Yu Qianqiong's dark green clothes rose and fell in the bath water, like a green manzhu sawa flower, floating and sinking.

The second prince walked into the bath and just wanted to tear off the filthy clothes, but saw Yu Qianqiong already standing up from the water and looking at him quietly. His black hair and dark green robe clinged to his body, revealing his thin and slender figure, making his skin whiter, his red lips redder, and his eyes darker......

There was a trace of doubt and defensiveness in his eyes, and the whole person seemed to have returned to his former caution and coldness.

As the master, the second prince thinks that there is no need to explain. He was irritable in his heart, and scolded directly: "Get out!" ”

Yu Qianqiong's body shook, and she walked out of the bath step by step, picked up the mask that was thrown aside, and put it on her face to block the cheeks that were about to become red and swollen.

He walked out of the bathroom step by step, walked through the hall, walked out of the door, walked aimlessly for a while, and suddenly picked up his speed and went straight to Tang Jiaren's place.

Passing a pond, he saw a figure, like himself, running around the pond in the opposite direction to each other.

Yu Qianqiong's heart skipped a beat, stopped, and looked at the person opposite through a pool of blue.

Tang Jiaren observed the movements around her while running, for fear of alarming the guards, and the corner of her eyes swept away, feeling that someone was running like herself. Her mind moved, and she turned her head to look. Under the moonlit night, the figure of the man was only a vague black shadow, but she had already stopped, and smiled softly through the moon reflected in the pool.

He's fine, it's good.

Yu Qianqiong knew that the person standing on the other side was Tang Jiaren.

He went for her, and she came for him. Comes and goes, but never intersects.

He was desperate to know if she was well, but he didn't dare to take the wet step. His arrogance is just a weapon to cover up his inferiority and self-abandonment. In front of the second prince, he is just a plaything that can still be used. He couldn't imagine what would await him if he became a useless waste one day. His feelings, along with his fate, should have been severed long ago on the day he severed his fingers.

He wanted her, but let her see his unbearable side.

He thought he could make her happy, but in fact, he was precarious and unqualified to have his own feelings.

He's just a dog minion, beaten and scolded, and ridiculed by everyone as a darling. Scold......

This stubbornness is a death after all.

No matter how many years he had, he would remember that there was a woman who came for him to kill the prince!

Yu Qianqiong turned to leave, hiding herself in the darkness.

Tang Jiaren wanted to sneak over and ask him how his injuries were. But for some reason, the lone figure seemed to have melted into the darkness, refusing her approach.

Tang Jiaren didn't know what Yu Qianqiong was thinking at this moment, but she had an indescribable sadness.

It's a feeling she rarely experiences. She has always been well protected and taught by Hugh. There are too few things in this world that can make her sad. Hugh Xiu always treats her, there is nothing worth her nostalgia for, and there is nothing worth her sadness, even if one day, he is gone, she can continue to laugh and enjoy the food after shedding a few tears, and swim all over the landscape.

She believed it, and thought it was so.

But tonight was strange, the blurred black shadow on the other side made her sad.

This is not supposed to be.

Tang Jiaren watched Yu Qianqiong turn around and leave, her eyebrows furrowed, and her face was puzzled.

She stood quietly for a while, then turned around and went back the way she came, walking towards Sanniang's yard.

Yu Qianqiong walked out of the shadows, took off the silver mask on her face, looked at Tang Jiaren's back, and clasped the mask tightly to her chest. Half of his face already showed a cyan handprint, a fragmented mark in the shadow of the tree.

It's really hateful to be involuntarily, and fate is ruthless and the most killable!

The moon shadow slanted westward, Yu Qianqiong put on her mask again, put on her close-fitting wet clothes, and turned to leave. The night breeze is cool, and the clothes are well dressed.

This kind of night, like every night before, after the moon rises to a high point, and then slowly slides, waiting for the dawn, but it is different from every night, because different people step into different destinies, different stories will happen, even if they cannot change the future, but can rewrite the short ending of life.

In the Wutong Pavilion of Qiujiang, the red waves were turned, and Duanmu Xia held Qiujiang's fleshy body and worked hard.

After some clouds and rain, Qiu Jiangyun asked Duanmu Xia: "Xia Lang, do you really like other people's jade runzhu yuan?" ”

Duanmu Xia said: "The servant girl who was buried alive by you, isn't it mellow and cute?" ”

Qiu Jiang was taken aback, thought for a moment, and asked carefully, "How do you think it's me?" ”

Duanmu Xia said: "You are in my heart, how can I not know your means of doing things?" ”

Qiu Jiangyun asked again: "You don't blame me?" ”

Duanmu Xia smiled and hugged Qiu Jiangyun, once again proving with practical actions that he only loved her.

Qiu Jiang was very happy with Duanmu Xia's unique preferences. What woman doesn't want to eat all the food, but she just deliberately controls her appetite for the favor of men. As long as Duanmu Xia really likes it, she is willing to be fat all the way.

In Qingfeng Xuan, the princess threw down the flowers on her head, lay on the bed, covered the quilt, closed her eyes, and seemed to be asleep.

The butterfly blew out the candle and lay lightly on the collapse of the outer room.

The princess opened her eyes, took out the rouge from Duanmu Xia under the pillow, and played with it secretly.

On the window of the prince, a figure was quietly projected. The shadow had a huge head and looked like a ghost.

Appan whispered a few words into the window.

A very strange voice came from the window: "Coo-goo...... Coo-goo-goo...... ”

The sound sounded like the call of a pigeon, the sound of bubbling water, and the laughter of a person after being choked by the throat. All in all, it's very uncomfortable to listen to in the ears, and it's creepy.

When Appan heard this, he nodded, turned away, and was as silent as when he came, ghostly like a shadow.

In the snowy building, Mama Qi half-knelt on the ground, held a cloth towel, carefully wiped the princess's feet, and said softly: "The old slave has not seen such a touching person for many years. ”

The princess retracted her feet, shrunk into the bed, leaned on the pillow, opened a scripture book, and looked at it slowly.

Mama Qi went out with water to pour it.

The princess put down the scriptures, and her eyes flickered and dimmed in the light of the candle flame, which was quite deep.

Mama Qi went and returned, picked up scissors, and went to cut the long lamp.

The princess suddenly spoke: "Aqi, who do you say she looks like?" ”

"Click......" Mama Qi went down with scissors, cutting off all the exposed lamps, and the room instantly fell into darkness.