Chu Lingshu shuddered.

She's dead!

The door of the cell was opened, and Mu Ling walked in from the outside, staring at Chu Lingshu with a gaze that was not ordinary Sen Han.

Chu Lingshu was inexplicable, where did she offend this Steward Mu?

Mu Ling walked in, waved his hand, and asked the guards to close the door.

He walked into Chu Lingshu, lowered his body and looked at her at eye level, and stared at her with a pair of extremely gloomy eyes: "Chu Lingshu, your goal has been achieved, this is the last time I will let you go, and I will definitely not be soft-hearted next time." ”

Chu Lingshu was inexplicable, what was he talking about?

She's never dealt with this Mu Ling before!

"Your Highness is sick and wants you to take care of it," Mu Ling looked at her condescendingly, "You'd better settle down, otherwise don't blame me for not being able to show mercy." ”

Chu Lingshu lowered his eyes and covered all the emotions in his heart.

"I wonder why Steward Mu is prejudiced against me?"

Mu Ling sneered: "Don't pretend to be stupid for me, isn't serving His Highness exactly what you want?" ”

"When did I say ......"

Mu Ling didn't finish listening to what she said, so he stepped away, and said coldly: "Keep up." ”

Chu Lingshu was inexplicable, but he had to keep up with him.

Mu Ling looked at Chu Lingshu with a thick hatred in his eyes.

This woman is really haunted.

From 10,000 years ago to the present, it has not stopped.

……

Chu Lingshu came to the prince's hall, and as soon as she stepped in, Mu Ling closed the door, leaving her alone in the house.

Her cold gaze probed the hall and walked all the way to the dormitory.

The graceful and luxurious room, the large blooming peony flowers, golden and magnificent, the windows are slightly open, the cool breeze blows into the house from the outside, and the silk goose down veil flutters with the wind.

The lights are shining, the tea smoke is still green and the water is clear, the glazed palace lamp is dimly fluttering, on the soft couch, the young man in white is as warm as jade, handsome and exquisite, and the white robe is clean and dusty, shocking like the light of the sky.

He looked lazily flipping through the scroll, his butterfly-like eyelashes drooping, casting an unusually beautiful, faint silhouette on his eyelids.

Sheng Shimei's face was glowing with morbid beauty at the moment, and her face was slightly pale.

He coughed lightly a few times, raised his eyes to look at Chu Lingshu, and the corners of his lips curled gently.

"Come here." He had always been like this, extremely gentle on the surface, but the smile never came into his eyes.

Because there's nothing to be happy about.

Chu Ling was stunned for a moment before walking in front of him.

Ji Ruoli frowned slightly, put down the book, lay on her side with her chin propped up, and stared at her with deep beautiful eyes.

Chu Lingshu was slightly furious by him.

"Do you like the main hall?" Ji Ruoli looked at her, her thin lips pursed slightly.

Chu Lingshu was inexplicable: "......"

Steward Mu had convulsions today, did Ji Ruoli also have convulsions?

"I don't like you, at most I can only admire you." Chu Lingshu replied truthfully.

She didn't lie, after all, Ji Ruoli could cultivate to such a realm at such a young age, which was indeed admirable.

Hearing this, Ji Ruoli's brows tightened, and a pair of deep and sharp beautiful eyes appeared a little dazed.

"Mu Ling said that you like this hall, is he lying?"

Chu Ling wanted to cry without tears......

Big brother, what do you mean, is it fun to torture her?

A cold wind blew in from the open window, and the cold Chu Lingshu couldn't help but shiver.

At night, it starts to cool down, and it's a bit cold.

Ji Ruoli's face turned even paler, he covered his lips and coughed gently, with a sickly handsome face that was so beautiful that it made people feel distressed.

Chu Lingshu looked at him dissatisfied.

He's insane, isn't he? If you are so badly injured, wouldn't you ask someone to close the window?