The deep timbre was like thunder on the ground, Gu Qingyi, who was getting up, was startled, stumbled on the corner of the table, and saw that she was about to fall.

However, the expected sharp pain did not come, she fell into a wide and hard chest, the familiar cold fragrance poured into her nose, she raised her head, and crashed into the obsidian-like deep and dark eyes of King Qin, those narrow and clear phoenix eyes, like a monster that can dementor the soul, sucked her soul, leaving only her body, trembling uncontrollably.

Bai Muyun discovered her abnormality, her flying sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, outlining shallow wrinkles between her eyebrows, and when she looked at her face carefully, she couldn't help but be stunned, she seemed to have reduced a lot.

The body with even flesh and bones became shapely, and the hands were full of bones, as if they could be broken with a light touch. The plump goose egg face has been thinned into a palm-sized melon seed face, the jaw is sharp and thin, the pale complexion is weak and clear, and even the pale cyan veins underneath can be seen, fragile and pitiful.

As soon as she met his gaze, she lowered her head, her small fan-like eyelashes blinking uneasily, hiding the panic at the bottom of her eyes, but her slightly trembling body told him that she was afraid.

Why be afraid?

Afraid of his murderous name, or because of the blood in the woods that night?

Bai Muyun was disappointed and unhappy for no reason, the deep lines of his face became cold and hard, he let go of his hand, his gaze swept lightly over the three people who were in doubt, and fell on the hand of the shopkeeper Xu.

She held the deed in her hand that had not yet been put away, and the deed was written with a capital letter, the handwriting was graceful and graceful, it was the handwriting of Mo Niangzi, he had already seen it, and what attracted his attention was the signing of the letter of appointment-

Gu Qingyi.

The vigorous and free line of the pen walks the snake dragon, with the tenacity and awe-inspiring that ordinary women can hardly reach, lonely frost and proud snow, sharp edge, such a familiar handwriting and momentum, he has only seen in another woman's pen.

Look at the momentum of the Gu word again, the pen and ink are full of lushness, not like the word of the peak, but like a little Yan Zi, the author who was found to be wrong stretched into a painting, becoming the eaves of the Gu word hook and heart, abrupt and weird.

Bai Muyun's heart shook violently, looking at Gu Qingyi, who was lowering his eyebrows, with a beautiful face, long eyebrows and apricot eyes, cherry lips and a nose, standing in a corner without saying a word, but he became a graceful man, like a mountain stream breeze, like a small stream, elegant and quiet, and slowly calmed down.

The name between his lips and teeth was about to come out, and he almost lost his mind, but at this moment, she raised her head, and he saw her amber almond eyes, filled with a faint mist, and there was a wisp of helpless confusion and fear hidden in her eyes, like a green finch without branches, pitiful and fragile.

Not her.

In my impression, the person has always been firm and calm, and he has never shown such a fragile look.

Bai Muyun was poured a basin of cold water, awakened by the cruel reality from absurd conjectures and extravagant hopes, and stood up with unprecedented powerlessness, his face was rarely confused, and he asked wistfully, "Who did Miss Gu learn from?" ”

Gu Qingyi has copied famous calligraphy since she was a child, and she has written a beautiful line, and she has been famous in the capital circle for a long time.

Her heart tightened, her hands and feet began to numb, for fear that she would be burned to death as a monster if her identity was exposed, beads of sweat oozed from the corners of her forehead, she tried her best to suppress her trembling, and said slowly, "Back to King Qin, I copied my cousin's words." ”