The woman in the pink dress was probably Xiaohong, her face suddenly turned pale, and her movements were much faster, called panic, but her hand still held the cup in her hand tightly, she knew very well that even if she arrived on time, if there was the slightest problem with the soup, she would die miserably.

It's just that when I thought of the soup in my hand, there was a flash of unbearability on my face, such a peerless man, who was finally made so far, made people sigh, but this was not something she could interfere with.

No matter how much she liked that man, no matter how unbearable she was, even if she knew who this soup was prepared for, and what the consequences were, she had no way to lend a helping hand after all. That kind of man is not something that her little maid can imagine, no matter how down-and-out the other party is, but that arrogance makes her admire it even more.

Zichen quietly followed behind the two little maids, no matter what Xiaohong's face was, no matter how she sighed in her heart, the little maid in the cyan dress dragged Xiaohong with one hand, her eyes looked at the road in front of her tightly, she wished that she had a pair of wings, and immediately flew over, her eyes were full of worry and fear.

It wasn't her who delivered the soup, it stands to reason that even if Xiaohong was late, it was none of her business, but their master was notoriously cruel and famous, and none of the people about this soup could be spared, but she was the one who made the soup.

Although it is trembling to live, it is good to live, as long as you live, you will have everything.

She is just a little girl, just an ordinary little girl, naturally afraid of death, and in the face of death, she will become panicked.

Soon, Xiaohong was pulled by the woman in Tsing Yi and came to a remote courtyard. In the distance, I saw a little guy in a blue robe standing at the door, looking forward to it, constantly walking around, looking at the sky from time to time, and touching the sweat on his forehead.

When Xiaohong's figure appeared in the distance, the surprise that flashed on his face for a moment seemed to have a kind of joy for the rest of his life.

"Ouch, my aunt, you're finally here, hurry up, the master is still waiting for the soup......" The little guy quickly greeted him, his eyes glanced at the soup cup, and there was a moment of gloom. glanced at Xiaohong without a trace, and then pulled the two little maids to leave.

He just walked to the door, then stopped, stopped the footsteps of the two of them, and looked serious, "Xiaohong, you bring the soup in, remember, don't look at what you shouldn't see, and don't talk nonsense if you shouldn't say it, otherwise no one will be able to save your little life!" ”

Xiaohong's originally pretty face turned white in an instant, she nodded cautiously, without the slightest word, the medicine in her hand, and the situation in the secret room, not everyone can know.

When Xiaohong walked in, Xiaowu immediately closed the door, and then walked away with Xiaoqing, but when he left, his eyes glanced at Zichen's hiding place, and when he was glanced at by those small eyes, Zichen's heart skipped for no reason, and she couldn't tell whether those eyes were unintentional or deliberate.

But the little guy just glanced at it, but did nothing, and the surroundings returned to a sense of tranquility. Except for the dark spots around the shadows, there was no figure around.

Zichen's entire body was hidden in the tall trees, looking at the direction of the little maid walking away and contemplating for a long time, after a while, he didn't think of anything in his heart, took out an elixir and gently crushed it, and then swaggered out.

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