Chapter 8: Killing His Father and Killing His Brother Wei Changhuan ( 8 )
Finally rested?
The corners of Seventeen's mouth hooked a very shallow arc, and there was a bit of joy in his eyes.
He had never seen her rest well, and he was really afraid that one day she would fall like this, if there really was such a day......
Thinking of this, Seventeen's brows frowned slightly, and his hand gradually turned into a fist, as if he was restraining something, and in an instant, he returned to his previous light and light clouds.
His gaze was indifferent with sadness, and he stared at the front like a torch and refused to move away for a moment.
Changhuan in the room looked at the book, the candle burned out, the room fell into darkness, she was stunned for a moment, and finally put the book down.
She stood up, reached out and groped for something on the bookcase, and in a moment, there was an extra candle in her hand, and the sound of flint and steel sounded again in the otherwise quiet room, only to hear a click, and the room lit up again.
The room was getting colder and colder because of the lack of carbon fire, and only this candle flame supported the only warmth.
Suddenly, there was a squirming movement, the movement of the person who came was very light, and the sound of stepping on the snow was very mixed, more than one person.
Chang Huan was stunned, gently moved the chair back, stood up with the book, and slowly walked to the door, where he could hear the sound from the door more clearly.
"Aunt Ji hurry up and keep up, it's not good if she is slow to be discovered."
Cui Ping turned to look at Aunt Ji, lowered her voice, frowned slightly, and had a hint of urgency in her eyes.
Aunt Ji looked worried, she looked down at the wooden box full of coal in her hand, and finally sighed helplessly.
"You have to be careful, the princess is careful, it will not be good if she finds out."
"The slave knows, and will pay attention." Cui Ping turned her head and smiled shallowly at Aunt Ji.
"Besides, the slave has prepared this, as long as she smells it, she will immediately fall asleep."
"When the time comes, no matter how careful the princess's mind is, no matter how firm her will is, it will not be useful."
Looking at Cuiping's innocent appearance, the corners of Aunt Ji's mouth raised, a little funny, what kind of person is the master, how can he be easily tricked.
Although she knew that Chang Huan would most likely not be stunned, Aunt Ji still followed after hearing Cui Ping say this plan.
Because their master hadn't slept soundly for a long, long time, it seemed that he hadn't slept since he beat her and followed her.
She's just a child!
Aunt Ji's eyes turned red when she thought about it, she took out a handkerchief and wiped it slightly, and saw that Cuiping had opened a hole in the window and put the smoke pipe in.
Aunt Ji frowned, always feeling that it was too smooth, as if something was missing!
That's right, seventeen!
When Aunt Ji reacted and wanted to stop it, she saw that Cuiping had already blown smoke inside, but in an instant, Cuiping suddenly coughed, she took two steps back sharply, and her eyes were a little confused.
After a while, the door of the room opened, and Chang Huan stood in the doorway, holding a book in her hand, with a circle of white matter on it, and it was obvious that she had just used this book to block the smoke mouth.
After the plan was revealed, Aunt Ji knelt down, knocked her forehead on the ground, and didn't lift it, "Girl, all this is the old slave's fault, it's all the old slave's idea." ”
Chang Huan glanced at Cui Ping, who had fallen to the ground and was drowsy, and then put his eyes on Aunt Ji lightly, "This palace doesn't have a back." ”
"Girl......"
Aunt Ji saw that things had developed here, and she didn't hide it anymore, she raised her head and got straight to the point, "It's been a long time since you slept well, and your body will not be able to stand it if you go on like this." ”