The sky is not beautiful, Shen Qing only knelt for less than half an hour, and then a light rain began to fall, the rain slid down her face, and a pool of blood seemed to gather on the ground.

She knelt on the hard bluestone slab outside the study, her back straight.

In the study, there is a maid studying ink, and between raising her hand, it is a good smell of book ink.

"Master, she seems to be covered with injuries, let her kneel for three hours, I'm afraid she will lose her life." The woman said softly, looking at him, even if she took off her armor and changed into a black regular clothes, she still couldn't hide the murderous aura and cold look that came out of his body, and carefully concealed her distress.

As if she hadn't heard it, Ji Wuhuan continued to look at the military book in her hand.

I don't know how long it took for him to get up after reading a book, and it was already dark.

He thought that Shen Qing should have fallen to the ground and fainted, but he didn't expect her to kneel there straight, her back not bent at all.

"After all, she is Princess Dayan, so let her die here......"

"Dead is dead." Ji Wuhuan's voice was extremely indifferent, as if in his eyes, human life is not enough, just before he Huan was about to turn around and leave, a slightly trembling female voice came: "Lord Wang......"

Ji Wuhuan didn't mean to stop, but Shen Qing turned his head and stared at his back: "The concubine wants to serve you." ”

His back froze.

Shen Qing raised his voice slightly: "There is a prince, it is unforgettable; I haven't seen it for a long time, and my thoughts are like crazy. ”

Her voice is excellent, soft but not charming, delicate but not greasy, and she is born with a good voice with a hook.

Ji Wuhuan exuded a cold air all over her body, and everyone was so frightened that they knelt on the ground and didn't dare to speak, but the woman who had studied ink before raised her face in surprise, because she obviously saw that the prince's hand trembled slightly.

Ji Wuhuan turned his head and looked indifferently at Shen Qing, who was holding his neck in the rain, and walked out directly without holding the umbrella.

Touched him? Shen Qing was happy in her heart, but she didn't want Ji Wuhuan to come to her, she didn't say a word, and when a hand knife fell, she fell straight down in pain.

Ji Wuhuan looked at the person who fell to the ground, and naturally did not ignore the scars on her face and neck, and the pools of blood that gathered on the ground. He turned around indifferently and left, not forgetting to leave a message: "Throw it back to Akikusoin." ”

The thunder rumbled, and the maid looked at Ji Wuhuan's back as she resolutely left, and then looked at Shen Qing on the ground, her long eyelashes hung down, but a smile appeared on her lips. Her prince would never take a second look at such vulgar fans.

At this time, in a deep mansion in Dawei, the man with a handsome face seemed to have not slept for several days, his hair was slightly messy, his stubble also came out, and his deep eyes were dyed with endless pain: "How could you let her disappear, how could you make her disappear!" ”

"My subordinates didn't know that she was thrown into the mass grave by us, and she thought she was dead, but she went to look for it yesterday, but her body was the only one missing from the mass grave!" The people below trembled.

"Bastard, bastard!" After the man was furious, he stared at the people below with his eyes like knives: "Go find her, whether you live or die, you must bring her back to see me!" ”

Qing'er, I'll definitely find you again!

Shen Qing woke up from a blood-soaked dream, and her first reaction was to look around vigilantly, but it was still pitch black, only the sound of the rainstorm outside falling on the window, let her know that it was no longer in a dream.

Just as Shen Qing was about to get up, he suddenly heard a deliberately suppressed voice outside.

"Are you sure it's here?"

"That's right, I got the news with a silver bracelet in exchange."

The footsteps of the two slowly approached, Shen Qing plucked a hairpin from his hair, endured the severe pain and carefully hid behind the pyre not far away, and then, he heard the door 'squeak' and was pushed open, and then, two sneaky shadows stretched by candles slowly appeared in the house.