girl's soft voice, "I'm not an assassin!" I...... I have no ill intentions! ”

Wei Zeyan put away his sword and snorted coldly, "If you had malicious intent, I would have killed you a long time ago!" ”

With such a and tone, the girl next to him listened to it, and wanted to scold him if she didn't beat him.

But neither of these things, Cailing will not.

She moved out slowly with a box of dim sum, and after seeing Wei Zeyan put down her sword, she quietly approached a little.

Under the moonlight, Wei Zeyan was taking out a sweat towel to wipe his cheeks, the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and the water droplets fell down his cheeks, outlining his resolute outline, the high bridge of his nose, the sword eyebrows that flew obliquely into the sideburns, every part of his facial features was handsome and just right, not too rigid and sharp, and there was no trace of yin owl, it should have been the face of Zhang Junqiao's young man, but because of a trace of melancholy in his eyebrows, it destroyed a little bit of his handsomeness.

Cai Ling put the snack box in front of him, and said softly: "The housekeeper said that you didn't eat dinner, and you should be hungry after practicing swords for so long, right?" This one, for you. ”