Quicksand was right to think about it, paused, and continued to report:

"Yesterday afternoon, I received a message in the house, and tomorrow Princess Hanzhang of Chiyang Kingdom will come over, saying that she is inviting the side concubine to go out to play and talk about sisterhood."

Yan Ying pondered for a moment and sneered.

Seeing this, Quicksand asked worriedly: "Master, why don't you refuse Princess Hanzhang's invitation?" ”

"Why refuse? Let her go. Yan Ying said nonchalantly.

"Yes." Quicksand couldn't guess the master's thoughts, and responded worriedly.

"Ordered people to continue to stare at the spring garden to see what tricks they played." Yan Ying then commanded.

Quicksand was stunned for a moment: "The master thinks that it was a scene made by Lord Feng and King Rong?" ”

Yan Ying raised her eyes, glanced at him, and did not answer.

Quicksand trembled because of this eye, and immediately said, "My subordinates will go and order." "Turned around and went out quickly.

Yan Ying's hand in arranging the recital paused slightly, he thought for a moment, curled the corners of his lips, and showed a meaningful smile.

……

Night.

Feng Ming Country Inn.

In the main courtyard, surrounded by guards, the lights were dim in the silent room.

Huo Wu and the two maids were sitting in the courtyard, Huo Wu was talking, and the two little palace maids were whispering and laughing beside them.

Suddenly, a figure seemed to fall from the sky and landed under the steps in front of the main room.

The two little palace maids were startled and almost screamed, but because the fire dance did not move, the two of them reluctantly swallowed back the screams that were about to come out, and looked at the purple figure that still looked brilliant even in the moonlight, and the dark silver thread on the purple robe was still so gorgeous and charming in the small light, and it was dazzling.

Huo Wu looked over, Yan Ying looked over at the same time, the two looked at each other, Huo Wu calmly lowered her head and continued to play the rope.

Yan Ying retracted her gaze, a little unhappy. A sneak attack was originally planned, but it turned out that people had expected it a long time ago and were waiting for him, so there was a lot less fun and surprise during the sneak attack.

Feeling discouraged, he walked slowly to the closed door, raised his hand, and knocked softly.

No one responded in the room.

He didn't flinch either, knocking was only courteous, and after the etiquette, he pushed open the door and walked straight in.

The room was very warm, burning with light osmanthus incense, which was a little hot for others, but it was just right for him, he liked warmth and hated cold, and so did she.

After closing the door, he looked inside, and behind a beaded curtain, Chenguang wore a white and variegated cloud brocade robe with a cross-collared and wide sleeves, which was wide and draped over her thin body, as if it would float up and disappear at any moment. Her long black hair was untied and untied, and she was so long and draped over her body, her hair was long and thick, casually draped, covering half of her body, and her pretty face became more and more pale.

Yan Ying lifted the beaded curtain, walked in, sat down on the chair opposite her, and looked at her with a smile.

Chenguang was still lazily nestled in the pile of soft pillows, with a flat face, looking back at him motionlessly.

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and finally Yan Ying opened his mouth first, he smiled, his eyes were slightly careless:

"What are you thinking?" He asked her in a whisper.

Chenguang held his cheeks in one hand, looked straight at him, Shaoqing, smiled lightly, and asked softly:

"That year in the Holy Son Mountain, you said that you were going to take me away, if it really succeeded, where are you going to take me?"

Yan Ying was stunned.

She asked lightly and with a smile on her face, which sounded like a normal gossip but was not to him. This question was very lethal, and when he was defenseless, he suddenly came and slashed him in the chest, completely disrupting his original confidence into slag, and for a moment, he even froze.

After a while, he burst out laughing, and couldn't help avoiding her gaze, and half-lowered his eyes:

"You're amazing, this time, you have disrupted everything I want to say."

Chenguang leaned on the soft pillow and looked at him with a smile:

"You haven't thought about it, have you?"

Yan Ying stopped laughing, curled the corners of his lips slightly, he looked at her and paused for a moment, and replied frankly and honestly:

"Didn't think about it."

"Neither do I."

Chenguang smiled softly: "Somehow, I can always remember the past recently, not deliberately, but I can always remember." ”

Yan Ying remained silent, his eyes did not fluctuate, but he was observing, he observed her for a long time before he responded lightly:

"Really?"

"Hmm." Chenguang nodded vigorously and said with a smile, "I heard that people will recall what happened when they are about to end their lives, even if they don't remember it for a long time, they can recall it at that time, do you believe it?" ”

Yan Ying curled her lips slightly and smiled slowly: "You mean that you're almost over?" ”

Morninglight was not annoyed by his cursed plainness, and she smiled but did not answer.

Yan Ying didn't get a response, she had a feeling of being bored with herself, she half-lowered her eyes, was silent for a moment, and said with a smile:

"Your body is getting worse and worse, but you are still dragging your sick body and tossing endlessly, what are you for? Is the world so attractive to you? You won't even have an heir, and the country you worked so hard to build will still belong to someone else after you die, what are you so painstaking for? ”

His words were a little mean, but Chenguang was unusual, not angry, she smiled and asked rhetorically:

"What are you for? Is it more interesting for you to dominate the world and achieve hegemony than me? ”

Her light and indifferent words were powerful and murderous to him, like a pair of powerful hands pinching his chest and squeezing all the air out of his lungs, he was suffocated and forced to laugh out loud, frowning, and looking at her incredulously:

"What's going on today?"

Chenguang smiled, even if she had just said an ambiguous sentence, her smile was still frank, she said:

"Just because of illness, you have to find a crack in the ground and wait quietly for death, which is not as good as a leper dog."

Yan Ying pursed her lips.

He only felt that he had nothing to say about her words.

Chenguang smiled, her eyes removed from his face, she opened the lid of the incense burner on the table, added a piece of incense cake, and closed the lid again.

"I don't want to die." When the lid of the gold-painted stove struck the pure gold incense burner with a soft sound, she suddenly muttered, very soft, mostly muffled by the noise, but he heard it anyway.

His mood was indescribably complicated, he clearly knew that she was insidious and cunning, and he also clearly knew that playing with feelings was what she was best at, but he believed it, probably, he knew her, and in some places he really knew her.

The incense cake burned, burning out curling green smoke, with a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

The morning light once again sank into the pile of soft pillows, weak as boneless, even if it was reflected by the light, the thin face was still as pale as paper, and it looked so weak and weak.

Yan Ying's gaze fell on her hands, her hands had never been fat, even when she was a child, she was supposed to be fat and soft, her hands were always like a slender skeleton wrapped in a layer of white skin.

After a moment's froze, he quickly looked away, and then he heard her ask:

"Have you found out about the Witch Doctor's Hall?"