"Can't I come to my son's own home?" Zhuo Yilan turned around leisurely, and the moonlight in front of the window outlined his peerless figure curves, hazy, enchanting and mysterious.

I didn't wear a hat, I didn't shine in the moonlight, and I didn't have a mask on my cheeks!

Chu Lange's heart was itchy.

To be honest, I have known each other for many years from birth to death, and it is a lifelong friendship, and I don't know what he looks like, which is a bit unreasonable. I almost bumped into it in the morning, she couldn't help but look at it, do you have to endure it this time? However, when she remembered that someone had peeked at his face, he was secretly killed by Jiang Ting, and she had palpitations.

Chu Lange walked to the rosewood desk.

Hesitation, hesitation.

As soon as she lifted the wick up, the room would light up, and she would be able to see his face.

Breath by breath.

Silent, nervous, a little strange.

She finally turned around and sat down in a round chair.

"It's really useless, is it possible to live again, and your guts are getting smaller and smaller?" Zhuo Demon sneered and scolded lightly.

"Damn, there's kind of- come over yourself!" Chu Lange almost took the case, but he couldn't help it for a while. She is not afraid of Zhuo Youxi, the only thing she is worried about is Jiang Ting.

Zhuo Demon didn't move, and he didn't really pick up the candlelight.

After a long silence, he stared at her in the dark.

When they didn't meet, she also intuitively felt that gaze, "You came to me, do you have anything to say?" ”

"Yes, many words." Zhuo Yilan turned sideways and looked out the window.

Chu Lange said: "Just ask, we will move out of the house tomorrow." Near the small market in Xicheng, the housekeeper knows the location, and you can go to the door when you have time. ”

"Hmm." He nodded.

Chu Lange held on to the table, and his jade fingers lightly tapped leisurely.

It's not that she wants to be leisurely, it's that he speaks one sentence at a time, full of grumbling but can't hold back. Finally, after waiting for a while, Zhuo You's voice rose again, and he asked quietly: "Tell me, your death...... What's going on? Don't enter the imperial mausoleum, don't be buried as a princess? Do you still have this mind after death, leaving this last word? What is the reason? ”

Chu Lange unexpectedly raised his eyes again and looked at the man by the window, "What a surprise, you even doubt this." ”

"Very skeptical, not like what you would say."

"Indeed, it wasn't me who said it. At the moment of death, in just a dozen breaths, where will there be any last words? Chu Lange pulled the corners of her mouth mockingly, the sneer was very slight, almost negligible, and then, she said calmly: "It's King Duan, it should be arranged by him." ”

Think back to that night.

Chu Lange's calm heart lake made waves again.

No warning, no one!

He plunged a long sword into her heart in the bedroom, and because it was him, his husband, she trusted, unsuspecting and defenseless.

Zhuo Yilan's breath was cold, and his anger rose, and he finally suppressed it.

During this time, he has been tracking and investigating, but there is no clue or evidence, and he is extremely unwilling.

Listening to her say it in person, his murderous intent boiled.

"Why did he kill you, you know?" Zhuo Yilan asked.

Chu Lange shook his head in confusion, unsure.

I thought about it for a long time, and there were many assumptions, but they all seemed a little far-fetched.

Zhuo Yilan said: "Is it Song Baguio from the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Because of her, Xiao Shi will kill you? The last time you left Beijing, I really saw them in front of the tomb in Xiao'anshan. ”

"Because a woman killed his wife? Is he like that kind of person? ”

"Stupid! A man's heart, you don't understand. ”