The man's eyes swept her softly, but the softness inexplicably made her feel a chill down her spine, "Isn't it adjusting the frequency?" ”

Her face flushed, "I'm talking about the times!" ”

"Oh? How many times do you want it? ”

"I want to ......"

Halfway through her speech, she realized that she was almost in the trap, and glared at him angrily, "Quan Qianjiu, you stinky rascal!" ”

The negotiation ended in failure, and his warm breath tickled at her nerves.

Xia Fanyin calmed down, thinking that she really had eight lifetimes of blood mold to expose his identity as a fake eunuch - no, what was even more unlucky was to meet the damn Vulture Palace Master and shoot that kind of medicine on her!

Taking advantage of the man's unpreparedness, she hatefully picked up her knife and the half-carved blood jade, ready to find free time to continue for a while.

…………

At the funeral of the three princesses, the procession of Hao Hao Tang Tang went to the imperial tomb.

When I arrived at the place, it was already afternoon, and the ritual prepared by the Ministry of Rites had been going on for a long time, and it was almost night when I was buried.

The sky was dark, and when Xia Fanyin was dazed, all the rituals before the burial were finally over, and the huge sarcophagus was slowly carried into the "princess mausoleum".

I don't know if it's her delusion, since she came to this place, the face of the man next to her has never been good-looking, especially after dark, the handsome face hidden in the dark seems to have a chill flashing.

"Ouch......"

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by the little eunuch beside her.

Someone didn't have a long eye, and directly bumped into Quan Tianjiu!

"Nine thousand years old, the slave should die!"

The people around were startled, thinking that the little eunuch was going to be unlucky, but the clinker man just glanced at him, "Get up." ”

"Thank you 9,000 years old, thank you 9,000 years old!"

After speaking, he ran away in a panic.

The moment he passed by, there was a flickering stagnation in the man's eyes, and what he was holding in his palm was the note that the little eunuch had just given.

When Xia Qingxue's coffin was carried into the mausoleum, he slowly opened it with his sleeves folded.

There were only four words on the note, but the man's pupils contracted violently.

It was only an instant, he lowered his eyes, put away the paper, and squeezed it tightly, almost crushing the paper in his hand.

…………

After a long day of silence and ritual, the burial was finally over.

Xia Fanyin was about to turn around, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed, "You go back first, I still have some things to deal with, huh?" ”

He leaned over her ear, his voice low.

Probably realizing that he didn't want people to hear, she lowered her voice when she spoke, "Now?" ”

What weird things to deal with in the mausoleum?

She couldn't see his face, and he didn't seem to say much, just a low monosyllabic into her eardrum, "Hmm." ”

With that, a long figure walked past her.

Dressed in a black robe, he quickly disappeared from the crowd and headed in the opposite direction from the way back.

Xia Fanyin was faintly uneasy in her heart, and she always had a very bad premonition.

She looked around, but no one paid attention to her, and her figure flashed to the side, allowing everyone to walk past her.

In a place like a mausoleum, there are more dead than alive, and standing alone in a dark place where no one notices, the cold wind gusts, and it has a bit of a creepy taste.

Xia Fanyin couldn't help but shudder.

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