"The Prince?" Xiang Xiang muttered, followed the eunuch around the corner, and saw a team of guards coming towards her, Xiang Xiang inadvertently glanced at the one holding a box, and then saw the pair of beautiful eyes that glanced at her, and her heart trembled.

The guards also noticed Xiangxiang, but after a quick smile flashed in their eyes, they continued to walk expressionlessly. But when he passed by Xiangxiang, he still glanced at this panicked girl slightly.

Of course, he remembered her, the first time he saw her was when he knocked her down at the city gate, and the second time he went to Le Fang, where he accidentally hid in a house full of miscellaneous items, and met her again who was dying.

Now that they met head-on in broad daylight, he finally saw this face clearly, and sure enough, it was the beautiful face that he remembered that night under the lights of the city gate, but it was with a panicked and confused look, but it was a little more cute. But he couldn't help sneering in his heart, when did he care about a woman's appearance?

The guards hurried by, Xiangxiang was full of curiosity, but he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he only followed cautiously, and after walking for a long time, the eunuch suddenly scolded her for bowing her head and waiting outside the door, saying that she had arrived at Furong Residence.

The eunuch stepped in the door, Xiangxiang exhaled secretly, but suddenly a force held her waist, and before she could open her mouth to exclaim, she was quickly taken away.

When he came back to his senses, Xiangxiang was pushed in the corner, there was no one on the left and right, and I don't know how far away from Furong Ju, the slender man stood in front of him, he had beautiful eyes, heroic and impressive, which was unforgettable.

Looking at the girl leaning against the corner and trembling slightly, the man was in a trance, he didn't know why he ran back to her, it was already like this in the blink of an eye, what did he want to say to her? Thinking of it, the man smiled slightly: "Do you remember me?" ”

He is the man in black at the city gate, the life-saving benefactor who gave her ginger soup in the utility room, and the guard who just passed by, of course Xiangxiang remembers him, but who is he?

"What are you doing with me?" Xiang Xiang's heart fluttered, and his intuition told him that the man might be afraid that his deeds would be exposed, in this case, he must be an assassin.

"I'm not an assassin." The man smiled helplessly, as if he had seen through Xiangxiang's thoughts, and said, "It's not an assassin, it's not a guard, I brought you here to say something, please pretend not to know me wherever you see me in the future." The events of that night, and the things that followed in the utility room, including those which are now spoken, cannot be mentioned to anyone. ”

Xiang Xiang pursed his lips and muttered, "Why do you want me to listen to you, if you are an assassin, I will be guilty of harboring and harboring." ”

The man seemed to feel reasonable, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he suddenly leaned very close to Xiangxiang's face: "Then you plan to die with me in the future?" ”

Xiang Xiang shuddered and turned his face: "What can't die?" A stirring in her heart, I'm afraid that Jingshu is already looking for her, she wants to go back to Furong Ju quickly, but the man stopped in front of her, she can't escape and can't shout, anyway, she doesn't want to die, so she has to agree, "I don't know you, don't worry, I will never mention it to anyone." ”

"That's good." The man was finally satisfied, suddenly took Xiangxiang's hand, gently tugged, and hugged her waist, Xiangxiang only felt like she was being picked up, and after running involuntarily for a while, she quickly returned to the door of Furong House.

The eunuch had just passed the word, and when Xiangxiang turned around, the man who was still holding him just now had disappeared at some point. She tied her shirt around her waist and said, "Next time, touch my waist and chop off your hand." ”