At night, Xia Muyao carried a mud shovel for loosening the soil, stepped on a chair and climbed up the wall of the east chamber, the rain was like a misty net, and the entire general's mansion was shrouded in this net, and there was no figure. Xia Muyao looked down at the stone path under the high wall, bit it and jumped off it.

Although I fell, it was fine. She got up and wiped her rain-soaked eyes with her hands, now soaking wet, and she looked around to see how long it had been since she had seen the scenery outside the East Wing.

Then, she walked to the West Chamber, Zhang Yaxian was about to give birth, and Zhao Yuanting naturally would not be in her room.

The door of the west chamber was wide open, as usual. Xia Muyao looked at the two side rooms in the corner, one was dark, and the other was still lit with candles, she thought about it, and tiptoed to the room with candles, and listened carefully outside the door. But the rain was so loud that she couldn't hear the sound clearly, and she couldn't tell which room Zhao Yuanting was in.

A thunderclap sounded, and Xia Muyao trembled, what she was most afraid of since she was a child was such a thunderstorm night. But at this moment, no matter how big a thunderstorm night is, it can't compare to the terrible taste of being imprisoned.

Thinking of this, Xia Muyao gritted her teeth, took out a mud shovel, prepared to repeat the old trick, and opened the door latch. But the door to the room was not latched at all, and when she touched it, the gap was slightly exposed.

Xia Muyao took a deep breath, gently pushed open the door, and walked in. Bypassing the small outer hall, there is the bedroom, and the sound coming from the bedroom is gradually becoming clear, it is the woman's forbearance ** and the man's heavy breathing.

Zhao Yuanting is really here.

Xia Muyao walked in gently, stood by the door frame, and looked at Zheng Ting* by the candle flame next to the bed, her hair was messy. And the muscles on Zhao Yuanting's body, every muscle on his body is solid and powerful, and every time he is full of a sense of strength.

This was the first time Xia Muyao saw the joy of the bed, and she couldn't help but be a little stunned, and when another thunder sounded, she was frightened and dropped the mud shovel in her hand to the ground.

Only then did the two people on the bed see that there was a person standing in the bedroom.

Zhuang Die screamed in fright, and hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover her body. Zhao Yuanting turned his head and saw Xia Muyao who was drenched, the rain was so loud that he didn't even notice the movement, when did she come in?

Zhao Yuanting did not stop*, Xia Muyao's arrival seemed to make him even more excited, like a run, working harder, until he reached the finish line, *****.

Zhao Yuanting got out of bed, picked up the sweat towel beside the bed, wiped his body, and then put on his clothes, and then walked towards Xia Muyao, her long hair was wet, her clothes were wet, even in the red candlelight, her little face was still pale and bloodless, Zhao Yuanting's heart was clenched, and after nearly two months of captivity, the aura in the eyes of this little girl was dim.

But he had to be ruthless, she wanted to kill him, to make him angry, he had to poke her sharpness. Tame her pride.

"How did you get here?" Zhao Yuanting asked coldly.

"I'm afraid of thunder." Xia Muyao replied weakly.

Zhao Yuanting's heart hurt again, but he sneered: "You are still afraid? "Didn't she think about the consequences when she raised the dagger at him? is only Xia Muyao, if she were someone else, she would have died eight hundred times ago.

Zhao Yuanting's heart hurt again, but he sneered: "You are still afraid? "Didn't she think about the consequences when she raised the dagger at him? is only Xia Muyao, if she were someone else, she would have died eight hundred times ago.